Chapter 40

Finally,Nathair thought as dusk fell over them. Linh held his hand, guiding them north to what was to be their new home, while she gripped the handle of a lantern.

She'd changed out of her red wedding dress before they left, giving it back to her mother for safekeeping for her sister, and now wore a plain one that had no design on it. It was long with shoulder straps, and a shade of light lavender. He rather liked the colour of desire gently hugging her curves.

He'd ripped off that ridiculous ‘groom' garment they'd dressed him in the first chance he'd gotten.

Nathair had not enjoyed any part of the events of today, except for how she grew all teary at his words in front of the Anzúli. It was gratifying that she'd kissed him so openly in front of the humans, proving to them, and him, that she wasn't ashamed to have him as her partner.

He'd hated being on display and gawked at while he ‘bonded' himself to this female in her human customs. He also disliked feeling like an outsider as they all ate and chattered during the festivities, although her father had tried everything in his might to befriend Nathair. He was slowly coming around to the eccentric male, who had shared a rather heartfelt – although one-sided – conversation with him.

Nathair had also grown flustered and embarrassed with how she'd tried to make him dance with her. He had no legs, and propping himself up into a straightened position made him tower over her as she swayed her hips. He held her hands and remained still without complaint while she did her little performance.

I wish she'd just been honest with me at the start.If he'd known their ‘wedding' had a deeper symbology than merely pacifying her family, he wouldn't have acted so irritable about it. Once she told him the truth, he suddenly wanted to gift her this day as well.

She is happy now, and that is all that matters.

He also couldn't believe his mother had come to witness, or that Weldir had been there in some kind of... physical form. He'd been hidden in shadow, making it impossible for even Nathair to see past the cloud of his magic.

Things to ponder at a later time.

Linh shone that genial smile as she pulled his hand, and Nathair observed his pretty bride.

"I have to tell you something," Linh said softly, yet he noted the coyness in it. Her cheeks pinkened as she slowed, and he tilted his head in question when she nibbled her lip. "I was wearing lipstick. It means there are kiss marks all over your skull."

Nathair covered the end of his snout in thought. There are? He liked the idea of this female leaving little possessive love marks all over the white expanse of his skull.

A small giggle fell from her when his orbs shifted pink. "I guess I'll give you more then."

I hope she gives them to me every day.He'd be more inclined to venture around the village just to show them off. To rub it in all the other males' faces that she'd given them to him by staining his skull in their evidence.

Dark green lifted into his orbs as a cunning chuckle bubbled in his chest.

After their short stroll, they reached the mouth of a cave.

Even though it reeked of Demons, he could tell they'd all been vacated – rather violently. Did the villagers clear it for us? He was thankful for that.

They entered, and he immediately removed the heavy bag of items he'd taken from his original cave. He plopped it on the ground as he absorbed their new home.

It wasn't very large, which immediately disheartened him.

Nathair was able to gauge its space rather accurately by the length of his tail, now that the villagers had measured him today – despite his annoyance with it. He didn't understand why they were so excited to do this, or why they'd shouted with glee that he was a ‘whopping forty-five feet' from tail tip to the crown of his skull. Sure, he knew he'd grown quite a bit in length since coming back to life, and had thickened in terms of muscle and mass, but it felt strange being measured. He stood a little over eight feet when he straightened to tower over them.

In terms of width, he thought he could stretch his entire forty-five feet across the cave with very little wiggle room. The length of it was a little longer, perhaps sixty feet, with its height being around eleven.

A decent section near the left of the entrance was taken up by a pool of water that would only come up to his chest at normal standing height. There were two much smaller pools further in.

Two large mattresses had been sewn together and shoved against the right wall, as if the villagers wanted to give them a nice bed to lie on. There was no frame, which was wise, as his weight likely would have broken it. There was also a small side table next to it, and a dresser of drawers – likely for Linh. Lanterns had been bolted to the walls.

They are going out of their way to make sure we stay.

