He lifts me from his lap and flips me. Well, I promised. I’m on my hands and knees in the soft glowing moss before I can whine at the loss of him. But he doesn’t make me wait. He runs his fingers down my back, squeezes the globes of my ass, and thrusts inside of me in one smooth motion.
I sigh with satisfaction. Despite coming so hard, I’m not sated, and I’m glad that he isn’t done either. I never want this to end.
He pounds into me with a barely contained roar. “Yes,” I groan, adjusting my knees so I can take him fully. Spreading myself wider. Inviting him as deep as I can.
The pulsing starts again, and I moan into the moss, burying my face to muffle my sounds. But Ryle is there, cupping my jaw and gently guiding me to look back at him. “I want to hear you,” he says. His eyes devour me. I sink into his gaze like a deep, dark pool. Warm and endless. How can I refuse him? I moan his name and I dig my nails into the ground.
“Good,” he says, “My good human. Rey amtseir lurou.” He reaches around my torso and finds my clit with the pad of his thumb. “Come again, Maysee. I must feel it. I must hear you.”
Oh, he’s about to hear me, alright. He’s wringing every ounce of pleasure out of me. I’m going to combust. I ride his cock and I ride his hand with a wild, animal abandon.
And when he kisses the center of the back of my neck, when his pulsing cock swells to an even thicker girth and vibrates deep inside of me, when his finger strokes and presses just so - I come hard, clenching and fluttering around his cock, wailing a mindless song of pure pleasure, pressing myself back more, more, taking more of him, all of him.
His teeth sink into my shoulder as he jolts and he comes again, comes with me, spilling his hot essence as he roots deep and holds me there. He wraps his arms and his tail around me as he pants and groans and squeezes me tight, my back against his hard chest. Both of us are slick with sweat.
That.
That was.
I have no words.
He’s driven them all right out of me.
He eases us onto our sides, still holding me tight, holding himself inside of me as our bodies slowly calm.
“That human word you use,” he says. His voice sounds so quiet now. “Love.”
“Yes,” I say. I close my eyes, finally sated, finally beginning to relax. “That’s the big one. Love. I love you, Ryle.”
“I love you. My spirited little female. You are a miracle. This place is a miracle. I am yours until both suns burn out.”
He’s snoring only moments before I am.