Chapter 13

Every cell in my body vibrated with excitement and happiness as we flew the short distance back home. Aside from the adrenaline rush that always came with a brutal match of Fultar, having my Farah fawning over me like this had me over the moon. I'd been so worried that seeing me in that rather violent setting would set back the progress we had made so far. But my mate had been as rabid a fan and supporter as any pureblood Zamorian. Just remembering how she cheered for me and cussed out the opponents trying to pin me down still had my hearts filling with joy.

And my mother's words before our departure had been the culminating point of a perfect day. My mate's role in getting her to make such an admission only made me love her even more. She truly was my soulmate.

As soon as we landed on our terrace, Farah started fussing over me.

"Are you hurt badly?" she asked, concern oozing out of her voice as we entered the living area through the giant patio doors of the terrace.

Even as she spoke, she carefully touched some of the spots on my arms that had started darkening.

"Terribly," I said in an overly dramatic fashion.

I almost felt guilty when Farah stiffened and examined my features with genuine worry.

"Really? Should you see a doctor?" she asked.

I shook my head reassuringly. "No, that won't be necessary. A physician already examined us in the locker room before we were allowed to leave. I'm just very sore and bruised."

Farah's shoulders drooped with relief. As much as I wanted to feel ashamed about sparking concern for my welfare, seeing my mate so worried about me stroked the needy part of me and filled my chest with warmth.

"All right. Go take a shower, and I'll apply some healing cream on you," she said in a commanding tone that had me want to smile.

I loved how my mate was steadily becoming more assertive as she increasingly felt safe and confident in her right to express herself. Despite her delicate appearance, my Farah held a great deal of strength within. Soon, she would be bossing me around like our females tended to do. Oddly enough, I looked forward to it, if only to play martyrs like my fellow Zamorian males always claimed to be whenever they balked at their wives' requests.

In truth, the masochist in me couldn't wait for the day Farah would yank my braid—in that instance my leash—to impose her will on me. Considering the tense relationship with my mother, you'd think I would dread such behavior from my wife. But at a visceral level, I knew whatever demands my mate would make would not be unreasonable.

I made quick work of showering. I ended it with a good minute under ice cold water to cool the fire raging in my blood at the thought of my woman rubbing her hands all over me as she applied the healing cream. As much as I wanted Farah to know what burning desire I felt for her, walking out with both of my cocks fully erect wasn't how I wanted to communicate that I was ready and eager as soon as she was.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't bother using any cream. I had gotten banged up far worse than this in the past. Despite the bruising quickly darkening, it didn't actually hurt enough to even be worth mentioning. But I had no qualms playing the wounded puppy to have my woman fussing over me.

As I suspected she was onto me, it made the game all the more fun.

I wrapped a towel around my waist as I walked out of my en suite hygiene room. To my surprise, Farah was standing by my bed with a pot of healing cream in her hands. My brain froze as I registered the slight dampness of her hair at the nape and the bathrobe she had donned instead of the dress she previously wore.

My mate had showered as well and used a cap to keep from wetting her hair.

My stomach did a couple of backflips, and I groaned inwardly as my blood rushed to my groin at the thought of what this could mean. Farah's words earlier to the effect she wanted to give me an incentive not to get too hurt on the field replayed in my mind. Could it truly mean what I hoped it did?

"Oh, give me a moment to go put some pants on," I said, feeling irrationally nervous.

Farah shook her head. "No, keep the towel. Even from here, I can see some bruising on your legs. It will be easier for me to access with the towel."

She gestured for me to approach, and I complied. My stomach fluttered, and another wave of lust surged through me at the greedy way her gaze roamed over my body. It still boggled my mind that such a stunning female should find me attractive. By Zamorian standards, I would be deemed a very handsome male. But off-worlders found my species a little freakish, especially with our four eyes and arms.

"Wow, those are some really nasty bruises," Farah mused out loud as I stopped next to the bed a couple of steps in front of her. "They must really hurt."

