38. AHANE

The water was so relaxing that he hadn’t surged to arousal, and they both seemed to enjoy the warm shallows between the two states. And her compliment that she enjoyed his cock even when it was not hard had warmed him in a different way.

He adored her playing with his cock, and every tenth time she devoured his honey, but he never knew when that tenth time would be. But the way she kissed him after he obediently spent himself for her told him all he needed to know. She wanted his honey every time, but she loved the game so much she made it sweeter for both of them by pretending to ignore it.

She released his shaft and gave him a wicked grin. “I do love watching you finish.”

“You love feeling me finish inside you,” he growled. The way she bucked and writhed on his engorged cock terrified him and thrilled him in equal measure. It also amused him to no end such a little creature ordered him around with such impunity. She knew what she wanted. She had faith he could provide it, and she expected him to do just that.

“I suppose.” She twirled hair around one finger. “I also love telling you to get down there after you’ve cum and clean me up. With your tongue. Which always gets you hard again.”

She shifted so her breasts pressed against his chest and she cupped his swelling cock in her hand. She squeezed, then moved her hand lower to press his balls up against the base.

“I can feel these churning,” she told him sweetly, shoving his balls right up against his pelvis.

“What do you expect?” He twitched all over.

“I love that feeling.” She held his balls there, rolling her hand slightly. “I wonder if I could make you cum just like this.”

“You’d rather I be inside you.” They both knew she loved him being inside her, fucking her. “So why don’t you turn around?—”

Squeeze.

He laughed, gasped, and his cock spurted.

Undeterred, he backed up to the small tile square in the center of the shower basin. She released his body and watched while he sat down and then he beckoned to her.

She smiled as she nudged her way between his knees. He bent and bathed her nipples in turn with his tongue. She sighed. Her breasts weren’t especially arousing for her, but she still enjoyed his enjoyment of the textures and weight and shape, and that he thought they were beautiful and arousing. She relaxed under his hands, her body softening, the tension that was always there flowing away. He reached around with his tail and caressed the triangle of skin where the tip of her now-absent tail was, just above the cleft of her rump. That made her skin prickle all over in the way playing with her breasts did not.

He teased the cleft of her ass with his tail, just slipping the tip of his tail between the two cheeks. She gasped and shifted. She liked that too, and when he drew his tail all around each cheek and teased the fold where her ass met her thigh.

She pushed him away, gently, and smiled at him before she turned around, bent over to grab her ankles, and presented her ass and pussy to him.

He groaned something in High Dialect. The intricate folds and ripples of flesh glistened, and the little teardrop betrayed she was as damp for him as he was rigid for her.

He gripped her ass—very gently—and pulled her apart a bit more. She squirmed as he did so. He curled his tail around and dipped the tip into her pussy and she moaned immediately. He bent forward and drew his tongue over her asshole, teasing and savoring the skin—while his tail shifted into a small rounded spike shape and teased just inside her pussy. She moaned and cursed at him as he tapped and teased the wet teardrop and tongued her behind.

He gently tapped her pussy with his tail, just dipping in and out in rapid, staccato succession. She moaned. “I want to cum on your cock.”

His cock jolted with a spurt of honey. He had to stop and breathe to control the churning. He slid his tail inside her and she cried out while he struggled to keep his balls from exploding as his cock head flared from being so rigid.

She swatted his tail away and turned back around to face him. He drew her down across his legs as she grasped his cock and guided it against her pussy, sinking down along his length. She arched back against his hands and made a soft moaning noise that stroked his hearts.

“Careful,” he warned her as she sank all the way on him, his body pushing her apart and struggling to take him. Didn’t she realize?—

She threw her head back and moaned. Her exposed throat moved with gasping noises and she moved on him using her knees for leverage. She hooked one hand around his neck and leaned back.

He uttered a curse in High Dialect as she moved and swiveled her hips slightly, working his cock in and out of her while she dangled from his neck.

She pulled herself flush with him and rose up, then sank down on him with a moan. He groaned and grabbed the sides of the cube so he didn’t grab her and pin her on his cock. He grit his teeth as she rose up again until just the tip of his cock was inside her.

She plunged back down his length and his balls betrayed him, exploding upwards through his shaft and filling her with honey in long, wracking pulses. She laughed, eyes dilated to starless voids, and breathed softly against his neck as she came, her body grabbing and stroking his.

He shuddered as his body drained itself into her and her motions became slicker and wetter as she used him to savor her own orgasm.

Breathing hard, he gently grasped her ass and steadied her, holding her close while his body gave a final jerk.

His mind cleared slightly as he panted.

“So much,” she whispered to him. “So much cum.”

She quivered on a final jolt.

She sighed contentedly and sank down his softening length. “I do love you.”

His hearts warmed, even as he quelled the concern that he had not bound within her—it didn’t happen for all mated pairs, even in a lifetime it might never happen.

But they needed it to happen, and the cosmos seemed intent on denying them.

He nuzzled her neck. “I love you, precious flower.”

He felt her entire being smile.

What would he do if the Temple wouldn’t help them?