57. Drasuk

57

Drasuk

I can tell she just made some sort of important realization, and I hold myself still, pushing back the need to ask.

Or worse, the need to draw her attention back to me.

Not that I don't like it, but only the weak demand a female tuck in her tail and wings instead of taking up all the space she needs. Deserves.

It's enthralling to see her independence. Her aggression and fire. The pleasure of it shivers along my hide.

I especially love when she looks at me like she is right now, her expression shifting from introspective to voracious. It has my cock throbbing and pushing out again in mere moments. I move a hand to lift her, but she smacks it away.

"Overbearing Drasuk can play another time. It's my turn," she barks out at me.

I trample my answering aggression and need to display my dominance before it can rise to her challenge, intrigued to see what she has planned.

She wriggles down, I assume to return to our fun from earlier, but confuses me when she just keeps moving. Then her mouth is on me, taking me back to the brief touches of her small pink tongue I allowed before almost losing control of my seed at the hot spring.

I let out a hiss when she takes me in a firm grip, then a groan when she drags her tongue all the way up the length of me, swirling it along each of eddy of my nodules until I can't breathe. I barely hold back when her hot mouth opens and sucks on the tip, entering a trance as she alternates her movements to drive me toward release.

I try to pull her up to me with my tail, to ensure she gets her own pleasure before I lose control, but she growls at me.

"I want your seed all over me, Drasuk."

My forehead spines shift in shock. No female would ever agree to such a waste. It would mean extending the breeding contact.

Then I remember that she's not a drak and I'm even more thankful she's human. Small, fierce, and all mine.

Then she's back to sucking on me, her hands twisting along my member in the most delicious slide, ever increasing in speed. The vibrations of her moans are making me pant.

My head falls back, my neck no longer capable of holding it, my eyes shut tight as I feel the build of pressure right under where she is moving her dexterous, glorious hands.

It only takes a scrape of her teeth against my already swelling head to make me lose control. I manage to make my head lift just in time to see her position herself over me, so my seed pumps between the globes of her chest.

Then I lay there, dazed, as she wipes it across her breasts with one hand, then down her stomach. Her other hand is exploring the rapidly swelling expanse of my knot, while she bites her lips.

I never knew something so erotic and pleasurable even existed as an option, not that I've done much in the way of research.

I am very glad I didn't, since it would have taken away the satisfaction of such a pleasurable discovery. And the opportunity to see that look on her face. The one telling me just how superior she is feeling right now that she was the one who introduced me.

She earned that look of pride.

"I have no words, little Kira."

"Never," she retorts with a laugh. "I don't believe it."

I start to speak, proving the truth of her words, but a new color at the end of her now much longer blue tail catches my eye and the words die on my tongue.

"Huh," she comments. "I guess you are."

After a beat, she realizes I'm staring at her newly grown manticorid venom spike, and she follows my gaze.

"Is that—?

"Yes," I breath out, my chest filled with an altogether unpleasant sensation.

Envy.

I grumble out a wordless complaint, then concede that she needs it more than I do. "The most feared substance in the known universe, Kira."

She lets out a screaming cry I, after a moment of thinking she is terrified, realize is actually a reflection of how excited she is. Next, she's hugging it, petting the fur at the end like it's the pet we keep teasing about.

Now I'm doubly jealous and another grumble rises, this one echoing off the stone walls.

"Oh, be quiet, Mister Grumpy Pants. Get your own venom. Oh, wait. You can't."

Once she gets her laughter back under control and sees my mock death stare and it sets off more of her cackles, I join her.

She wipes the tears from her face, and I roll my eyes. After a moment of disgust that I've picked up another form of Kira communication, I decide to offer the compliment she deserves.

"Beautiful and deadly. The perfect pet, after all."

She chuckles. "I'm glad to know you aren't so choked up on your pride that you can admit to my fucking amazing utility. Now I will do an even better job, which has already been stellar, at protecting you with venom."

I raise my forehead spines, intrigued by her boldness. "I seem to recall saving your life on more than one occasion."

She smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And I seem to recall you needing my help just as often. Face it, Drasuk, we're stuck with each other. Might as well make the best of it."

"Stuck with you? That's a terrifying thought," I reply, my tone teasing. "I might just prefer the company of the predators out there."

"Is that so?" she shoots back, a playful challenge in her voice. "Well, I'm sure they'd love to have a bite of your tough hide. But you know what? I think you secretly enjoy our little partnership. You'd be lost without me."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Enjoy? Maybe. But lost? Hardly. I've survived far worse than this. And let's not forget, I'm the one keeping you safe."

She rolls her eyes, but she's grinning now. "Yeah, yeah, big tough drakonid protecting the fragile human. Got it. But let's not pretend you don't appreciate having someone around who can think on their feet."

I can't help but acknowledge the truth in her words.

Despite her size and species, Kira has proven herself to be resourceful and quick-witted. She's not just a burden; she's an asset.

And every part of her has been claimed as mine.

My spines shift to betray my pleasure at this thought, but I go back to needling her. "Don't let it increase your already overweening confidence so large you can't walk anymore."

She grins, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Too late. My head's already pretty big, thanks to you."

She turns serious, her gaze reflecting rare vulnerability. "I'm not like other women, Drasuk."

"I assume they speak more directly."

"Shut up. I'm being serious. I might never settle down or have kits."

Her lips quirk, then she goes on. "I like how translations in Manticorid assume you will be having kittens. But, seriously, I want to be stuck with you, but I'm not sure you want to be stuck with me."

I let out a rumble of displeasure at how she is speaking about herself. "You are perfect. Like a Maj'Ra female, except one I can hold at night. What we have is enough. Far more than I ever thought I would have. More than I could have ever dreamed."

Her eyes glimmer. "I love being stuck with you."

It's a strange concept, love, but I've decided I am willing to be an outlier. The drak everyone speaks about in whispers or in booming taunts.

"I love it, too," I tell her. "And you. I love you."

"Hold on, now. There's room for something else inside that lizard brain for something besides arrogance?"

I narrow my eyes and let her know with my spines that I expect a better response than that. Some day I'm going to have to ask what a lizard is, but I haven't yet been desperate enough broach the topic.

"What, you expect me to say it too? And sound like just as much of a fool?" she asks.

She lets go of her thunderous look and dissolves into laughter. "Alright," she says, her face looking as soft and sincere as I have ever seen it.

"I love you, Drasuk. You are the only one in the universe who could handle me. You take my fire and fill up something inside that I thought I didn't need. I'm glad you found me."

"I love heat," I rumble at her. "Burn bright, little one."

I pull her against me as she does the same and we both let out sighs of contentment.

I can't leave it at that, of course. "You'll have to be an inferno to try to match me."

She snorts out a breath and whacks me with her tail, for the first time making me hold my breath in fear that her spike might penetrate.

That would be highly unpleasant, even if it isn't deadly.

"I repeat," she deadpans. "How do you fit that enormous amount of arrogance in such a small brain?"

It seems like this conversation might need to end in violence. "We never did have that wrestling match," I point out.

She lets out a choking laugh. "Oh, it is on."

"Didn't we just do that? Twice. But I can do it again."

"No, that was getting it in."

"You said 'getting it on' meant the same as sex."

"Not in this context, Drasuk, and I didn't use those exact words. I said 'it is on.' Now it means I am going to crush you in mock battle."

"You aren't ever going to speak clearly, are you?"

Her lips pull back, showing her blunt teeth and her eyes narrow. Her face looks almost... evil.

"What would be the fun in that?"