Since he'd been crowned the village protector, and they were trying everything they could to appease him, he was beginning to wonder if he could fuck with them. He'd find it rather hilarious if he made them kneel and worship him like a god. Bow, little humans, or be eaten.

However, Nathair knew the dangers of water, and immediately dived into the larger pool. His entire body fit in rather nicely, and it was a little bigger than his abandoned nest.

His flesh quivered and rippled at the warmth that greeted him. He hadn't realised the water was heated, and it made him a little happier about their relocation.

I knew it,he growled when he found an opening that was large enough to fit the wide span of his shoulders. He shoved through the narrow tunnel and was surprised to find it was short.

He broke through to the other side and looked around in the darkness. It was remarkably similar to his old cave. A decent section of rock, although not as flat, gave land, whereas a good sixty percent was water.

No Demons were hidden away, but he dived once more to check there were no other entrances. There weren't.

There is an underground river nearby.He could feel the vibration of it against his sensitive scales and fins, even through metres, if not kilometres, of rock. He figured it connected to the waterfall that crashed into the ocean.

I'm surprised it's warm.In the darkness, and at the bottom of the rather deep lake, he cupped his bony jaw. His gills continuously flared as he thought. So is the quartz cave, and I know that is nearby. The quartz cave was northwest of his old pond, which meant... Is it possibly below this mountain?

The fact an underground river ran through the middle of the mountains here, and was heated, he wondered if there was a pocket of earthly heat. The water here is agreeable, but it was lukewarm, at best. Just a little warmer than him.

It reminded him of the quartz cave, and he knew he'd take Linh back there whenever he could. He wanted to return them back to a special place for their relationship – a place where they finally became one and she opened up to him. They would have many years to discover even more wonderful locations together.

"Nathair," Linh called, and he winced.

He'd let curiosity get the better of him and had abandoned his bride in their new home. At least it was safe – that would be the excuse he gave if she were upset.

He pushed off and headed towards the narrow tunnel. From the light that greeted him on the other side, he could tell she'd lit a few of the hanging lanterns.

A set of legs from the knees down were already submerged, then a naked backside slipped in to sit on a boulder. She was joining him in the water, and he didn't know if he was disappointed he'd missed the show of her stripping, or relieved there lacked a barrier between them.

Then he absorbed that she'd so confidently, and comfortably, stripped in his lone presence, and was mollified by the knowledge.

Hello, naked female,he purred as he breached the water's surface directly in front of her.

She'd even removed the twist of her bun, leaving her hair loose except for the braids resting on both sides of her cheeks.

"Having fun?" she asked, her eyes crinkled with knowing humour. "I knew you'd like it."

Nathair rolled his head. "It's fine. Safe from Demons." His protective dome would make sure of that.

"Uh, huh," she hummed as if she knew better. Placing her straightened arms on his shoulders, she brushed one of her legs towards him in a way that parted her thighs. "You know... we're supposed to consummate our marriage now."

Her voice was sweet, as if she wanted to sing the words at him.

"I don't know what that means," he answered honestly. It wasn't something he'd heard or witnessed in his fragments. He did, however, come a little closer so he could nestle between her parted knees.

Her breasts, now just above the water, slipped against his scaled chest. Hardened nipples teased his sensitive skin as he pressed his abdomen to the apex of her thighs.

Leaning forward, Linh fluttered kisses to the front of his throat, narrowly missing the gills on the left side. "It means we're supposed to have sex."

Are we now?he thought with a humorous hum.

Nathair leaned back so he could get out of reach of her lips. "Are you aroused for me?" he asked, before pressing the backs of his claws against her cheek. He brushed a braid behind her ear, tucking it there while caressing the rounded top of it.

"Only a little," she admitted, biting down on her bottom lip. "But I'm sure you'll be able to take care of that."

She leaned forward while pulling, and he let himself be dragged closer. She kissed the centre of his maw, and Nathair instantly reciprocated. He moved his segmented jaw in a way that mimicked lips to greet hers before he found the opportunity to sink his tongue within her mouth.

