Текст книги "Surviving Skarr"

Автор книги: Ruby Dixon

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Chapter Thirty

VIVI

I see the tracks again.

The moment I landed at the base of the hill, I noticed the heavy drag mark next to the paw prints, and I realize the same snow-cat that followed us across the mountains is still in the area. I forget all about the skis and the weeklong project I’ve been buried in.

A plan forms in my head.

Part of me knows we should be getting back to camp. Sabrina is organizing things for Flor and I’rec’s wedding feast, and I should go back to help cook, or tend the fire, whichever way I can contribute. But if this snow-cat has a busted leg, he deserves our help. I’ve been thinking about this ever since my finger broke and healed up so quickly thanks to the khui. If his leg is broken, it likely healed wrong. This means that I can re-set his leg and it will heal properly and he can go back to being a normal snow-cat.

I don’t know why, but it’s important to me that I help it. I just need to get Skarr on my side to see that what we’re doing is right.

“There’s an injured snow-cat out here and we should help it,” I tell him. “I think it has a broken leg. I want to fix it.”

“You want to…hunt it?” he corrects.

“No, I want to help it. I want to re-set its broken leg as best we can so it has a chance of surviving.”

Skarr gazes down at me, a frown of disapproval on his face. “But it is a fierce animal. Everyone says that snow-cats are dangerous. I brought no weapons, and I do not like the idea of you going near a wounded creature.”

“We’re partners, remember? You have to trust that I know my limits. And my idea is a simple one. Hannah showed me this herb that grows nearby on the cliffs. It makes you sleepy and you pass out. We can pull a kill from a cache, stuff it full of the herbs and wait for the cat to eat it. Once it’s asleep, we tie him up and fix his leg, and then we release him again.”

“But how do you know he will eat it?”

“If he’s got a busted leg, he’s probably starving. He’ll eat it,” I say confidently, even though I have no idea if my plan will work or not. I’m just winging it, but I also don’t want to sit back and do nothing and wait for someone else to kill it. The sitting-back-and-feeling-sorry-for-myself phase of my life is over, just like my old life. I’m Vivi now, and Vivi doesn’t wait for shit.

Vivi makes shit happen.

“Come on,” I tell him, adjusting my poles. “Nadine showed me where the closest hunter cave is.” I point at a distant peak. “If we get to the other side of that, there’s a cliff that has a fat double rock on top of it, and the cave is just underneath. We’ll supply there and get weapons, and then track the cat.”

“You’re sure this will work?”

“Not in the slightest, but we’re doing it anyhow,” I tell him confidently.

I wait for him to object. For him to tell me that my plan is stupid, or that he thinks we should leave it alone. That messing with a predator is dangerous. Instead, a slow smile curves his mouth and he grins at me. “I love it when you’re bossy.”

That’s good, because I like being bossy.

The skis make traveling easier. We glide over the snow, avoiding hills when we can and just hauling ourselves over the mostly level terrain in the valleys. I pause a few times to gather leaves at the plant Hannah showed me. It’s easy to pick out because the leaves have a gray underside with a V pattern, and they’re plentiful. I fill my belt-pouch with them and we continue on. We’re still sweaty and winded by the time we make it to the supply cave, but the light is just starting to fade when we find it. Nadine told me that it was at least a day’s travel away from the camp. That means we crossed nearly a day within a few hours.

I like it. The skis held up, too, though they’re showing a bit of wear. I’m pleased.

We find the fat double rock and comb the cliffs until we see the entrance to the cave. Just as Nadine described, there are supplies in here, though they’re not put away as neatly as she said. They look as if they’ve been rummaged through, and I’m guessing that whatever hunter was here last was a slob.

Doesn’t matter. I spy several bone spears in the back of the cave, a basket full of fuel cakes, and furs. The temperature is dropping with encroaching nightfall, and I’m reminded again that Skarr needs warmth. I’ve been checking with him all day to ensure that he’s not too cold, but he’s been fine. The extra layers I’ve added to his leathers this last week have helped, along with the tail-sock. His tail isn’t thin and whip-like like the sa-khui. His is thick and meaty and has a lot of mass, and he loses a lot of warmth when it’s naked in the cold.

I’m not risking him for a snow-cat, no matter how much helping it means to me. “We’ll build a fire and I’ll work on getting some snow to melt while you take care of it. Do you need help with setting up blankets?”

