5. KVella

five

K'Vella

I 'm not entirely sure what I expect to happen when I invite Holoth into the nest. Maybe he'll tear my dress off me, spread me out on the furs, and have his way with me. Maybe he'll put me on my hands and knees and hike my skirt up so he can take me in the beastly way that his kind enjoys.

When he pulls me to the furs with him, I think we're about to get to it, but then he holds me. His breathing is hard against my face as his eyes scan me for something I don't know. His lips are so close that I can feel their softness if I tilt my face.

I shift in his grasp. My lower hands trail over his chest, marveling at the smooth skin underneath my hands and the hard ridges of his muscles. I trace over the lines of his dark markings. My upper hands are on his shoulders, squeezing while I wait for him to initiate this coupling.

Holoth takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the warmth of it tickling my nose so much that I wiggle it. His purr rumbles deep in his chest, and I can't stop just how much I love the sound. A part of me wonders if I'll get it as much when he's not in rut and trying to keep me calm enough to seduce me.

"I'm going to attempt to be gentle with you for our first time, but it's difficult with how strong the rut is," Holoth says.

His words cause my chest to flush violet. I hope he doesn't mind it once the clothing comes off. He doesn't need to like it, but I can't help but wonder if maybe there's something here. Not because I think there's an actual chance this male will want anything to do with me when he's not in rut. He won't. I'm only ever wanted when there's something I can offer, and once he's done with his rut there won't be anything he needs from me.

He's the first—and technically only male—to tell me he wants to be in my life long-term. He asked it so he could be in our child's life. Honestly, that's more than I thought I was going to get. It's more than anyone else has ever offered me.

I had every expectation of being with Holoth through this rut, staying cooped up in his room until his next one and continuing like that until I became pregnant. Now he's offering me this chance of a relationship, a chance of companionship, and it's so hard for me not to want it. Not when the only thing I've ever wanted is a family. A real, loving family.

"Take me how you need to." I roll my hips into his, making myself acutely aware of how much he wants me. He bites back a groan and closes his eyes. "I saw the videos. It doesn't scare me. Varon males get rough, too. I can take rough."

Holoth growls low in his chest, rolling our bodies so he's on top of me, spreading my legs wide, and pinning me down to the furs. He bares his teeth at me, his hand flexing against my chest, close to my neck, like he wants to wrap his hand around me there to keep me more manageable.

"You made this nest for me," Holoth snarls. "Do not speak of other males when we're in it."

"And if I do?" I ask with a smile, rolling my hips into his.

"I want to be sweet to you," Holoth says, but his growl and the bite in his words suggest he wants the opposite.

Based on the study material he sent me last night, he wants to be sweet only because he thinks he needs to be. It makes me wonder what videos he acquainted himself with last night. I should've sent him some of my favorites because he wouldn't be treating me like I might break if he knew how Varons are in the bedroom.

"I've seen how your males treat their females." I grab his backside with my lower hands and grind myself into him, the skirt of my dress falling higher up my thighs, revealing more and more of my pelt. "I want that."

Holoth blinks rapidly, his purr stuttering out the growl before he moves too fast for me to understand. He rolls me onto my stomach, pulls my hips into the air, and mounts me from behind with a hand tangled in my hair. He arches my back, and I can feel his hard breathing against the back of my neck.

"You want me to take you like a female in heat, K'Vella?" he asks, the words muttered so close to my neck I can feel his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin. "You want this cunt filled over and over until you're unable to move?"

"Please," I moan and wiggle against him.

He purrs hard against me as he lowers his body over mine. His lips wrap around the back of my neck, pressing a soft kiss against it. When his lips leave my neck, he lets go of my hair and shimmies out of his pants. He doesn't bother removing my dress. He pushes it up over my hips, revealing my lower half to him.

His purr never ceases rumbling, even when he sits back on his heels. When I shift to see what he's doing, my flush burns even hotter in my chest. His stare is so intense and filled with desire that it has me curling my toes and basking in his admiration of my body.

He palms between my legs and makes soft, circular rubbing motions against me. When I let out a low, throaty moan and shift myself to grind against his hand, he grunts his approval. He folds himself over me, his hand continuing its slow, steady rubbing to get me warmed up and softening me so my body is accepting of him. It's something that Varon females with all of their reproductive organs need so they can be penetrated. Technically, it's not required since I no longer seal up, but it feels wonderful and prepares me for what's to come.

