Lena has been slumped over me in slumber for some time now. Long enough that her shifting has caused my spent cock to stir back to life.
I don’t want to wake her, but I need her. I need my mate.
Maybe my body has created a heat on its own, despite Lena’s lack of venom. Or is it knowing now how she feels like a miracle when she’s wrapped around me? That I’ll never be able to hold another thought in my head besides how beautiful she is when my cock is slamming deep?
Either way, I’m a goner.
I cradle the base of her skull with one hand, while putting my other around her ass, the pert globes of it still slick with our combined juices.
Rolling us both to our sides, I lay her down gently onto her back. Peeling away from her sticky skin, I stand. She doesn’t stir much in her sleep, just turning her face into the sheets.
Despite my quick finish, it seems I’ve left Lena boneless in bliss. Pride blooms in my chest, knowing that I’ve satisfied my mate, and I stare down at her blushed red body adoringly.
She licks her lips, mewling some sleepy noises, wiggling down against the mattress.
My hand drifts down to my cock of its own accord, and I give it a squeeze as I let my eyes linger over her cunt. The purple of my cum still drips from between her lips.
Don’t let it go to waste, some primal part of my brain screams.
Using the hand not pumping my needy shaft, I scoop up my seed and plug it back into her. Lena’s delicious muscles flutter as I do.
“Ki-Kitaico?” She lifts her head drowsily from the bed, staring down at me from between her breasts. “What are you doing?” She moans, bearing her hips down against my hand.
“Keeping my seed in, so it roots deep,” I tell her truthfully.
She blinks several times, narrowing her eyes between my legs, watching me as I work myself.
“Is that all?” Her brow raises as a sleepy smirk crosses her lips.
“Of course,” I assure her hastily. “I would never, not without your consent, I—”
“Take what you need from me. You’ve been such a good boy you deserve it,” she drawls playfully.
“But you're tired,” I tell her, still unable to stop jerking myself off as I look at the vision laying before me.
“So give me good dreams,” she says before flopping back on the bed.
The trust she has for me with her body makes my heart want to burst from my chest.
Removing my fingers from her entrance, I’m not too distraught with anything that drips out, knowing I’m about to fill her full of me again so soon.
I kneel on the bed, still pumping my hands up and down my shaft, and use my other fingers to spread her delicate little lips. When my tongue descends onto her pearl, her breath catches, but she doesn’t open her eyes.
I suck the little pleasure center, the taste of both of us on her skin creating a heady cocktail that has my cock leaking. When I switch to lapping roughly against the bundle of nerves, her legs clamp around my ears. Looking up over her mound, I see that she’s still shutting her eyes, feigning sleep.
This is a game, I realize. I’ll play along with anything that lets me lick her perfect cunt.
Letting her pearl slip from my lips with a pop, I sit up, palming the entirety of her now throbbing sex.
“If my sweet mate were awake, she might be able to boss me around,” I say haughtily, testing my limits with a smirk. “But since she’s just so tired, maybe I’ll have to take the reins.”
I swear I hear a groan as she grinds into the heel of my hand—it sends a thrill through me. Moving both my hands to her knees, I spread her wide and pull her over my folded legs. Sliding her calves up my thighs gives me the perfect viewing angle of her cunt.
I push my cock down from my belly and use its precum-covered tip to swirl wet circles around Lena’s pearl. I know her greedy channel is clasping around nothing from the way she works her hips.
“Do you want to milk my cock, mate?” I ask as I dip the tip just low enough to rest at her soaked entrance. It slips in more than I intend and a "sleeping’"Lena moans at the same moment I do.
I am strong, though, and enjoy the teasing of my mate too much to give into my own pleasure just yet. I pull back my thick shaft before quickly slapping its length down her slit.
To my delight, her eyes shoot open, but only for a second.
“Maybe, if she woke up, she could tell me what she needs,” I breathe as I shift my weight. I guide my length back down across her sex, pushing down with my hand, and slide my painfully hard shaft through her slick core.
Each thrust pushes her nub forward, and the pressure of my palm has an ache unfurling at my core. With each stroke, I can feel her tighten beneath me. I’m so enamored with the sight of the head of my cock pushing past her swollen lips that I don’t realize the brothers are plucking and massaging her breasts.
I pause my ministrations, thanking the goddess for someone so beautiful, completely overcome at the sight before me.
My neglect must strike a chord, because she finally "wakes up" and our eyes lock.
“Mine to hold, mine to rut, mine to breed, mine to love.”
Mine.
I have no control when I push my cock into her tight cunt, thanking the goddess once again that she’s been made ready for me already today, not wanting to cause her any pain.
We stare deeply into each other’s souls as my hips begin to pump. My mating crest gesticulates against her wet sex, hitting her pearl from every conceivable angle.
“Fuck, I love you,” she groans, balling her fists into the bedsheet.
There’s an echo of skin on skin as I drive into her. My cock into her cunt, my tentacles over her sensitive nub, the brothers against her nipples.
“I’m so close, I’m so—” She pants as she shatters into stardust under me.
As if on cue, my cock spasms so hard my vision goes black. I’m left in a darkness as I spill into her womb, riding the waves of my orgasm as I slam myself all the deeper into her warmths.
She’s shaking when my vision returns, eyes rolled back in her head and mouth agape. I arch over her, kissing her brow and smooth her hair off her damp forehead.
“I would do anything for you—you are mine forever. I love you.”
Mine.