"Horribly," I said in a piteous tone that sounded excessively fake even to my own ears.

She snorted and gave me a look that made it clear she wasn't fooled in the least. To my delight, she continued to play along.

"Well then, we're going to have to treat them. I can't have your mother chastising me for allowing her firstborn to endure such agony," my mate said mockingly. "Lie down on your stomach," she commanded.

Once again, I complied, wincing and groaning in a dramatic fashion as I did so. The musical sound of Farah giggling filled the room, putting a smile on my face. And yet, I turned my head sideways to glare at her before resting my cheek on the mattress.

"I'm not sensing a great deal of empathy from you, dear wife," I grumbled in a pouty tone.

She snorted and knelt on the mattress next to me. "You poor baby. Of course I empathize with you. Am I not here treating your terrible wounds?" she asked as she brushed my hair aside to expose my back.

I grunted in a non-committal fashion, which had her chuckling some more. The cool feel of the cream on my back wrested an involuntary moan from me. This time, I wasn't pretending. Until now, I hadn't realized how sore I actually felt. Considering ten mature males piled up on me multiple times during the match and desperately tried to wrestle me into submission, it wasn't surprising that I should feel so tender.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Farah asked, her voice taking a genuinely sympathetic edge as she gently applied the cream on my skin.

I couldn't tell if the sense of well-being seeping into me came more from the soothing and numbing effects of the cream, or my mate's wondrous touch rubbing it into my skin. Whatever the cause, I savored every second, shamelessly purring as she applied the cream on my back, shoulders, arms, and legs. The wretched female naturally seized the opportunity to torment me, slipping her hands beneath the edge of the towel still wrapped around my waist. She carefully massaged the cream right below the bump of my ass, and at the back of my legs, her hands slipping provocatively between my thighs, just shy of reaching their apex.

"Wow, they really bruised you everywhere," she said mockingly while her fingers continued to tease me.

My frustrated grunt only had her laughing in an unrepentant fashion. And yet, my body couldn't decide whether to be aroused by her gentle and sensuous contact or become wonderfully languid as she continued to massage the healing cream into my skin, loosening the knots in my muscles along the way.

"Okay, you can turn onto your back now," Farah said after she was done giving me a foot rub.

I felt almost groggy as I rolled to the side and then onto my back. A single glance at my face had my woman burst out laughing. I didn't need a mirror to guess I looked completely drugged up.

"Ouch, that's one really nasty bruise you've got there," Farah said with a frown as she stared at my chest.

I glanced down at my right pectoral. During one of the pile ups, someone had rested their knee on my chest, right below my clavicle. It had hurt like hell.

"They brutalized me! I doubt even the healing cream can appease this," I said.

Farah snorted, and quickly repressed a chuckle. "My poor husband. Maybe I should kiss it better."

"It might help," I said a bit too eagerly.

My mate cast a mocking look my way before leaning forward. I held my breath while she carefully pressed her lips to my bruise. As she straightened, her braids brushed over my chest, sending a thrill down my spine.

"That's amazing," I whispered, my voice dropping an octave. "It works even better than that cream you used on my back."

"Does it?" Farah asked with an exaggerated air of surprise. "Should I do it for your other bruises?"

"It's worth a try," I shamelessly concurred.

Her beautiful brown eyes sparked with mischief as she once more leaned forward to kiss another bruise on my chest.

"Yes! Much better," I said with a purr. "It's almost miraculous."

She chuckled before moving to the other side of my torso. "And here?" Farah asked before kissing a spot right above my armpit.

I merely growled in approval.

My mate continued peppering my chest and stomach with little kisses, asking in between if that area also needed some attention. After she covered most of it, Farah lifted her head to look at me, her eyes darkened by what I could only assume to be arousal.

"And what about here?" she asked in a sultry voice, her index finger circling the areola of my left nipple. "I don't see any bruising, but I want to be thorough."

