“Aren’t we going home?” Bia asked.
He shook his head. “You can’t wait that long.”
“I can!” she pouted, though she didn’t want to.
“Not when you can barely walk.” Kez turned the engine off, and shut off all the lights. “If I get you wet it will be easier.”
Bia pulled the collar of his robe across her mouth, hiding. Maybe that was true, but did he have to say it? “What are you suggesting? We can’t do it here.”
“No?” He gave her a look, then opened his door and got out, motioning for her to follow.
She didn’t want to. Her instincts wanted her to stay inside, but where he went she had to go too or she’d really be in trouble. She popped her door open and slid out of her seat, catching herself when one knee buckled. She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him moving around at the back of the van. The doors were standing open, and when she looked inside, she gasped. It was strung with fairy lights, and Kez was on his hands and knees laying out blankets and pillows.
“Kez… What-?”
“I thought this might happen today, so…” He waved a hand idly, as if it wasn’t important.
“This is so romantic!” Bia squealed, climbing in with him.
He leant past her to pull the doors shut. The space was small, but the floor of the cab was thickly padded with cushions and blankets, and as close as he was, Bia wanted him closer. There were no windows to the outside or to the front of the van, it was a perfect, private den.
“No, it would have been romantic if I had got you home in time,” Kez groused, and Bia could hear how he was beating himself up about that.
She pushed his robe off her shoulders. “No, I like this. It feels… intimate…” She reached for him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Even now, after sharing heats before and kissing countless times, getting started was still… kind of embarrassing. She could be demanding, she could be spoiled, but there was always a moment when what they were about to do became real and it made her shy.
“I can wait… If you’d rather-”
Kez was not shy. He shook his head. “I can’t,” he said simply, and leaned into her, capturing her mouth and easing her down onto the blankets. Bia moaned. She loved him, and the way he took charge and took care of her. He always knew just what she needed. She opened her legs under him, letting him lie against where she needed him, while her hands roamed up his arms and across his shoulders.
He pushed his hands up her thighs for a moment, then pulled back, sitting back on his knees to hurriedly unpick the ties on his robes. “Undress for me, shalzai,” he said, his eyes watching her and his voice rough.
Usually they had hours in bed just kissing and touching each other before they mated, but this was not one of those times. She pulled up the cream T-shirt she had to wear to work and wiggled out of it, struggling a little as she lay on her back. Kez discarded his robe, and she paused, breath caught at the sight of his red dick standing between his thighs. It only came out during his heat, and then it was usually buried in her. She didn’t get to see it very often.
Kez eased his hand up her stomach, taking time to make sure his claws dragged deliciously over her scales, stopping to rub in the centre of her chest between her colours, almost holding her down. His mouth followed his hand as he nuzzled over her scales before flicking his tongue out over her colours. Her breath caught in her throat, and she squirmed as he licked, his tongue so soft as he applied just enough pressure to separate her scales so she could feel him there. She lifted her hand to the back of his neck and plucked at his crest, thick and hard. It wouldn’t go down for days now, and he moaned faintly at her touch.
Bia read a lot of romance novels. She knew humans did all sorts of things with their mates, things she couldn’t do. Some of it she didn’t want to try, but she would have liked to touch him with her hands, or take him into her mouth. Kez wouldn’t let her though. He didn’t want her scales or her claws anywhere near his unscaled dick. He said she could stroke his crest if she wanted to please him, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to be everything to him. She wanted to amaze him. He made her want to do dirty, extreme things just to please him, not to get his seed inside her to soothe her ache or make a baby, as if that was all that sex was for.
Kez couldn’t read her mind though, so he hooked his claws into the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down and off her, lifting his hips just long enough to get it out of the way. Unlike him, Bia wore underwear, and she caught the flash of indulgent exasperation on his face before he got rid of those too. He’d got used to most of her human habits, but the ones that didn’t come up very often still gave him pause. He didn’t understand, but that was okay. He didn’t try to change her.
She put her hand to his chest. “Kez, I- I want...”
“What? What do you want?” His voice had dropped to a rough scratch.
“I want to do something for you,” she whined.
He groaned. They’d had this conversation before. “Bia… Just let me take care of you.”
“Please, I’ll be so careful! I won’t hurt you!”
He took her hands gently, threading their fingers together and pressing her hands down by her ears, safely out of the way. “Why do you even want to?”
“Because! I want to make you feel as good as I do.”
“You do,” he soothed, nuzzling under her ear now, trying to distract her.
“It’s not the same.”
“It is.”
“Well, I want to do something special for you.”
He sighed. “Aren’t you hurting, shalzai? Don’t you need me?”
Bia shifted, assessing. “It’s not bad right now, I’ve got time.”
“I don’t want it to get bad.”
“Kez!” she cried.
He stopped what he was doing and propped himself up onto an elbow. “Why is this so important to you?”
“Because you’re always taking care of me, so well, and I want to pay you back. I want to show you how much I appreciate you.”
“So cook for me or something…”
Her mouth turned down unhappily and she looked away. “I can’t cook like you can…”
He snorted a laugh. “But you think you can do this?”
