Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

THREXIN

S he was arched beneath him, her back bowed under his hand at her waist, her skin prickling against him where they touched as her tiny invisible human hairs stood on end. She waited, mouth tilted up to him in offering. Her heartbeat drummed into his body through the spot where her belly was glued to his.

The spikes on his tongue dragged against the roof of his mouth, raking sensitive scratches through him. His cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants, and he was vaguely aware that if he grew any more aroused he may embarrass himself by leaking exorin through his clothing.

The faint knowledge that there was a human on the floor in the other room perhaps should've served as an inhibitor. But shoq, the fact that there was a human on the floor in the other room and still she bent there for him, offering herself for consumption, only made it worse until the last thread restraining him snapped. With a guttural grunt he grasped both hands underneath the flesh of her ass, shoving her up the wall as he bent his head to her ear and took her lobe with his fangs, dripping exorin onto her flesh.

She sucked in a sharp breath, head tilting instinctively to expose more of herself as he devoured all he could of her—all he safely could. He sucked, licked, and bit at her flesh, from the back of her ear down the side of her throat, along her shoulder, leaving a trail of poison in his wake. He chanced nipping at the line of her jaw, far too close to her mouth to be safe, but he couldn't help that. He worked his way along the side of her face, marking her with his mouth and his poison. She shook beneath him, malleable and soft as she relished in his consumption.

Threxin's hand tangled in the roots of her hair and pulled, tilting her head up as he worked his mouth beneath her chin and along the taut lines of her neck, down to the collar of her shirt. He ripped it easily. Then, with a frustrated sound in his throat at encountering a second layer of clothing around her chest, he ripped that too. Her full breasts spilled free for him to taste.

The sound they both made as he took one hard nipple into his wet mouth was a throaty harmony that stole their breaths. Her uninjured leg had come off the floor to wrap around his waist, pulling him in until her hips were flush with his erection. He thrust forward, chasing contact as he ached through his clothes.

He did not kiss her. Did not leave a trace of himself on her mouth, though shoq, how he wanted to. Threxin wanted to leave himself on her lips and tongue, and in her cunt that she now rutted against his enclosed cock.

His limiter thrummed a constant beat in his head, but Threxin found himself almost able to ignore the churning ache it brought. In the back of his mind he noted the oddity, for the limiter always took precedence over all other senses. It was intimately linked to his brain, grown into it like an internal organ. Perhaps the issue was that in that moment Threxin was not thinking with his brain at all.

But he was thinking. She clearly had no control over her impulses just then, so he had to command his own for the two of them. He may as well have been carrying the Elysian itself, his will threatening to break beneath the weight of the responsibility. Yet at the same time it filled him with a dose of palpable pride. Here was this female, putting herself entirely in his hands. He would not have her an addict dependent on her next hit, crawling after him—or worse, any other of his cohort—for a taste. His chest constricted at the thought of it.

No. She would be like this: begging for him with a clear mind and of her own volition. Desperate for him to do as he willed, pliant and inviting not from exorin craving but from the things he'd do to her. Threxin could ooze his exorin in her mouth in that moment and she would take it. His cock jumped at the prospect and he shoved his hips harder against her, squeezing his eyes shut as her own responded viciously in kind.

Her expression, first lax in its submission, later twisted with need, grew strained as she jerked herself against him over their clothes. Her hands moved down. She fumbled with his belt, and he batted them away.

"No." He'd never had such a hard time saying one simple word, even in Universal, and the whimper his denial coaxed from her throat made him want to sink his teeth in it. She was in pain, desperate for a release by methods he wouldn't provide.

But he would let her grind her hungry little cunt on his cock. That he would do.

Threxin raked his teeth over his bottom lip and reached down quickly to shred her stretchy pants, ripping them off her body with ease. She grabbed his biceps to hold herself stable as the strip around her hips followed, revealing the wet heat of her to the air and to his eyes.

He froze, the heaving of her chest stopped as she watched him watch her.

