Chapter 21 - Aloryk

This morning has been a morning of pure bliss. Truly, no Trixikka in existence has ever had a better morning than Protector Aloryk this day.

My female had taken my cock into her mouth.

I had been fascinated and tantalized by the thought of such an act when I had first heard of such a thing from Chaz-Titi, but I had no idea it would be so divine . And, in truth, when first hearing my friend tell me of this gift a female could bestow unto her deserving mate, I had wondered if it was Chaz-Titi making another of her jokes - like when she tried to convince my brothers and I that a large proportion of human males do not enjoy cunt-licking. Now that I myself have tasted my sweet Polly, I know for a fact this cannot be true.

But, no. Cock-sucking is real .

And it is glorious .

"I like you wearing my stars," I tell my mate as she lays in my nest beside me. I trail my fingers lightly up and down her arm, watching as the skin-stars dance and trip over themselves to meet my touch.

Polly hums and watches my movements. "We were meant to be igniting your stars, not giving them to me."

It is true, but I do not mind this. Not at all.

I know I could give her more stars in other ways. The act of mating - where she would allow my cock into her cunt - will do this. Zahreenah often wears her mate's stars and complains that it signals to the whole tribe what she has been doing with her male. On the other wing, High Spear Rynn seems to delight in giving his mate his stars and letting all of Tribe and Temple know what they have been up to.

I could suggest this other act, I think as my fingertips travel softly across my Polly's collarbones to find her heart skin-etching. But something about the way it would be my body invading hers makes me think I should wait until my Polly makes the suggestion. Plus, I have spent a whole wonderful night studying her cunt, and I worry my size would hurt her, and this is something I definitely do not want.

After a half-dozen rotations of my finger tracing my Polly's heart, she reaches up and holds my hand in both of hers. "Tell me about your childhood, Aloryk," she says, voice soft and eyes shining. I quirk a brow at the sudden topic of conversation choice, but she answers with a shrug before saying, "if we're going to be bound together for always , I feel like we should know each other better."

My mate is correct. It does not stop me from teasing, though. "What is this talk of ‘if' , female?" I mock-growl at her, leaning down to nuzzle and nip at her neck. She squeals, laughs and wriggles her gorgeous body against me, and all of it makes my cock begin to stiffen all over again. Pushing me back lightly, she silently asks for me to relent, so I do. But not before promising myself to do that again at my next opportunity. The sounds of her delighted squeals are just too good a gift to my ears.

"I had the same youth as many Trixikka," I start, smiling down at her as she lay on her back, staring up at me. "I hatched from the Temple, my father remained a Protector while I was raised by a Caregiver - both of whom were already aging when I came into this world. By the time I, and the rest of my clutchmates reached adulthood, both males had been returned to the Promised Lands."

My Polly's brows furrow with concern. "You don't have any parent? Not at all?"

I snort softly. "Like all Trixikka, my mother is safe behind the Temple walls. This, I am glad of. It is my duty to protect her and all females. Those males whose seed is accepted by the Temple are often Protectors or Hunters. Both are dangerous parts to play. So it is not unusual for a youngling to lose his father." I pause, sucking in a breath as I think back to my youth. "Losing my Caregiver was the hardest, I think. He was not built to be a Protector, nor did he have the mind of a wise Elder." I find myself unthinkingly touching Polly's side, holding her lightly as my thumb swipes back and forth over the swell of her hip. The action is a comfort. She is a comfort. "But he was a good male. A kind male. And I really think he loved us; his youngling charges."

"What was his name?"

"Zynna."

" Zynna ," Polly whispers my old Caregiver's name back to me as she reaches up and places a palm on my chest. "I'm grateful to him for raising another good and kind man."

A knot forms in my throat and I feel the need to clear it. Covering her hand on my chest with my own, I offer my mate a smile, pleased beyond measure when she gifts one back up at me.

"What else can you tell me about you?" she asks. I know she is talking of my character or my history, but with the way her eyes drop to my mouth and how her tongue peeks out to swipe along her bottom lip, my mind goes elsewhere .

"I can tell you that you make my cock so fucking hard , my Polly," I tell her earnestly, watching her throat bob in a swallow as she blinks up at me. I lean closer. "I can tell you that I would very much like for you to use me in this ‘face-sitting' act I have heard of."

