Catching her hips again, he pushed his hard erection deep into the slick opening once more, and this time he was able to slide in further, for she was more open to him.
And still she gripped him tightly, her channel closing around him as though trying to hold him deep inside, letting him withdraw with a reluctance that had his tip leaking seed before he knew it.
Tera had braced her hands on the armrests, her head thrown back as she panted and moaned, and in some far off part of himself, Illam knew she was totally, carnally, being pleasured beyond that which she'd ever been. It made the male in him roar out in triumph, it made his pride swell, and it made him pump harder, pump faster, his thrust almost rocking the whole armchair.
His thumbs dug into her hips, and he looked down, able to see the thick length of him pulling out, glistening with her natural body lubricant. Circling his staff with his fingers, he made his thrusts harder, but the length of him now wasn't going in so far, blocked by his fingers.
His female knew. She struggled, an angry curse coming from her as she tried to push back into him. His female fought, not totally submissive, and it made him laugh darkly, with sexual excitement and anticipation.
He would dominate her.
His palm slapped down onto one of her shapely buttocks, not enough to mark, but enough to make her stiffen and stop fighting. A reminder that he was the dominant one, she submissive.
Withdrawing completely, he heard her muffled sob of frustration, and he soothingly ran his hand along her spine and watched as she arched back into his touch.
Slipping his finger deep inside her, he hooked his finger slightly and dragged it along the tender channel. She bucked under his hand, her panting breaths filling the air.
Lightning splintered the night outside, and thunder crashed. The rain pelted down overhead.
And underneath his hand was his female, his to mate, to play with, to love. To use and be used by.
A second finger joined the first, and he twisted them gently inside her. His heart thundered in his chest, and sexual heat surged through him.
She cried out, slim legs moving restlessly, but she didn't curse him again, didn't yell. But he felt her need as her moisture coated him, her channel gripping his fingers, the ripples riding through her again.
How he loved those ripples.
Removing his fingers, he pressed his erection against the seam of her body, torturing himself just as deliciously as he tortured Tera. Her moisture was warm on his staff, and he rubbed against her.
"Illam!’ Her cry was pure pleading. “Take me! Please, I beg of you!"
Submission. Pleading. He teased her mercilessly, rubbing the head of his penis around the opening of her vagina, over and over, entering only a tiny bit then drawing back.
"Do you submit?” he snarled.
"Yes!"
Drawing back, aching to have her around him again, Illam thrust hard into her, burying himself up to the hilt, holding himself tight against her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her back as she shuddered and climaxed around him. His hips pumped shallow and hard, fast, pushing and pushing at her, making her climax again as his nodule slid mercilessly over and over the erogenous spot inside her.
When he slid his hand up higher, he could feel the pounding of her heart beneath his palm, and he laughed, low and deep, the sounds triumphant snarling.
"Oh God,” Tera's breath came out in a sobbing rush. “Oh God, Illam!"
His seed spilled deep inside her once more, and again her body took everything he poured in deep.
When he withdrew, he was still hard. The tiny nodule on the end of his penis was a firm knot of nerve endings, and it didn't withdraw back into the sheath beneath the head of his penis. It stayed ready, blood engorged...
Because Illam still wasn't finished. He was still riding the sexual peak.
Pulling his mate from the back of the armchair, he swooped her up into his arms when her legs threatened to buckle, and he saw that even though perspiration shimmered on her brow, and her cheeks had a small track of dried tears of passion, her lips were full and red, and her pale blue eyes shone with an inner fire.
She reached for him, but he tossed her back onto the bed with a snarl of warning. Falling quickly to his knees beside the bed, he grabbed her legs and dragged her toward him, forcing her thighs apart as they were forced to widen to go each side of him.
Her sex was open to him, moist with their combined body fluids. He didn't hesitate.
With a rapacious rasp of his tongue, he cleaned the moisture from her, and she cried out, her hands fisting in the bed covers each side of her. She writhed as his tongue rasped over and over the sensitive flesh of her labia and dragged across the clitoris, that little hard bud of desire. Catching it between his lips, he sucked carefully, and had to place a restraining hand on her stomach to stop Tera from jerking upright.
He knew when the climax hit her, for her stomach muscles clenched under his hand and he saw the moisture seep from the opening to her body. He took it all, his tongue sweeping inside her.
By the time she'd collapsed back, her breathing a harsh panting in the night air, he was climbing onto the bed, climbing up her body on hands and knees, crouching over her like a predator. Leaning down onto his forearms, he took her mouth ruthlessly, kissing and biting, running his tongue along the smooth inside of her cheeks.
She kissed him back hungrily, and satisfaction filled him when she subsided with his warning snarl. Her eyes burned with fire, he saw when he straightened back on his arms.
With a totally wicked, hedonistic grin, he proceeded to nip and bite and lick his way down her body, sucking her nipples in deep, laving them, kissing the underside of her breasts, moving down to her belly button, dipping his tongue into the little hollow. He nipped her waist, and then moved back off the bed, swirling his tongue in the groin, the crease of her thigh, skimming across the top of her mound to the other side, licking the crease of her other thigh.