"It may not show, but it got badly mistreated. It's undoubtedly the most tender part and is in dire need of urgent care," I replied, pretending to feel major discomfort.

"You have no shame," she whispered with a chuckle.

"When it comes to you, my Farah, I have none whatsoever," I deadpanned, although a sliver of seriousness entered my voice.

I was falling hard for my woman. There truly wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her.

Farah kissing my left nipple had a bolt of lust exploding in my pelvic area. My abdominal muscles contracted when she didn't move away and poked her tongue out to lick the little nub before drawing a wet circle around the areola. I took a hissy breath as her lips latched on to my nipple, and she leisurely sucked on it.

I slipped my primary right hand through her soft braids to gently hold her head in place, but not in a way that would prevent her from moving away if she so chose. My secondary hands caressed her back through the thick fabric of her bathrobe. I reined in the urge to rid her of the garment. Although my woman was clearly signaling her desire to take our relationship to the next level, I wanted her to take the lead and set the pace. She needed to know I wouldn't push her farther than what she was ready for.

That didn't stop me from hoping.

My stomach quivered, and my cocks started to perk up when she let go of my nipple to pursue her journey south. Her mouth on my abdominal muscles had them involuntarily constricting. The timid spark of desire in my loins flared into a burning flame when Farah's hands started fiddling with the knot that held my towel bound around my waist. She was trying to be inconspicuous about it, distracting me by teasing my navel with her tongue. But there was no way I wouldn't notice such a thing.

I couldn't help the tension building in my back when she slowly parted the towel, exposing me bare. My mate had never seen that part of my anatomy, but the many times we had embraced, I'd felt her unease and worry about how thick my cocks felt against her through the fabric.

Farah moved further down until she was staring straight at my crotch. I swallowed hard and realized I was holding my breath as she unabashedly examined me. To my utter relief, she didn't appear traumatized by them. That didn't stop her eyes from slightly widening. She licked her lips nervously—although her face also displayed something that felt akin to wonder.

My breath hitched when she caressed my pelvis before brushing her fingertips along the length of my lower, smaller cock. Blood rushed to my groin, and I felt irrationally mortified as both my cocks thickened and lengthened as my erections steadily grew. Seeing her delicate hand wrapping around my lower cock made me realize just how massive I was in comparison to her.

That she wasn't running for dear life blew my mind.

With an air of fascination, she traced one of the ‘necklaces' of my lower cock with her index finger. It referred to the pearl-like ridges that lined the left and right sides of my cocks. A shiver coursed through me, and I swallowed back the moan that wanted to rise in my throat as she boldly explored my lower cock and then the main one. While her fingers fell just short of touching around the former's girth, they came nowhere near with the latter.

And still, my woman didn't seem to panic.

Then again, she'd had a few weeks to mentally prepare for this moment. Clearly, she had put them to good use.

"Did they hurt you there as well?" she whispered, each hand wrapped around one of my cocks.

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice barely audible to my own ears.

Farah smiled, a mischievous glimmer sparkling in her stunning dark-brown eyes. "We can't have that."

A strangled gasp escaped me when she leaned forward and rubbed the side of her face against my length in a downward motion. On her way up, she turned her face to the side so that her lips would brush against the necklace on the left side of my lower cock. A violent shudder swept through me. I inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly to control my breathing.

My wife peppered a series of kisses all over it while gently stroking my main cock. The small fire burning low in my belly turned into a roaring brazier when she poked her tongue out and licked my lower cock from its base to the tip. An almost pained moan vibrated in my throat when she took my lower head in her mouth. She didn't bob at first, content to suck the head and tease it by swirling her tongue around it. The whole time, her right hand continued to stroke my main cock.

