52. Chapter 52

Chapter 52

The greenhouse or a love shack by another name.

Zoltilvoxfyn lay beneath me, a gentle smile on his lips. We’d napped before spending a lazy day in bed filled with cuddling, dozing, snacking, and Star Trek . As darkness started to descend, I’d asked to go outside to the terrace. Fyn, being Fyn, had been worried about me getting sore, so he’d gathered up blankets and pillows aplenty, making a comfortable nest for me.

I started out looking at the stars above me, but now need pulsed deep in my gut. I wanted him inside of me, claiming me. In anticipation of this hopeful outcome, I’d snuck some lube into the mass of items Fyn had carried down. I rubbed my forehead on his, and my floral fragrance flooded my nostrils. Fyn massaged my sides, making even more of my scent fill the air.

“I want you,” I muttered, trailing soft kisses over his face. I dragged a finger down his chest, stroking his stomach before seizing the hem of his shirt and tugging it up. Fyn lifted his arms, allowing me to strip him. I didn’t stop there and quickly pulled off his shoes and pants.

Finally having him bare beneath me, I grabbed his shaft. Fyn gasped, hips arching to follow my movement as I shuttled up and down his steadily hardening cock. When he was fully erect, I slid one of my fingers through the ring in his cock and played with it. He grunted, hips rutting.

“Permissions,” he ground out as I pumped him, careful not to squeeze too hard. I was much stronger now and still not used to it. I’d injured him multiple times, and I felt hella guilty for each one.

I kissed his neck. “You know I don’t top. I like to be fucked, hard, but this body will not take it right now. I love to be tied up. And I love being spanked, or well, I assume I still do. That’s the extent of impact play I like, though. I don’t mind biting or nipping, but no blood. You can touch me whenever or wherever you want, even in front of people, especially in front of people. I love it when you touch me, but sometimes it overloads me, so please be patient. I love fucking when I know people can possibly see me, but I don’t share. I don’t want anyone else to fuck me or for you to fuck anyone else.”

“I’m all for hard fucking, but you need to heal first,” he said. “And of course, we will not fuck anyone else. We’re mates.”

I’d forgotten; drakcol didn’t do polyamory, sharing, or consensual cheating. They had nothing against any of it, but they mated once. That, and they were possessive, which suited me fine.

“What do you like?” I asked.

“You.”

I grinned. “Seriously?”

He said, “I don’t mind tying you up, but I have no interest in being tied up. I would enjoy spanking you, but it’s not something I enjoy for myself. I like having sex in the tub, so eventually, I would like to try it with you. I do enjoy light pain.”

I sharply tugged on the ring in his cock, and Fyn moaned, a bead of pre-cum sliding down his shaft. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“I don’t enjoy tasting my seed, but I am more than happy to drink yours.”

So no cum swapping. I could live with that. I paused. Wait a fucking second. “You’ve tasted yourself in front of me, Fyn.”

His eyes skirted to the side, hiding from me, as he commented, “I didn’t want to disappoint you. You couldn’t taste me then.”

I swallowed a sigh. Permissions were a drakcol thing and he’d crossed one of his limits. I realized something as I stared at my mate—he struggled to put himself first, especially if he thought I would be disappointed. I didn’t know if it was him, his depression, or something else entirely, but Fyn had a hard time saying what he needed, like he wasn’t worthy of anything.

“I wouldn’t have been mad, Sunshine. I don’t like you doing things that upset you.”

“I understand,” he said.

I very much doubted that, but this wasn’t something that I could fix with a few pretty words. This was going to take time, and we had as much as we wanted. And I would wait patiently. By his own words, Fyn didn’t like to speak about his depression, though he had nothing to be ashamed of. One day, though, I trusted he would feel comfortable enough to talk to me, and I would be here, arms open. Until then, I would meet my mate where he was at, showing him just how much I loved him, and how valuable he was.

I asked, “Anything else?”

“I am utterly desperate to fuck you among my flowers right now.”

“Then fuck me, so everyone can see who I belong to.”

His eyes darkened, and more pre-cum slid down his shaft. I stood, with his help, and lifted my arms. His lips quirked, but he complied, slowly undressing me. He took his time, fingers dragging over my scales as his possessive eyes roved over me.

