Episode Fourteen Highlight of My Life

A zael

I love this game. I hate this game. This female is driving me insane and all I can think is that I want more.

"Do you want me to take you here?" I ask again. I can't read her mind and don't want to hurt her. I will do anything for this female.

"No," she finally says. " I want to take you right here on the forest floor."

She squats between my feet and undoes the tie on my leggings. My cock is straining to get free as the pelts slide over it on their way to the ground.

It's then I see it. The look on her face. She's told me enough about her life in the Up Above. The things she was forced to do. Until this minute, she was having fun, teasing me, perhaps even discovering her own needs and desires. This is different. She looks entranced. No, that's not the right word. Driven. Not by lust, but by the past.

Her shoulders, which have been held so proudly, are hunched. Not only aren't her eyes on my face, they're not on me at all. Her gaze is unfocused, staring at nothing. It seems she's not here in the forest with me at all.

Dropping to my knees, I hold her by the shoulders and stick my face in front of hers.

"Is this what you want, mate? To suck my cock? Because I'd love that. But I'm not from Up Above. I only want what's freely given."

She freezes, blinks, then shakes her head and looks at me, bewildered.

"We were having fun, weren't we, love? You were teasing me, enjoying the feel of my body underneath your fingertips. Then you forgot who you were for a minute, forgot who I was, right?" I ask, my face still so close to hers I can feel her soft breaths.

We're both on our knees in the dirt. My leggings are wrapped around my ankles. She throws herself at me.

"You're right. I… I went on autopilot. I'm sorry."

I kiss her lips. It's a sweet kiss, not meant to persuade her.

"Don't be sorry. When we come together, my love, I want all of you. Your body and your mind."

Tipping her head back to look through the canopy of trees, she lets the biggest smile shine on her face.

"How do you know me so well? And how did I have the amazing luck to meet a male as perfect as you? And did you notice that you just called me love not once, but twice?" She was back to her joking self, but now gives me the most serious look. "Did you mean it Azael? The love word?"

I touch the skin over her heart with my fingertips, spear her with my most sincere gaze, and say, "You've been my love since the bite, no, before that. I just didn't want to scare you by saying it out loud."

She eases to me, still on her knees, and hugs me to her. It must not seem right to her, because she pulls off her tunic and tosses it over her shoulder, then does the same with mine.

"Me, Nadira, formerly of Up Above, but forever more from Down Below, would like to suck the cock of Azael, leader of the monk tribe and my mate . It will just be between him and me. No one else is invited."

Keeping my hand over her heart, I place my other hand over my own heart.

"You touch me, Nadira of Down Below. You touch my heart. Now that it's just you and me, I'd be very, very, very happy to have you wrap your lips around me."

There's nothing rote about what she does next. She keeps her gaze on me as her palms settle on my shoulders, then slide down my chest.

"Handsome male," she says, her gaze never flinching from mine.

Then she bends lower and breathes on the head of my cock. We both watch as it bobs in appreciation. When her tongue swirls around my crown, the sensation is so compelling I close my eyes to better pay attention to how good it feels to have my female, my mate, pleasure me.

Her head bobs as low as it can go as both her hands surround my shaft and work me in tandem with her mouth.

Monks don't do this, at least none I've heard of, but I can see why this is a favorite pastime of the males Up Above. It is like taking a trip to heaven.

"So good," I tell her when I gather the ability to make my mouth form words.

Memorizing this moment, I pay attention to the smell of the pines and the chill of the air. The wet sounds of her mouth on me, the little moans of pleasure she makes—that sound will stay with me forever because it announces how much she loves to make me feel good. She's a gift from the gods, this female.

To help her stay here with me and not slip away again, I run my fingers through her hair, sliding my nails gently against her scalp.

"You're a treasure, Nadira." I want to help her remember whose body she's adoring. "So generous."

My balls feel heavy, signaling I'm ready to come. Before I can warn her, I release hot jets of my essence into her mouth. She moans in pleasure and keeps milking me until I whisper, "Perfect," and pull us both to standing.

I lift her in my arms, cradling her like a baby, then say earnestly, "That was and will always be one of the highlights of my life."

"I feel like a true mate for the first time in my life," she says as she rests her head on my chest, her fingers curled around my shoulders.

Although I've been the leader of the monks for years, until today I've never felt like a king.