Bia pushed him off her to sit up. She didn’t want to be pinned under him anymore. He stretched out on his side, but his expression wasn’t as relaxed as the rest of him as he watched her hug her knees to her chest. “You don’t trust me. You think I’ll be silly about it and hurt you by accident but I won’t. You mean more to me than that.”
Kez sighed heavily and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
The fact that he was considering it gave Bia hope. “I won’t even touch you with my claws or my scales, I’ll just l-lick you. You’ve licked me before.”
“That was different.”
“Why?”
“It just was.”
“Because it was you doing it to me, you mean.” She stretched out beside him, holding her head up with one hand to watch his face. She laid her other hand tentatively on his chest, scratching at his scales. “It was nice… You’ll like it.” He’d stopped arguing, so she thought another push might do it. “You like my tongue in your mouth,” she reminded him in a quiet sing-song. “That’s not a Balin thing either.” She pushed a little harder. “I want to be sexy for you. I want to blow your mind.”
He covered his face with his hands, moving them as if he wanted to run them over his crest, then remembering he couldn’t, that it wouldn’t lie flat anymore. “What kind of pervert are you turning me into?” he grumbled.
Bia grinned, bolting upright. “You’ll let me?”
“Fine! Fine. You can lick it… a little. Just to get the idea out of your head. Then we will mate normally!”
“Of course! Whatever you want!”
He snorted at that.
“Thank you, Kez!” Bia shuffled down to his knees and climbed over, straddling his thighs. At the sight of
her wide grin, his expression softened for a moment, before he hardened it again.
“Give me your hands.”
She happily curled her claws around his palms. She said she would only use her tongue, so she would. She wouldn’t even try to take his cock into her mouth, wary of her dental ridges. She looked at his cock where it stood between his hips, a brighter red than his colours, stark against the dark green of his scales. It was soft where the rest of him was firm and sharp. It was thick, padded with flesh that pillowed at the base if she was still too tight to admit all of him, but the core was rock-hard.
Kez watched her with half-lidded eyes as she bent slowly at the waist until his cock was right in front of her face. It twitched; maybe she’d breathed on it by accident? Bia let her tongue out of her mouth to curl against the underside, and dragged it up a few inches. Kez sucked in a breath. Bia took her tongue back to work his tastes around her mouth, examining it. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t like food, but it wasn’t much different from kissing him or licking him, she decided, just dialled up.
With a smile, she went to lick him again, lapping over his cock until it bobbed away and flattened against his stomach. She glanced up at Kez’s face. “Is it good?” she asked. There wasn’t much point to this if it wasn’t.
He let out a shaky exhale. “It’s new… but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Shall I keep going?”
He swallowed. “You can.”
“Can you hold it up for me?”
He had to let go of one of her hands, and she used it to support herself as he gripped the base of his cock and held it straight for her. She smiled in thanks, then investigated the tip with her tongue. His taste was stronger here, and as the tip of her tongue probed, she felt one of his legs kick under her where she sat on them. She took that as an encouragement and flattened her tongue to cover more of him, licking from his claws to the tip, her saliva making him shine. She kissed his claws and around to his hand, then went back to trying to soak his cock.
“Th-That’s enough,” he said.
Bia lifted her head, but before she could say anything, he’d sat up and scooped her ass into his hands, lifting and replacing her onto his dick. She squirmed to feel him so suddenly there, wet and hot against her entrance. He wanted to move on then. “Did you like it?” she asked, suddenly insecure that this thing she had asked him for had been a mistake.
He made a noise deep in his throat like a rumble or growl. “I did,” he allowed, his eyes on her mouth. “And now my patience has run out.” He kissed her, deep and searching, his tongue leaving her no time to adjust and forcing a surprised moan from her. She wondered if he could taste himself in her mouth, if he was trying to.
He tipped her onto her back, rolling smoothly over her, her thighs bracing his hips. His cock lay against her open sex, and Bia squirmed impatiently.
“I’m sorry if this hurts you more than usual, I-”
“Ssh,” Bia cut him off. She wasn’t going to listen to him beat himself up over imagined failings. “I want you inside me, Kez. Make me feel better,” she murmured.
At her words, his frantic look became focused, and then his hips were drawing back, and his cock was sliding over her, and then he found her entrance, notching inside and pushing. Her back stiffened at the awkward intrusion. Until he came, he wouldn’t be able to move smoothly, but she was used to this feeling now, of his cock forging into her, opening her up in its quest for the spot that made her feel really good.
The tip of his cock reached the end of her and his hips settled against hers, and she moaned. It felt like pressing on a bruise, except that it was pleasure instead of pain, an ache that made her squirm and heat race through her. She panted, catching her breath. That internal touch was relentless as Kez lowered his face to her neck, tucking his arms into her sides, gathering her to him and bundling them up together to wait it out. Bia didn’t know how she felt to him, obviously, but she knew from experience that he would come soon. Once she was wet with his come, he would move more.
