Arkon

ARKON

I explored Samira’s body with reverent dedication, savoring every curve and texture. My fingers traced patterns across her soft skin as I kissed a trail down her neck and chest. When I reached her breasts, I lavished attention on each nipple, circling them with my tongue before taking them into my mouth. Samira arched her back, pressing herself closer.

“,” she gasped. “Please...”

I smiled against her skin, continuing my journey downward. My hands caressed her thighs as I settled between them. I inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her scent. With a low growl, I tasted her, my tongue exploring every fold.

Samira gasped and writhed as I pleasured her. I slipped two fingers inside, curling them to find that perfect spot while my mouth focused on her most sensitive area. Her hips rocked against my face as soft moans escaped her lips.

I could feel her body tensing, trembling on the edge of release. I increased the pressure and speed of my ministrations, determined to bring her to ecstasy. With a cry of pleasure, Samira came undone, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers as waves of bliss washed over her.

As she came down from her high, I kissed my way back up her body. Samira pulled me close, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. When we broke apart, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“It’s time,” she said softly. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want the claiming bite.”

At her words my heart surged, a wild rhythm that seemed to pulse in every inch of me. I kissed her again, pouring all my love and desire into the embrace. When I pulled back, I searched her face.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Once it’s done, there’s no going back.”

Samira nodded, her expression resolute. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

The raw honesty in her voice nearly undid me. I reached over to the shower controls, shutting off the water and activating the drying jets. Warm air swirled around us, quickly evaporating the moisture from our skin.

Once we were dry, I scooped Samira into my arms, cradling her against my chest. She felt so small, so fragile compared to my Vinduthi physique. I carried her to the bed, laying her down with utmost care, as if she were the most precious thing in the universe.

I joined her on the bed, hovering over her. My eyes roamed her face, memorizing every detail. Slowly, reverently, I began to make love to her. I took my time, savoring every touch, every kiss, every soft gasp and moan.

As we moved together, I whispered words of adoration. “You’re perfect,” I murmured against her skin. “The most brilliant, beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever known. I love you more than I thought possible.”

Samira’s hands traced the patterns of my markings. “I love you too,” she breathed. “My fierce, honorable warrior.”

I positioned myself between Samira’s legs, my cock pressing against her entrance. As I slowly pushed inside, the sensation nearly overwhelmed me. She enveloped me in tight, velvety heat, her body welcoming mine. I groaned, struggling to maintain control.

“Samira,” I breathed, looking down at her face. Her expression was one of pure bliss, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.

I began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through my body. Samira’s warmth surrounded me, her softness a stark contrast to my own hard planes.

“You feel incredible,” I murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss.

Samira moaned into my mouth, her hands roaming over my back. “So do you,” she gasped as we broke apart. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I continued my unhurried movements, savoring every sensation. The way her inner muscles clenched around me, the soft sounds she made, the scent of her arousal - it all combined to create an intoxicating experience.

As our pleasure built, Samira became more vocal. Her hips rose to meet mine, trying to increase the pace. “Please,” she whimpered. “More, . I need more.”

I resisted the urge to give in immediately, drawing out the sweet torture. “Patience, my mate,” I said, nipping at her earlobe. “I want to make this last.”

Samira whimpered in frustration, her nails digging into my shoulders. “, please,” she begged. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Her pleas broke my resolve. I gradually increased my speed, driving into her with more force. Samira cried out in pleasure, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I let myself get lost in the sensations, my hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. Samira met me thrust for thrust, her body writhing beneath mine. I could feel her trembling, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Let go,” I growled. “Come for me, Samira.”

Her back arched as she cried out, her climax washing over her in waves. The feel of her inner walls pulsing around me pushed me towards my own release. As the pressure built, I knew it was time.

I buried myself deep inside her and sank my teeth into the crook of her neck, giving her the claiming bite. The taste of her blood, the scent of her skin, her delicate trembling - it all crashed over me at once. With a roar, I came, spilling myself inside her.

Samira screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm intensifying from the bite. Her body shook violently, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. I held her close, riding out the aftershocks together.

As we both came down from our high, I gently licked the bite mark, my saliva helping to heal the wound. Samira’s breathing slowly evened out, her body going limp in my arms as the claiming bite took effect.

I held her close, marveling at the changes already beginning to manifest. Faint patterns, echoes of my own markings, shimmered beneath her skin.

Gently I laid her back in the bed, pulling the covers over her, then settled into a chair. My eyes never left Samira’s face as I waited for her to awaken, ready to be there the moment she opened her eyes.

My Samira. My mate.