“No.” He flexes his hands and lifts his arms, flexing his biceps. “Your fierce warrior has plenty of energy.”

I don’t bat an eye at his showing off. “It’s not your energy I’m worried about but your temperature.”

He lowers his arms. “It’s much warmer today. Nothing aches.”

“You’d tell me if it did? So I can prepare accordingly as your partner?”

Skarr nods. “The only thing troubling me today is resonance.”

Me, too. I focused on skiing for the last few days because it helped to have a purpose, a goal in mind. But skiing with Skarr today reminded me how strong he is. I’m sweating and winded after all that skiing but he just looks warmed up. He could probably go all night, and the graceful way that he handled his poles after a bit of practice? It made me weak in the knees. Even now, I’m staring at him a little too hard.

I’m…not entirely sure what I’m waiting for, I realize. To remember my old name? I’m realizing today that it no longer matters to me. At some point I’ve stopped thinking of myself as a clone, a strange replica wearing someone else’s skin. I’m not a faceless nobody, or Vivian the clone. I’m Vivi, a bossy human woman who resonated to Skarr, the most arrogant gladiator on the planet. And I’m good with that.

“You don’t think anyone will come after us, do you?” Skarr asks as I crouch near the fire pit, setting up fuel cakes at the center. “If they do, should I chase them off?”

“They won’t come after us.”

“How do you know?” He doesn’t share my confident assessment. “I would come after you.”

“That’s because you’re my mate,” I tell him lightly.

He grunts. “True.”

“I know they’re not going to come after us because of what I told Nadine,” I explain. “When we don’t come back, they’re going to assume we are holed up in a hunter cave, fulfilling resonance.”

Skarr nods, expression thoughtful as he hands me another fuel cake. “Do you think they will believe our feint?”

That’s adorable. He still thinks it’s a feint. The more I think about it, though, the more I decide I like the idea of us taking tonight for ourselves. After all, there’s a lot of downtime at night, and our little cave is very isolated. I like that thought a lot, so much that it makes my khui sing louder. I mentally command it to quiet down, because if Skarr realizes we’re going to fuck tonight, he’s not going to want to do any sort of preparation for the plan.

“Here’s what we’re doing,” I tell him in a firm voice once the fire starts. I get to my feet and stretch. “We put away the skis and poles and I need you to make a bed for us with the furs here. I’m going to take one of those spears and find the nearest marked cache—we passed one close by—and pull two small animals from it. One for us for dinner, and the other to stuff with the leaves. I’m also going to get some snow for us to melt for water. You’re going to stay in here and make things cozy so when I come back I can just relax.”

Part of me expects him to gripe about the role reversal—I’m basically telling him to stay and keep the home fires burning—but he just nods. “If you are not back by dark, I will come looking for you.”

“I’ll be back,” I promise him. And then I lean in and give him a kiss full of promise that scatters his thoughts.

He gives me a dazed stare as I pull back, and it’s clear he wants to kiss me again. “I’ll make up a bed.”

I grab a spear and a leather satchel, test the heft of the weapon in my hands, and then head out.

By the time I come back, Skarr is waiting at the entrance of the cave, the firelight glowing behind him. He brightens at the sight of me, taking the two frozen beaver-like hoppers from my belt hook. The bag I’ve carried slung over my shoulder is now full of snow waiting to be melted, and I fill the extra carved bone bowls and pouches with slushy snow while we wait for the first batch to melt. The truth of the matter is that a huge bag of snow only amounts to a very small amount of water melted, so we have to be careful with every drop unless we want to work on melting it all night.

“I started a tea in the pouch,” he tells me as I strip off my cloak.

I beam at him as he moves the privacy screen in front of the cave entrance and pushes it into place. “That’s wonderful. I appreciate it.”

“I know. You washed your hands? I don’t want you getting sleep-leaf all over yourself.” He moves to my side and pulls one of my boots off when I raise my foot. “I plan on licking your cunt at least twice and I don’t want you falling asleep on me.”

“As if I could fall asleep when you’re doing that,” I tease, my lower belly fluttering at the thought of him going down on me. “I should probably wash up first.”

“I can wash you.” Skarr gives me a lascivious look. “It will be my pleasure.”

That makes me smile, because it’s a blatant attempt to get me naked and touched. “Will you, now.”

“I will. Am I not the most generous of mates?”

