Page 89 of Black Mamba

Her eyes drop again.

“Well?”

“I’m not shouldering you along. I’ve never meant to make you feel that way. I do trust you but it’s difficult. I’ve… I’ve lost everything and my sister could be something⁠—”

“I could be something.”

“You are something.”

“Something to hope for… The commander back there, he talked about hope. When I think of my sister, it gives me hope.”

“I vowed I would help you find her. I mean to keep that vow.”

She smiles but it does not reach her eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

I hiss, coiling my tail around her leg. “I do not deserve you.”

Tears brim her lashes, distorting her smile, and I wipe them away.

“I choose you.”

I freeze. “What?”

Elena lifts her hands and places them on my chest. “I trust you. I know you’re just trying to help me, but I need you to know that I do trust you. I’m sorry I put myself in danger. I would’ve⁠—”

I yank her to me and cover her mouth with mine. Her words get lost under the onslaught of my tongue sliding between her lips. Tense and straining in my grip, her body goes rigid.

Sliding my hands into her hair, I kiss her hard, putting all of my anger, adoration, and frustration behind it. As I devour her delicious mouth, she eases into my steely embrace, and with her subtle surrender, I throw off the packs and place my hands on her body, moving them towards the button at the front of her pants.

“Lukys,” she gasps as I tug down her clothes, taking her thin strip of underwear with them. I do not bother with her shirt.

“Step out of your pants,” I demand, yanking at the material gathered around her shoes. “Take off your tops.”

She shudders, steps out of her pants, and then takes off her tops.

When she is done and the clothes are lying aside, she stands before me, naked and ethereal amongst the trees.

“Real,” I rumble, letting my prick swell and release from my tail. “You choose me? I want to mount you, sweet female.”

“I’m showing you I trust you,” she breathes, leaning into me. “Every time I’m with you like this out in the open, I’m showing you my trust.”

Her words fill my chest with warmth. “Then trust me now.” I place my hands on her slender shoulders and spin her around, helping her onto her knees. “And let me inside you.” She bends over and spreads her thighs at my coaxing, parting her slit. Dewy, pink, and grasping for me, I caress my fingers over her and lean down, sliding my tongue straight into her opening.

She whimpers and pushes back against me. I press my lips to her while I lick her inside, kneading my tongue against the walls of her constricting sheath. “You choose this, do you not? You like it when I pleasure you?” I pull back and rise over her, lining my tip to her entrance.

Elena presses her forehead to the ground as I slowly enter her, coiling my tail under and around her at the same time.

She envelops me fully, taking me smoothly all the way to my rigid knot. From there, I thrust hard, forcing it inside her. Her legs shake with strain. “Lukys!” she cries as I bury my stem deep, releasing my seed.

With the air ripe with Elena’s potent arousal, I clutch her hips and grind into her. My mind grows hazy with lust as she clenches around me. Her toes curl against me and with my lips parting, and with her taste on my tongue, I lose myself in her.

“Elena,” I moan, pushing her to the ground. She pushes back against me while splaying her fingers through the grass, barely bearing my weight. I frame her body with my tail, cushioning her. Meanwhile, I steady my thrusting.

More seed erupts from my knot and I groan as it empties. I arch my back, spilling everything I have. My seed leaks from where we are joined to moisten her thighs and my tail.

When I can spill no more, I pull out and gently roll her over to lie her on her back.

She moans as I lick her clean, her body shimmying with pleasure until she is thrashing with her own eruption. “Lukys!”