She gave a rasp of enjoyment, and Nathair answered her with a light groan. He danced the back of his hand down her neck, her chest – only pausing there long enough to play with a nipple – before he went lower. When he glided over her hip bone, she tilted her pelvis for him, and her heart fluttered faster.

Nathair sheathed his claws before he delved between her lips and found her clit. He played with the sensitive bundle of nerves, and her legs spread wide as she moaned for him. He circled her clit with practiced pressure and waited for her hips to start greeting him with subtle rocks.

Only then did he go lower, dabbing his fingertips at the slick pool at her entrance. He speared her with two fingers swiftly, and her muscles locked as she squeaked. Nathair proceeded to pump them, pleased to find that their kissing and his touches had made her soft and ready.

He broke his mouth from hers so he could lash his tongue across her neck, and then brought himself lower to lick at one of her nipples. Clamping it between his jaw segments, he let her feel the pinch of it, before he soothed any sting with more of his tongue.

He pulled away and licked at his maw before tilting his snout downwards. There is something I have always wanted to do.

Without wasting any more time to obtain his prize, he removed his fingers and dipped below the water. While he waited for his lungs to fill with water and his breathing system to morph, Nathair wedged his shoulders below her thighs.

Beneath the surface, he lashed her clit with his tongue. Linh swiftly leaned back, parted her thighs, and gripped his horns – the only person he would allow to touch them.

Since her soul was made of essence, Nathair had already discovered it appeared to be safe despite being submerge within water. That just gave him freedom to be his aquatic self and play with his female like this.

A moan from her reverberated through the water as he took a breath through his gills. Just as he dabbed his tongue at her cute little hole, he choked at the sting that instantly clutched his lungs. He ignored it, thinking it was just the shift of breathing in new minerals in the water. The longer he tasted his aroused female, the more it felt like lava had entered the small nerves or special veins branching around his lungs and heart.

I can't breathe!Nathair had to breach the surface before he drowned. Placing a hand on the rock she sat upon, Nathair choked out pants as he forced his lungs to empty of water more rapidly than normal.

Linh sat up with widened, worried eyes. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

"No," he answered with shaking hands. "Whatever is on your skin is making the water t-o-x-i-c."

It'd tasted sour and sweet at the same time, and yet acidic.

Her eyelids fluttered. "Oh. I had a perfumed bath earlier."

"Please don't do that again," he pleaded, thankful the burning in his chest was dulling already. "If you join me in the water, what is on your skin will impact my breathing. Certain things are fine, like metals and salt."

"I'm sorry," she grumbled, lowering her gaze to his chest. All the rosiness of her growing arousal began to fade.

That is not what he wanted. Placing his hands beneath her thighs, Nathair lifted her and put her perfect arse on the edge of the rocky bank. He did so away from her seat, so he could have room to slide his head between her thighs.

"Is this okay?" he signed, as he licked at his maw while staring at her little cunt.

When she nodded, Nathair shoved his tongue inside her. The taste that instantly greeted him had him shuddering shoulders-deep in the water, then propping her knees up so he could widen her. Linh rested back on her elbows, but kept her gaze on his skull as he delved his tongue.

Even though he'd removed much of her arousal by fingering her, his orbs flashed to purple, and his cocks hardened rapidly in the water. He brought his tongue out just so he could twist his head and lash down her clit, then back up, wanting her to produce more slick. Only when he could scent it'd grown to be a little pool again did he shove his tongue back inside.

His tastebuds were more sensitive than other creatures, since he was able to sense things in the air with his tongue. It meant this female's naughty taste had his entire skull buzzing in reaction, and he flicked his flexible appendage in any way he could to make sure she produced more.