Females of his kind looked nothing like that. With them, the cunt was but a simple circular crevice that expanded much like their anal sphincter did. A glorious sensation of its own, but this…

Threxin stared, noting faintly the blush creeping across his female's inner thighs, making its way up her belly and chest where it bloomed to her neck and splashed across her cheeks. She tried to pull away, start lowering her leg from his waist, but he squeezed her ass in his talons, forcing her in place.

Alina cleared her throat and blinked fast, battling a neutral look onto her crimson face. "Is it… not what you're used to?"

"Of course not," he answered, pondering the strangeness of the question. Obviously there would be similarities, considering their kind could apparently interbreed. But considering all the difference between their bodies, had she really thought reproductive organs looked universally the same?

"Oh. Well… don't worry about it. I'll just…" Her struggles to wriggle out of his grip resumed in full force, and Threxin, already battling the constant hum of the limiter inside him, now had to battle an extra lash of it as it tamped down his desire to slam her into the wall with more force than was necessary to keep her fucking still.

"What the shoq is wrong?" Threxin growled, digging the points of his fingers into her skin until she gasped, tears drawn to the corners of her eyes.

She chewed her plump lip, fingers tightening slightly on his bicep before she reached her hand to wipe a trace of exorin from under her eye socket.

"Speak, female," Threxin commanded, jerking her a little against him to force her into action.

"I don't want to do anything if you think it's ugly!" she blurted out.

Threxin stared, incredulous.

"Ugly?" He had only just begun to study the beige and pink folds glistening so invitingly between her legs when she froze up. In the split tick before she did, he'd already had to stifle the sudden urge to hike her higher against the wall and shove his face between her legs to feast on her soft flesh and her sweet-smelling juices. And she thought he may think it ugly ?

"Stupid human," Threxin muttered in Apthian under his breath, shaking his head in a human gesture when he felt her tense defensively. She had understood him, he recognized with some pride.

He readjusted his grip, splaying his forearm under her asscheek to hold her up with one hand. He clasped the other between her legs, spreading the glistening folds. He bent back slightly, craning his neck to study its fleshy bloom. Threxin had to choke down a mouthful of exorin as it flooded his mouth anew. His cock, already at attention, stirred at the thought of feeling, and filling, that dripping heat. Chilling disappointment flooded him then, considering that would be an experience he'd never permit either of them.

Alina Argoud's breathing was shallow, her expression uncertain, as she remained still for his tactile exploration. The nub at the front of her opening appeared engorged, pulsing invitingly to the rhythm of her heart as though it were intricately connected to her very soul. Threxin stroked the pad of his finger across the slit, dipping it gently toward the opening so as not to scratch her—yet—and felt her tighten around his digit. His eyes and apertures widened, insides twisting at the sensation. It moved. Threxin recoiled for a moment as his limiter delivered a sharp prod against the electric excitement that shot through him.

"It is the most beautiful thing I have seen," Threxin muttered, lost in his observation of this unthinkable wonder of anatomy.

Alina Argoud deflated as she released a long breath. She slumped forward against him as her hips arced a slow motion against his hand. She made a little frustrated sound when he withdrew, bringing his fingers to his face. They were coated with her, and as he put one in his mouth the taste of her made him jerk his own hips against her.

"Move for me, human," Threxin commanded.

She complied, flinging both arms around his shoulders for better grip as her hips began to grind against him in earnest and his own reciprocated. He shoved her into the wall and she shoved back, a rutting that was a fight as much as a surrender as the female took what she needed. Threxin pressed his head into her shoulder, watching the spot where her wet cunt gyrated into the hardness of him over his clothing.

Threxin could already feel the spikes on his cock protruding and he hadn't even been shoqing inside anything yet. He pressed his tongue to his cheek, fighting to restrain himself.

Alina Argoud was making restraint difficult. Her folds molded against him, the muscles of her thighs working herself into him as her wetness marked his clothes and her sounds marked his soul. She sounded almost uhyre as she climbed, taking his assault and delivering her own.

"Fuck…" she breathed into his ear—a carnal human word that he relished drawing from her mouth. Her smooth motions grew haphazard and thoughtless. "…Threxin."

