“I knew better then... well, just after. He came in me. It felt so good, I moved against him, seeking more.”
“And he battered you.” He didn’t question it. His ridge plates shifted against the top of her head.
Miri nodded. “He told me I was worthless, unappealing, unpalatable, that he couldn’t even come fully erect for me.”
“He lied,” Daahn attested.
“Yes. Then he washed me.”
His head came back, and Daahn stared at her, his fury imperfectly masked. “He tried to hide it by washing his cum out of you?”
She considered that. “No, just outside. He scrubbed at me. It was...”
“What?”
“I hurt. I hurt so that I could barely breathe and couldn’t stand, and I still wanted him. I wanted him in a way that defied reason. As time went on, I tried to understand why —”
Daahn released her, his eye slits widening and his muscles tensing. He uttered a series of curses in both languages, his Xxan long and trilling, perfect to her ear. “How long did this — attraction last?”
She fought for a clear memory, though the days after that beating flowed together, making a precise determination impossible. “Several days, as I recall it.”
He turned away, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck.
“Daahn?” she called out nervously.
“And he told you that you didn’t arouse him,” he growled. “Did he continue to beat you while the attraction lasted?”
“Yes. He did.” Daahn didn’t believe she wanted Master S’sie now, did he? She considered assuring him that it wasn’t so.
“Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.”
“It is the truth,” she managed to say. She fought back tears at the fact that he didn’t believe her, but one escaped and spilled down her cheek.
He looked back at her, his expression unreadable.
“You don’t trust me,” Miri surmised, her heart sinking. He had no reason to. He never had. He likely never would.
And now this. The sex had been a Dominant show, no doubt, and by S’sie’s attack on her, she’d offered offense to Daahn’s Dominance.
It was a completely enjoyable show of Dominance, unlike S’sie’s. She wanted him to repeat it, but that was unlikely, considering the turn of events.
As if drawn by that thought, Daahn was abruptly before her, his body crowding hers to the countertop, his hand tangling in her hair. “Do you want me to trust you?” he asked. “Implicitly? Completely?”
She nodded, at a loss for words. Why she’d want such a thing was beyond her. How she’d accomplish it was a mystery.
His hand released her hair and slid lower, settling on her mating stripe. His massage set off waves of heat and musk. Miri felt Zhigaaah bead up. Daahn licked first at the tear track on her cheek, then worked at collecting the pheromone from her throat. His cock and musk rose in response.
Miri pulled at his belt, loosening it, moving along to the buttons beneath. His cock thrust toward her, stroking over the back of her hand. She sought out the sensitive flesh at the base, encouraging him. He’d asked if she’d done that for Master S’sie; it must be the way to arouse him.
Daahn unbuttoned her shirt one-handed, his fingers brushing between her small breasts and down her stomach. His other hand worked diligently at her mating stripe, and his mouth closed around the lobe of her ear, suckling lightly at her. He paused at her belt, flattening a hand against her abdomen and stroking upward, teasing his thumb at her nipple, forcing Miri against him in pleasure.
Her fingertips found an indentation beneath his cock, and Daahn shivered in response. Did he have a full secondary, a vestigial secondary, or was it simply pleasurable to be touched there?
“Bring me up,” he ordered. “Take me fully.”
Miri hesitated to admit she didn’t know how to. She hadn’t succeeded in bringing Master S’sie up fully, after all. She hadn’t even been given the chance to try. She needed to think, but his circling thumb was driving her mad, and —
She pressed her thumb to the spot, circling as he was at her nipple. Daahn arched toward her with a moan that sounded of delight, the nub extending past the flap of skin, seeking more. Miri played at it, circling the soft tip more purposefully.
Daahn dragged her shirt off her free hand, letting it settle around the hand working him. He thrust up into her touch, now three finger widths extended, a full finger width farther than she’d risen the master.
“You’re so good,” he whispered.
