Chapter 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Braxxos roused slowly on the fourth day, stretching like a big cat waking from a cozy nap. His wounds had all stitched together, aided by the additional pigment Floxxia had given him, boosting his healing ability in a startling way. It had also made the green in his pigments fade entirely. And when Margot looked at her own, hers too had returned to its normal, untainted color.

He rolled to his side and rubbed his eyes, opening them to look at his surprising surroundings. They didn't stick together—Margot had taken care to wipe his lids with a damp cloth throughout his recovery. And now she reaped the rewards as he locked those gorgeous gray-ringed copper orbs firmly on his love.

His Infala flashed bright, hers responding in kind, a surge of hot energy pulsing through her belly like she'd never felt before. Her nipples were like rocks and her clit was absolutely throbbing in an instant. It was insane. She'd been pretty much asexual for days, monitoring and caring for him, worried only about his healing and survival, nothing more.

But now? Now her body was positively screaming for him in a way she'd never known possible. The immediate rock-hardness of his beautiful cock made it quite clear he felt very much the same way. She didn't think she'd ever seen him so hard. It was almost like his cock was straining with such force it might pop free from his body.

"You saved me," he said as he ran his hands over his body, testing the new scar tissue and finding it quite healed.

"No. You saved me ," she replied, absolutely melting with the intense heat of his gaze.

"We'll call it even, then." His smile was the final straw, that dazzlingly hot grin on his lips reducing her to a puddle of love and lust. "Now, come here."

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her body already moving to him of its own accord, their Infalas thrumming in unison, wanting each other. Needing each other.

"Oh, I'm more than okay."

He sat up sliding to the edge of the bunk, his arms pulling her to him. Margot obliged, reveling in the feel of his lips pressing into her chest, kissing her Infala with a tenderness and love that made her heart threaten to burst from her chest. She couldn't take it any longer. Not like this. It was simply too much, the draw too strong to wait.

She shed her bottoms in an instant, straddling him and easing onto his cock, his girthy length filling her up, stretching her just right as she lowered all the way down, their lips locked in a passionate kiss as she bottomed out, taking him all, her clit pressing firmly against his pelvis with a mighty jolt of pleasure racking her body at the contact.

"My love," he groaned, his cock doing that amazing vibrating thing while the rings pulsated. "My mate."

Margot's head felt light and tingling, her vision clouded with sparkles and her cheeks flush with a cotton candy buzz as they truly became one. She felt what he felt as he did with her. It was more than Tantra. It was Infala. And now they were mated. Now and forever.

"My man. My beautiful man. I'm yours," she groaned, her hips slowly moving, his manhood churning inside her, the two of them savoring every sensation, every moment of this momentous bonding glory.

"And I am yours," he said in a husky whisper. "You own me. You are my one and only. My queen. And I am claiming you as such."

He rose to his feet, lifting her with ease, his hands under her ass, raising and lowering her with a slow and steady rhythm. Margot's clit rubbed against him the whole way up and down, slick with their juices, tingling powerfully with what was almost too much sensation to bear.

He angled her hips, increasing the pressure. He felt what she felt now, and he knew exactly the right angle without her having to utter a single word.

"Oh yes," she moaned, her mouth moving to his neck, kissing his hot skin, savoring his thundering pulse just under his ear, the steady beat teasing her lips.

He groaned, his body tensing from the delightful mix of pleasure. His cock hot and cozy inside her wetness, his skin buzzing and erupting with goose flesh from her delicate kisses.

She felt it too, her nipples electric as they grazed against his chest as he moved her. Claimed her. Owned her.

Truth be told, they owned each other, she realized as her first of what promised to be many climaxes approached. They were one, and nothing could tear them apart.

His cock pulsed hard against her G-spot as she bottomed out, her clit banging into him with a delightful buzz of impact. He kept moving her, sliding a finger against her sensitive ass, rubbing gently as he kept up his rhythm, lifting and lowering, bringing her to the edge.

"Yes," was all she needed to say.

His juice-slicked finger slid inside up to the first knuckle, then the second, the pressure of his cock in her pussy now rubbing against it, creating a whole new sort of bliss inside her.

