Aykeetan

by Harpie Alexander

  The first thing I do is give him the fiercest kiss I can muster, smashing my lips harshly against his. My hand wraps around the back of his head and pushes us closer together, like squeezing something incredibly cute because the drive to do so overwhelms you.

  “I love you,” I exclaim with affection and fondness, because I need him to know that I truly do. “You make me incredibly happy, and you’ve helped me to feel whole. I want you so bad right now, but first, I want to try something out.”

  “I love you too. I’m yours, Jane, however you need me.”

  I kiss his lips again, then his cheeks, his neck, and his chest. I start off slow, but my pace picks up because I’m rather excited and can’t keep my greedy lips to myself. My hands roam his chest while I continue my kisses down towards his navel. I lick that too, and he bucks his hips up, his erection smashing heavily against my stomach. “Aykeetan!”

  “Sorry, love, that felt good.”

  “Yeah well, tell me if this feels good.” I tickle his sides furiously in retribution. I note his navel is an erogenous zone.

  “Ugh.” A tight grunt stiffly leaves his mouth.

  “Yeah. Uh huh. I have my own moves too, hun,” I say as he watches me while squinting. I know a challenge when I see one and I plan on winning. Just not this second.

  OK, back to business. I want to blow his mind, literally. My eyes drink in his sexy blue-black Viking hair, strong jaw line, and bold cheek bones, his hazel eyes and pale blue skin. He’s a brute. My brute.

  He’s at least 6’5, and there’s a lot to love about his rock-hard body. A painters’ dream. I think of the painting I need to finish. Maybe I will remove the sheet from the painting altogether.

  I place those thoughts away for later. He has no hair on the rest of his body, no treasure trail to follow, but that’s OK. I know where my hands need to go.

  Kneeling between his legs, I grab his member, causing him to release a sharp hiss. My fingers don’t make it all the way around his girth.

  My goodness, how much does this thing weigh? Just thinking about the passionate destruction that will occur when we make love makes my core ache and pulse. I lean down to lick the beady droplet of seed and I receive a strong whiff of his manly scent with a hint of lemongrass.

  He even tastes like lemongrass. My goodness, I’ll need to be careful. I could get addicted. Between losing myself, pleasing my new mate and his delicious taste, it’s bound to happen.

  I cup his large sac, which is heavy too. He groans, tilting his head back and thrusts his member closer to my face. His sac is pulsing in my hands, full of all the seed he’s going to give me.

  Oh, my god. What’s going on with me? I’ve never been a dirty talker, but I can’t help it, I’m so far gone in my lust, I don’t even care. This is natural. This is what people think, say and do in the bedroom, or on the beach...whatever. I’m loving my new mate the way we're meant to. If someone finds this filthy, it’s not their concern.

  When I lick him from his base all the way up the stem of his member to the tip, I’m gifted with more lemongrass flavored seed.

  “Come for me,” I demand him, as my sexual innocence morphs into confidence.

  And as if he has full control of his faculties, he generates more for me, so I try my hardest to encompass my mouth around the head of his member, swirling my tongue as I pump and knead him. It barely fits, but I do my best to accommodate him.

  “Uh.... oh. Jane, this...is...uh... incred... ugh.” He grunts as his hot seed splatters into my mouth.

  I swallow what I can, but there’s too much and some dribbles down the side of my mouth and under my chin. Taking a finger, he scoops up the rest before placing it into my mouth. He’s filthy and I love it.

  “Mm. Lemongrass.”

  “You are too much, more than I could have imagined,” he says, clearly spent. “We still haven’t completed the bond, Jane. We need to make love, but I need a minima to recharge.”

  “I’m ready when you are, hun.”

  I need him desperately, but I just took him for all he had. I understand he needs time.

  So we cuddle each other on the sand, while thinking of how I’m incredibly lucky to have such a mate who loves, adores and accepts me for who I am.