Something passes over her expression. Something uncertain. "I don't know, Aloryk. I'm kinda big for-"

"Ricky! Polly!" I hear Chaz-Titi call from outside my hut. My mate instantly tries to tug her hand away from my heart. Reflexively, my fingers curl around her, keeping her palm in place. " Ricky! Can you leave your girl alone for just a few minutes so she can come out and play? Dove's about to start a yoga class!"

I clench my teeth and let out a low growl - which my Polly seems to think is funny, if her grin is anything to go by. "My mate is occupied playing with me , female !" I call back to my so-called-friend.

I can hear Chaz-Titi chuckling outside. "C'mon big guy!" she calls. "You can't keep her all to yourself for the whole day!"

"I can!" I grumble in response, gathering my Polly in my arms and holding her tightly to my chest. " I will !"

She mumbles something into my skin, and I can feel her body jerking with laughter. I fail to see what is so amusing.

" Polleeeeee !" the female traitor whines outside. "you can play lovebirds later, come out and hang with the girls!"

"Alright, alright," my mate says as she wriggles free of my grasp. She tries to leave the nest, gifting me with two of the swiftest brushes of her lips on mine. That will not do. My growl rumbles louder and my Polly yelps when my hand splays over her chest, pushing her back down to my nest with a little ‘ hmph ' noise leaving her. "Alor-"

I pounce, devouring my name on her lips. The surprised little squeal at the back of her throat turns to a moan as my tongue pushes into her mouth. I keep the rules I've been told by the other females about consent present, but at the back of my mind. My Trixikka nature and Protector training means that I both want to keep my mate happy and safe, but I also want to dominate her like she were my prey. It is an odd combination for my mind to navigate. She wants to leave, and I want her to do what makes her happy.

But I also want to keep her here so I can taste her precious cunt.

I move my body to cover hers, loving how her soft curves feel against my hardened form. And especially loving how readily she parts her thighs to welcome me on top of her. When I move from her lips, mouthing, licking and nuzzling my way down her jaw to her neck, my Polly gives a little whimper, and the sound enflames me further.

Something happens to a Protector's body when he hears that tell-tale grunt an opponent makes just as his strength starts to wane. It is a different pitch to all the others, like the fight is already over, and you have already bested him. I do not know if it is instinct, or the Goddesses guiding hands, but a Protector will hear that sound, and his body will move to finish his foe almost mindlessly.

That whimper does the same thing to my body.

Except, I do not move to attack my female - not in that sense, anyway.

" Aloryk ," my Polly moans. "Aloryk, I should-"

My mate gasps when I issue a quick nip to her flesh. Growling, I go back for more, pinning her to my nest with a bite to the slope where her neck meets her shoulder. It is not a hard bite, but it is firm enough to keep my pretty prey in place. My tail coils around her ankle and without thinking, I begin to rock my hips against hers - an act that feels so natural even though I have never once done such a thing.

"Polly?" Chaz-Titi calls, slicing through the heavy haze that has descended upon me. "You coming, girl?"

" Oh, God , probably," my mate answers on a moan, her own hips now moving in time with mine.

" Damn , Ricky's got some moves, then, huh?" the female responds. Why is she still talking? Why is she still here? I growl louder, hoping she will get the hint.

She does not.

"Because in my experience," Chaz-Titi continues, "these guys get all over-excited and then it's finished before it's even started, you know? They're like big, eager puppy-dogs with wings, muscles and absolutely massive dic-"

" Uh-huh , Chastity?" my Polly says breathily, interrupting the female as she writhes beneath me.

"Yeah?"

"Can we maybe have this conversation l-later?"

There is laughter outside my hut. "Sure, girl. Enjoy yourself! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

I release my bite and raise my head to see my mate with her eyes closed as her tongue rolls out to wet her lips. " Mm-hm , bye!" She says the words for Chaz-Titi's benefit, but they are spoken in such a faw, quiet voice, there is no way the other female had heard them. I do not think my Polly cares, though. She looks just as distracted by the friction of our bodies as I am.