Miri’s confusion was cut short by his move to disrobe. His chest, appearing from behind buttons, had nearly her complete attention. She lowered her face, kissing at the cut she vaguely remembered leaving the night before, moving on to one flat nipple, licking at his smooth skin. His still-rising secondary played at the back of her mind.
His shirt left his body and dropped to the floor. Daahn cupped her head to him, encouraging her. “You want something to lick?”
She moved to the other nipple in answer. Oh yes, she wanted to lick him. She wanted to collect his musk on her tongue, as he did hers.
“Then you’ll have it,” he promised.
Daahn backed away, his secondary cock sliding from her grip. He worked at opening the belt and the buttons down her pants. “Take them off.” When she hesitated, he removed her shirt and tossed it away.
Miri pushed the pants down her hips then thighs, her heart skipping at Daahn’s tongue darting out to scent her, his eye slits narrowing. At midthigh, she released the pants and let them fall, stepping out to stand naked before him. When he didn’t move, she started to turn, offering him her body.
Daahn took her arm, shaking his head. “Not this time.” He led her to the wide bed, pushing his pants to his lower thighs. Without a word, he folded himself onto the edge of the mattress, his cocks standing tall, jerking toward her.
Miri stared at them, hungering to feel the primary buried inside her, the secondary stroking her clit at every thrust. Master S’sie’s had only found the mark a few precious times. Daahn’s would more often.
He leaned back onto one elbow, his eyes issuing the order to his soft-spoken words. “Lick, Miri.”
She sank to her knees between his ankles, glancing up at Daahn in hopes that she’d interpreted his order correctly. At his nod, Miri stroked her tongue over the primary head, gathering his musk.
His breathing hitched and then smoothed. “Now the other,” he instructed.
The secondary was softer to the touch, pliable, bending and undulating against her passing tongue. The taste was different, more pungent, enticing her to taste more. She stroked her tongue along the length, circling the head at the apex of every trip, enjoying the way the shaft and head followed her movements, playing against her tongue much as his tongue had played against it while he fed her.
It was thinner than his primary by half, but when she’d started licking at it, it was half the length, as well. Miri hadn’t realized how long a properly stimulated secondary would grow. And it was still growing. Daahn’s secondary nearly matched his primary in length.
Drunk on his fluids, Miri risked asking an impertinent question. “How long will you get?”
He hummed a self-satisfied note. “Do you wish to find out as you are or by taking me in?”
“The secondary?” Her words slurred, and her heart thundered in her ears.
Daahn smiled, showing his hunting teeth. The sight of the predator usually frightened her, but Miri found it exciting on Daahn... in this situation.
“A few more licks, little blue,” he directed. “Then you’ll learn what I can do with two hungry cocks and a willing female.”
She complied, bathing him, base and shaft and head, first the primary and then the secondary. Daahn watched her, moaning as she sucked at the tip of the secondary, his fingers massaging at her mating stripe, drowning her body in pheromone and mating hormones.
“You feel it,” he crooned. “My Zhigaaal is making you mine. Do you want that?”
Miri sucked at the secondary again, taking down as much of his fluids as she could, hungering for more.
“Massage the base as you suckle.”
She did as he instructed, moaning at the wash of Zhigaaal in her mouth. This was why he drank her Zhigaaah. It was pleasant, drugging, arousing.
Daahn eased her head back, meeting her gaze. “Massage the base, but do not drink this time.”
He jerked at her touch, and Miri looked down to the secondary, aching for it. Her mouth watered, and yet she was thirsty. The Zhigaaal was thick and pungent, a creamy fluid that trailed down the sides of his secondary at her massage.
“A little more, Miri. When it reaches the base, your education continues.”
Her channel throbbed in time with her heart, and her head took up the beat in a light spin.
“You need to feel it,” he surmised. “You need my cocks filling you with cum and Zhigaaal.”
“Yes. I need it.”
“Unbuckle my boots. The less time I waste disrobing, the better for both of us.”
Miri switched her dominant right hand for her weaker left, unbuckling his boots as quickly as possible. Zhigaaal ran over her massaging fingers, making them tingle and burn lightly. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, though it was mildly surprising.
