Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

I really didn't put up much of a fight for the whole "mated to Drohako" thing, and the alien barbarian almost gives me time to reconsider between orgasms... But maybe it's for the best I'm not overthinking this one too much.

Currently, I'm having trouble forming any thoughts as my alien barbarian mate won't stop eating me out.

I grab a set of his horns and pull with all my might to get him to release my super sensitive clit from between his lips.

My hips press into the ground as I do everything I can to escape his attentions.

But Drohako's tongue doesn't stop, and his fingers push his dripping seed back into my pussy as he does.

Even though his knot released what feels like hours ago, he won't let me find any rest.

"So wasteful of my seed, little human," he growls into the apex of my thighs. "Don't you fucking dare let a drop leave your cunt!"

Once he's scooped the spilled cum from my thighs and plugged it back up into me, he puts two knuckles at my entrance like a cork .

"Drohako, I've got to be more cum than water at this point!" I yelp as his tongue laps firm circles all round my swollen clit.

"Don't care, shut up now, human. Be good for once," he mutters before resuming his sucking.

Another orgasm? I can't let that happen again. There has to be a limit to how many orgasms the human body can handle, right? What if this is the one that makes my heart give out?

When I realize that trying to pry him off by the horns isn't working, I shove my hands down as a barrier between my oversensitive flesh and my alien mate's tongue. He growls, letting one of his sharp teeth break the skin of my knuckle before gathering my wrists easily in his massive palm. He pins my hands against my chest and continues to feast ravenously.

"Drohako, st-stop. It's too much," I whine as my nerves fire so aggressively I'm afraid my brain might short circuit.

"Stop? You were so eager to come just a few minutes ago. I'm just giving you what you want. If the pleasure is too much, consider it a consequence of your own actions." Drohako pops his head up and snarls before diving back down.

It's like I'm running a marathon but actively attempting to avoid the finish line. I'm exhausted. The muscles in my core are burning from overuse. My pussy is probably still gaping from his knot, and my entrance stings where his knuckles plug me up.

I can't come again, I don't have it in me.

At least that's what I tell myself as my muscles coil and tighten.

"I—I—I can't," I sob with each agonizing pulse.

"Be a good fucking girl," he growls, pushing my thigh down as it attempts to snap closed over his head. "Be a good girl and I'll reward you. Listen to your mate."

He speaks as if I could stop the freight train of an orgasm that crashes into me.

Instead of the usual enjoyable clenching feeling, my body shakes uncontrollably.

My eyes roll back as he presses his tongue against me, undulating as some kind of agonizing pleasure rips over my body.

The noises coming from my mouth sound like an injured animal and I'm not sure if I've squirted or wet myself.

Do I even care? It seems like an unimportant detail. I've already lost control of my motor skills.

I can't even remember my own name as Drohako slows his pace. The furious licking of before is replaced by him running his tongue over my outer lips, just skirting the sensitive and swollen flesh of my privates.

Are my eyes shut or open? The only thing in my field of vision is blackness.

I'm still twitching when he gathers me up in his arms. He lays me on some soft platform, and I can hear the sloshing of water.

Starting at my brow, Drohako swipes a wet cloth down my face. My sight slowly comes back into focus, and I see purple hands wringing out red water into the bowl. Slowly and methodically, he wipes the dirt and sweat from my skin. The hours we've spent fucking on the cave floor have tinged my skin crimson, similar to this planet's red earth.

He wets it again and drags it over my tits and torso. I stiffen as his hands dip, expecting him to wash my still throbbing pussy. He pauses at my reaction.

"Calm down human, my tongue cleaned there enough," he says unusually softly.

"Oh, okay," I croak out a little awkwardly.

The cloth drags down the outside of my hips and to my bare feet. I try to tug my foot back as it tickles when he moves the cloth between my toes.

"Stillness, please," Drohako asks with exasperation more than anger.

"Sorry," I tell him, too spent to brat any further.

When he walks away, I wonder what's next. Will I finally sleep? Will he drag me into the healing spring and try to get me back into fucking shape?

Do I dare ask him for rest?

When he comes back, he has a bowl that looks like it was cut from some kind of dried gourd. He dips his fingers in and scoops out a thick and goopy substance.

I push up onto my elbows, groaning as I do, the occasional shake still wracking my body at random intervals.

"What's that?" I ask suspiciously.

"Rendered kurthari fat, with herbs," he says plainly as he warms it between his palms. I can smell the sweet plants as the oils release with the friction of his hands.