  I was so shy before him, because of my lack of experience. But with him, he helps bring out the best in me, including my sexuality. I don’t have to be shy or ashamed of what I like him to do to me, or what I want to do to him. It’s freeing. And I can’t wait for round two.

  Chapter Twenty

  Aykeetan

  By the gods, what she did with her mouth was incredible. I originally thought she wanted to be in control and mount me, given how large I am, so I complied with her wishes. It would be easier to take her for first time if I’m beneath her, so she can gently ease her way onto me, but I was pleasantly surprised at how wrong I was.

  Instead of mounting me, she ordered me down and kneeled between my legs, so she could stroke, lick and suckle my cock. The feeling of her sweet and soft lips, and her smooth tongue, almost made me lose control. I could have died alone just from the pleasure she drew from my body, playing me like an instrument that only she, and she alone, knows to play. I’m not sure what this lemongrass is, but I’m excited to be her new favorite flavor.

  It’s much darker now, and I can see the stars line up in the sky. Having the ceremony down here was my mate’s idea and it’s perfect, but we could have done our Kea’Vah anywhere and she still would have made me the luckiest male in the universe.

  We are taking a minima of rest, so I can build up my seed again. I pray to the gods that she becomes pregnant from our Kea’Vah bonding ceremony. I wish to see her body swell with our younglings; nothing would please me more. The image my mind produces instantly hardens my cock and I feel ready to go.

  I lay back, grab her hips and roll her so she’s on top straddling me.

  “Ah. What are you doing?!”

  I don’t respond. Instead, I lay back and guide her upwards until her core is centered over my face with her legs sprawled out beside my head. I lick her over and over, readying her small virginal body for me. She is mewling and moaning, like I knew she would, her cream lubricating her slit in preparation. This time, I scoop some up with a finger and coat it on my cock and I nearly spill.

  I slow my ministrations when I lower her hips down to my stomach, so I have access to her face. I reach for her, bringing her face close to mine to seal our lips together. She’s grinding her hips against my stomach. She will mount me after all.

  “Are you ready, my love?”

  “Oh god, yes please.”

  “You’re in control of everything my love. We’ll work through it together.”

  She slides her hips down further until my cock is lying flat against her backside. She sways her hips back and forth.

  “This feels so good,” she says as she rubs her slit against my groin.

  My hands skim across her stomach inching their way up the swell of her breasts and I palm each of them. They are heavy and full. They will fill our younglings with milk when the time comes. I gently pinch her dusky nipples and she grinds hard against me.

  “Ugh, now it’s you that teases me,” I groan out.

  Sliding her hand between our roused bodies, she grasps my cock and slides it across her silken wet folds. It’s feels like velvet, super soft, but wet at the same time. My cock pulses and jostles in her hand, desperately seeking her protective channel. It wants to nestle there and make a permanent home. I want this too.

  Unable to help myself, my hips jut upwards and she uses this momentum to seat herself over me fully, allowing her slit to open to encompass the head of my cock.

  “Uh!” We both sigh out in euphoria.

  “So vrakk’n tight. Please have mercy on me,” I manage to choke out.

  Jane

  My mate knows my body like an instrument like he’s been honing his talent for years. I guess that’s what happens when you're meant to be togeth
er, you just fit right. I pause for a moment, relishing the connection of his body inside of me. The feeling of such fullness spread wide with a tight burn that aches in time with my clit. I heard that the first time is painful, but the only thing painful about this is that he’s not fully inside me. I need more.

  “More. It doesn’t hurt...I need it deeper. I ache for you to fill me all the way,” I beg.

  His hips slowly thrust upwards toward mine until it’s not possible for him to get any deeper. I groan out in the satisfaction of his body claiming mine in such an intimate way. There is so little space between our bodies that my clit is jammed up against his pubis, so I grind forward and backwards and I’m rewarded with penetration and clitoral stimulation at the same time. I’m not going to last like this.

  He hasn’t moved, and I think it’s because he needs to be assured that he’s not hurting me.