I emitted a needy growl when she took me deeper into her mouth, and as far back as her throat would allow. With a will of its own, my hand in her hair fisted her braids. Grinding my teeth, I forced my arm to remain relaxed so as not to restrict her movements. Careful at first, Farah gradually picked up the pace as she grew more comfortable with my girth. Leaning on my secondary forearms, I stared at her as she sucked me.

An inferno was raging in my loins, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to thrust upward into her mouth. Kromor's teeth, I fantasized for so long about intimacy with my mate, but I never would have imagined she would take the lead, and especially not with such boldness.

However, as much as I wanted to give myself over to the divine feel of her mouth on me, I only meant for her to familiarize herself with my body. Our first time together should be about her pleasure, not mine. I would be damned if I would find release before her.

Judging by the way she was accelerating her movements, even her hand stroking me, squeezing the base tightly on the way up, Farah was clearly trying to make me climax.

I would, but not now.

Silencing my selfish need to let her pursue her ministrations, I tugged on her braids to force her head away from me. She gasped and gave me a questioning and slightly offended look. It was quickly replaced by shock and the startled yelp when I effortlessly lifted her before laying her on her back in the center of the bed.

I claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. She didn't argue or challenge my taking over. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me, caressing my back with a possessiveness that messed with me. I loved the softness of her tongue swirling around mine, her sweet taste, and the way she followed my lead. I didn't want a submissive woman, but I couldn't deny having dominant tendencies in the bedroom.

Even though she already took things to another level with that fellatio, I moved slowly and first caressed her body over the thick bathrobe she still wore. My right hand glided down her side, past her narrow waist and the length of her upper leg before slipping under the hem. She shivered as my palm caressed her thigh in an upward movement. To my pleasant surprise, I didn't encounter any underwear.

I continued my journey upward, parting the left panel of her robe. But the belt tied at her waist kept me from fully opening it. I did quick work of untying it with my primary left hand. As the left one resumed its now unencumbered trajectory, I broke the kiss and lifted my head to lock eyes with Farah. She held my gaze unwaveringly as my palm caressed a path up her flat stomach and between her breasts.

Moving ever so slowly to give her a chance to balk or pull away, I covered her left breast with my hand, fondling it, then teasing the nipple with my thumb until it pebbled. Farah smiled and lifted her chest for greater contact. I returned her smile and used both my primary hands to push the fabric of her bathrobe wide open and over her shoulders. She slightly lifted her back to help me rid her of the garment. As she was pulling her arms out of the sleeves, I leaned forward to suck one of her taut nipples into my mouth.

Her sigh of delight resonated straight in my cocks. It was her turn to sink her fingers through my hair as I took my sweet time worshiping each of her breasts in turn with my mouth, while my hands freely roamed over the silkiness of her golden skin. I loved its soft texture, Fresh scent, and light saltiness.

With each touch, I studied her responses, making note of each of her sensitive spots and paying them extra attention. But the delicious scent of her growing arousal soon had my mouth watering. Unable to resist, I ventured further south towards my prize. Once again, I gave her every opportunity to stop me, but at this point, it was clear that she was all in. On the way, I paused at her outie navel. I couldn't help but nip at it, which had her giggling.

In our time together, I'd discovered that my woman was extremely ticklish. Most people seemed to be particularly sensitive to tickling on their sides and under their feet. For Farah, it was the crook of her neck and her navel. Sometimes, I only had to point my index finger at her neck, and she would already start giggling.

But laughter was the last thing my touch in her other sensitive area elicited. Her stomach quivered when I brushed her cleanly shaven sex with two fingers. The dark pink, almost purple color of her petals beckoned me like the sweetest treat. I blew over her slit, and a violent shiver coursed through her seconds before her skin erupted in goosebumps.

A smug chuckle escaped me to find her so responsive. I leaned forward and covered her mons with kisses, deliberately avoiding her clit, which was begging for attention. I didn't know why I wanted to tease her like this, but I pursued the game a short while longer. My index finger caressed her folds, circled around her slit and her little nub, always coming ever so close without ever touching them.

