Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

Regan

T he moment she stepped into my apartment, I pulled Lomax into my arms. My tail wrapped around her waist, and I nuzzled her neck. Her sweet scent and the touch of her body against mine immediately made me hard.

“Hello, small one.”

“Hi there. How is your side?” Her soft hands were already reaching for my shirt, and I quickly pulled it off and tossed it to the side.

She examined me carefully, running her fingers over my green skin until I cupped her ass and ground my aching dick against the curve of her stomach.

“Behave,” she said with a small grin. “I’m trying to make sure you’re healed.”

“I am healed,” I said. “I sent you a picture as you requested.”

“I know,” she said, her fingers moving from my side to smooth across my chest. I squeezed her ass again, glancing at the table where our dinner waited for us. I should make sure my mate was fed and taken care of before I took her to bed, but I’d thought of nothing all day but the smooth slick grip of her pussy.

“Are you starving?” I asked as I cupped her breast and ran my thumb over her nipple.

“No,” she said.

“Good. We will eat after I fuck you.” I picked her up and carried her the short distance to my bed. I set her down gently next to it and peeled off her shirt.

“Regan -”

I kissed my sweet sadora, nipping and sucking at her lips and exploring her mouth with strokes of my tongue until she made those soft needy sounds I was addicted to. Her hands clutched at my thick neck, our bodies grinding against each other. I kissed her throat as I quickly removed her bra.

When I cupped her breasts, my fingers tugging lightly at her nipples, she arched into my touch, her swollen lips parting on a soft moan. I started to push her pants down, and she grabbed my hands. “Regan, we need to talk.”

“We will,” I said, pressing another kiss against her mouth. “But first, I need to taste your pussy, sadora.”

She hesitated, and I kissed her again. “Please, small one.”

She nodded, and, my hands already trembling lightly, I pushed her pants down her legs. She wore panties today, and I smoothed my hands over the soft fabric before unceremoniously pulling them down as well.

She laughed, and I grinned at her as she stepped out of her clothing. I reached between her thighs, cupping her pussy and finding that small bud that brought her so much pleasure. She gripped my forearms, her eyelids fluttering closed as soft moans spilled from her lips. She was already wet, and I slid one thick finger into her narrow entrance, the slick grip making my cock ache with anticipation.

I pulled back before I could give in to my urge to bend her over the bed and shove my cock into her pussy. She whined, her nails digging into my arms before pouting at me. “Regan, don’t stop.”

I traced my finger over her lips before sliding it between them. “Suck, Lomax.”

She cleaned my finger, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Krono, I couldn’t wait to see her sucking on my cock so eagerly. But first…

“Small one, I want you to sit on my face.” I waited for her to protest or to turn shy. It was my experience in the past that the little females always worried about being too heavy, and it took much convincing for them to agree to it.

To my delight, she nodded enthusiastically. “Oh hell, yes. I’ve fantasized about riding your face for about a week now.”

I grinned and squeezed her full ass, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. “Undress me, my mate.”

“Yes, Regan.”

My cock surged with renewed excitement at her obedience. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my briefs down my legs. She knelt to help pull them and my socks off and tossed them all to the side before looking up at me.

I had a moment to register the impish look on her face before her hot wet mouth surrounded my cock. I bellowed gibberish, my brain losing its ability to function and my hips jutting forward. She made a muffled sound of surprise before her tiny hand surrounded the base of my dick, and she sucked with renewed vigor.

“Krono!” I gasped, my body shuddering at the hot suction and the feel of her soft tongue bathing my aching cock with long, eager strokes. Her other hand cupped my balls and gave them a light tug as she sucked hard, and I spit out another garbled string of nonsense as my eyes rolled back in my head.

Krono, my little mate, was trying to suck me dry, and I could not believe how close I was to losing control. I cupped the back of her delicate skull, staring down at her as she sucked and licked, the light scrape of her teeth only adding to my pleasure.

“Small one,” I said hoarsely, “you come first, remember?”

She scowled and released me. “I want you to come in my mouth, Regan, and I want it right now.”

“Fuck,” I muttered the Earth curse word as my hips bucked forward and precum spurted from my dick. Lomax smiled smugly and licked the head clean with a flourish before sucking my dick back into her mouth with a look of triumph.