  “There’s no pain, Aykeetan. Please make love with me.”

  And for the next while we thrust and grind against each other, deeply but slowly. Feeling inch by inch, the incredible pleasure that builds in our bodies. This isn’t...fucking. This is passionate love making.

  We are so lost in the moment, words no longer come out of our mouths. Only the sounds of moans, groans and grunts escape our lips as we use each other, grating each other down, nerve by nerve, until there’s nothing left but our hearts and souls.

  So this is what it means to be bonded in the Kea’Vah way. We move as one, we feel as one, we are one. And in that moment, we both come as one, screaming each other’s names in ecstasy.

  Panting hard with our energy depleted, we slow to a full stop.

  I lay against his chest with my neck under his head. His arms wrap around my body. In this moment, I’ve never felt more alive, more loved, or more connected with any person. I fought so hard in the beginning because I thought I was doing the right thing.

  How could I ever allow something to grow between myself and another being just to have it snatched away when I died? It felt so wrong, but I’m so glad that my life has turned out different. I love this male deeply with all my heart and soul and I’m never letting go.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Aykeetan

  I’m the luckiest male alive. We’ve completed our Kea’Vah bond and my hearts and soul are soaring with love and appreciation for my mate. I’m silently thanking the gods for allowing me this tremendous gift. Without her I’d never have a mate or younglings of my own and would be destined to live and die alone.

  The Kea’Vah entwines mates in such a deep way. I feel so intimately connected with her that if she died this very minima, my soul would soon follow after. But she’s not dying. She’s completely healthy and together we will live long lives making many, many younglings. I will give her the biggest family she could ever imagine.

  We continue to rest on the beach, as it is tradition with the ceremony. I would take her again, but we are both exhausted, as it should be after a good mating. She’s sleeping now, but when she wakes, I do plan on having her again. Tomorrow is a big day. There are many decisions that must be made, and I know some won’t be easy for her. Whatever her choice, I’ll stand by her.

  Eventually, I fall asleep as the night takes me.

  I WAKE TO THE FEELING of my mate’s body wriggling against me. It’s sunrise and all the traditions of our ceremony is complete. Our first night together, fully mated.

  Grinning, I wonder how I’m going to please her this morning. My body aches for her already. It will be a while until we can no longer cling to each other like suayblis in a heat cycle.

  “Hey there handsome. I can’t believe we slept here out under the stars, on the beach, none the less. I wish I’d thought of this sooner. Camping out here would’ve been amazing.”

  Kissing her hair, I grunt in agreement. “It’s part of the ceremony to stay out all night until sunrise, my love.”

  “Oh? I didn’t know,” she says, smiling. “That was perfect. Everything about it was perfect. Even though I’ve never been married, this already feels so much better than that. I’m so happy I came around.”

  “It was.” I stroke her arm. “I’ve heard of this marriage thing, my mother told me about it. She’s like you, human. She says people get this marriage, then divorce. I don’t understand how you can choose a mate and leave them. I’d never leave you, my love. You are meant for me.” My arousal sparks, remembering the feel of her body encompassing mine. “We need to discuss some things today, my love.” I stroke her hair.

  “I know we do, and I thought about it all morning. I really want to stay here in my cottage on this land. It’s my home, and I feel so selfish saying this because you’ve come from so far away just to find me, but I realize it’s probably not safe to stay here any longer given what’s happened.” I can see tears well in her eyes. It’s clear she has thought long and hard about this and it’s not an easy choice for her to make.

  “I’m happy to be wherever you wish to be. On a rock, in a cave, here on earth. It doesn’t matter. All I need is you,” I murmur tenderly, trying to comfort her as I lean in for a kiss on her sweet lips.

  She kisses me back in full, opening her delicious mouth to me. I plunge my tongue deep inside, tasting and savoring her flavor. I flip her over, so she’s beneath me and I spread her legs wide to seat myself between them. I kiss and suckle her skin all the way down her body while her hands roam on the sides of my face and in my hair. She’s enjoying this. I can smell her arousal building just as my cock is beginning its ache to be deep inside something warm, something tight and deep.