"Yes, human. Beg my name while you come apart for me." He nipped her ear with a hungry fang, tugging and watching her tilt her head for more. A string of exorin leaked between his fangs, pooling at the junction of her shoulder before sliding down her chest. It maneuvered along the slope of her breast to her peaked nipple. He dipped his mouth and sucked it from her, swirling his tongue around the hard protrusion.

Threxin reached for the pulsing heat concentrated at the apex of her thighs. As he brushed a sharp talon along the swollen bundle of nerves there, his Alina threw her head back, banging it hard into the wall. It was the strained cry and the shuddering hitch of her hips against him that alerted him to her release. It was her legs tightening at his waist with a strength he didn't know she possessed. She dug her nails into his skin, scraping for purchase.

Threxin shook his head as the sudden urge to rip her apart with his own talons tore through him. The limiter struggled and finally succeeded in suppressing it, but only after Threxin had lifted his free hand to strike. He instead converted the motion to palm the back of her head, wedging between her and the wall so she could safely come undone without concussing herself.

When she was done, he let her sink to the floor. His heart drummed at a rabid pace, his vision black at the edges as it focused entirely on her. He drank her in: the strand of hair plastered to her cheek, the sweat beading her lip, the way her chest heaved as she sat shaking.

There was no use swallowing down any more exorin because it was everywhere. His Alina was coated in it. All of her but her cunt and her mouth—the two places that mattered most, which he'd managed to keep safe. So Threxin let it drip from his lips, down his chin and chest, settling into the crevices of his muscles and apertures. He took a step back, admiring the ecstatic defeat of her on the floor of his den. She was flushed, and confused, and her fragile skin glowed.

But he was entirely unsatisfied.

Threxin ripped his buckle open and undid the clasps on his pants, finally letting his cock spring free. Her eyes widened as she took him in. In fear, or want, or both, he didn't know and didn't care. He stood well enough away as he watched her and she looked back, and he gripped his cock, wincing as his palm met the sensitive spikes there. Exorin coated his hand and dripped to the floor as he stroked himself.

"Move for me, Alina," he repeated his command .

This time she hesitated. She was nervous. Threxin cocked his head, stroking himself lazily.

Finally she sat up on her knees in a pleading pose that made his shaft swell. She looked shyly at the floor, as her hands hovered uncertainly at her waist. It was satisfying to see her work up her resolve, until finally she brought both hands to her black-smeared breasts, cupping the heavy mounds and pressing them together. Presenting.

"Like this?" she asked in a small voice. Yes, she was nervous, but her eyes were still heavy and black with her arousal, and Threxin lifted his chin.

"Exactly like that," he murmured.

His little female grew braver, perhaps encouraged by the reaction she derived from him. His eyes snapped to her cunt as she shifted to part her knees slightly on the floor. One breast dipped as she released it and slid her hand down her ribs and belly, to her legs.

"Don't touch there," Threxin tsked, even though he very much wanted her to do just that. He wanted to watch her stained hand insert his exorin deep into that magical tightening hole. He wanted to follow it, spread her open and fill her with both the poison and the life his cock could provide.

But his Alina was a good, compliant human. She nodded and trailed her hand instead up one inner thigh, then the other, teasing as Threxin fisted his pulsing member.

When her eyes fixed on his cock and her tongue darted out to lick her lips, Threxin was done.

"Shoq," he growled as his shaft swelled and then released a thick, long rope of cum with enough force to hit her thigh. His release covered her legs and knees in long, thick ropes before finally abating, spilling over his gripping hand and to the floor. He panted, watching as she stared at the milky silver liquid on her skin.

"I want to taste it," she choked out in a hoarse voice .

"No." Her eyes snapped up to him at the barked command. "It isn't safe."

His seed itself was not of the same addictive quality as his exorin, but they had intermingled both on his member and her covered skin. And though he wanted nothing more than to see Alina Argoud drink all he had to offer, it was his responsibility to keep her safe…