I fisted her hair and tugged. “Look at me, sadora.”

She looked up, her big brown eyes arrowing in on mine as I thrust my dick deeper into her mouth.

“Such a good little mate to suck me so well,” I growled as I fucked her mouth. “You will swallow all of the seed I give you. Do you understand?”

She nodded, and I made another growl of approval. “That is my good mate.”

I thrust harder, and when she gave my balls another gentle tug, my orgasm washed over me like the heavy waves of the Gardian Sea. I groaned her name, my hand tightening in her hair as I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed frantically, her head bobbing as she worked to do what I demanded of her. When I had emptied myself into her mouth, I pulled out of her mouth, pleased at how her swollen lips were shiny with my cum.

I rubbed my thumb across her mouth before lifting her to her feet and kissing her. The faint taste of gallberries crossed my tongue, and she moaned into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

“Good mate,” I said again, petting her soft hair. “You are such a good mate to me, small one.”

She licked her swollen lips, and I smoothed her hair back from her face. “Time for your reward for pleasing me.”

* * *

Lomax

My jaw and knees ached like hell, but I didn’t care. What did a little pain matter when Regan’s taste lingered in my mouth, when he gave me that look of pride and desire, when my pussy ached mercilessly for him?

He stretched out on the bed and crooked his finger at me. “Come get your reward, sadora.”

I practically fell over myself to get on the damn bed. Not caring that I looked awkward and uncoordinated, I climbed clumsily over Regan’s massive body and planted my knees on either side of his face. He licked my inner thigh, which was coated with a shameful amount of my cum, before smiling at me and wrapping his big hands around my thighs.

He pulled me down to his face and slicked his tongue across my soaking wet lips before pressing it against my clit. I cried out, any inhibition that might have remained disappearing completely.

I gripped his hair in one hand, braced my other on his broad chest, and rode his face like he was a bucking bronco, and I was the cowgirl determined to tame him. He licked and sucked at my clit, his tongue never slowing or hesitating. When he stiffened it and slid it into me, I cried his name, my hand tightening in his hair as I rocked my pussy against his mouth.

Oh God, Regan ate my pussy like it was his sole mission in life. Like the only thing that mattered to him, the only thing he was made for in this world was to eat my pussy. I moaned and gasped and quivered as his talented tongue returned to my clit. When he sucked hard on it, I shrieked, my hips bucking and my pussy grinding against his lips and tongue as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

My body shook wildly, and I was a boneless, gasping mess when Regan lifted me off of him. He sat up with a wild look of deep need on his face, put me on my hands and knees, and knelt between my thighs.

I looked behind me and had a second to register that he was hard as a rock again before he pulled my thighs apart and entered me.

I moaned, gripping the sheets in tight fists as Regan’s thick cock breached my pussy. Despite the obvious need on his face, he went slowly, one big hand holding my hip as he pushed forward relentlessly.

I tried to scoot forward as my pussy protested the pressure, the stretch, the slight burn of his invasion. His hand clamped tighter on my hip, and his other hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me immobile as he continued to push forward.

“Too full,” I panted, biting hard at my bottom lip.

“I know, my mate,” he soothed but didn’t stop.

“It’s too much, Regan,” I whined, reaching back to dig my nails into the firm flesh of his arm.

“Shh, sadora. You can take all of me.”

“I can’t,” I whimpered. “Not like this.”

“You can,” he said firmly. “Be my good mate and do as I say.”

I cried out when he reached between my legs and rubbed my overstimulated clit. I squirmed against his fingers, the feel of his rough fingertips immediately distracting me from the neverending cock that was filling my pussy.

“Good, sadora,” he said, his fingers leaving my clit. “You are my good girl to take all of me.”

“Oh God,” I breathed, rocking forward when he made a few shallow thrusts. “Oh God, so full.”

“I know,” he repeated, his big hand rubbing my lower back before he pressed me down until I was ass up and head down. “You will take your fucking like a good mate.”

“Yes, Regan,” I moaned, not objecting when he pushed my thighs wider and ran one heavy hand over my ass.

“Good, sadora,” he said, the pride in his voice making me feel good. “Your little pussy is so pretty like this, stuffed full of my cock, ready to take my cum like a good mate does.”

