Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

I was glad she was walking behind me, so she wouldn’t feel my dick rising up to grope her. I could hardly blame it though—its instincts were good, and it’d finally led me to the right girl.

Once we were inside her bedroom, I turned to pick her up and toss her gently on the bed. She squealed and then laughed, kicking off her shoes as she bounced, reaching her arms out for me.

“Yeah?” I teased, unlatching my kilt, thrilled to see her so eager. “You’re not scared of this big, horny monster who wants to eat you?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Not as long as he wants to eat the right parts,” she said, reaching down to unzip her jeans.

I helped her pull them off quickly, then lay down, trusting her to manage her own shirt and bra. Instead, I nuzzled the space between her thighs, running my nose up and down the shiny silk that protected her pussy from me, inundating myself with her scent, before letting my lips reach forward to pull her underwear off of her, so that I could take a careful bite.

It took two bites though for her to realize precisely what it was that I was doing.

“Ace! You aren’t!” she gasped, as I chewed the fabric lucky enough to be drenched by her juices and swallowed it.

“I am.”

“Oh my God!” she shouted, and then rocked back, laughing, her head in her hands, as I started licking her newly revealed pussy. She switched gears quickly though. “That’s so good,” she said, with a moan, reaching down to run her fingers through the patch of shaggier fur I had between my horns on my head.

I tilted my head side to side, hoping she’d get the hint, and she did, grabbing hold of my horns.

“You like that?” she wondered.

I nodded into her cunt, started pushing my tongue in, and her walls came for me at once, already excited, primed by the fact I’d given her pleasure every other single time.

Her body knew what she needed—and so did I.

“Oh yeah, Ace,” she breathed, beginning to arch her hips up. I caught them with my hands to support her, and she tossed her feet over my shoulders, letting her knees fall wide, leaving her totally exposed. She held onto my horns with one hand and used the other to pull at her nipples and for some reason that gesture in particular left me panting—so I rose up from between her legs to tell her so.

“Keep doing that,” I said, then added, “please.”

“Hmm?” she asked, looking down the plane between her breasts at me and giving me a conquering smile. “This?” she asked, pulling her nipples up, then dropping her full breasts, making them bounce and jiggle.

The sight of it made stupid primal shit rise up inside me—thoughts I didn’t want about how those breasts were not only mine but that someday I would share them with a baby.

I was mammalian, after all.

Then she licked her fingers, before pulling her nipples into tiny peaks in front of me, and I just about died.

“Come help me, Ace,” she said, with a helplessness that I knew was all for show. “My period’s coming, they feel all full and achy.”

I rose over her the same as I might have were she playing a flute and charming a snake, moving to take one nipple in between my strong lips and pull and suck at it, and then the other, all the while she held her breasts up for me, making gratifying noises, my dick hovering between us like a flesh-colored surfboard.

“That’s so good too,” she whined, as I licked a broad stripe between them, over her, not wanting to break contact with her skin. Then she reached one arm underneath, to hold both of them up, while reaching down to play with her clit again, jostling my dick with her arm—and I moved it away from her, bringing lower body up, so that I could slap her pussy with my balls.

“You need me there?” I murmured, in between deep, rolling sucks.

She didn’t answer, she just nodded.

“How badly?” I asked, watching her body flush. I could feel the wet folds of her pussy briefly stick against me with each tap, like they were trying to catch me and pull me in.

“So badly,” she swore.

I could’ve pretended I was taking pity on her, but the truth was I was taking pity on myself—I kissed between her breasts, and down her stomach, until my hands were supporting me over her hips, and my dick was aligned.

“Gonna go in now,” I warned her, leaning down to kiss the point of her hip, as I began to do so. “I’ll be slow.”

“You don’t need to be,” she protested—and she was right—she was wetter than the ocean.

“Maybe I’m being slow for me,” I teased. “’Cause I wanna make this last, eh? And feel you while I can?”

She inhaled, and held her breath for long enough that I stopped moving entirely. “Or…what if you just hurry up and come inside me?” she suggested instead—and when I was finished being stunned, I pulled myself right the hell back out.

“Sarah—you don’t know what you’re asking.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Who says I don’t?”

That…was a very good question.

“I think you might not understand,” I said, awkwardly kneeling back and checking my phrasing. “Like, satyr sperm will knock up anyone within three weeks on either side of an egg release.” I’d gotten told so in a special monster sex ed class at school, along with all the other monsters, and it’d killed whatever ‘game’ fourteen year old Ace’d possessed, seeing as most girls that age knew they didn’t want babies. “It’s relentlessly potent.”

But Sarah wasn’t in high school—and she wasn’t running away.

And she was also probably the smartest person I knew, barring Nex, who wasn’t really alive, and/or begging to be boned by me.

“Just because I’m me doesn’t mean I never wanted a normal life,” she said, lightly frowning.