When he decided he didn't want to remove his tongue from the delicious well of her hot cunt, he reached his arm around her thigh. He pressed against her clit from above, and the sultry moan she gave him was lovely. With her head tilted back, her spine arched, and her breasts pointed towards the rocky ceiling, her lips parted on loud pants, and she looked stunning.

Her inner walls spasmed and quivered, just as she grew tight. Precum welled at the tips of his cocks from the intense swells when she came for him, and his ears tingled at her cry bouncing off the walls. Drool flooded his mouth in excitement at this female breaking apart and gifting him more of her taste.

I want inside her so badly.It'd been fucking days since he'd had this female wrapped around his cocks.

So much had happened, and he'd missed touching her, hearing her cries, experiencing all that was this sensual creature. He glided his hand away from her clit so he could palm her stomach and cup a breast, wanting to feel its softness rather than just remember it.

Instead of lifting to mount her, Nathair kept his head between her creamy thighs.

He considered fisting his throbbing cocks but decided against it. It was best he didn't bring himself to release – he didn't wish for his seed to linger in the water.

Even when Linh pushed on his head to get him away, Nathair latched himself to her. He wanted to make her come again, to have a sated female in his lap once he was done with her. To make her cry out in abandon until she couldn't give him another drop.

"Inside me, Nathair," she cried, pushing harder as she dipped an agonised gaze down to him. Brows furrowed, and lips bitten and kiss swollen, she panted, "I need you inside."

The whimper that broke from him hurt to produce. He shook his head. I cannot. He couldn't be inside her – not just yet, and doubtfully tonight.

Linh threw her head back when she let out a loud cry, right as her sweet pussy milked his tongue once more. Nathair groaned in satisfaction, taking what he could from her. His cocks brushed against the ground of the pool when he bucked his hips forward, desperate to sink them inside.

Once she stopped clamping him, he removed his tongue to lash at her clit to check if she needed more pleasure or not.

"Please," she whined. He let out a subtle growl and lowered his head once more. Linh quickly sat up to force him into letting her escape him, and she yanked a horn. "Why won't you have sex with me? You avoided being intimate last night too."

Damnit,Nathair bit within his mind.

He rose to lean around her on straightened arms, while wisely keeping his aching cocks submerged and away from the air.

He couldn't say he hadn't denied her last night, although he thought he'd been rather subtle about it. She knows I can smell when she's turned-on.

Having this female attempt to instigate sex by touching his back, scales, and chest until she'd slipped her hand dangerously close to his seam, had been a fucking battle. He'd shoved her against him, and just waited for her to go to sleep without letting her see he was awake and not in a fragment.

He hadn't liked lying to her in his own way, but he just didn't want to present a problem he didn't have the solution for. Apparently, he wasn't going to be given that grace.

"What's wrong?" she asked, cupping the sides of his jaw. "Nathair... I know it's not because of me; I know what your mind is like."

She had a rather intimate relationship with him and his lustful thoughts, despite his dislike of that.

"I told you that you are now a Phantom, and it comes with certain abilities," he signed.

Her lips puckered in thought. "Well, yeah. You explained all that to me yesterday."

"I have also made you compatible with me," he answered, dipping his head to the side to look down at her pussy. "This pussy is now mine. I claimed it, and you, when you gave your soul." Dark green entered his sight as he licked at his maw, and he brushed his fingertips over what he could touch of her folds. "You are no longer safe from my seed. You are now my b-r-e-e-d-a-b-l-e – breedable – bride."

"Oh,"she rasped on parted lips.

"There is a spell to prevent it," he continued. "However, I do not know it."

Weldir had taught him much, as he'd seen many of his offspring perform many spells. He was a voyeur, one who watched to better learn and understand – even if he was uncomfortable with such knowledge.

Nathair's death had scarred his creator, even if he'd never admitted it. Weldir liked to be prepared, and gave knowledge as much as he could to all his offspring through his female, the Witch Owl.

But this wasn't something Weldir knew how to do, only of its existence. Despite being a voyeur, even he turned away from watching his offspring mate.

