54. Kira

54

Kira

I wake up to warmth, weakness, and less pain than I would expect based on my last memory of being a pancake under a red mountain.

"Kira," I hear Drasuk breath out as I open my bleary eyes.

It takes me a moment to realize he is holding me flat in warm water.

I try to speak, but only a rasp comes out I'm so parched. I clear my throat to try again, then feel the touch of metal against my lips and cool liquid against them.

I drink greedily, thankful it is clear, fresh water instead of that nasty blue stuff I swiped from that genali... three years ago. Hell, maybe a century ago based on the way my body feels.

"Can you move your legs?"

I focus on them, relieved when they respond.

"Good. I'm going to move you upright now."

I nod and he repositions me so I'm nestled up against him. Then one of the nasty cardboard rations are in front of my face and I am far less thrilled.

I eat anyway, the pounding of my head, and my dizziness letting me know that I need a lot of nutrients to make up for whatever miracle happened to keep me alive.

My world narrows to chewing and swallowing until he stops putting food in my mouth. By the time I finish I can already feel my strength returning, but I'm still completely wiped out.

It's a struggle to speak, but I manage it. "Where are Ree and Thivoll?"

"She checked on you again a while back, they rested here with us, and are now back patrolling. Go to sleep, Kira."

I don't bother resisting.

***

When I wake up, I'm still cocooned in Drasuk's arms. I'm starving again but feel much stronger.

Telling him this doesn't stop him from carrying me to a bush and then hovering as I hiss out curses at him when he won't leave me alone to pee.

After only a few steps to test my limbs, pleased to see they're all functioning, he swoops in again, this time ignoring my thwacking him on his stupid, thick neck as he carries me back to the hot spring.

I don't tell him that it's making my chest feel weird... cherished, maybe?

No need to tell him I like it. Or that the warm water feels amazing, and so do his arms around me.

Then he's cramming food and water in my mouth again until I have to hold both hands over my face to signal just how serious I am that I can't fit anything else in my stomach.

After I'm sure he's done trying to dote me to death, I clear my throat, then speak. "I will definitely kill every genali I see, with no plans to stop, but I do like the nanites."

Drasuk's laugh is muted, and I turn to face him, pleased that the dizziness has passed, and my head is clear.

There's a look on his face and a cant to his spikes I've never seen before.

"Forgive me, Kira."

My forehead wrinkles. "For what? Arrogance? It's permanent, Drasuk. I accepted that."

"No. I could have ended my fight sooner, but I let revenge put you at risk. I will never do it again."

I snort out my disbelief. "I wouldn't have changed anything. He was on me too fast. Did you make Xar'Ar'ax pay?"

"Yes. He realized in that last moment how far he had fallen and how weak it made him in the end."

"Fornicate yes, Drasuk. Wait. Why are we speaking Drakonid?"

When I look up at him, then glance to his spines I can tell he is still wallowing in his misplaced guilt, so I just give him what he wants.

"I forgive you," I tell him, still speaking his stupid language just to show him how much I mean it.

An itching, throbbing sensation in my lower back tries its best to distract me from my goal, but I ignore it. "Now that we have that out of the way, you are going to show me your cock so I know what we're working with here."

He lets out choking laugh, not prepared for my raging libido. "You almost died, Kira. It can wait."

I switch to speaking Manticorid, the sharp pain worth it so I can properly curse. "Fuck that, Drasuk. I have magic robots. I'm fine. What might kill me is not having you inside of me."

His spines quiver. "Well, when you say it that way."

"Ha. So, I can, indeed, speak clearly. You liar."

I plan to keep talking until he gives in, but then I see the hungry look in his eyes.

My suit recedes with a simple thought.

"Fuck, yes. Drasuk. Whatever you are thinking, do it."

Apparently, it involves spinning me in the water until I'm up against his chest, pinning my body to him with his tail, and cupping my breasts in his hands. He's not as gentle as he was in the cave, though I can tell he is still being careful with me.

Still, there is a possessiveness now that wasn't there before. Every squeeze of my breast brings a deeper and deeper moan because every one of them stakes his claim. Normally, that would have me running away, but I'm over it.