“So generous,” I murmur, lifting my other foot for him to pull the boot. He tosses it aside, and a loose dark curl falls over his forehead, making him seem boyish, and my heart melts at the sight of it. This man is mine tonight, I decide. Ours might not be a conventional romance, but it doesn’t have to be. It’s going to be ours. He’s my mate and I’m his. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“If we had a baby, would you want a boy or a girl?”

Skarr pauses, thinking. After a long moment, he states, “That is difficult to answer.”

My heart freezes in my chest. Is he having second thoughts, then? “Why?”

He considers this, expression lost in thought as he gazes at the fire. “Either could learn my fighting tricks. It would be impossible to choose…but I might like a female. I like the thought of another fierce female in our hut.”

I laugh with sheer relief. “So you still want a baby?”

His expression becomes uneasy. No, I realize. Not uneasy. Shy. It’s not something I’m used to seeing on Skarr. He picks up one of the furs and runs his fingers through it, avoiding my gaze. “I never thought I would be chosen for breeding,” he admits. “A ssethri splice is not a common splice. Audiences do not like us much. We are weaker than moden or praxiians. I know I am an excellent gladiator now but…I had to work very hard to be that much more aggressive and clever than others because I was not always successful at combat.”

My heart squeezes. No wonder he’s so fixated on being the best. He’s worried about letting me down. “Well then that settles it,” I say softly. “We’ll make a baby, and it’ll be the best baby on the beach, and everyone will wonder how we managed to make a being so damn perfect in every way.”

Skarr grabs me and hauls me against him, kissing me fiercely. I wrap my arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm.

“Now?” he asks between kisses. “Here?”

“Yes. Here. Now.” I curl my fingers in his ridiculous, soft hair. “I want to be your mate. Do you still want to be mine?”

His hungry gaze roams over me. “More than anything, Vivi.” He leans in, kissing me again, but this time with more gentleness. “I can’t wait to stuff you with my cock…and then stuff you with my other cock.”

I moan, because it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard and yet I want that, too. “I want both of your cocks inside me at the same time.”

He tears at my clothing, a ragged sound escaping him. “I want you bare. I want to suck on your teats and rub your cunt until you are dripping with arousal. I want you to come on my hand…and then I will give you my cocks.”

Dirty talk. I whimper, loving what he’s whispering to me. “I want you naked, too.”

Skarr grins at me and rubs his nose against mine, then gives me a lingering kiss. “This planet has far too much clothing,” he confesses. “I would rather it be as it is in the gladiator arena, with your form as bare as my own.”

The thought is titillating, but I rather like this planet, snow and all. I like the mountains, and I love my cozy hut, and even the cold feels invigorating. Best of all…he’s here. I put my hands to the neck of his tunic and start undoing laces. “I don’t know. I like the thought of unwrapping you each day like you’re a present.”

He grunts. “I think I like that idea.”

I smile up at him, loosening his tunic and then helping him pull it off. It does take time to undress, true, but I skim my fingers over him as I do so, teasing him with light touches until we’re both panting by the time he’s fully naked. Then it’s my turn, and he deliberately runs his hands over my breasts the moment my tunic is open, cupping them and teasing the tips as he kisses me. I love the devotion on his face, the intensity as he touches me, as if I’m the most important thing in the universe.

The khui in my chest sings wildly, as if it knows it’s finally about to get its wish. Skarr’s is singing just as loud, the small cave filled with constant thrumming.

He falls to his knees in front of me, tugging my pants down my legs, only to get stuck at my boots. I chuckle at his impatience, and we sink to the furs together, trying to extricate my lower legs. When I’m finally naked, Skarr pulls the blankets over both of us and hauls me against him, our bare bodies rubbing against one another. It feels incredible to press skin to skin, to kiss and rub up against the heat of him. He hasn’t extruded quite yet, but I feel the bulge of him protruding against his groin. Soon, he’ll be too hard to contain it all, and then he’ll extrude both cocks out and I’ll get to enjoy them.

Skarr kisses me, one arm locked around my waist, keeping me pressed against him. His hand goes to my pussy and he slides a finger through my folds, testing my wetness. He doesn’t need to worry about that—I’m soaked. I’ve been in a constant state of near arousal since we first started to touch each other. “My mate,” he whispers against my lips. “My fierce Vivi.”

He rubs a delicate circle around my clit, and I whimper with pleasure at the sensation, sliding my thigh onto his hip so I can keep my legs parted for him. Immediately, he extrudes, his cocks easing out of his body with a wet slide. Skarr’s breath hitches and then he lifts his hips, pressing them against my thighs even as he teases my clit.