"I am waiting until I cannot take it anymore," Nathair admitted, as his sight bled to purple once more. "I ache to be inside you, Linh, but I will figure it out on my own when I grow so desperate that I disregard my own cravings."

A sadness radiated around his heart, as he thought, When the desire to breed you gives way to my need for you.

Nathair didn't know if this was a Mavka longing, or just a deep one of his own, but he wanted to share in life with his bride. He wanted younglings, and to see this female grow them – the evidence of their union and how it continued.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Linh asked, and he didn't like the hurt in her voice.

"I already know how you feel about younglings," Nathair admitted. "You do not feel the same way."

Despite the heaviness of the conversation, his cocks continued to thrum in desire. Talk of knocking up this female was keeping him rock hard, and he was beginning to have thoughts of pumping into her anyway. Just the thought had him shivering in delight, and he'd just adore it if she would moan for him as he filled her with seed.

"I never said that." She frowned more deeply as her gaze bounced over his skull. "Why do you – Oh!" She gave a small laugh. "Nathair, I didn't really know you that well. We didn't have a relationship, and the idea of getting pregnant scared me for that reason."

"Are you saying–"

Before he could finish, Linh darted her hand into the water and cupped the head of a cock. Purple darkened in his sight, and he rose up to slam his hands against the ground next to her with a menacing hiss. Just the lightest damn touch from her nearly had him shoving her on one of his cocks.

He was pent up, needy, and he hungered to be inside his bride.

The laugh that fell from her sprinkled chaos around his heart, only for her to soothe it when she cupped his snout.

"My gosh, you can be rather beastly when you want to be." The open affection to his skull had Nathair gliding his claws into her hair, and his hips lifted higher out of the water. "I don't mind, you silly Duskwalker. You are my husband, and I your... bride? Wife? You can tell me later what you prefer."

"Bride," he instantly answered.

Fuck wife! You are the bride of a Mavka.

"I want you inside me, Nathair. I love you, trust you, and I don't mind what happens."

He wasn't going to argue with that. Actually, he wouldn't, not now that she'd given him permission to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

Leaning forward so he could bury his bony snout into her hair, he directed her head to the side so she could see his right hand. He licked her ear, panting over it, as he signed, "Can I put both my cocks inside you then?"

She gave a muffled moan as she nodded, only to belt out a squeal when he flipped Linh onto her back. He placed his hands on either side of her and lifted his hips until his cocks were no longer submerged.

Biting her lip, Linh looked down at them, but Nathair didn't waste a second. He twisted his hips until the end of one shaft nestled against her entrance and waited impatiently for her to look up at his skull.

With a light growl, he slammed his left cock inside her to the base in one quick thrust. Her back lifted off the ground as her hands fisted near her chest, her lips parted on an "Oh!" His insides instantly clamped up at the heavenly tight heat that greeted him. Fuck, she feels so perfect.

With most of his tail still in the water, and leaning over his bride, Nathair began to thrust.

That's it, little female,Nathair purred down at her. Loosen up for me. He removed his cock so he could shove the other one inside her, letting her snug core greet it in welcome.

When she tightened as though she was about to orgasm, he pulled out. Now that he was allowed to have his unrestricted fun with her, he didn't let her come – he didn't want Linh tiring too soon. Squeezing his cocks together to make them seem smaller, he nestled their combined heads against her pink entrance.

Nathair pushed hard. Seeing she wasn't going to take him with ease, when she winced as if it was beginning to hurt, he healed her. He'd take the pain of his own thrust, so long as she stretched this perfect cunt around both his cocks.

He looked down to watch himself mount his bride properly for the first time. The lips of her pussy flared as he began to sink in with a growl slipping from him. Oh fuck, yes. Heat greeted him, wetness kissed him, and he felt her slowly accommodating him.

The moment the rims of his cockheads popped inside, a quiet hiss resonated from him. Hot. So hot and tight. A ripple spreading out from his groin made his scales lift in waves up and down his body. He pumped back and forth, reaching further and further inside her, feeling her slowly accepting him with the help of his healing.