She writhed, pressing her pelvis up against him, trying to get him deeper or something. The pleasure was good, but what she really needed was the relief that came with his seed. The longer his cock was inside her, the more of the soft flesh tugged itself up into her after the core, filling and stretching her, and the pressure was almost blinding.
“Bia, hold still,” Kez grit out.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she gasped, trying to work herself against him with small movements. “It feels good.”
“Just wait.”
She whined. “Kez, come, come for me, just-”
“I will, I will,” he promised, and kissed her, probably just to stop her begging.
She let that distract her, sucking his tongue into her mouth even as she felt like he was getting too much for her, overwhelming her. With the claws of one hand, she raked down his back to try to make him feel a fraction of what she did, and he groaned into her mouth and pressed closer. He pulled her leg up around his hip, his claws stroking the underside of her thigh.
It took a few minutes of panting, clasping, and clawing, but eventually Kez shuddered and hissed, and Bia felt the hot spurt of his come inside her, putting out the fire and killing all traces of the pain of her heat. She moaned in relief and slumped, her strings cut, feeling as blissful as if she was on a cloud, the relief was so intense. There really was no feeling like it.
She smiled up at him as they caught their breath. The scent of their heat had filled the van, and she could smell him like spiced wood burning on an open fire. He looked as dazed as she felt. “I love you, Kez,” she murmured, stroking her claws over the red stripes on his face.
“I love you too, my mate,” he returned, dipping his face for a kiss. He was still inside her, and it would be a few more rounds before either of them felt like separating. He teased one hand down his side to her hip, adjusting her against him, then he moved.
The first wet slide was always so strange, and Bia stiffened at the sensation, then forced herself to relax. It wouldn’t do for her to tense up now. Kez moved in inches, short little thrusts to ease his come through her, his cock stroking her inside, and she had to let out a controlled breath. She loved the way he rocked against her, so gentle and precise, his scales rubbing hers in flashes of sensation like music. When she was wet through it was all so much easier, he didn’t have to be as careful, though knowing Kez, he would stay in control.
He picked up speed, nudging her pleasure centre in a syncopated rhythm that sent jolts through her whole body. He was able to push deep and grind into it, making her keen and hiss and her spine bow. He chuckled softly to himself, then nuzzled into the soft scales under her jaw as her head tipped back. Every now and then he would pause to see how much of his cock she could take, though she was delirious with the pleasure he was giving her and barely noticed the stretch. He grunted at the results of these experiments, determined to make her take more next time.
Her need grew again and she mewled, tucking her head into his shoulder and holding him tighter, using her legs against his lower back to try to drive him deeper where she needed him. The pleasure and pain tangled together until Kez came with a choking gasp, and relief raced through her, washing it all away as she moaned.
She lay with her eyes closed, limbs slack, trying to catch her breath. She felt his hand on her cheek, his claws tracing over her ear and his thumb under her lip.
“Is that enough to get you home, shalzai?” he asked, voice tired and rough.
She blinked her eyes open, trying to focus on his where they were so close to her face. She didn’t want to move. She liked the little den they had made, and she didn’t want to let him go, not when she needed him… but she knew it would be better to move sooner rather than later. Eventually they would need food and water, and the thought of doing this in their own bed was appealing too, where he could take his lenses out and she could see his red irises properly.
She smiled, momentarily distracted by his crest where
it curved towards her, pulled by gravity. She rarely got to see it in all its glory. Sometimes it might sneak up if they were making out, but Kez always pushed it back down when they finished. Now she took a moment to work the webbed spines between her fingers, feeling their stiffness and the way it twitched in her hand almost eagerly. It was her favourite shade of red, and her reaction was visceral, instinctive. It was meant to make him look strong, virile, capable, and the female in her responded out of Bia’s control, relaxing, trusting and wanting him.
She nodded. “Let’s go home. But be quick.”
He grunted, kissed her, and pulled his cock out of her with a wet release that shocked her. She’d got used to him inside her, the heat and pressure. Now she just felt empty and cold, and wet. The loss of him made her afraid, her instincts telling her the pain would be back, she needed him, they weren’t done yet. She wrestled those feelings down with reason. He hadn’t gone anywhere. He was taking her home, and once they got there, he would be right back inside her.
Kez sat up and tied his robe around himself again, his cock making a tent in the fabric. “You can stay back here if you want,” he offered gently, his eyes scanning her naked body as if she looked like dressing would hurt her.
She considered the clothes she had worn to work, but she didn’t want to put them back on. They were too constricting, too revealing. She pulled Kez’s top robe out from under her. It might have been spattered with his green come, but so was she and it was dark, no one would see. She pulled it around herself, letting his scent comfort her. She held the collar to her nose and breathed deep, meeting his eyes.
“I’ll sit up front with you,” she told him. “I don’t want to be alone.”
He cupped her cheek for a moment, and she nuzzled into his palm, and then he opened the van doors and helped her down. She shivered in the evening air, cold and fresh after their cosy improvised den. As Kez led her round to the front, she couldn’t wait to get home, a soft ache already twinging in her belly, making her hungry for him.
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