When I finally gave her clit a lick, Farah emitted the sexiest throaty sound. I gave it another slow lick, then proceeded to flick my tongue over it at increasing speeds. Soon, her voluptuous moans filled my ears, and the intoxicating scent of her musk tickled my nose. In no time, my mate's sex glistened with her arousal, further rewarding my efforts.

I slipped a finger then two inside her slit, their entry eased by how wet she already was for me. Her inner walls contracted around them, as if to draw them in deeper. I happily obliged.

I pushed them deeper and faster inside her, my mouth still feasting on her clit. As her pleasure built, Farah began gyrating, her breath coming out in short, loud bursts that hinted at her impending climax. I inserted a third finger. It was a tight fit, but she quickly relaxed around them. I scissored them in and out to stretch her. Obviously, that wouldn't be enough to fully prepare her to receive me, but it would help ease penetration later.

When her legs started trembling around my face, I crooked my fingers to brush against her G-spot. To my surprise, Farah instantly fell apart. I had not expected for her orgasm to swoop in so soon—not that I complained about it. I lifted my head to peer at my woman's beautiful face. Lips parted, her face dissolved in an air of pure bliss, she looked like a goddess, swept away by the pleasure I had given her.

My hands continued to make love to her, the fingers of my left hand picking up where my mouth had left off so I could continue admiring her beauty in the throes of passion. It was only once she started coming back to reality that I pulled my fingers out of her. She looked at me with hooded eyes, and bit her bottom lip with a lascivious expression when I slowly licked her essence off each of my fingers.

Farah extended her arms towards me in a beckoning gesture. I crawled back on top of her, kissing and caressing her stomach and breasts on my way up. She spread her legs wide so that I could settle between them. I reclaimed her lips, my pelvis rubbing against hers in a slow movement, which also allowed me to coat my lower cock with some of her essence.

"Do you accept me, my mate?" I whispered against her lips.

"Yes, Krogal. I'm yours," she whispered back, her arms tightening around me.

I smiled and gave her another passionate kiss then started pushing my lower, smaller cock inside her. It barely went in a couple of centimeters before her body started resisting my invasion. As I'd expected as much, it didn't faze me. However, it made me monitor my woman's reactions all the more closely.

As much as I hungered for her and burned with the urge to lose myself inside her, keeping my mate safe overrode any other consideration. With careful and shallow thrusts, I gradually breached her resistance, lavishing kisses and caresses on her, interspersed with words of encouragement and affection. Despite that, Farah remained an enthusiastic and willing participant.

After what felt like an eternity, her body abruptly yielded when I was only halfway in. It burned, and I found myself fully sheathed. My woman gasped, and I froze, fearing I had harmed her. Eyes closed, her lips parted, she was breathing in short bursts. She was trying to adjust to my girth, but I couldn't tell what level of discomfort—or worse pain—she was experiencing. I wanted to believe that the mildness of the frown marring her forehead indicated that it was more than bearable.

Only once she opened her eyes and smiled at me did I finally relax.

She resumed caressing my back and lifted her behind to press her pelvis against mine, making her meaning clear. With infinite care, I began rocking in and out of her. The first stroke nearly undid me.

By Khivolt, she felt so insanely good!

Her inner walls squeezed me from all sides, their wet heat fanning the inferno raging in my loins as they caressed my length both on the way in and out. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, attempting to sweep me in a tidal wave. But I forced myself to focus on my mate and on her responses to me.

She was so fucking beautiful, with her lips swollen by my kisses, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and her eyes darkened by passion. To think I feared we would struggle to come together, and that I would fail to make this an enjoyable experience for her. I never should have doubted us. We were soulmates, made for each other.

When my woman began to writhe beneath me, her hands feverishly caressing every inch of my body, I picked up the pace, taking her deeper and gradually harder. As she showed no signs of distress, I let myself go even more, without going all out. I didn't know how much she could take and was in no rush to test the extent of her limits. The night was young, and I intended for us to savor every minute of it.