He was thankful he wouldn't need to attempt a second body-altering spell.

It was obvious her body couldn't handle this much girth, his size a bit too large and cumbersome for her human body, but she felt so damn good. Each inch he sunk inside pinched at his own cocks and tentacles, yet her accepting them both soothed him.

Linh had tightened beneath him, but her little moans were rapture. Her hips dipped back and forth, like she was trying to help him.

Barely a quarter of the way inside her, Nathair collapsed around her at the squeezing pleasure that threatened to break him. He wrapped his arms around her, and cupped the back of her head and kneaded her arse. Perfect. She's so perfect. His arms and hands shook as he held her, while constant groans fell from him the more he pumped. Deeper. Take all of me, Linh.

He panted against her hair, then nudged her in appreciation of finally being able to do this. To take this lovely female the way he'd always wanted to. Mine. Little female, you are all mine.

The further he penetrated her, the more he slipped up until the top of her head was just out of reach of his snout.

His cocks constantly swelled, thickening in enthusiasm and excitement. When their hips nestled up against each other's, his tentacles snapped around the crooks of her thighs, locking them together. With his chest tight in tenderness, his groin radiated in profound pleasure.

He stopped healing her so she could feel how full she was, hoping she would loosen even more now that he was completely buried. They were utterly connected, and he'd paused to let them both adjust.

Linh had her arms wrapped around his middle, her cute nails digging into him as she panted against his chest. Her thighs pillowed around his wide hips, and the balls of her feet pressed into his sides to keep him locked in. There was not a single space between their meshed bodies.

I'm... on top of her.And she wasn't fretting to get away.

A deep, desirous pant fell from him, and he gave her room to look up at him. Her pretty eyes sparkled with lust, while her face looked feverish.

Nathair glanced beyond her. Now that she'd swallowed him, clarity rained in his thoughts. Dark orange threatened to invade his purple sight when he realised he'd mounted her against the hard, uneven rock like a beast. He hadn't even left the pool properly, as most of his tail still lay within it.

He drifted his sight to the makeshift bed that suddenly looked too far away. It would be softer, and a better place to fuck his precious bride.

"You're so big," she whispered, and her pussy spasmed around his cocks. "I can feel your heartbeat inside me. I love it."

Unsure if she was just vocalising her thoughts, or trying to reassure him, any hope of moving them was stolen by her words.

You love both my cocks inside you, little nightingale?Nathair thought with a groan, drawing back his hips slowly. You like me stretching you with two? He shoved into the snug nestle of her cunt and watched as her head tipped back on a moan. I'm going to fuck this pussy until I've flooded it with my seed.

A husky pant escaped his parted maw. I'm going to breed you, and watch you grow ripe with my youngling, Linh. Dark green flickered in his sight from his thoughts, his desperate craving.

He lowered his body until he'd trapped her beneath him. Her head rested on the crook of his elbow and his hand gripped her shoulder to keep her secured in place for his rutting, while his other arm crossed down her back to grip her arse. His tail fins brushed against the insides of her thighs when he shunted his hips away, only to shove back in.

Dangerous excitement had his thrusts hitting harder, but he kept them slow so he could feel the way she was formed. So he could feel every inch of her drenched, textured, spasming cunt sucking on the lengths of his cocks. So she could experience each one of his tiny nodules popping in and out of her until he nuzzled the tips of his cocks against her cervix.

Pretty female,he groaned as he closed his sight to take in her warmth, her scents, the way her lungs sung the sweetest, lewd song for him. Her skin was so soft, her body docile and tender as he crushed it beneath his weight, and she hugged him closely.

He'd always wanted to hold her this way – to shield her as he fucked into her body. To be held deep within in return had his heart racing in adoration – only for it to stutter when her inner walls snapped tight around him.