I moaned again as Regan moved in and out, his hands holding my hips in a loose grip. He lifted me slightly and pushed a pillow under my midsection.

“Better,” he said before lifting my hips slightly and making another firm thrust.

I reared up as a bolt of pleasure rocketed through my pussy. Oh fuck, Regan had found my G-spot again, and I would never fucking survive it.

A murmur of approval from Regan and his hand wound in my hair, pulling until I stared at the ceiling. He fucked me hard, each stroke pressing the head of his cock against that perfect spot until I was a moaning, begging, quivering mess.

“Please, Regan,” I sobbed, my body screaming for relief when he slowed his strokes. “Oh please, oh please.”

“Are you my good mate?” he asked, his fingers tracing circles on my lower back.

“I need to come,” I pleaded.

“Are you my good mate?” he repeated, making another shallow thrust that didn’t give me the relief I craved.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m your good mate.”

“Will you allow another to touch you? To fuck you?” Regan reached under me and cupped my right breast, rolling my tight, sensitive nipple between his fingers.

“No,” I whimpered. “No, I won’t. I promise.”

“Good, sadora,” he said with a noticeable smugness that I didn’t give one fuck about. All I cared about was getting relief from the tightrope of pleasure Regan had me on.

“Regan!” I nearly wailed. “Please!”

“Come for me, small mate,” he said and fucked me with hard deep thrusts.

I screamed, my voice breaking as the pleasure broke in my body, making me convulse and twitch and clamp around Regan’s cock. He shouted harshly before his body tensed, and he made one final powerful thrust that flattened me to the bed as his big body covered mine and cut off my ability to breathe.

His warm breath panting in my ear, he twitched and shook as warmth flooded my pussy. Just when I thought I might pass out from lack of oxygen, he moved off of me, pulling me on top of him as he collapsed on the bed.

I sprawled across his body, my chest heaving for air as he whispered words I couldn’t comprehend and stroked my hair. My heart thundered in my chest, and I still quivered with the last of my orgasm. I had no idea how much time had passed before my head cleared, and I could understand what Regan said.

“Good mate. You came so hard for me. You are a good girl, my sadora.”

He pressed a kiss to my temple, and I kissed his chest. “Oh God, Regan.”

“I am very pleased with my sadora,” he said.

I laughed faintly. “Thank you.”

“I speak the truth,” he said, kissing my sweaty temple again. “I have never had a little female take all of me in that position before.”

“Superstar pussy,” I said with a weak fist bump in the air.

“Does your pussy hurt?” he asked.

“A little,” I said.

He squeezed my ass gently before leaving me on the bed and walking naked to the kitchen. He returned with a bottle of gallberry juice and sat me up before sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. “Drink, my mate.”

I drank the juice, relishing the energy it brought to my wrung-out body. “Thank you, Regan.”

“You are welcome.” He smoothed my hair back from my sweaty face before nudging my thighs apart. Not to be indelicate, but I had a damn waterfall of his cum sliding out of my pussy, and I watched silently as he took some of it and carefully rubbed it into my breasts and my upper chest.

When he was finished, he urged me to drink more juice before resting his forehead against mine. “Thank you for allowing me this ritual, Lomax.”

“I’ve never let another Draax do that,” I said. I didn’t know why, but it was suddenly important that he knew he had at least been my first in something.

He didn’t try to hide the satisfaction that crossed his face. In fact, he gave me a rare grin. “This pleases me.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m glad.”

We studied each other briefly before I said, “So, you’re not into threesomes, huh?”

His face flushed dark green. “I have had threesomes before.”

Oh yeah? Because you were pretty clear that I wasn’t allowed to let anyone else fuck me,” I said.

His face turned even darker green, but he stared steadily at me enough. “Because you are my mate, and I will not share you.”

“Not even if that’s what I want?” I asked, not sure why I was poking this particular bear.

His nostrils flared, and he cupped the back of my neck in a firm grip. “No, small one. Not even then. You are not allowed to let another touch you. You will do as your mate asks. Do you understand?”

Weirdly turned on by his possessiveness, I nodded. His tense body relaxed, and he kissed me. “Drink the rest of your juice, Lomax.”

I cupped his face. “We need to talk about this mate thing, Regan. Right now, okay?”

“Yes, sadora,” he said, a strange mix of resignation and determination on his face.