Episode Eleven Say My Name

D eklan

She's nibbling at her bottom lip, assessing the truth of my words.

"Do you… do you think you could ever bring yourself to… like me?"

Her softly worded question is like a punch to the gut. The poor female wants love, just like we all do.

"I already like you. I'm going to ask you as many questions as you asked me today. And when I get to know you, I'm going to like you even more, Alliana."

This eases her to the point she lets her eyes drift shut and lays her head on my chest. Her tunic isn't sewn yet, and Luka accidentally ruined the flimsy thing she wore yesterday. She's been naked on my lap all morning, so it's not difficult at all to follow Mirron's instructions.

"I'll get to know your mind soon, female, but now I'm going to learn your body."

I rearrange her so her back is against my front and then I drape her legs wide, her ankles hooked over my open thighs.

I'd been with a few females in the wolven camps. They were passed around for a price—some fresh-killed meat, a few sips of homemade beer. Since then, I've grown used to Mirron's thick minotaur body.

I've never held anyone as fragile as this female who dropped in from Up Above.

I stick the needle through the skin we've been working on so we don't lose the valuable thing in the dirt, then set the bundle to the side.

"I don't want to hurt you, little one," I say as I rub my calloused palms up the inside of her thighs. "You're the softest thing I've ever touched," I breathe against her delicate neck. Mirron's neck is three times as thick. It's thicker than her thigh.

"No," she says as her tiny palms slide up the inside of my thighs, her fingers combing through my fur, "you're wrong. I think you're the softest thing, Deklan."

My cock punches against her ass as a hot puff of air escapes my mouth. This female is priceless. She's not playing at being afraid, not pretending she's not interested. She's flirting with me in the sweetest way possible. No wonder Luka is already smitten with her. She's precious.

"My claws," I warn. "They don't retract like my feline little brother. If I so much as breathe on you too hard, if I hurt your delicate skin, you must promise to tell me. Promise."

"Yes, Deklan."

I use the pad of my finger to glide through her feminine lips, already slick for me. She releases a little sigh of pleasure, but I'm a greedy male. I bring my finger to my lips to lick her essence.

"You taste better than honey, Little Flower. I'm going to lap you up."

Her muscles had been coiled tight until this moment. There's something about what just happened. Maybe it's how intently I'm trying to be gentle, maybe it's my compliments, or the little endearment I used, but she melts in my arms.

Her relaxing against me is all the consent I need to pick her up, return to the cave, and settle her in our pile of bed furs.

I suck the tiny pink points of her breasts into my mouth, assuming that because of their size they couldn't possibly be as responsive as the few other females I've shared the furs with. Just the opposite. Little Alliana groans with pleasure when I pluck her dainty buds. She thrusts them into my hands in a silent request for more.

When I use my small front teeth with just the slightest pressure, she writhes and opens her legs wide. Even my front teeth, although they're not fangs, are pointed just like the wolves my kind are said to descend from. Instead of terrifying her, she breathes, "More," on barely more than a sigh.

"You like this, Alliana? You like my touch?" I ask, though her pleasure is obvious.

"Mmm," is all she says as she grabs the thick fur on my back and presses me against her breast to keep me from pulling away.

I love when Mirron talks sex to me. He made me come using little more than his words a few hours ago. With Alliana, I love her shy silence and the way she urges me to give her more with just her tentative touch.

"I can't wait another moment," I growl, then crouch between her open legs, split her wide, and nuzzle between her pretty pink nether lips.

"Mmm," she encourages, so I lap at her pussy, delving my tongue deep to gather all her juices.

"Oh!"

Every word to fall from her lips is encouragement, so I mentally vow not to disappoint. I lick as far into her channel as I can reach, then slide my tongue out, up between her lips, and lap at her little bud until her head thrashes back and forth in our nest.

Then I thrust into her pretty pussy, slide back up, and flutter on her little pleasure bud until she forgets she doesn't like to talk during sex.

"Please, please, please," she's begging, but I need to hear one special word in particular and I won't stop until I hear it. "Don't be mean. Please!" Her tone is desperate, bordering on angry.

It only makes me flutter faster against her little nubbin until the word, "Deklan!" tears from her throat.

That is the magic word. It pleases me to no end to flick faster and harder until her nails dig into my shoulders. Her thighs clamp against my arms so hard I imagine she'll have bruises there in time for supper. She keens wordless sounds so loudly I'm certain Mirron must hear from wherever he's guarding us nearby.

For long moments, I don't allow myself to feel guilty. He's the one who set this in motion. As soon as the guilt descends, I move into action. He told me to fuck her, to "get her ready" for him. I love to take orders from him.

I'm going to do that the moment little Alliana's eyes flutter open.