She gave a scream as liquid squelched within her. Fuck! She's squeezing me. His hips picked up speed as she came around his cocks, milking them like she wanted to rob them of seed before he was ready to give it.

Nathair wanted to breed his little female, but he wanted to have lots of fun doing it.

She clawed at his back, tearing at his scales, and they lodged under her nails until she broke them off. His thrusts felt wetter with their combined fluids, her orgasm and his lubrication mingling to make a unique and perverted scent that was wholly theirs.

"Nathair," she called on a broken cry. "Don't stop. You feel so good."

A tremor wracked down his long spine until water flicked behind them from his tail. Fuck, Linh. He pulled her tighter against him as his seed sacs clenched hard and his dual cocks tried to separate inside her when he swelled in delight.

"You smell so nice, like waterlilies and moonflowers," she mindlessly rasped against his chest. She licked at his scales, kissed them, as if she wanted to suck on the taste of his flesh. "You're so strong, and I love the way your body feels against mine, how your scales scrape against my skin."

Her hips bucked back and forth, gyrating like she needed more friction. She didn't care where they were, or that they were on the hard ground. All she seemed to want was more.

She was fucking pulverising his heart and mind. She feels like bliss. Every part of her essence was washing over him.

And when her pussy smothered his cocks in a second clamp and held on, Nathair couldn't hold back this time. His tentacles squeezed her to him, giving her no chance to escape. His muscles lost all their strength as his seed sacs clenched repeatedly in unison, and his sight flickered open just so it could pulsate.

He came within his trembling bride, and each spurt was like liquid bliss spilling from him. The pleasure clutched his groin, his flesh, his very bones, as he produced a quaking, euphoric groan. They came together, and it somehow broke his mind, shattering him so completely it went silent.

He needed more.

The moment her body released him, and his tentacles unlatched, Nathair slipped his cocks from her. He flipped her onto her knees and chest, fisted himself into one big cock, and slammed inside her to the hilt.

His tongue hung from his frantically panting maw as he leaned around her on straightened arms. Looking down, he forced his tentacles to curl back so he could have the freedom to watch as he rammed into her.

Mine,he growled, as he pulled back, only to double the strength of his next slam. She bounced, but his wrist pressing into the top of her shoulder kept her rooted for him. Mine. Her knees stayed parted, her back never stopped arching as she tilted her arse just right for his cocks.

Linh let him fuck her hard while she was on her knees, while he towered around her, like he pinned her there by the sheer force of his will. Her lips were parted wide, and she produced moan after moan that grew faster along with his increasing hip speed.

He watched as his earlier release slowly bubbled out of her and into the puddle they'd already made. My female, my bride.

She bent her elbow and gripped his wrist like she wanted to latch onto him. The backs of her thighs and arse grew red from his tail and hips constantly slapping against her. It didn't take her long to come for him, and that only elated him further, made him more ruthless with her fragile human body.

That's right, fucking scream for me!Fuck singing – he wanted her to belt out how thoroughly he was taking her body, making it his, pleasuring it. He wanted her so loud her whole village heard the way he made bliss dig its claws into her. Is this what you wanted, Linh? Do you like having a Mavka inside you?

Her clenched eyes never opened, but her cheek brushed against the rock when she nodded.

Nathair bent his back to lean down to her. He didn't slow his thrusts, instead quickening them, and her little cries never quietened.

"You are mine, little nightingale," he growled against her hair, realising she could probably hear him. "Mine to fuck, to fill, to breed however I please. Do you like that?"

She gave him a whimper in answer, and he took that as a deeply satisfying yes.

"Good," he rasped with a pant as his second orgasm neared. "I'm all yours, female. You can have me whenever you like. Always."

"Please, Nathair," she rasped out.

"Just a little more," he pleaded, quickening his hips to race her, to reach his end before she could ask him to stop. "I'm so close. Just let me use your pretty pussy a little more."

