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“How do you do it?” he asked. “Make the images stay on your skin like that?”
“How do you know I wasn’t born with them?”
He looked astonished by this possibility, his sight stars expanding.
“Were you?” he asked. “Why does no one else have them?”
“I’m just kidding,” I panted. My breathing hadn’t returned to anything close to normal yet. “You use a needle dipped in ink. You pierce the skin and let the ink get in and it stays. You do it over and over again until a picture forms.”
He frowned. “Does that not hurt?”
“It does. Though some places are worse than others.”
“It seems a shame,” he said, running his fingertips over a vine that snaked from my left shoulder to my collarbone.
“Why?”
“It’s a shame that you must hurt for all that beauty.” He paused, pressing gently against my collarbone, as if relishing the sensation of feeling that shelf of bone beneath my thin human skin. “But perhaps, in a way, it makes sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes your beauty hurts me too.”
If he kept this shit up I was going to start crying again. And that was the last thing I wanted to do, with this man looking at me like I was prettier and more mysterious than anything he’d ever seen, his cock thick and hard and dripping for me.
I got up onto my knees, facing him and mirroring his pose, then placed my hands upon his shoulders.
“Sit down,” I whispered.
“Like a good boy?” he asked, and I laughed, expecting some opposition, but there was none. He eased down onto his ass, and I crawled between his spread thighs, bending until my mouth hovered just above the smooth, glistening tip of his cock. I blew on it gently, and felt a curling pang of arousal when I saw his abs tighten and his balls draw up tight in response. More moisture beaded, dribbling from a dark slit, and his breath, unsteady and loud up until that moment, ceased entirely when my tongue darted out and licked that moisture from his heated skin.
It was more pleasant than the taste of human semen. It made me think of salt and sand and the scent of warm, dry wind whipping across leather. When more seed pushed out of his slit, weeping his arousal, I licked it instantly away. And then, with his sight stars hooking all the way inside me, I bent my head and took him deep into my mouth.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Dalk
Fiona on her knees between my legs, her sweetness still fresh on my tongues and my cock in her immeasurably perfect mouth, was like something from a dream. Something so beautiful I could not have even dared imagine it on my own. Her skin glowed in the firelight, her slender back arching, hips up and head down as she took half my cock into her mouth and sucked.
Tension swept through me, involuntary and inevitable, my muscles locking up tight in reaction to this exquisite, hot-suck sensation. My gaze grew hooded and heavy, but I would not allow my eyes to close. Not now. Not when I finally had her like this.
“Have you ever done this before?” she asked against the underside of my cock, her moving lips and the stirring of her breath sending a spiral of pleasure from spine to groin.
“No.” I gasped when she let her eyes flutter closed and then drew her little pink tongue in a languorous line all the way up my shaft. And then back down again, down to suckle first one cock spear, then the other, and then the testicles below. My body strained, my cock seeping endlessly for her as she finally returned the attentions of her mouth to my shaft.
I groaned, groaned like a man who’d been on a very long journey and who’d finally come home, when she sucked my tip into her mouth once more.
She seemed to abandon her slow explorations then. Taking up a firm, fantastically merciless rhythm, she sucked up and down my length at the same time that she jerked the rest of the shaft with her hand. Her fingers could not get all the way around me, but her grip was stronger than I’d expected, and any chance I’d had at lasting, at savouring this moment, dissolved.
My claws found their way to her face, her hair. I cradled her head as my hips began to move of their own accord. She stilled, keeping her hand tight and her mouth open around me, as I began to slowly, shakily, rut into her mouth. The effort it took not to grasp her head and thrust back into her throat as hard as possible, as hard as my body craved to, was enormous. But I was a strong warrior — one of Gahn Fallo’s finest — and I was champion of the vaklok combat.
I could do it.
And looking down at her beautiful, trusting face, it suddenly was not difficult at all. A heady feeling, the feeling that I was looking at and touching the most precious thing I would ever encounter in my life, made a breathless sort of ache open up in me at the same moment that pleasure coiled brilliant and bright in my groin. With Fiona naked and taking me, climax closing in on me, suddenly all the words that had always been so hard to say poured out of me like blood from a wound.
“I want to keep you,” I murmured unsteadily, pumping into her mouth. “I want to mate you, not just once but every day. Every night.”
Fiona’s eyes got bigger. Brighter. Shiny, as if with more tears. But maybe not, because none fell.