Holoth locks his lips around the back of my neck again, this time scraping the skin gently with his teeth as he continues his soft movements against me. I can feel myself warming, my body aching for more. Holoth's purr vibrates through my body, keeping me relaxed as he stokes the fire burning inside me.

"Fingers," I moan when I'm ready for more.

Holoth rubs against me for a moment longer before two of his fingers slip between my folds and nudge gently inside of me. So much for him being rough like he kept threatening. He's slow and gentle. It's much too gentle to get me where I need to be. The senses in my nerves are dulled after my surgeries. I need more than what he's giving me if I'm going to find my pleasure.

"More, Holoth, I need more," I pant, wiggling against him in an attempt to entice him into giving me what I want.

"Don't want to hurt you," he says, or at least I think he does. The words are muffled on my neck because he's refusing to release it from his gentle bite.

"You won't. I promise. Please, I need more," I whine and grab his hand to show him what I need.

He growls a warning and bites down harder on the back of my neck. I moan deep and primal, wanting to know what it'd feel like if he split my pelt with his teeth and held me down while he rutted me.

"Fuck," Holoth grunts against my neck, attempting to remove himself from being laid over my back. Nope, that won't do.

I reach back with my lower hands and grab for him, pulling him back down against me. I lean my shoulders further down to hold myself up with my head tilted to one side and reach behind me with my upper hands. I grab his head, and he grunts in what I'm hoping is approval at my rough handling of him. He follows my lead as I pull him back down to my neck and hold him there.

"Bite my fucking neck and fuck me like you hate me, Holoth," I say, pressing my ass against his cock and grinding against it so he understands without a shadow of a doubt what I want.

He takes exactly half a second to make up his mind. His teeth bite down hard enough to bruise as he positions himself against me and thrusts into me with one solid thrust. I gasp out at the pain of the teeth and the satisfaction of filling full. Holoth's purr rumbles through the room, easing the pain in my neck.

Holoth says something, but his mouth is too full for me to make it out. It sounds like he's worried about hurting me, so I wrap my hands on his thighs and press my nails into his skin until it hurts just as bad as his teeth do in my neck. He snarls and bites down harder. His hips snap as he pushes himself fully into me, and I feel the rough texture of his knot before it's inflated. I groan against the furs and tangle my hand in his hair. I must have tugged the binding of his braid off because I can grab handfuls and keep him close to me.

"Harder, please," I whine low in my throat.

I'm desperate for this, eager to be physical when it's been so long. Holoth doubles his efforts at fucking me, just as enthusiastic as me for this coupling. He grabs my hips with one of his hands, using his strength to pull me back against him as he thrusts into me.

I let out a sound that would be unflattering if made anywhere except in the bedroom. It spurs Holoth more, making it clear he's figured out what I need from him.

He tries to say something against my neck without removing his teeth. When I don't understand, he bites down harder, and I cry out. "Yes, please!"

His purr fills my ears and rumbles through my body, and that's when I feel his knot beginning to swell. The thickness of it starts to open me more as he thrusts in and out of me. He doesn't slow. If anything, he picks up the pace. My nails bite into his thighs, my fingers pull at his hair, and it only makes him fuck into me harder. The base of his knot opens me too full before he pulls it back out.

"Please, knot me," I cry out. I've never felt so full in my life, and there's something so comforting in it. I need to feel him inside me, locked into me, trying his hardest to knock me up. "Holoth, please, knot me, please."

He wraps an arm around my waist and another around my chest as he pushes himself inside of me once more. I come apart as his teeth pierce my pelt. His purr is so loud I can't hear myself calling his name over the low rumble. His knot swells unbelievably large as he pumps my womb full of his seed.

My body convulses underneath him. My wrists burn with something I've never felt before. His arms keep me locked close to his body as I reach the peak and start to fall back down. His teeth don't leave my neck until my breathing has slowed and I realize what we just did.

"So fucking good," Holoth mumbles as he presses soft kisses along the bite on the back of my neck. His tongue drags over the wound, and it sends shivers of pleasure through my body. "Such an agreeable little female."

I huff out a sound of laughter at his words. I'm much bigger than any Rytharian female. I know that much for certain. I'm barely smaller than Holoth. His words come from how he's heard other Rytharians speak to their females, but it's still sweet.