"You're making that scent again, little female," I tell her, rumbling the words into the side of her face as I nuzzle her there.

"What scent?"

"It smells like… need," I tell her, drinking it in, letting my Polly cloud my head with a pleasant dizziness. "It smells like my female needs me ."

Polly's teeth sink into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, but that same whimper as before slips out again. Her eyes are still closed as she nods.

That one little nod is all it takes for my hips to start rolling faster, rubbing my cock against her in a way that truly sends sparks of pure pleasure all over my body. I nip at her neck once more, loving the way she tilts her head, inviting me further, submitting her body to me, her mate . "Tell me what you need," I growl in her ear.

"I… I need you inside me , Aloryk," she whispers, her hands gripping onto my biceps. " Please . I really think it might help your heart-stars."

The very thought of my little female welcoming my cock into her lush, warm body is almost enough to make me spill my seed right here and now, all over my lovely Polly's soft stomach. The image that presents in my mind is a tempting one, marking her with my seed.

I shift my hips forward in a particularly rough thrust - one that makes her moan and grip onto me tighter. "But… oh, God ," she groans, giving me a gentle push to relent. I pull back, gazing down at the little Goddess panting beneath me. "Aloryk, I want you, but you're… you're really big. We need to go slow and make sure I'm… prepared ."

I nod my head and stroke a hand down her hair, moving to cup her delicate human jaw. She is so small in comparison to me - so precious. And I must not forget this. "I do not want to hurt you," I admit. "Tell me what to do."

"I… uh…" her adorable little brows scrunch and her cheeks redden further as she wets her lips, her gaze averting from mine. "Well… I need to get wet… like really wet, to be able to…" I watch as she swallows. "… take you… there ." My Polly gestures toward her sacred cunt.

My mind races with the limited knowledge I have of what produces that kind of reaction in my Polly - to ‘get her wet', as she puts it. It is not extensive knowledge, by any means, but I vow to myself that I will learn all the ways to accomplish this goal as I grin down at her, recalling one way in particular.

Quickly, I hold my female tightly as I flip our positions, causing a little yelp to escape my female. Briefly, I feel a bolt of pain shoot through my injured wing, but I am more than willing to ignore this in favor of what I have in mind. I do not think my discomfort shows as my smile only broadens while I enjoy laying here beneath her. "Seat yourself on my face," I tell her. "Let my tongue prepare you for my cock."

"I-" she looks at me, unsure. "I'm too heavy for that, Aloryk. I'd suffocate you."

I scoff at that. "You are not, and you will not. And even if you did, I cannot think of a better way to join the Promised Lands," I tell her, my hands skimming up her beautifully soft thighs as they frame my flanks. "In fact, when it is my time, I will beg for you to show mercy, and smother me with your lovely cunt."

Her mouth hangs open at my words, only for it to shut abruptly, and a blush starts to bloom down my Polly's neck. "But… your wings-"

"I promise to tell you if I am hurting, or in danger of death. Do not make me beg, female," I say, swatting her behind with a flick of my tail. " Get up here ."

Shakily, she nods, standing so that she can shuffle out of the coverings of her lower half. When she seats herself back down on me, I can feel the warmth of her promised cunt on my lower stomach, my skin-stars racing to inspect the newly bared contact.

"This, also," I tell her, tugging on the edge of her top covering. "Show me everything, my Polly."

She worries her bottom lip but then nods, crossing her arms to grip the cloth and pull it up and over her head.

And there she is, my Polly in all her wonderfully soft glory.

"You are…" a short breath leaves my lungs as I take in the whole of her. How could I ever find the right words for how exquisite she is? She is… like the gentle colors of a dawn sky, like the sparkle of dancing moonflies at midnight, like how the suns bathe the mountains in warm sunlight. And all this - all of her - is for me? The Goddesses surely have blessed me the most out of all my Trixikka brothers.

I watch as my Polly glances down, turning shy, now that I am gaping up at her like a fool. Reaching up, I tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen," I tell her. For it is true.

She looks at me a moment, chewing her lip adorably. "You sure you want me to sit on your face?"

"More than anything," I grin back up at her.

And as she starts to shimmy herself up my body, I try desperately to tamper down the urge to spill my seed again.