"And what exactly are you planning to do with it?" I arch a brow, unsure of where this is going.

"Your reward, as long as you keep behaving." A hint of a smile cracks his face.

I can't go again…and why the fuck does he think he's going to need lube now if he's found it unnecessary for his enormous cocks before?

"Drohako, I really can't fuck. I'm spent?—"

"Lie on your stomach, human." He rolls his eyes with annoyance.

"I'm serious, you'll hurt me if we go much longer." I get a panicky edge to my voice.

As he listens, his face softens .

"I will not fuck you. Calm down. Remember, if you listen to your mate, you will be rewarded." He speaks soft and low. The usual spark of viciousness is gone from his eyes.

"Promise?" I ask, only a little desperate.

"Lie down and be quiet," he whispers, putting his slick hands on my hips and turning me over.

My face buries into a pile of furs, and I realize for the first time that he's placed me into some large, curtained bed.

"You have a bed and we've been fucking on the floor all day?" I bark at him, shocked at the revelation.

"You seem to enjoy being fucked into the dirt."

Well, he's probably not wrong.

When his hands grab the meat of my ass, I tense. I can't help it.

"Drohako, please," I whisper, hoping that whatever he has planned won't break me.

His fingers dig deep into one of my hip joints, like he's searching my muscles for something.

"What are you doing?" I swivel my head to get a better view.

He doesn't answer, but lets his fingers glide over my flesh until he finds a spot of tension. His palm presses and kneads a knot in my glute. The pressure is slightly painful, but in a way where my body will thank him later.

"Are you massaging me?" I ask in disbelief.

"Humans must be quite an advanced species to decipher such mysteries," he scoffs sarcastically before moving to my other hip.

"I just thought that you were going to, I don't know—ugh." I grunt as he gets deeply into a ball of muscle.

"You thought I would rape you?" he says coldly.

"I, I mean…"

"I'd fall upon my blade first," he says as he moves to the small of my back. "It's my job to protect my mate and to ensure you're safe and happy to carry our young. Don't you dare imply I'd ever do that again."

His hands move to my neck, and I groan as he pushes the bones of my shoulder blades aside to press the tips of his fingers deeper into the joint.

"But what—fuckohmygodthatfeelsgood—what if…" I trail off as his fingers release what feels like a lifetime of tension.

"What if what?" he asks, picking up my suddenly much more pliable body and tucking it against his as he sits on the bed. His oily palms cups both of my breasts.

"Hey, you said no sex!"

"How is holding your udders sex?"

"One, please never use that word again, and two…I mean, touching usually leads to sex," I tell him, appalled at his choice in words.

"Don't be stupid." He lifts my heavy breasts, instantly taking the tension off my back. "Breathe, deep breaths."

I almost protest, but the sensation of filling my lungs unencumbered by the weight of my tits is a weirdly amazing feeling.

"In through your nose and out through your mouth," he whispers into my ear, cupping and supporting me in a way I only wish a bra could. I relax back into his chest. "Good girl."

"What if I need you to stop? What if it's actually too much?" I keep breathing, closing my eyes as I focus on the rise and fall of his chest.

"Trust me, I won't hurt you any more than you want me to," he whispers.

"Can we have a safe word?" I ask cautiously .

"I do not know this term. What makes a word safe?"

"It's a word that we don't use in regular conversation. That if one of us says it during our time together, we stop. No questions asked."

He hums a little in your ear, as if he's considering the option.

"If it makes you feel secure, I will do this," he says as he releases my breast. His fingertips move to work the tissue near my armpit, making me wince.

"It would," I grit out through the pain. "You can use it too, if you need to."

Drohako laughs with his entire chest, shaking me in the process. "Very funny, human! What word would you like to choose?"

I think for a moment, and the perfect word flies into my mind.

"Udders. You're not allowed to say it unless something is too painful or too intense. Sound good?" I smile, pleased to have all but eradicated that word from his vocabulary.

"But then what will I call these?" he asks, sliding slick hands over my nipples.

"Breasts, tits, boobs, fun bags, literally anything else."

"Fine." He seems disappointed. "If you say ‘udders' I will stop, no questions asked."

"Thank you." I tilt my head back to meet his golden gaze.

"It's a simple request. Do not make a bigger deal of it than it is, human." He brushes off the gesture and moves his hands to my thighs, sliding more of the sweet-smelling fat down my sore legs.