And then I realized she’d entirely misread my hesitance. “Oh shit—no—it’s not that—at all—at-all-at-all,” I backpedaled, leaning forward and catching one of her hands, so I could place it on my chest, hoping she could feel my heart. “It’s just that this is maybe the first time I’ve gotten everything I’ve always wanted. I just want to be sure that you want it, too.”

She tilted her head to the side, so her hair could stream out against her sheets. “Ace,” she began, but I interrupted.

“I do love you, Sarah. I really do. I didn’t tell you that just because I thought I might die and I wanted you to hear it. I meant it then, and I mean it now, and I want to keep loving you for as long as you’ll let me, which is hopefully a very long time. I’m a hundred percent positive that you’re my mate, and—even if you don’t feel the same way—I know that I can show you. If you’ll let me.”

The words came out in a rush, I couldn’t stop them, and the relief I felt after saying them was the same as I got sometimes after really good release.

Maybe, if I got to tell Sarah I loved her every night, I wouldn’t have to jack off to go to sleep.

Or maybe, I could tell her that and fuck her, every night for forever, and live in the best of both worlds.

She reached up to take my face between her hands. “Did you get a concussion when you landed on the ground?” she asked, and I shook my head rather than answer her. “Did you forget I told you I loved you back?”

I shook my head again. “I think…I just needed to hear it.”

She smiled at me. “I love you, Aceon. Which you’ll just have to trust is wildly out of character for me. But that’s how I know this is right—because I feel it too.” She let go of my face and patted the bed. “C’mere,” she said, and did I was told, laying down beside her, spearing one of her pillows with a horn.

She turned to face me, and leaned in to give my nose a kiss.

“Careful. You don’t know where that’s been,” I warned her, and she laughed, giving my chest a playful shove.

“Don’t be a jerk, Ace,” she teased, then kissed a line from my nose up to my cheek, pressing her lips against my fur.

And for the first time in my life I felt loved, and appreciated, just for who I was—even moreso as she wriggled up to nibble on my ear.

“Oh God,” I whispered, and she laughed quietly.

“What you thought I didn’t notice?” she asked, pulling it’s lightly furred felt between her lips, while rubbing at the base of my ear on the other side.

“No—I just didn’t think you could get anymore perfect,” I said, wrapping my hands around her ribcage, lifting a breast up for me to lick.

“That’s cheating,” she complained.

“What else was I supposed to do? It was right there!” I said with a laugh.

Then she brought her face down, running her temple against mine, then she nuzzled into my neck, before resting her head on my arm, holding onto the fur of my chest with one hand, while the other reached down—not between her legs, but between mine.

She took hold of me and it felt—I don’t know—right? Amazing? Words couldn’t express how I felt anymore, and it wouldn’t have mattered if my favorite book was the dictionary.

Especially as she put one knee over me, and started pulling me into place.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

“Very yeah,” I agreed, thrusting up gently, once I was notched.

It was tight for half-a-second, and then her pussy remembered who it belonged to and opened up, letting me slide myself right in. I arched forward until I bottomed out and she let loose a long moan. “Just like that, Ace. Please.”

What else could I do? I mean—of-fucking-course. I put one hand on her hip to steady her, and started up a rhythm, in-in-in, out-out-out, in-in-in?—

“Ace?” Sarah asked, her voice briefly going high. “Are you…fucking me in morse code right now?”

“Oh shit.” I had been.

“Do you need rescuing from my vagina?” she asked with a cackle. “I mean, there’s easier ways to tell me you want a safeword.”

“No,” I groaned. “It was just on my mind from earlier, I think.”

Luckily loving me required a good sense of humor. She couldn’t stop laughing, and I didn’t mind, because each time she did she gave me a squeeze.

“Oh my God,” she giggled, with a final titter, biting her lips as she looked up at me. “I do fucking love you. I must, because really.”

“That’s good,” I said, grinning back at her, striking up a much more serious rhythm. “Because I hear laughing increases your chance of getting pregnant by like…three thousand percent.”

She chuckled darkly, rolling back, while pushing down her hips. “Yeah?” she asked, grabbing hold of one of my horns to make me bow my head. I took the hint, and eagerly sucked her breast. “How about I be in charge of doing all the math in the family,” she said, moving her hand so that she could keep a thumb wrapped around my horn’s base, but also rub my ear with the rest of her fingers, and I was ecstatic. “And you be in charge of opening jars and all the fucking?”

I groaned into her, pulling my head back far enough to say, “Sounds good to me,” and then her knee squeezed my hip and everything changed.

“Right there,” she whined, riding her hips against me.

“Mmmm,” I purred, feeling her squirm on my cock like bait for a fish.

“You’re so deep,” she said, like it was a complaint, but I knew it wasn’t when she threw her hand over head, to brace off of her headboard and take me deeper.

“Only because you’re so open for me,” I whispered. She’d never be able to take all of me, our bodies couldn’t combat straight science, but as long as she loved me, however much of me she wanted, it would always be enough.