"When do you need to go again?" I ask, looking over my shoulder to see more of Holoth.

He keeps licking at my bite and placing the softest kisses against it. From the videos I watched last night, Rytharians enjoy biting during couplings. It has nothing to do with mating like it does for Varons.

Still, it makes me feel warm and complete in a way I'm not used to. I only wish the bite wasn't on the back of my neck because I'd like to admire it when I'm on my own.

"Soon," Holoth says. "Was this too much?" he asks as he licks at the bite again. "I've never bitten anyone before. I didn't even think about it."

I swell with pride that I don't think I've really earned. Something is invigorating about knowing I'm the first one Holoth's ever been with. The only one he's ever bitten. It means more to me than it does to him, but I don't think he understands that right now, given how lost he is in his rut. Honestly, I'm not thinking about the consequences right now, either.

"I like it."

"Yeah?" Holoth asks, sounding a bit surprised.

He thrusts into me or tries to. I'm pretty sure he's checking to see how close he is to being able to take me again. All of my research told me we'd be stuck like this for up to half an hour, so I don't know why he thinks he might be able to take me again after less than five minutes.

"Can I do it again?" he asks and then growls at himself. "I want to do it again. I want you covered in bites. My bites, all over your shoulders, neck, body." He growls again, trying to pull himself out of me, and snarls when he doesn't budge.

"You need to learn some patience," I mumble into the furs.

Holoth leans over my body, his mouth close to mine. I can see the blood staining his lips, and it has something tightening in my lower belly and causing my wrists to burn again. I wince at the pain and reach up to rub at my pelt.

"A male in rut doesn't have much patience," he says, looking at where I'm rubbing my wrists and running a hand over one side.

"What's wrong?" He has a curious expression as if he's not surprised by whatever's hurting me, or maybe he knows what it is. I don't know how, but maybe this is part of Rytharian coupling I'm not used to because I'm not actually someone from his species.

"Weird pain in my wrists," I say. "It's over now. It only lasts for a second, but it's happened twice now."

Holoth's jaw clenches, and I can see it ticking in the corners. His cock twitches inside of me, testing the knot's hold.

"You tell me if it gets worse."

He rubs his nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, and then sighs in frustration. As far as I'm aware, he's wearing a pheromone blocker, which means he can't smell anything. The fact that he wants to smell me and seems upset that he can't makes me want him to take the blocker out so he can.

Holoth groans when it's clear his knot isn't softening for a while. He pulls me up against his body before flopping us down on our sides so he's spooning me. My dress is still pulled up over my hips, and his hands find their way between my legs, rubbing against me, keeping me nice and warm for him.

"Do you want me to pull the dress off?" I ask, feeling my chest flush dark violet.

"Please," Holoth's plea is warm and dark.

I carefully pull the dress up and off my body, tossing it outside the nest so it isn't in our way. I don't miss how Holoth cranes his head over my shoulder to stare down my body. His hands leave from between my legs in an instant so he can cup my breasts. I know they're small compared to what females of his kind have, but he stares at them with a hunger that makes me feel like he enjoys them all the same.

"I knew they'd be violet," he says to himself.

He wraps his mouth around my shoulder and runs his teeth along the unmarred pelt. I moan and press myself closer to him. He alternates between rubbing between my legs to keep me warm and cupping and squeezing my breasts.

Before I know it, his knot is slipping from me, and he's spreading my legs to take me again. This time, there's a bite in my shoulder, and the burning in my wrists moves up my arms to my elbows. The third time, my other shoulder is bitten. When he lowers his head to me, and my mouth can wrap around the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, I suck on it hard, loving the burning sensation in my wrists at this point. When I run my teeth against his skin, he fills me with his knot and murmurs soft things against the newest bite mark.

My eyes grow heavy, and I need a quick nap to get myself ready for our next session. Holoth rolls us so he's on his back, and I'm lying on top of him as I try to find sleep. He rubs his hands down my pelt and mumbles sweet things under his breath that I'm not completely able to make out.

I take his sweet words into my dreams and am filled with the best thoughts. Holoth's voice tells me over and over again that he'll be the best mate, that he'll get my marks to show up, and that he'll love all our young.

It's the best dream I've had in so long that I almost don't want to wake up because the truth is, if I'm pregnant after this rut, I might only see him every so often when he wants to see his child. I push those thoughts back and bask in the dreams until reality comes to take me back to my actual life.