“Stand,” Daahn ordered.
She obeyed without question, her hands leaving his body. Daahn didn’t look at her. He toed his boots off, then divested himself of pants and socks.
Then he looked at her, ranging his gaze up her body, licking his lips. “Stroke the Zhigaaal over your nipples.”
Touching herself for him was bold, but she felt sensual, appealing in a way she hadn’t felt since —
Pushing that thought away, Miri played at her nipples as he had, moaning at his intent staring, hissing at the slight burn of his pheromone on her skin. Her nipples came to hard points, and she stroked harder, enjoying the way the Zhigaaal sensitized them.
“Now your clit.”
His voice was falsely calm, she knew. Every sign, from his partially extended ridge plates to his taut muscles, said he was poised to strike from his reclined position. By the stars, she wanted him to pounce on her.
“Your clit,” he reminded her.
Miri spread her legs, circling her lightly coated fingertips over the nub, crying out at the musk escaping down her thighs, at the maddening need for his touch instead of her own.
“What do you want, Miri?”
Snips of memories assaulted her. There was something...”Last night, you ate our mixed climax.”
“You remember that?” A dangerous smile graced his face.
She nodded.
“You want it again?”
“Oh, yes.”
He flowed to his feet, rippling muscle in motion, the predator, the silent hunter. Her entire body burned and pulsed, a drumbeat of pure anticipation.
Daahn guided her to the warmth he’d abandoned at the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees, his eyes locked with hers. His hands pressed at her shoulders, urging her to her back. He raised one leg and then the other, settling her feet to the edge of the mattress, spread wide around her body. She was open to him, exposed. The very air around them vibrated in the rising tension between them.
The first lick started at the inner apex of her left thigh, stroking toward her knee, following the trail of her musk. He repeated the move on her right.
The next three licks brought her hips up off the bed. They were soft, bathing licks, removing every drop of her musk from the surface of her body. He followed it with a fluttering of licks inside her. Miri moved restlessly, her head pitching back and forth, moaning when he retreated.
His fingers explored the same path, and the bite of heat announced that he was spreading Zhigaaal over her. Holding herself still for it was a physical impossibility, but Daahn didn’t chide her for her weakness. He patiently found every fold and hollow, anointing the outer lips but not inside. Finally, he did the same for her anus.
Daahn braced his hands on her knees, staring down at her writhing form. Just when she was about to question this form of torture, he moved, thrusting his tongue inside her. Miri’s leg muscles tightened, forcing her hips up.
The burning intensified, playing delicious counterpoint to his busy mouth. The need clawed at her, setting off the same searing sensation in her gut that the quickening had.
Water. She needed the bath.
No. She needed his cock inside her, quenching the flames from the inside out.
“Daahn,” she gasped out. “I need you inside me.”
His mouth left her, and he straightened, looking down at her. “My name,” he demanded.
“Aleeks.”
He nodded. Aleeks moved toward her, seating his secondary at her seam instead of his primary.
Miri shook her head, at a loss to form the words to refuse. His secondary was dripping in Zhigaaal. She wouldn’t survive being coated inside as well as outside. Already, it felt as if her vital organs were ablaze.
The secondary stroked inside her, filling her yet not, painting his Zhigaaal along the corridor to her womb. The need slammed into her, and Miri bowed up from the bed, tears escaping her eyes, burning against her sensitive cheeks as his Zhigaaal burned the rest of her. She cried out harshly, lunging for Aleeks, her Xxanian drives dictating that she escape this torture.
His hands circled her wrists, pinning them to the bed near her head. He rose up over her, pushing her along the soft sheets, his strong thighs forcing against the insides of hers, his primary stroking sensitized flesh with every movement. In the end, they were both on the bed, Aleeks staring down at her, her legs loosely wrapped around his thighs.
Aleeks transferred both wrists to one large hand and reached the other between their bodies. The Zhigaaal stroked along her inner thighs was such a shock, her muscles tightened down, drawing his secondary to her os.
