15. Irix

15

IRIX

L aia's chest heaves, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her lips, swollen from our kiss, call to me like a siren's song. Every fiber of my being throbs with the need to claim her right here, right now. Yet, something gnaws at the edges of my mind—a hesitation I can’t quite name.

I don’t understand where it’s coming from, and I also don’t want to understand it deeper. What’s the point? She’s ours anyway.

She leans on the tree as if she’s about to collapse. My hand itches to touch her, and as I take a step closer to her, I can’t stop myself anymore.

A low growl escapes my throat as my hands grip her waist, pulling her closer. "Do you want this?" My voice comes out rough, almost feral with desire. "Because if we start, I won’t stop."

She looks up at me, eyes wide and lips parted. Hesitation flickers in her gaze, but beneath it lies something darker—more primal. Her chest rises and falls in a rhythm that matches the wild beating of my heart.

Without waiting for an answer, I crash my lips onto hers again. My hands slide down to grip her thighs, lifting her against the tree with a fluid motion. She gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively as I press her harder against the trunk.

Her body molds against mine, every inch of her igniting a fire that burns hotter than anything I've ever felt. Each kiss is a battle—tongues clashing, teeth grazing skin—both of us fighting for dominance and surrendering all at once.

Her fingers tangle in my fur, pulling me closer, deeper into the abyss of no return. The smell of treesand earth mixes with the heat radiating from us, creating an intoxicating blend that drowns out everything else.

Then, her mouth brushes against my horn, and I shiver in ecstasy.

Laia's nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her breathless moans mingling with the rustling leaves around us. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, mirroring the wild beat of my own.

Every touch, every brush of skin sends electric shocks through me, heightening the tension until it feels like we might both combust. And yet, that nagging hesitation still lingers in the back of my mind.

I brush it away. Right now, it doesn’t matter. All that exists is Laia and this unquenchable fire between us.

The world narrows to just the two of us; the heat between us builds until it’s unbearable. It's raw and primal—nothing like the careful touches of before. This is a need, pure and simple.

I grip Laia’s thighs tighter, feeling the shiver that runs through her. Our breaths mingle in the cold air, but inside, it’s an inferno. I can feel every inch of her against me, every rapid beat of her heart, every tremor that courses through her.

I rip her tunic apart without a care to everything else. She gasps as I suck her nipple, grazing it against my teeth. Her fingers grasped my fur, pulling out a few strands as she convulsed in my arms. I flick her left nipple with my tongue, and she whispers my name as if begging for something.

“Irix!” She arches in pleasure. I grab her hair, pulling it backwards as I lick her neck. She’s so soft, so tempting.

“Call my name,” I growl, sucking the area where her shoulder and neck meet. My other hand grips the globes of her ass as she rubs her cunt onto my body. My cock is as hard as brick, and I’m unsure if she can even take all of me.

I’m not a considerate lover. I take what I want, and I might just break her.

"Irix... Irix...” she repeats my name like a mantra, and it’s heavenly to my ears. I bury my face in her chest, breathing heavily. I can’t take it anymore.

I rip her pants and anything underneath them, then two of my fingers slip inside her. Her eyes widen as I thrust them inside her. She’s so wet, it’s practically dripping on my fingers.

“Take it; I’m a lot bigger, Laia,” I order, slipping it in and out faster. Her gasps come in waves, and she clings to my shoulders as if her life depends on it.

“Have at me; give it to me, Irix,” she moans as she grabs my face and kisses me. She bites my lips, drawing blood.

I gasp audibly, and my body trembles as anticipation courses through me. She dares challenge me. I’m all for it. Laia’s a woman after my heart.

I flip her, her backside facing me. “Hug the tree, hold on to it,” I whisper in her ear, biting it as my fingers trace her spine. “You better be a good girl and take it like a pro.”

I guide myself to her entrance, feeling her wetness welcome me. It’s like my size is going to tear her apart, but she takes me slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Her gasps are like music to my ears, and I fight to keep control as she stretches around me.

“Fuck,” I moan, my back arching. It’s so good; she’s so wet and accommodating despite my size.

“Irix!” she screams as I thrust in halfway. My cock curves right about here.

Kneading her ass, I growl, “We’re just halfway in, Laia.” Slowly, I move an inch deeper. Her pussy pulses around me, sucking in my cock.

“What are you… doing?” she hisses as she moans, hugging the tree while glancing at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard. Show me what you got, Mr. Big Bad Minotaur! ”

Her eyes throw me that challenge, and there’s no way for me to say no to that. I push deeper. Harder.

Laia cries out as I fill her completely. The pleasure is intense—almost too much—and we move together with a ferocity that consumes us both.

“Your cock…” she moans, her eyes wide.

“It’s a bit curved.” I fuck her ear with my tongue. In and out. “It hits the spot better, right?”

Her eyes roll back in answer as she squirts, coming and screaming her lungs out, “Irix!”

The slapping of flesh against flesh intensifies. Seeing her come for me, I lost it.

The rhythm becomes a blur of sensation: thrusts and moans and whispered curses lost in the night air. I pick her up from the ground and turn her around. Her legs snake around my waist, and we kiss again, lost in pleasure.

“Irix,” she gasps as her back hits another tree. My hips move faster. I push and push to that elusive climax we both want to reach.

“Laia!” I let out a roar as I plunged all the way; at the same time, I reach the top with her. Pleasure takes hold of my body, traveling from my spine to my head, where it explodes into stars. I haven’t felt this much pleasure in years.

Sex was just sex, but this, what’s going on between us, I can’t even describe it with just a word.

Her honey gushes out of her as I pull my cock out of her core. We’re both spent, panting heavily against each other. Our gazes lock as I slowly put her down over her torn tunic.

What now? This is the first time, I’m confused. What comes next?