I took his hand, kissing his knuckles. Fyn snagged the blanket and some pillows. He shook his head when I held up a container of lube, grinning, but he took it from me. Fyn didn’t fight me as I led him to the greenhouse, both of us naked. It was dark outside and people were unlikely to see us, but the thought of someone catching us butt-naked, cocks hard, in the garden made my dick harder than ever. I slowed my steps to a snail’s pace, almost hoping someone would.

We stepped into his greenhouse that would offer us a semblance of privacy, and I moved to kiss him, bending slightly, and captured his mouth. A groan broke free at the contact. His tongue swiped at my lips, and I opened for him, both of us too impatient to drag this out. His burning hot tongue wrapped around mine, and I moaned at the scratch of his scales.

His hands slid down my sides, teasing where the scent glands were, before gripping my ass, kneading and separating my cheeks. One of his hands pulled back, and he slapped the fatty part of my ass, making me jolt from the sting.

“Like that?” Fyn asked.

“Harder.”

He smacked me again, much harder, and I growled, cock twitching in need, before he went back to kneading my cheeks. Fyn attacked my mouth, rubbing his cock on my thigh, as he occasionally spanked me. My thoughts whirled, arousal clouding me.

My tail lashed suddenly, smacking into the metal leg of one of the tables with Fyn’s many plants. I jerked back, breath jagged.

“We don’t have to, Mate.”

“It’s not that.” It was the fucking table. My cock was so hard, it hurt. I needed relief. I needed him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lips pursing, I ordered, “Lay down.”

He complied, though he took a minute to arrange the pillows and blankets into a comfortable nest. His cock was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I swallowed as the bead landed on his taut stomach. Carefully, I lowered to my knees. I stroked his thighs, and Fyn spread them further apart with a groan.

This wasn’t going to be the most energetic fuck I’d ever had, but I had to make it good for Fyn. And I needed this. I needed to feel like this was my body, like this was my life, not one I’d stolen. I needed to belong to Fyn, and to know in turn that he belonged to me.

“My Caleb,” he said, “it’s alright if you can’t.”

I licked the head of his cock, making him snarl, and groaned at the sweet taste. “You taste amazing. How do you taste this good? I can’t get over it.”

I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, relishing him on my tongue. Fyn fisted my hair, though he was careful not to pull too hard on the strands or shove me down onto his cock, but part of me liked the idea of him impaling me on his cock as he used my mouth. Later. We would try that another time.

I slid my hands up his thighs, spreading them even wider to circle his hole. Sunshine sharply inhaled. “Caleb, my Mate. That feels so good.”

I took him as deeply as I could manage before sucking up and pulling on his ring with my teeth.

Fyn panted, arching beneath me. “Caleb.” His thumb stroked my chin as I sucked on his cock, fingers cupping his heavy balls. My cock bounced between my legs as I increased the speed, cheeks hollow with the force I was exerting. I took him all the way into my mouth and fought back a gag, but I swallowed, focusing on breathing through my nose. When my throat relaxed around him, I moaned.

He filled me perfectly.

“Mate,” he growled. I looked up at him and whimpered; he was playing with the golden ring in one of his nipples. Pulling, tugging, teasing, he worked the nub, shaking. It was so fucking hot.

I swallowed again, squeezing his balls. Hollowing my cheeks, I went for the kill, ready to make him fall apart beneath my tongue.

Fyn caught my chin and forced me up and off of him.

“What?” I asked, breath harsh. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, Caleb. I want to come inside you.”

Heat barreled down my spine as my cock twitched, pre-cum escaping the slit. Zoltilvoxfyn sat up and helped me lay down, shoving a pillow under my ass to help support my back, before his lips found mine. He kissed my mouth open and his tongue thrust inside, fucking me. I moaned, sucking on him.

“I’ll be careful,” Fyn whispered, kissing my jaw. “If I hurt you or you need to change positions, tell me.”

When I didn’t reply, he nipped me, making a sharp sting bloom on my chin. “Yes, Sunshine.”

He kissed down my neck to my chest, tongue tasting me. He sucked on one of my nipples, laving the sensitive nub, and I jerked as electricity shot straight down to my cock. He sucked and nibbled, making me writhe.

I grimaced, and he stopped. “Are you well?”