  I reach her mound and inhale deeply as I rub my face against hers before I lavish her clit and steal the cream of her slit. She moans and pushes her mound against my face harder for more pressure. I look up and our eyes meet.

  “I feel so empty without you,” she cries out.

  I grasp her thighs and tug her body down so her hips as lined with mine. I rub myself up and down against the top of her channel, coating my cock with lubrication. In one slow, agonizing motion, I plunge deep inside her until my sac crushes tightly between my body and her bottom. She arches high off the ground, wrapping her legs around my hips while her arms hold onto my neck.

  “Deeper,” she demands.

  “I don’t think I can,” I choke out.

  Just thinking of going deeper makes my cock pulse and my sac ache. If only I could. I thrust against her again until my sac is completely crushed against her bottom. However, I squeeze my ass as hard as I can, propelling me further into her greedy channel.

  “That’s it,” she screams.

  Dear gods, if someone was on the beach with us, they’d think I was murdering my mate.

  We continue this way, our bodies slamming against each other, as I carve out her channel. The feeling is incredible. Pleasure builds inside me and bursts. I roar as my hot seed floods the deepest, darkest depths of her channel. I pump a few more times as she crushes her face against mine, breathing heavily as she orgasms.

  She doesn’t just satiate my carnal needs, but her love fills a loneliness that only a mate could fill. I don’t think I can live another day without her, or this connection we’ve made. The gods were right to choose this female for me. I wouldn’t change anything about her. She’s perfect, and I know that I’m perfect for her. The changing and our Kea’Vah bonding ceremony confirms the truth. I sometimes used to think that it was strange how we could never freely pick mates, but now I fully understand why our gods chose a different path for us.

  Our bodies are littered with sand from staying out here all night to complete our ceremony. We need to clean off, so I pick her up and toss her small body over my shoulders. She barely weighs a thing. I could carry her to the ends of the universe and back and still not tire. I head towards the water with bathing in mind, but a deep part of me wants to have her again. I just can’t seem to get enough.

  “Hey!!! What do you think you’re doing?!” She playfully bangs her fist on my back.

  “We
need to clean off.”

  “I have a shower at the cottage.”

  “No.” I swat her bottom before rubbing gentle circles to smooth away the small blush I’ve created on her cheeks.

  “Uh. Hey, that’s no fair. What do you mean no? Put me down.” She grabs my ass and firmly squeezes. “How you like that, huh?” she asks in between giggling.

  Stepping over the swelling beach waves, I head further into the ocean until the water level nears my hips. I put her down slowly into the water, allowing her time to adjust to the temperature. “I like it very much actually. Do it again.”

  “Oh really? If you want it, you’ll have to wait until I get you back first. Oh, the water isn’t bad.” She dunks her head back, and when she is standing up again, water sluices down her breasts where her nipples crinkle into tight dusky peaks.

  Growling, I kneel down before her and suckle one into my mouth and move onto the other one. I heft her up in my arms and lean her back flat against the water where she begins to float. She looks at me curiously.

  “You are insatiable. I don’t know if I can take you again so soon.”

  “Shhh, I need to concentrate.” I open her legs and lift them over my shoulders, bringing her mound back to my face. “You want to leave earth and come to Ay’Kea’Terrra or stay here on Earth?”

  She nods. “Leave. I think it’s for the best. I just regret having to leave my home.”

  Good. My sire and mother will be happy to hear I’m coming home with my mate. I part the lips between her thighs and make love to her with my mouth. It doesn’t take long, and she rewards me with more of her tave flavor cream on my tongue.

  We exit the water and wait to dry off before we get dressed. Holding each other’s hands, we walk along the beach and up the steep hill until it becomes a cliff. I carefully avoid the giant hole that swallowed me last time.