“I want you inside me,” I tell him, arching my body against his fingers. “Please, Skarr. I want to come with your cock in me.”

“Bossy.” There’s a wealth of affection in his voice. He rolls us until I’m on my back, his weight pressing over me, and his fingers work my clit faster, until I’m biting my lip with my efforts not to cry out. How did he get so good at touching me so quickly?

Then, he presses his cock to the entrance of my body, and I gasp at the sensation. The thick head pushes against my skin, sending flickers of hot need all through me. I nod when he pauses, waiting for approval, and then sinks in slowly.

It’s like being completed. I dig my nails into his arms as I hold onto him, my face tight with sensation. It’s a ridiculous thing to think—that Skarr feeding his cock into my body should make me feel like that. But it’s as if a puzzle piece has suddenly been slotted into place. Everything feels right. Like this is how it’s supposed to be.

And even though I’m his fierce Vivi, I want to cry with the strange beauty of the moment.

Skarr groans, pressing his mouth to my forehead as he pushes deeper into me. He adjusts something between us, and then a heavy length presses between my labia. Oh. He’s inside me with his secondary cock, the primary’s thick heft slicking along my folds. “Kef me, you feel incredible, my warrior.”

I rock my hips in silent agreement.

He pushes his primary cock against me, dragging the length of it against my clit as he pumps inside me, and my breath hitches at how good it feels. This wasn’t how I expected him to use his cocks on me, but I love it. I love how he’s pumping into me, driving his secondary cock into my body even as the heavier, thicker one rubs through my sensitive folds and drips pre-cum all over my skin, adding to the slick wetness between us.

Hot arousal curls through me, the slow build-up of an orgasm, and I hold tightly to him, trying to match his rhythm. “Please,” I breathe. “Please please.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for, only that I need more.

Skarr groans, tilting his head and leaning over until he has my ear in his mouth, teasing it with hot licks and nipping bites as he shuttles in and out of me. Even more arousing than his lips are the soft sounds he makes into my ear, the breathless haaa and unh noises that tell me that he’s losing control. And as I tighten towards my climax, I make ridiculous little sounds of my own, kittenish whimpers and mewls that would embarrass me in daylight, but are nothing but encouragement right now, animalistic sounds that demand that he move faster, that he make me come.

Then it hits me—the flutter in my belly turns to tight, spiraling pleasure and everything clenches. My breath stutters as I cling to him, muscles locking with the force of my climax, and I squeeze around him tightly as I come and come and come.

It feels incredible. It feels so right.

I’m dimly aware of Skarr pressing kisses to my neck and my ear as I float down from my orgasm, of him pausing in his efforts, his big body braced over mine. He murmurs my name in my ear, and I’m starting to love how Vivi sounds, especially when he says it. When I sigh with contentment and stroke a hand down his spine, he slips out of my body and presses a fierce kiss to my lips.

Before I can catch my breath, he turns me over in the furs, raising my hips into the air. I barely have a moment to shift my weight before his cock is pressing into me from behind, and this time it feels bigger than before. His primary cock fits me to the point of being near uncomfortable, but I’m wet and relaxed and when he gives me a sharp thrust, it feels incredible. It’s like every bit of him is sliding against all of my sensitive spots, and I cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the blankets underneath me.

He makes a low growl, gripping my hips and fucking me hard and fast. It’s like he’s using me for his own orgasm, and I love it. I love the slap of him as our hips meet, the sting when he thrusts hard, the rub of his secondary cock brushing against my thighs. I love that he’s losing control, that he’s so lost in the moment that he’s forgetting about everything except getting off. My name is a guttural sound on his lips, chanted over and over, and when he buries himself inside me for the final time and surges forward, pressing me down into the furs even as something cool spurts inside me, I love it.

I fucking love all of it.

Skarr’s weight on top of me feels delicious, and I stroke his arm as he shudders and comes to himself. He presses absent kisses to my neck, languid and sweet, and then heaves a long, drawn-out breath. “I can do better than that.”

I chuckle. Count on Skarr to want perfection in all things. “I personally thought it was lovely.”

“Yes, but you only came once. I can make you come more than that.”

“There’s plenty of evening left.” I trail my fingers along the scales of his spine. “I’m not worried. Are you…happy?”

