Chapter 18

18

Drak

An-nana needs many moments to change from her wet clothes into dry ones, but I do not mind. I am content to sit outside of the ship, guarding her from anyone or anything who may intend her harm. She could take hours, and I would not complain. Waiting around could never dwindle the joy of this day.

My pretty little hu-nim has decided to be my mate. There was a time not long ago when the very idea of An-nana warming to me felt impossible. I enjoyed her company all the same, but I find myself partial to the side of the female who wishes to have me as her male. Her kisses alone make me feel as if I am as powerful as The Mother . And no one is as powerful as the Aprixian Goddess.

I do wish An-nana did not tell me that she plans to show me something, though. It is very exhausting to think about. It is as if I can not pull my mind from the topic. I know it has something to do with mating—at least, I am mostly sure. We were discussing the topic when she brought up the hand-job. But she says she wishes to move slow in our mating, so I can not be certain.

Either way, my body is buzzing with anticipation.

Also, I am glad that An-nana wished to share words with me on our walk. I did not have to worry about what she might say on the ship for the whole journey. Instead, she opened herself up with honesty and spoke plainly to me. It was the most overwhelming lovely experience, just hearing how her mind functions around the topic of me. She is regretful for being sharp with me in the past, but I do not wish her to be.

Her strong and guarded ways are part of what drew me to her. I am glad that she shot me with her hu-nim weapon before another one of the females caught my attention. An-nana is the perfect match for me, and I would be unhappy with any other.

An-nana's kisses taste like sunshine but any others would taste of poison.

"All set," my Mean One announces, and my heart begins to hammer again.

Merely the thought of being able to see her has me breathing heavier. My soul seed is a fool, and I will remain firm in this until it glows for her.

Steadying myself, I climb up to my side of the ship, opening my door and gliding inside. I swallow hard, noticing that An-nana has moved the retractable center controls into the floor, turning our two seats into a large bench that she makes appear huge.

I nearly lose my composure when I see the tiny shorts my mate has chosen to sleep in. They are white and covered in small illustrations of red hu-nim fruit. The fabric hardly covers her skin at all, exposing her pale, toned thighs.

"You are trying to kill me again, I see," I croak, eyes firmly between her legs where the shorts end, hiding her cunt from me.

An-nana breathes out, drawing my gaze to her flushed cheeks. "Like them?"

"More than you know," I husk out, shifting as my cock grows uncomfortably hard between my legs. I changed into a dry pair of pants outside, but perhaps I should have picked a loser pair.

Surprising me, An-nana scooches closer, reaching out to caress my bare chest. Her eyes grow hungry, dragging down my muscular stomach to where my cock is throbbing against my clothing, trying to escape.

"It'll be easy to show you what a hand-job is," she purrs, licking her lips. "Since you're so hard already."

I suck in a breath, hardly believing my ears. "This is something you do to me ?"

"Oh yeah," An-nana agrees, drawing her fingers up and down my abdominals. "I'm going to take your cock out, Drak. Do you trust me?"

I groan, tightening my hands into fists to keep myself from spilling in my pants before she even touches my cock. "I trust you, my mate. Anything you wish to do to me, I am yours."

My Mean One's eyes flare with excitement. "Don't say anything , babe, you don't want to give me any ideas."

Babe. She has given me a nickname as I have given one to her.

An-nana's small hands begin unfastening my belt, and my body practically radiates with need for her. It is tortuous and glorious all the same.

"You look like you're going to come as soon as I touch you," she teases, discarding my belt and reaching for the hem of my pants.

"I might," I warn honestly. "No one has ever made me feel this level of… I cannot even describe it."

Spurred on by my words, An-nana crushes her mouth to mine, kissing me hard while she drags my pants to the ground in front of us. My cock springs up, relief washing over me as the painfully hard appendage becomes free.

Her wide eyes take in the sight of me, and I become nervous. "Is it to your liking? It is not too… odd?" I do not know what hu-nim cocks look like, but perhaps I am frightening to her. She witnessed me in the water before, but that was not as close of a look.

"It's not odd at all," she rasps, her eyes becoming heated rather than surprised. "You're just huge."

I grin, liking the sound of that.

"I'm going to stroke your cock with my hands," she informs me, nipping at my lips with her blunt little teeth. "Do you fuck your hand, Drak? Do you know how you like it?"

Blood rushes to my face, and I feel like a blushing hu-nim as I admit, "I did not used to. But since meeting you, I can not seem to help it. You make me ache, An-nana."

Without further warning, her hand surrounds my length. Although her fingers do not meet her thumb on the other side as there is too much girth for her to hold, it is the best thing to happen to my cock in all of my life.

"You jerk off thinking about me then, do you?" she taunts, squeezing my shaft harder and pumping her fist up and down once. "How often?"

I hiss, body jerking as a second hand joins her first. She strokes my cock another time, expecting my answer. "I tried to resist at first," I promise her. "Do not be mad at me, Mean One. My cock has never wept so greatly for another."

An-nana does not tease me with one stroke at a time now, no, she forms a rhythm and begins to work her hands in delicious ways that have my mind going foggy. Her lips press into the hot skin of my throat, slowly working up to my ear. When her breath touches me there, chills consume me.

"I'm not mad at you," she whispers, catching the corner of my jaw with her teeth. "How can I be mad when the last time I made myself come all over my fingers, it was your stubbornly handsome face in my head and your name I was crying out into my pillows."

Oh frek.

" An-nana ," I growl, head falling back against my seat.

Her alluring words and her skillful hands do something to me that I cannot fight off. My balls draw up, cock pumping into her hand as my cum sputters from the tip. Ropes of my release spill all over my chest and stomach, painting An-nana's hands in the process. My ears whoosh with the sound of my racing heart, and I pant, attempting to regain my breath properly.

"Fucking hell, do you always have this much cum?"

I can not get my mouth to operate, so I muster what strength I have remaining and shake my head.

"Mmm," she hums happily. "This is all because of me, then?"

"Yes," I rasp, still reeling from the wave of pleasure.

I think I am losing my mind as I watch her fingers begin to play with the spill on my chest.

Her lips touch the shell of my ear. "Do you think you can do it again?"

I believe I may have died and this is my afterlife reward. I see no other explanation for the angel practically in my lap, her fingers playing with my cum.

"I want to do the same to you," I reply, wanting nothing more than to bury my face between her legs. To taste my mate's cunt.

An-nana shakes her head from side to side, but there is still desire in her eyes. "No touching me tonight, my eager chosen mate. I want to see you come again. You're still hard as stone."

How could I deny her such a thing?

"I can do it again," I confess. "But I do not wish to be selfish."

"Oh, babe," she says, clicking her tongue at me. "I want this. Do you have any idea how good it feels to be the reason you lose your mind? Making you come with just my hands? I fucking love it."

"You do?" I ask, amazed by this confession.

"Mhm," she hums her agreement. "So, how about I give you another orgasm, and we'll talk about you touching me more tomorrow, hm? It's getting late and we still have a search to execute, don't we?"

Even though I would die to feast on her, I am also starved for her touch, so I do not deny her. I do not think I could deny her even if I wanted to.

At my shaky nod, her slippery hands wrap around me once more. This time, she teases me longer, exploring my sack and twirling her cum-covered fingers around my tip. When I lose my ability to hold back, it is because of her words again.

"Wait until I show you how much better this feels when I add my mouth into the mix, my big sexy mate."

Even though I come until the point of pure exhaustion, I feel as though her declaration will have my cock achingly hard again in no time.