“Keep going.” God, this was going to be the most basic fuck in the history of fucking, but I hurt too bad to do anything. Despite it all, I was desperate for him. I swallowed as tears started to gather, making me bite back a swear. I wanted it to be good for Fyn, and I couldn’t do anything. This wasn’t me or my body.

What was I doing?

Fyn stopped, chin resting on me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He bit my stomach, and I groaned at the sharp sting. He licked the same spot soothing it away. “Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“Not being able to do anything. It’s pathetic that I can barely please you.”

His brow furrowed. “Caleb, I love you, and I’m not wishing for more nor am I disappointed. Stop fretting.” He kissed my stomach, tongue circling my navel. “This body is all yours, and I love it.” His lips moved over the scars on my waist, tongue darting out to taste my skin.

I groaned. The skin beneath my scales was beyond sensitive. I panted, fisting his silky hair as pre-cum leaked from my slit and dripped onto my stomach.

“I love everything about this body. It’s you, Caleb. Every part is you.”

I swallowed. Was it?

He kissed each of my fingers. “Your perfect hands.” Then he moved up my arm to my shoulders. “Your broad shoulders.” His lips whispered down to one of my wings that spread out as much as it could. “Your glorious wings.” He kept kissing and naming each part of my body. Tears slid down my cheeks. He lapped up the liquid before kissing my lips. “I love you, my Caleb, and this body is yours. I don’t need or want more than you can comfortably give.”

“I love you.”

“Let me love you.”

Zoltilvoxfyn kissed his way down to my weeping cock and rubbed the tip on his cheek, making my breath harshen. “Can we try?”

We had in the past, and it overwhelmed me to have Fyn’s mouth on me, but I wanted it. I wanted everything. I nodded, but he waited until I said, “Yes. Yes, Sunshine. I need you.”

He didn’t waste any time and sucked me into his mouth. I cried at the wet heat, hips arching, which made my spine creak.

Hand on my hip, he kept me in place as he sucked me down to the root. His tongue worked the underside of my cock as he bobbed up and down. When he slid up, his scaled tongue circled my crown, and I swallowed at the erotic sight. His lips wrapped around me again, and I couldn’t pull my eyes off my mate, slurping me down until my head hit the back of his throat.

Each swipe of his tongue drove me toward the edge. My wings stretched out as far as possible, hitting the tables, and my tail strangled his wrist. His name was on my lips with every breath.

When he sucked off me, I protested. He nipped the head of my cock, making me whimper. More pre-cum oozed out and my balls hugged the base of my shaft.

“More,” I demanded. “I need more.”

“Soon.” He opened my legs, and I spread them as far as possible without straining myself. He licked my balls, and I groaned, hand going to his hair. He spread my cheeks, thumbs keeping me open, and with a flattened tongue, he licked my opening. My hole twitched, and my jaw clenched as a strangled noise ripped out of my throat. Fyn blew on my now wet hole, and I shrieked, gripping his hair in a stranglehold.

“You are going to bring someone with all your noise,” he muttered.

The thought of someone seeing Zoltilvoxfyn eating me out, made me whimper. I lifted my legs, drawing my knees up. I held the backs of my thighs, opening myself up for him. The thought of someone seeing how my mate made me scream and come for him turned me on. I wanted someone to stare, wide-eyed, as Fyn claimed my ass with his mouth, then with his cock.

“Please,” I begged.

He licked my rim. “Are you desperate for me?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?”

I moaned. “I am. Please. Fuck me. I need it. I need you.”

Zoltilvoxfyn returned to licking me over and over again. Each one made pleasure build and stole moans from my lips. His tongue prodded my hole and slipped inside. I tried to wiggle downward to get him in deeper, but the movement sparked something in my spine.

“Let me do the work, Mate.” His mouth returned to my hole, tongue prodding my ass. He slipped inside, fucking me as deep as he could. I lowered one of my legs to his shoulder so I could grab my cock, pumping it. My balls tightened even further, and my breath turned jagged with need.

“Fyn,” I begged. I was getting close. He grabbed the container of lube, then slung my other thigh onto his shoulder. “What about your claws?” I asked breathlessly.

“They will not hurt you. Trust me.”

“I do.”