“That’s right,” he crooned to her. “You want me deep.”
Miri shook her head, denying it. “I want —” Her breathing was ragged, her senses in a riot.
“Yes?”
“Your primary,” she replied thickly.
“You’ll have it, as soon as you’re prepared for it.”
The room seemed to spin around her. “You didn’t prepare me last night.”
He didn’t smile at the reminder. “That was your quickening. This...”
He released more Zhigaaal onto the surface of her os. Miri gasped at the sensation of his secondary extending past the mouth of her womb. Aleeks’s body was still, which meant the secondary was growing longer.
“This is mating, Miri,” he breathed. “You are mine. Already, you want to be mine.”
With that pronouncement, he came. His primary spewed cum over her abdomen, while his secondary jetted Zhigaaal inside, heating her womb. Her climax crested, and his continued, coating her womb in his potent pheromone. Miri fought for an easy breath, groaning; she could feel every millimeter of her womb, outlined in acid heat and aching for his primary to fill it with cooling cum.
Every muscle in her body relaxed. Miri stared up at Aleeks through a pleasant haze. He released her wrists, feathering his fingertips along her cheek.
He backed out of her, her legs sliding away from his. His secondary reappeared, half again as long as his renewed primary.
Miri licked her lips, her sense of smell and taste overpowered by Zhigaaal. Everything was Aleeks. She craved his touch, certain that every stroke and lick would be an ecstasy.
Aleeks straightened, coming up on his knees. Slowly, deliberately, he massaged the base of his secondary, making his Zhigaaal flow again.
She numbly wondered how many times Aleeks would fill her womb with Zhigaaal before he felt her “prepared” for more. The droplets of his cum sliding down her mound invigorated her. It could be two times or ten times, and she wouldn’t care, as long as Aleeks was touching her.
****
By the stars, her show was enough to mak
e him weep Zhigaaal without the massage. Drugged on his pheromone, Miri lay in a near stupor, but that wouldn’t last long. Soon, her frenzy would take hold again.
As if in agreement, Miri started to move her legs, seeking release of her drives. Aleeks braced them apart and back toward her abdomen, positioning her for the next step in the binding.
Aleeks seated the soft head of his secondary at her anus, easing inside. Miri went silent and still, staring at him, her eye slits dilating as the Zhigaaal penetrated layers of porous skin to her bloodstream.
She bowed up, her breathing ragged, crying out wildly as he thrust deeper. The move brought his primary to her swollen pussy. Pleas for his primary cock left her lips on ragged sobs.
“Every way possible,” he vowed. He slid deeper, seating both cocks in her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Every way.”
Aleeks didn’t doubt that she didn’t know what she was asking. Nor did he question the fact that she’d love it, when he educated her.
One of the conditions Evan had insisted on when he bound Zondra to him was that the Zhigaaal bladder and pump would always be carried on his human cock. If he pierced her with two, the strap-on would take the place of his primary. That meant he didn’t wear the fake cock at all when he was anointing her body or filling her womb with Zhigaaal... or when Zondra was sucking him off. When Evan was filling his wife’s ass with the pheromone, she was getting a load of cum, too, the fake cock filling her pussy. According to both Zondra and her husband, the arrangement had proven quite enjoyable for them both.
Just the thought of pounding his primary into Miri’s tight little ass, while he planted a second load of Zhigaaal in her womb, had him at the edges of control. Aleeks thrust hard and fast into her, driving Miri to another orgasm. Her inner muscles gripped at both cocks.
Aleeks climaxed, smiling as she went boneless beneath him again. He placed a kiss on her forehead, noting her changing scent in satisfaction. After three days of frenzy, she’d carry his scent for the rest of her life, and what a frenzy it would be.
“The next time will be in the water, Miri.” They might even make it to the tub in his... their quarters sometime tomorrow. As a Dominant, he wanted their mixed scent marking their living space as soon as possible. But first, he had to sate her into a slumber to move her that far.
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