It feels like a silly thing to ask. I know I’m happy, and I know he just came inside me. This is the culmination of our mating and yet part of me wants to hear the love words. I need to know that he feels as moved as I do.

Skarr lifts his head, a frown of consternation on his face. “My khui is still humming. Did we do something wrong?”

“The healer told me that it takes several times for some couples. I wouldn’t worry.” I’d approached her for grease for my skis at Hannah’s suggestion, but Veronica had thought that I wanted the grease for sex, and what had followed had been a quick primer on how some splices couldn’t make their mates pregnant right away and if we needed assistance she would help and be as unobtrusive as possible. Which is incredibly awkward when all I wanted was grease for my skis.

But I still have that grease with me…

I slide a hand down to Skarr’s buttock and squeeze it. “How are your cocks feeling? All emptied out?”

He nuzzles against my neck. “Hardly. I have more stamina than that, female.”

My lips twitch at his disgruntled tone. “Oh, I don’t doubt.” I trace a circle lightly on the skin of one buttock. “Want to have sex again?”

“Already?” He lifts his head and grins down at me. “You are hungry for more?”

I nod, giving him a flirty look. “Have you ever thought about putting both of your cocks into me at the same time?”

He groans, resting his forehead upon mine. “Constantly in my filthiest dreams.”

“Well…I have some grease that is safe to use on you and on me. I wonder if you could fit both of your cocks inside my pussy at once…and what it’d feel like.”

“In the same…spot?” His eyes glaze over as he imagines it. “Will your body take it?”

“You can grease me up and we can find out.” I’ve never thought of myself as particularly adventurous in bed but being with Skarr makes me want to try all kinds of wild things. To think that I ran from his cocks initially and now I’m begging him to stuff them both into me at once. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Skarr gives me a fierce kiss. “I am very much comfortable with it. Tell me what to do.”

I get up and retrieve the tiny container of grease I’d brought along just in case we needed it for skis. It’s made from herbs and animal fats, but through my embarrassing conversation with Veronica, I know it won’t give me bad reactions, either. That others use this exact formula when they need a lubricant in the furs. I was mortified the other day but I’m grateful now, and I move back to him, handing over the small pot. “Want to grease me up? I’ll do you and you do me?”

“Is there a best way to do it?” he asks, dipping his fingers into the pot and then rubbing the slickness between his fingers. “I am not familiar with such things, though I have greased myself before a battle to make it more difficult for my opponent to grab me.”

Why does that sound incredibly sexy? I’m envisioning Skarr, his sleek body gleaming, as another man tries to put his arms around him and they slip away. It’s an erotic mental image and I’m dying to suggest we have some naked greased wrestling at some point…but for now, I want to try this. I’m already aching with the need for him to fill me again.

Resonance is potent.

I sit on the furs and recline back, propping up on my elbows. My knees are up slightly and when he greases his fingers a bit more, I spread my legs in silent invitation. Heat flares in his gaze and he groans, looking up at me. “You smell like me.”

“Good.”

Skarr makes another incoherent sound of pleasure and his tongue snakes out, the forked tip tasting the air, and I wonder if he can smell me like that, too. Don’t snakes scent through their tongues? I shiver, intrigued as he presses his hand between my legs, teasing my flushed, wet skin. I’m already messy from our prior round of lovemaking but I don’t care. Judging from the hungry look in his eyes, Skarr doesn’t either.

He pushes his fingers into my channel, stroking in and out. My body makes wet noises, as if trying to suck on his fingers. He teases my clit with his thumb, and my legs tremble at how good this feels, the gentle glide of his digits slipping into me and then back out again. He adds a third finger to the first two, and then a fourth, looking up at me to see my reaction.

I just moan and nod, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Can I grease you, too?”

Skarr nods, shifting his weight and pointing his cocks toward me. His hand leaves my pussy and I want to cry at the loss of it. It doesn’t matter that his body temperature is slightly lower than mine—I love the way his cool fingertips glide over my skin. He sits back on his haunches, watching me, and I’m tempted to just plant my face in his lap and suck on him, playing with one cock while I tease the other.

“God, I love your body,” I whisper as I crawl over to him.

His gaze brightens with my compliment, and part of me wonders if he hypes himself up so much because of uncertainty. Like he has to put on a front to assure the others that he’s just as strong and capable as the rest of them. It makes him a little more vulnerable in my eyes and makes me fall a lot harder.

“I could lick you all over,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and then one pectoral as he holds the small bone pot of grease for me to take. “We’re going to do that when we get home. You’re going to spread out and I’m just going to bite and nibble on every bit of you.”

