28. Chapter 28

Almighty gods, nothing had prepared me for this. All blood left my body and accumulated in my cock as it exploded inside her. I felt catapulted out into the universe, where absolute blackness surrounded me while an immense pleasure ravaged my body and what was left of my mind.

It was as if my very soul had left me and soared into the sky. Never had I felt freer in my life than in that moment, anchored to this female.

Ever so slowly, I returned to my body, taking note of how sensitive my flesh felt, the sensation of breath against my chest, fine hair tickling my arms, and the slight weight on top of me.

She lifted her head, and her pointy chin lay on my breastbone, but I gladly took this little discomfort as it grounded me and brought my senses back to my body and hers .

Her eyes were all pupils as she stared at me. The hard beat of her heart was a telltale sign that she had enjoyed our coupling as much as I had , and I was glad for it.

There had been moments when I feared I would embarrass myself by coming too soon before she was ready. My limited tutoring had filled me in on the anatomy of gallies and how they worked, and I found little difference so far between the human and the Vandruk ones—little but significant. Like the buds on Gwyn's breasts, so sensitive and tantalizing.

The hair hiding her entrance was another difference, and I could hardly wait to explore her fully and discover more. The idea that there would be a later, that I would have all the time in the world to explore this amazing gallis to my heart's content, filled with so much happiness, made me think I would burst.

For now, though, I was more than content to lie here with her and to bathe in the aftermath of our coupling.

Despite the differences, my tutor's words that a gallis's pleasure always came first haunted me throughout the act. It took more willpower than I had ever had to employ to stop myself from coming too soon.

The wait and effort had been well worth it. Just remembering the look of utter ecstasy on Gwyn's face hardened my cock into readiness. With her swollen lips and her tousled hair, she looked like a goddess, having stepped down from Koranae to bless me with her presence.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked when I was sure I could trust my voice.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," she assured me, but her words were still like daggers. As if sensing it, she added, "It was worth it. This was the best sex of my life."

"It was, eh?" I couldn't stop the idiotic, self-satisfied grin spreading across my face. I didn't like that she was hurting. We should have waited. But now that we were in Dzur-Khan's company, I had wanted to cement our mating more than before. Just in case my old friend hatched any ideas regarding Gwyn.

"You are mine now, and we can wait until you are completely healed before we do this again."

She stilled. "What does that exactly mean? I'm yours now?"

"That we are mated. You are my khadahrshi," I explained. Hadn't I told her before?

She slipped off me, and my cock went flaccid in a pout for leaving his warm sheath.

"Time out." She formed her hands into a funny gesture. "You think that we are married now? After having… had sex?"

I folded my hands underneath my head and regarded her quizzically. "That's why you came here to get… married, as you call it."

"Uhm… well, not exactly. I came to explore; you're the one who insisted I come, but…"

"So you see. It's an honor to be mated to a khadahr," I filled her in, not fully understanding why she wasn't elated over having made such a good match.

"Well, where I come from"—she pulled a fur up to her chest—"it requires two parties to agree to a marriage, and before that happens, the man usually asks the woman first. "

"You want to be asked?"

She nodded.

"Do you have any idea what an honor I bestow on you by mating you?" I retorted, a bit put off by her hesitancy to embrace her good fortune.

"Well, I'm certain Sandra would have danced in happiness," she muttered.

Damn right, she would have, but she isn't who I want , I thought. Had I misjudged Gwyn? Was she angling for more than I was already giving her?

"It still would have been nice to be asked," she said, voice muffled into the fur.

Curious where this was going, I decided to oblige. "Gwyn, would you like to become my mate and khadahrshi?"

She stared at me, her lips quirked. "Is that the best you can do?"

"Gallis, what do you want from me?" I threw up my hands and pushed into a sitting position, baffled by her.

"I suppose it is," she rumbled but gave me a bright smile. "Yes, great khadahr, I would be honored to become your lowly wifey and cater to all your whims."

I chuckled. "Is that what has you all upset? You don't want to cater to my whims?"

"Do I have to?"

I formed a plan in my mind—a plan that belied my earlier words about waiting to couple with her again until she was healed. But what I had in mind, I didn't think would hurt her .

"It depends." I turned her on her stomach. She was regarding me curiously, but she didn't resist. I moved around her and pulled her hips up into the air, and a small moan escaped her. I moved around to her luscious backside, brushing my fingers down her spine and feeling her quiver underneath me.

"Is this hurting you?" I asked, caressing first one cheek of her ass, then the other.

In response, she hissed as another quiver moved through her. She spread her legs apart in invitation.

"I have a whim to mount you from behind. Would that upset you?" I asked, moving my hand down her slit, bathing in the slickness of her and our combined juices.

"I think I could live with that whim," she moaned.

"Good." Gently, my fingers explored her pussy, the little nub she called a clit that seemed to give her so much pleasure.

My cock was rising to the task. I cupped one of her breasts with one hand and allowed the fingers of my other to explore her further. I found her entrance and moved first one, then two, then three fingers inside, marveling at her tightness and how her walls accommodated them as I moved them up and down, rewarded by soft sighs from her.

My shaft was hardening, remembering what my fingers experienced and ready to take their place. But first, I rubbed the little bud at her entrance some more. Recalling how she had reacted when I put her nipple into my mouth, I wondered if I would get the same reaction if I did the same to the nub. I filed that thought away for later use .

Just like my tutor had shown me, I mounted her from behind relishing in her warmth and tightness, how her walls massaged my cock as it moved back and forth.

I kept kneading her breast with slow intent, circling her little nub, and listening to her increased breathing and little moans of pleasure.

"Tzar-Than," she called.

I let go of her breast to put my hand down next to hers. I leaned over, my mouth at her ear. "Tell me what you want, xao—sweetheart."

"I want… I want… oh," she keened as I glided my cock down her canal, filling her all the way.

"Hmm, how would you like me to fuck you?" I breathed into her ear.

"Oh God, Tzar-Than, I'm… com-coming!" she cried her pleasure out into the night, and I grinned in satisfaction. The others would hear her as well. Dzur-Khan and his males would know that Gwyn and I were irrevocably mated and that she was enjoying every minute of it.