It was too much. Too good. And they both knew they couldn't hold on. But there was no need to. They would be doing this for the rest of their lives.

Margot lost control of her body as she came, Braxxos's hot geyser of cum blasting inside her sending her over the edge with even more intensity than she'd ever felt with him, and that was saying a lot . He cried out as well, nearly falling over as he struggled to get them onto the bunk before his legs fully gave out.

Their Infalas pressed together as he lay on top of her, blazing hot, glowing like never before, the energy within them flowing like a completed circuit in a supercharged power grid. They were both blind to the world. Deaf to it. Reveling in the union of heart, mind, and body. They streamed into and through one another, both unsure where one's sensations ended and the other's began. It was more than an orgasm of the body. This was their moment of Infala union. It was a climax in the most literal sense. The last step. An orgasm of the soul.

They roused slowly, then sharpening quickly, their senses returning with a white-hot intensity and want. A need . They weren't done. Not by a long shot.

Braxxos slid out from inside her, kissing his way down her body, teasing her nipples as she squirmed with delight. Margot's entire world was on fire with one continuous low-level orgasm, and it was incredible. And what he was doing now? It was like discovering new layers to an already amazing layer cake, and each one was better than the last.

"Fuck!" she blurted as his tongue grazed her engorged clit, sending shockwaves of bliss through her like a sexual taser blast. Her nipples felt like they were straining toward the sky, her skin tingling from head to toe as if bathed in carbonation and glitter.

He latched on, suckling her clit, making it even more full as his tongue swirled around it just right, his cock pulsing in his hand as he felt her reactions, working himself as he relished her juices mixed with his own. Her hips bucked when two thick fingers slid inside, gently but firmly rippling against the little rough patch on the front wall, swollen and sensitive as he pulled his digits toward himself.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, Fuck!"

Margot came again, his fingers coaxing a powerful gush from her, shocking her with its intensity as it sprayed his face. He grinned with joy, savoring her climax and not letting up, forcing her even farther into a near blackout of sensation, her body a burning, buzzing uncontrollable ball of sensations and emotions.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't even realize she was crying. The pleasure was just too much. So strong. Every emotion was running through her, raw and unguarded, and her lover was right there with her, protecting her, keeping her close and safe.

He pulled his fingers out, her body jerking at the sensation, and gently kissed his way up her torso, licking the salty sweat from her belly, her sides, her breasts, until his sex-soaked lips met hers.

She groaned with delight, her tongue darting out to taste their shared juices, her arms wrapping around him and pulling him in tight.

He was more than happy to oblige, their tongues dancing as his cock pressed into her yet again. Margot's hips bucked hard, her legs trembling as his penetration set off a daisy-chain of powerful orgasms layered on top of her already ridiculous bliss.

His cock erupted in kind, a staccato burst of cum blasting into her as he thrust. He picked up speed as they shared the intensity, slamming into her with increasing force, their juices splashing up and coating their bellies. Neither cared this was too good. Too perfect.

They fucked like beasts, ravaging one another with the desperate intensity of a starving person at an all-you-can-eat buffet, sampling every taste, every pleasure, every sensation until they thought they'd burst from delight. Then, just when it seemed they had to be done, they went back for more, gorging themselves over and over until they could simply take no more.

Finally, after more orgasms than either could keep track of, they slowed from their frantic hammering into a gentle churning, holding one another close.

Braxxos lifted his face from where he'd buried it in her neck and kissed the corners of her eyes, her salty tears coating his full lips.

"You are my everything," he said, shifting to kiss her, sharing his heart and soul.

"Baby. Oh, my sweet, sweet man," she cooed, happier than she'd ever felt in her life.

Their Infalas grew magnetic in their pull, drawing their chests together as they kissed, the final moment of their consummation approaching as their oddly gentle climax built. Then, without warning, they experienced something new.

They each came, but it wasn't explosive like before, but rather a slow head-to-toe draining sensation as they came together, as if their very souls had left their body, flowed into the other, and now returned home, bringing with it a piece of their mate.

It was more than a sexual sensation. This was love in the deepest of possible ways. A union that was so strong they both found themselves brought to tears as they rode out the moment, destined to be together forever.