He slicked his fingers up, and I braced myself for the burn as he prodded the tight pucker of my ass, but it slid in with little resistance. I blinked. Was it supposed to be like that? As a human, I remembered some discomfort. He thrust his finger in and out a couple of times before adding a second. There was a moment of stretch before it faded on waves of bliss and pleasure.

My head leaned back as I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh, then licked the crease of my groin. “I won’t. It will not take much to prime you.”

A third finger joined the others, and I swore, fisting the blanket. He spread me, sliding in and out of my desperate hole and drawing whimpers from my lips. It was so good. I could not believe how good it was.

“Please, Sunshine. I need your cock. I can’t wait.”

His fingers retreated, and I couldn’t stop the desperate whine that came out of my lips. Fyn handed me the lube, panting. “Why don’t you ride me?”

Keeping my back straight was easier.

Fyn helped me up, then he lay back, I scooped up some lube and slicked it over his thick cock, shaking. I breathed, trying to calm down so I didn’t explode the second he was inside of me. When his cock was nice and shiny, I settled on his lap. Lifting on my knees, I reached back and guided his cock toward my hole. I slid down, unable to stop the moan of pleasure that ripped out of my throat. He was stretching me perfectly, and I had zero problem taking him in deep.

“Fyn,” I whimpered. “You’re so perfect, so utterly perfect. I’ve never felt this good.”

Clutching my hip, he grunted as he rocked up. I cried, head going back. His scales scraped on my walls as he stretched me while his piercing hit something deep within me that had me seeing stars.

“You’re so warm, Caleb.”

I squeezed, and he shivered.

“ Ungh .” Fyn moaned beneath me as he planted his feet wide and thrust up into me. “So tight.”

I clutched his shoulders and slid down on him until my ass landed on him. Our rhythm was slow and steady, each thrust bringing me closer to release.

Panting, I claimed his mouth, shoving my tongue between his lips, desperate for him. He groaned into my mouth, rutting into me. For the first time since I’d awoken in this body, it felt like mine.

My cock turned to steel, pre-cum leaking out and smearing all over our stomachs. The scrape of his scales was enough friction for my cock; that and Fyn kept hitting that spot deep within me. Both had my orgasm barreling down my spine. Everything tightened as I whined his name.

My whimpers and his growls filled the hot air of the greenhouse. I bounced on his cock, chasing my growing pleasure. My hole clenched as my balls scrunched up tight. I moaned. I was going to come. I tried to contain it because I wasn’t ready for this to end, but I couldn’t.

“I’m coming,” I ground out.

“Let me see it, Mate.”

He gripped my hips and pounded up into me, going faster and harder. I rode his cock, barely noticing the jarring movement as my orgasm built to extreme heights. I crashed over the edge with a howl against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders, claws pricking him. White noise filled my ears as everything clenched in painful pleasure.

My ass squeezed Fyn’s cock, and he snarled, fingers digging into my hips, as he continued to fuck me. One, two, three more thrusts, then his cock jerked and flooded my insides with molten heat.

When the blinding pleasure dimmed, I sagged on his chest, panting. My heart thudded and my muscles trembled. Fyn stroked my back, his cock softening inside me. He did not pull out, and there was no discomfort nor did I need him to slide out. I did remember as a human, I hadn’t liked my partners to stay inside of me afterward; it had been uncomfortable. Some dudes liked that full feeling outside of sex, but I hadn’t.

Drakcol were apparently different.

I rubbed my face on him. “I love you.”

“And I you.”

I nuzzled his neck, cheek, and everywhere I could reach, needing it in a way I didn’t understand.

“I am yours, my Caleb. You may scent mark me as much as you like, but I am yours.”

“Can I?” Unable to stop myself, I kept rubbing my forehead on him and pulling his hands to my sides, relaxing with each breath. My wings spread over him and my tail hung loosely over his legs.

“Yes.”

I took him at his word and continued to claim him. He was fucking mine after all.

His fingers traced my spine, claws scraping my scales. “Are you feeling better?”

“I feel more like me.”

“You are you.” He kissed my temple. “We need to be honest with each other. This is going to be an odd transition, my Caleb, but we can get through it.”

“We can.” I took a deep breath and snuggled against my mate’s chest. We could get through this; we could get through anything.