It's time to recognize that I don't want him to leave. That his bossy, taunting presence pushed me out of a deep loneliness I forced upon myself. We have already risked our lives and will keep doing so.

I'll risk the pain of loss in the future to avoid mourning the loss of this bond right now. Something I never thought I would agree to.

It feels right. And so, I simply tilt my head back over his shoulder and bare my neck at him, embodying that surrender.

As I suspected, he knows exactly what it means, and a rock-crushing grumble of satisfaction vibrates against me.

"Mine and only mine?" he asks.

"Yes."

He responds by closing those scary teeth over my shoulder and moving one of his possessive hands down from my breast to between my legs.

I shiver, the danger of his claws making it a heady experience, but as I knew he would, he doesn't harm me. Instead, he positions his opposing digits so the thick pad of one of them is placing steady pressure on my clit.

I let out a moan, then continue to let him know with my inarticulate cries what feels the best.

As with everything, he is a quick study. I'm cresting higher and higher, the feel of his sharp teeth against my protective hide and scales making me pant. His other hand is flicking gently against each nipple in a steady, alternating pattern.

My stomach clenches and I let out a cry, going limp in his hold. He responds by lifting us up and out of the water, placing me gently on my back, and then greedily pushing his large head between my legs.

His spines scrape against my thighs, sending jolts of pleasure up to my core.

A moment later, his long tongue is diving into my channel, which is still pulsing. A few moments of it flicking at my terminus and I am thrashing and moaning out from my second orgasm.

He pulls back and speaks, his voice concerned. "You are too small for me, Kira."

It's annoying to have to think about anything right now, but I do, and the question seems obvious. "Are you any bigger than a manticorid?"

"You don't need to know—"

"Stop being jealous. I mean that if Ree and Thivoll work, then we would, too."

He blinks, his amber eyes gaining back his hunger. "I see your point."

Thankfully, he doesn't continue the conversation, and his tongue is right back inside me. He has impressive control over it and learns just as quickly where the spots are inside that drive me wild, the sensation of the forked tip something I never imagined.

It's ruined me for anything else. Good thing he's all I need.

Well, once he gets around to showing me his equipment.

"I want to see where you are hiding this supposedly massive cock."

He gets revenge for my sass by writhing his tongue around, pulling another keening cry of pleasure from me as my limbs are taken over by a surge of pleasure.

When I come back to myself, he has tipped himself back and I watch in fascination as the long segmented skin along his belly parts and a glistening, royal blue member slides out. Standing proudly and twitching under my gaze.

My mouth drops open. He can be as arrogant as he wants about that beautiful thing.

It's oval shaped, instead of round, with nodules running along it in a swirling pattern, begging to be explored.

He starts to tip forward and I hold a hand up. "No way. Stay there."

I almost feel bad when his spines shift to confusion and embarrassment, but he'll figure out my plan soon enough.

I crawl forward, eager to touch him and find out how he tastes. He takes a breath, probably to ask me what the hell I am doing, but I'm too fast for him.

I take him firmly in both hands, pleased with the silken texture, as I fold my legs under me, then take a long lick from his base to his tip.

He lets out the most glorious sound. A mix of pain and rumbling of rocks and it spurs me on. I quickly find my rhythm, enjoying the tangy taste of him, the softness that glides over the nodule structure underneath.

The head of it continues down much farther than I would expect, and my tongue runs along the interesting ridge about a third of the way down as I ponder why it is there.

I don't get to think much longer because Drasuk barks out a command. "On your knees."

I resist the urge to balk at being ordered around, then move into position, my heart pounding in anticipation.

I'm not sure this is going to work, but if someone else can do it, then I can do it even better.

I moan when he grabs my hips, rough skin rubbing against my own tough hide. I was concerned it would lower my sensation, but somehow I can still feel each glide of his hands and the slight pinch of his claws.

Then I feel his wet touch at my entrance and my attention narrows to that slow, continued pressure. My body makes yet another handy transformation to allow him access, and I am loving every inch he gains.