With my main cock remaining outside of her, its underside massaged my woman's clitoris with each stroke, enhancing her pleasure. Accelerating the speed with which I took her only intensified that additional sensual stimulation. In no time, Farah was cresting again. I nearly spilled when she cried out, her nails digging into the small of my back, and her inner walls clamping down on my lower cock.

A savage growl escaped me through my clenched teeth as I fought the urge to give in to ecstasy. That didn't stop a few drops of precum from seeping out.

Khivolt take me, I would never tire of the magnificence of my woman as she fell apart for me. Head thrown back, eyes closed, and lips parted, Farah was moaning in between every other heavy breath. Even as she flew high, her hips continued to gyrate as she greedily welcomed me inside her.

As she slowly came back to reality, I slowed down the pace, and eventually stopped before pulling out of her. She gave me a surprise look that I hadn't found my own release. But I wasn't done with her yet. For the next eternity, I kissed and caressed every inch of her body, erasing any lingering doubt she might have about just how much I worshiped her.

Turning her to the side, I spooned her, holding her back to my chest as I lovingly brushed my lips along the sensitive spot at the edge of her nape. She shivered and emitted the most sensuous sigh that washed over me like a warm blanket.

With great care I pushed my main cock into her slit from behind. Sideways or on all four was the best position to make love to her with my main cock without the lower one getting in the way. That was unless we proceeded with double penetration. Obviously, that was not an option for our first time together—assuming this would even be something she'd be open to. And while what humans called doggy style held an undeniable appeal, it screamed more of unbridled passion to me and less of the tender and intimate union that I wanted for our first coupling.

Even with my lower cock paving the way, it once more required for me to carefully work my way in as her body resisted the invasion of my main cock's greater girth. Once more, I distracted her from the discomfort by fondling her breasts, kissing and caressing her body, and massaging her clit.

Having four arms held undeniable advantages.

Thankfully, it took little time for her to welcome me in. I remained still, my arms possessively wrapped around her as I whispered words of love and encouragement in her ear. Only once her inner walls started contracting around me did I tentatively begin moving inside my woman.

Each careful and slow thrust inflicted the most exquisite torture on me. Lava swirled in the pit of my stomach, and liquid flames spread through my veins, setting my skin and each of my nerve endings ablaze. My rumbling growls of pleasure mixed with my mate's throaty moans. She reached a hand over her shoulder to sink her fingers into my hair as I gradually accelerated my movements. Even as I leaned into her touch, I continued to kiss the side of her face and neck while my hands relentlessly expressed their devotion to the perfection that she was.

Despite my determination to keep things gentle and tender, I quickly found myself taking my woman deeper and harder. Soon, passion took over any rational thought as I began to pound into her. Her voluptuous moans spurred me on. Nothing mattered anymore but the searing feel of her skin against mine and the overwhelming pleasure putting us on the verge of combusting.

Farah chanting my name as she neared the edge was whipping me into a frenzy. Although I saw her climax coming, it still took me by surprise when her body suddenly seized, and she cried out.

This time, I didn't resist the call of bliss clawing at me.

My orgasm struck me like lightning. The room spun, and my vision blurred. For half a beat, I felt as if my soul had been knocked out of my body. My skin tingled, anchoring me to my mortal vessel as liquid ecstasy shot out of me in powerful spurts. I continued thrusting into my woman, my movements slightly erratic as I filled her with my seed.

Once fully spent, I didn't pull out of my wife. Instead, I tightened my arms around her in a possessive hold. Farah snuggled deeply against me. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. The depths of emotion and affection in her eyes wrecked me. I leaned forward and reclaimed her lips in a passionate kiss that hid nothing of the powerful feelings filling my hearts for her.

"I am yours, my Farah," I whispered against her lips as our racing heartbeats slowly returned to normal. "Now and forever."