Grabbing her waist, he flipped her over onto her belly and licked the crease of her buttocks where they met the thigh. He moved lower, around, finding the openness of her and stroking deep with his tongue once more.
His staff throbbed as she started to shudder. He looked up, glancing over the deliciously rounded globes of her buttocks, and saw her rise up onto her elbows and turn her head. She looked at him over her shoulder.
Slowly he stood, her action slamming into him with every pound of his heart.
Naked, on her stomach, legs apart, and looking up at him over her shoulder. Somehow she managed to look pleading and submissive and a temptress all at once.
"Please,” she whispered.
Submission.
It made the feral roar, and he lifted his head and roared aloud. The thunder crackled, reverberating around the room. The rain pounded on the roof.
His sexual peak hit the high, roaring through him with a fiery singe of lust, passion, desire. Though he'd spent himself in her several times already, he was insatiable, unslaked. But now ... now his mate was fully submissive ... and his turn had come.
Growling, he dropped to the bed on his knees, his fists bracing him. He moved up over her legs, his powerful ones either side of her slender limbs. When he was high enough, he suddenly ran his arm beneath her hips and jerked her upright onto her hands and knees, bringing her up before him.
Open to him in the way a Felys female was with her mate.
This was the way a Felys truly mated, during heat phase and sexual peaks. This was how he would truly mate with Tera.
Holding her firmly so that his arm around her hips held her bottom flush with his lower abdomen when he partially bent over her, he thrust into her hard, burying himself once more up to the hilt, his groin against her flesh, his staff buried so high in her he heard her gasp and start forward. He wouldn't let her, holding on, dragging her back hard against him. Her body cushioned his, her channel gripped him, and then he felt her push back against him slightly. He coul
d feel the desire shaking through her, smell the high arousal, but also her wariness, her uncertainty of her small movement.
He let her know of his approval by a swipe of his tongue across her waist.
She pushed back again, and he arched his hips and slammed into her again.
Her groan was pure carnality.
With every slam of his body, she groaned and pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His hair spilled around him in a colorful fall of chocolate, gold and white, the strands sliding over her pale skin, a few strands slipping between her thighs to glide against her sensitive flesh, making her whimper.
He could feel the tension in her, the tension in himself. Felt her climax, but still he wasn't ready. The nodule on the end of his penis sought out the erogenous zone, found it, bumped over it with every thrust of his hips. As his penis slid deep with her, his hardness pushing relentlessly through her rippling sheath, the nodule rolled over the zone, and she screamed, her fingers clawing into the covers.
Heart pounding, Illam snarled. Sweat trickled down the side of his temple, and his whole body felt wired, sparks of fire dancing invisibly across his skin. He slid his hand down along her spine, watching her arch into his touch again, and he ran his hand down further over one smooth globe, kneading the taut muscle within.
His staff was swelling inside her, his libido building, surging, pushing as relentlessly as he pushed inside her body. He felt the rush of his seed, his scrotum tight, his buttocks clenching as he rode towards his own release. He roared her name into the storm.
Sliding his arm from around her hips, he straightened up onto his knees and grabbed her hips. Using the full momentum of his strong thighs, he pulled out of her and slammed back in, over and over, faster and harder.
His staff swelled even more, and was now so thick he had to work, dragging it through her sheath which seemed so tight as it stretched, trying to accommodate his engorged member. Those sparks of fire flared through his tip, skittered down his shaft, and every drag against her flesh made it burn with an erotic heat.
Tera felt it, he saw her lift her head, heard her cry out as the heat built inside them, centered on the friction of where their bodies met and slid against each other.
His thrusts became shorter as he stayed further in her, but they were just as hard. He thrust, pounded, seeking to ease the erotic burn that made him see red flashes behind his closed eyelids. Tipping his head back, he roared again, and pushed hard into her. His hips jerked, and he exploded.
Seed burst out, heat flared, and his staff released everything in a rush. Life poured into Tera, filling her yet again, and Illam could feel the sperm literally pour through from his scrotum, racing up the lines to surge thickly through his penis and deep into the hot channel in which he was buried.
Still he pumped against her, hard and fast, emptying himself until suddenly there was nothing left.
He stayed poised for several seconds, up on his knees with his hands gripping her hips. His head was flung back, his teeth gritted. His hair was stuck to him, stuck to the sweat that had run in rivulets down his back and chest.
His heart was still pounding, and he held still as his heart hammered.
Slowly bringing his head forward, he saw that Tera's head was bowed, her wealth of sweat-dampened hair pooled on the fake fur coverlet. Her shoulders were heaving with every breath she took.
Gulping in air, he closed his eyes again. The sexual peak was almost gone, fading to burn as a pleasant, dim, erotic memory ... until next time. He laughed softly, darkly. Enough of the sexual peak remained to give him the strength that he needed to finish.
Slipping out of Tera, he caught her before she could fall forward. Bringing her back up against his chest, he watched as her head tipped back on his shoulder and her eyes, so drowsy and sated, looked languorously up at him.
"Illam?” she murmured.
"Shh.” He kissed her softly on the side of her temple. Tenderness filled him, the love for her burning in his heart as brightly as the sexual heat-induced lust had not long before. “We're not quite done."