“Ace,” she hissed, and I nodded.

“Don’t brace, okay? Let go,” I said, bringing her wrist down, so I could push her up, her silk sheets sliding against her skin. I pulled almost the entire way out, and then did it again. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Sarah.”

She nodded, like she agreed, and then her hands found my fur and clenched. “Oh—right there—at the back—that spot—right there—” she pleaded, and I groaned, the friction between us was maddening.

“I’ve got you,” I promised, bowing my head, blowing hot breaths on her chest. “Whatever you need. As long as it takes.”

She could only answer me with a whine. “Ace— Ace —oh my God—don’t pull out—fuck me through?—”

I could only grunt an answer and then she was coming, violently, speared on me, riding her hips back and forth like I was a horse, crying out and shouting my name like she belonged to me—because she did.

Of course I wanted to fuckin’ fill her up.

I started to thrust against her with intent, making her whole body bob, her pussy clamped around me like it wanted what I had to give.

“Yeah,” she gasped, when she could speak again, throwing her head back, her fingers curled tightly into the fur atop my chest. “Please, Ace—please?—”

That was all it took. Even if we hadn’t done anything else before, I think the sound of my mate asking for my cum would’ve caused my balls to spontaneously answer. I grunted and groaned, feeling them slide against my inner thigh as they lifted, squeezing to give her her first mated load. I shuddered with pleasure as it shot out—and then realized what I’d been missing all along, trapped in all those condoms—the magic of how wonderfully lubricating satyr spunk could be.

My balls pulsed, another wave rolled through me, and I would’ve sworn it was enough to push her up the bed—but whatever ground I lost, I easily regained, shoving back into her with a rude squelch.

I didn’t care though—not when it was because of me—not when I could feel her pussy quivering still, like it couldn’t believe it’s goddammed luck that my dick was ramming home and coming deep inside her.

Sarah cried out as I jetted in her again—I couldn’t help myself—and then I realized everything that was happening to me wasn’t just a dream, or something boy satyrs whispered about to other boys after their sex ed class.

Sarah was my mate.

Of course she’d put me into my first rut.

“Oh God, Ace,” she whispered, as cum started pouring out from where we met, dripping down her thighs. “It’s hot,” she said, and I had a moment of shame that almost threw me out of things before she continued. “It feels good.”

“Good,” I grunted, trying not to grit my teeth as my balls pulled up again. It was like the entire lower half of my body was now acting on instinct, and I was just the puppet attached to the strings. “Oh God—Sarah—I’ve gotta—” I groaned, losing myself inside of her again.

“I can’t believe how much you love me,” she said, clinging onto my fur for dear life.

If love were measured in semen volume, then yes— so very fucking much.

Then she hissed, and gasped, and I worried I’d done something wrong, trying to maintain some control of—I didn’t the fuck know at this point, as my lust rose like a thermometer on a summer day—maybe the top quarter of my brain?—before she let go of me with a hand and put it back between her legs to touch herself.

I gasped and came again.

“Yeah—uh-huh—” she said. “Just—just like that?—”

For the next few hours, orgasms were like one of those pendulum toys on fancy office desks, swinging back and forth between us. I would slow down, and then she would start up, or vice versa, and back again—I knew her mattress was destroyed, but why not ruin it for all it’s worth?—and she went hoarse from screaming.

And then the tide of lust—or cum—receded. Some semblance of sanity was restored, and I was stroking just to stroke, because I didn’t want to leave her.

“Oh Ace,” she said, collapsing even further against me, and I slowed to a stop and gently stroked her back. For the first time in my entire fucking adult life, my balls actually felt drained. My dick relaxed at long last, she shifted, and it slid out, closely followed by a warm gush of the last cum I’d shot in her pussy.

She made a satisfied hum. “If that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what the fuck will,” she said, and I could feel her smiling against my chest.

I didn’t either…but I still wanted to be sure.

“Uh, so, can we do one more thing? It’s a long-term fantasy of mine.”

She drowsily pushed back. “What?”

“It’s easier to show you. Just say yes.”

The smile she gave me then was blinding. “Yes.”

“Okay,” I announced, slowly getting up—my cum drenched fur was stuck to me, and I was sure I looked at least partially like a wet cat, so I was kinda glad she couldn’t see. Then I grabbed her by her ankles…and began carefully lifting her up in front of me.

“Ace!” she shouted.

“I’ll be careful!” I promised, and the plane was on the ground. She squealed as I lifted her high and started running my tongue between her legs.

I already knew what I tasted like, from my own shenanigans—but tasting myself and her? Knowing that my sperm was already settling itself inside her, stalking her next egg like a caveman stalked a bear?

The thought was so good, I could barely stand thinking it—especially because I knew I wasn’t dreaming it alone.

“You’re so silly!” she laughed, and then purred my name as I sucked on her clit. “How long has this been a fantasy?”

I smiled right against her pussy, where I knew that she could feel it. “For the better part of five days.”