I want to fill her again, make sure my seed is deep.Since he had two cocks, they didn't quite line up inside her properly. He wanted to flood her until he knew her little womb had taken as much as it could.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful, so lovely. Your cries, your scent, your warmth." A shiver rippled his scales, and he gave her an agonised whine. "Take all of me."

When his tentacles snapped around her thighs and hips despite his desire to hold them back, Nathair rocked into her as seed climbed up his shafts. His head tilted back and his fangs exposed themselves when the pleasure that clutched him was even more intense than before. The strangest longing to sink them into her and keep her still for his mating struck him when venom trickled against his tongue.

Linh... Nightingale...Nathair released a haunting roar as his body seized. She started milking him when she was already about to be gifted more of his seed. His hips shoved hard against her arse as he started to come within her, and his repeated swells were accompanied by her pulsating squeezes.

Everything felt tighter, like they both wanted to crush him, and his sight blurred. Nathair registered nothing but her scream, the wet heat of where they were joined, and the way his back had arched. He roared at the ceiling, at the world, as he quaked.

His huffs were loud when he flopped forward on his arms, and he had to utilise all his strength not to fall on top of her. With her face turned to the side, he noted how flushed and sweat-soaked she was, how her long, straight eyelashes fluttered as his seed continued to trickle from her. A few last drops splattered into the large puddle on the ground, growing and pressing against her spread knees.

Just when his left elbow was about to cave in, Nathair flicked his tail forward to quickly get it underneath him. Grabbing her thigh from below, and palming her chest, he lifted her as he fell back against the ball of his tail. Laying Linh's back against his front, he looped himself in a way that kept her spread while he was nestled inside her swollen pussy.

Nathair rested back and just let himself bask in this afterglow with his bride.

"Holy shit," Linh gasped out between quick pants. "What the hell, Nathair? I thought my pussy was going to explode."

She twisted slightly to look up at his skull, and he rumbled out a purring chuckle. He cupped her right breast, as well as between her thighs, looking over her shoulder so he could watch himself spread her lips to get a better peek at her.

It did explode, many times.It came and came for him, giving him little bursts of liquid that had tasted tantalising in the air. Pretend all you like, female, but you loved it.

"I know I did," she stated, and he reared his head back.

"You heard that?" he asked out loud, and she nodded.

My mind is still quiet.Like after she sang to him and he was given a small rest. It was likely temporary, as it always was.

Another dark chuckle came from him as he played with her clit. She gave soft moans, obviously sensitive, but didn't stop him.

With the way they were lying, he was able to see everything. His dark-grey fingers touching her, his purple dual cocks still nestled inside her stretched hole, and his pearly white seed saturating her entire slit.

"I think we're going to need a door for the youngling I'm going to put inside you," Nathair purred against her, dipping his fingertips into the seed bubbling where her entrance met the base of his cocks.

Her eyes widened as she jerked her head in the direction of the darkened outside world. "Oh god, a door!" she squealed. "My whole village probably heard your roar."

Mmm, good. Let them hear.

Her lips pouted, as if she'd heard that thought. "Nathair. Can you pull out now? It feels really hot."

He palmed her stomach and healed her instead. "Better?"

She nodded before flicking him a curious gaze. It was the least he could do, and he did really want to stay how they were.

He wanted to pet and worship his beautiful bride, who looked thoroughly fucked.

I cannot wait until she gives me younglings. I plan to make them all aquatic like me.Actually, Nathair planned to make them little versions of himself.

I will need to feed them lots of sea creatures, but make sure they eat a snake whole first.He gave a hum as he plucked a nipple. Perhaps different horns, though, so I can tell them apart.

He licked against the nape of her neck affectionately.

But... one will do for now. He'd take the breeding slow, as he didn't want to rush.

We have forever, and I plan to have an easy life with her. A life that is filled with love, pleasure, and hopefully lots of kisses.

His orbs flashed bright pink as she gave him her pretty gaze.

"Would you like that?" he asked out loud, knowing she heard his inner pondering.