He groans out my name, and a dribble of pre-cum slides down the shaft of his primary cock.

I lubricate my fingers and then rub my hands together after setting the pot aside. My skin is slick and fragrant with the herbal scent, and Skarr watches me with heated, hungry eyes. Our gazes locked, I reach down and grip the larger of his two cocks in my slippery hand.

A hiss escapes him, almost snakelike. His eyes flutter and he throws his head back, groaning.

Okay, so that must feel pretty good. I stroke his length, working one hand up his shaft and then switching to the other hand. I start at the base and drag my hand up his cock, adding as much pressure as I think he can stand, and then reach for the other. I stroke them in tandem, tugging on one and then the other.

He grips my shoulders, his breathing ragged. “Wait. Vivi. I am going to come in your grip if you don’t stop.”

Well, that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. I smile sweetly at him and give him another jerk.

Skarr growls, flinging me back down on the furs. In the next moment he covers me, his mouth on mine, his body heavy over mine. His hand steals between my legs and then he’s stroking me with hungry fingers. I lift one leg to his hip, whimpering with need as he works me.

“You want my cocks inside you, my fierce warrior?”

“Yes.”

His thumb is all over my clit, teasing me beyond endurance. “You want me to fill you full? And then when you are so full you cannot stand it, I will push the other cock inside you, too?”

I moan at his sultry words. “Does that make me a freak?”

“It makes you perfect.”

“Then that’s exactly what I want.” I give him an expectant wriggle. “Give me everything.”

He gives me a hungry look and then strokes into me with his fingers once more, pumping harder. He adds his fourth finger, and my body accepts him, my khui humming with excitement. He’s practically got his entire fist in me, and it shouldn’t feel nearly as good as it does.

But it feels incredible.

“You think you can take me?” he asks, working his hand in and out of my slick channel. “All of me at once?”

“I want that,” I whisper, arching in time with his fingers. “Give it to me, Skarr.”

“So bossy.” His words are like a caress.

His hand moves away, and I whimper at the loss of it, aching and hollow. I need him to fill me up. I need him inside me, pumping away. I need him giving me his seed, giving me his baby, giving me his everything. I hold tightly to him as he moves over me, his cock pressing into me again. He feels good, but after his hand has stretched me, I want more. I make a needy sound and he shushes me, thrusting deep. “You want your mate?”

“Yes!”

“All of your mate?”

“All,” I demand, panting.

He rears back and gazes down at our joined bodies. I feel him shifting his weight, and when he pushes in again this time, he moves with aching slowness, his hand on his cocks to guide them. I hold still, trying to stay relaxed, because I can’t tense. If I do, I’m going to make this impossible. He’s already huge, and he might not be able to fit both.

His breath hisses out and his eyes flutter closed as he feeds both heads into my body at once. “Tight.”

It is. My body is on the edge of what I can take, and the pleasure is dulled at the edges with discomfort. But I want this. I want to try it, and so I breathe through it and murmur words of encouragement as he sinks slowly, oh so slowly into me.

And I am so very full.

When I can’t take any more, I give my head a little shake. “That’s enough…are you in?”

“Halfway.” He gazes down at our joined bodies as if fascinated. “Is it still good?”

“It is, but this is all I can take.”

Skarr nods, distracted, and jerks his hips. I gasp at the sensation of fullness, and he makes a low humming noise, as if deciding what to do.

“Does it feel good?” I ask.

“Feels…incredible.” His hand moves to my pussy, stroking over it. “Never imagined that you would take…all of me.”

I haven’t, but it seems a bad time to point that out. I want to kiss him, but he’s seated upright, carefully moving his hips and watching my body for any sort of pain reaction. Even now, he’s so careful with me, and it fills my heart with affection.

I could love my peacock, I realize. I might already be in love with him.

His thumb skims over my clit and then he flicks a glance up at my face, watching my response. When I make a sound of encouragement, he rocks his hips again, setting a slow rhythm as he toys with my clit.

Our movements are awkward and slow this time, but I’m so full that every sensation feels heightened. When I come, it’s with a low, aching curl deep in my belly and a sigh of pure delight as the release ripples through me. The tension in my body tightens to near-pain with my release and when I gasp, he makes a choked sound and pulls his lower cock out of me, thrusting deep with his primary and madly pounding into me with his second, even wetter release.