"Okay,” she whispered, her lashes sweeping down to cover her eyes.
She was totally submissive—and very tired.
Giving her another soft kiss to her temple, he slipped back off the bed and maneuvered her up into his arms. Carrying her from the room, he enjoyed the way she snuggled up against him, looping one arm around his neck.
Going into the bathroom, he walked down the steps into the underground bathing room. Soft light lit it up, and the steam from the water hovered above the heated pool.
Cradling her close to him, Illam walked down the steps and into the soothing waters of the pool until the heated liquid covered them up to their shoulders.
"So nice.” Tera opened her eyes sleepily.
"Shh,” he repeated, moving effortlessly through the water until he got to the natural rock seat that was in the side of the pool.
Sitting on the rock seat, he silently thanked Denyon's mother once more for attaching a special cushion to it. It made it so much more comfortable to sit on.
Settling Tera onto his lap, he watched as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair swirling in the water around her shoulders.
His own hair swirled, caught in hers, and entangled pleasantly. As it should be, for it represented their lives now entwined forever.
Opening her eyes, she glanced questioningly up at him. He shook his head, and she subsided.
Now came the final part of the frenzied mating He'd used her body, knew she'd be a little sore, sticky with sweat and an abundance of semen and her own body fluids.
Positioned in a little nook in the rock wall, Illam took the soft fake fur cloth that was imbedded with soap, and he began to firmly wash her.
She sighed blissfully as he ran the cloth over her back and front, thoroughly washing every inch of her torso including the smooth skin under her arms. When the cloth dipped between her legs, she opened her eyes.
"Relax, makit,” Illam said softly. “I'm merely cleansing you, nothing more. There is no more tonight. Now, I'm taking care of you."
Relaxing, she remained quiet, but she didn't close her eyes again. But he knew she didn't mind his ministrations to her body, trusting him totally even when he washed the most intimate parts of her.
Finally he was ready to do her hair, and he tipped her back in his arms. “Close your eyes, makit."
She obeyed, and he wet her hair. Massaging the soap into her hair, he knew that if she'd been a Felys female, she'd have been purring. But her blissful sigh was reward enough, and he felt that surge of tenderness again.
Now he just wanted to hold her in his arms. The closing of the sexual peak frenzy.
When he'd rinsed her hair, he carried her out of the pool and set her down on the cushioned top bench. Grabbing one of the soft towels, he rubbed her hair dry, then attended to the rest of her, making her stand to finish. Instructing her to lift her arms, he wrapped a dry towel around her, tucking the end between her breasts to fasten the towel. After spreading a third dry towel on the cushioned seat, he ordered her softly to sit, and she did so with an almost dreamy expression on her face.
She was female totally satiated, sexually used and happy about it, and now that she was cleaned and dry, she was more than ready to snuggle into bed.
Illam kissed her lips gently. “Soon, makit."
"Mmm,” she replied softly.
Going back into the pool, Illam quickly cleansed himself and washed his hair. He didn't linger with his own ministrations.
Once out of the pool, he dried himself, roughly plaited his hair into one braid that hung down his back, and pulled Tera to her feet. Discarding the towel from around her, he lifted her up into his arms and took her back up the steps and into his bedroom.
Near the dressing table he told her to pick up the comb, and then he crossed to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. Moving behind her to sit on his knees, he positioned his muscular thi
ghs one each side of her slender ones before he commenced working through the tangles of her hair with the careful precision of one well-used to dealing with his own long tresses. The silence between them was comfortable, both of them unselfconscious with their nakedness.
Before long he had the tangles removed and her hair was half dry.
Getting off the bed, he moved to the side and yanked the covers back. Turning, he saw Tera standing a little uncertainly at the foot of the bed, and he smiled and held out his hand.
"Come, makit."
A smile curved those lush lips, and she moved around to lay her hand in his. Drawing her gently to him, he raised her hand to his lips and brushed his lips across them. Noting the small graze on two of her knuckles, he looked down into her eyes.
"It was a wild ride,” she smiled, a touch of teasing in her crystal blue eyes. “But stars, what a ride!"
He laughed and hugged her to him, before swinging her up into his arms and laying her on the bed. Sliding in beside her, he nudged her over with his hip until he could lie down comfortably beside her. Drawing the covers up, he turned onto his side and slid his arm across Tera's waist. Automatically he rested one leg atop hers, shifting until he was comfortably sprawled with Tera's head tucked under his chin.
Tera responded by rolling into him, sliding one leg slightly between his and laying her arm across his lean waist.
He tucked his top leg firmly behind her knee.
She gave a tired laugh.
"Sleep, makit.” Illam rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “Sleep."
She snuggled closer, yawned, and slipped into a deep slumber.
The rain pelted down outside, the wind howled and thunder boomed in the distance. Illam loved this kind of weather, loved being warm and snug and cozy while outside all was wild and wet.
Having his mate snuggled in his arms, and being sexually replete just made it the perfect night.
His sexual peak faded completely, and feeling deliciously exhausted, warm and cozy, Illam drifted off to sleep.
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