Ty obliged, rubbing the flat of his tongue over and over the sensitive little nubbin until at last, Ellina felt herself peaking, felt the silver wire snapping as she came—flooding her with more pleasure than she’d ever felt before.
And that was because not all the pleasure was hers, she realized. Ty was coming too—long, deep spasms of pleasure were wracking his body even as he rode out her orgasm, his tongue still busy on her Goddess pearl. She looked down and caught a glimpse of his long, thick shaft spurting rope after rope of creamy white seed.
Oh gods and goddesses, wish that was inside me! she thought deliriously. Wish he was filling me up with his seed…breeding me…
“You’re supposed to stop thinking like that when you come—not think it even more!” Ty growled, looking up at her. “I can see you won’t be satisfied with a single orgasm.”
“I…but…you…”
Her protests ended in moans as he bent to lick her again, rubbing the flat of his tongue over her swollen clit once more. Ellina threaded her fingers through his hair and bucked up to meet him again.
It seemed they weren’t done yet, not nearly…
Chapter Thirty-four
Later, Ty didn’t know how long he’d spent with his face buried between her legs, lapping her sweet pussy and making her come for him again and again. Her honey flowed freely and he licked it up and coaxed her to make more. And every time she came, he came too—hard, hot spurts of seed that wracked him with pleasure with each spasm.
And yet, he always seemed to want more and he felt that Ellina wanted more too.
It was Tisa and Lor, of course. Until the two chewchies were finished with their first mating, he and Ellina wouldn’t be free of the overwhelming lust. But how long could the chewchies last?
He had no idea but it seemed like forever.
Despite the multiple orgasms they both experienced, the need never seemed to lessen. At times, it was all he could do to keep himself from rising off his knees and thrusting his shaft deeply into Ellina’s pussy instead of just using his tongue. Her moaning and begging and the way she kept imagining him doing exactly that to her—helpfully relayed in vivid mental pictures straight from her mind from Lor to Tisa to Ty—nearly drove him insane with the need to bond her to him.
But somehow he kept himself from taking her. And after an unknowable time, the lust at last began to abate.
“Oh…” Ellina moaned at last, sagging against the couch. “Oh gods and goddesses, Ty. I feel exhausted…”
“Me as well, little one,” he growled tiredly. Goddess, he loved going down on a willing female, but he’d never done a marathon session like this before! While it had lasted, the lust had consumed him—making him want to do anything to please her, anything to pleasure her.
Anything for the Mistress, whispered a cynical little voice in his head. Isn’t that what you’re programmed to do—to feel? That you’ll do anything she wants and beg to do it again, no matter what it is?
But that wasn’t fair, was it? It wasn’t as though he’d groveled and begged to serve her in any way she wanted…
You called her “Mistress” though,” the little voice taunted. Better be careful, Ty—you’re fucking close to losing yourself in her—to losing your whole identity in the role of Body Slave, which is what you were made and trained to be.
He tried to push the idea away but somehow it didn’t want to go.
“That was…amazing.” Ellina’s soft, tired voice drew him out of his inner thoughts and he looked up to see her looking at him with love and hopefulness in her gaze. “I never knew I could feel such pleasure,” she told him. “It was even better than the last time when you, you know, only used your fingers on me.”
“It was my pleasure, little one,” Ty said and meant it. He licked his lips, getting the last traces of her salty-sweet honey. “Gods, you taste so good.”
“Is that all you did—just tasted her?” Tisa demanded in his head.
Looking up, Ty saw his new chewchie was sitting on the back of the couch again. Lor was lying beside her, panting as though he’d run a marathon without stopping but Tisa looked as fresh and energetic as ever. She radiated a sense of immense satisfaction as she smugly groomed her tail.
“That’s not your business, Tisa,” he growled, feeling irritated despite his love for the little creature. “And you need to be more careful. You and Lor nearly pushed Ellina and me into doing something we both would have regretted.”
“Why would you regret it?” Tisa demanded, apparently completely unrepentant. “Why shouldn’t you breed her?”
“It’s not that simple,” Ty said, frowning at his chewchie. “I am an off-worlder. Also, a Kindred can’t just ‘breed’ a female. Full, penetrative sex for us almost always results in an unbreakable soul-bond.”
“It does?” Ellina looked at him, wide-eyed. “So if we…you know…you couldn’t, er, wouldn’t leave me?”
“Of course you’re not going to leave her,” Tisa exclaimed. “She is your mate!”
This was getting into very sticky territory indeed, Ty thought as he refastened his trousers.
“You know,” he began carefully, speaking to Ellina, not Tisa. “This was meant to be a temporary assignment—I was only supposed to stay until your guards were trained and you were safe.”
“But now you have me and I have Lor and Lor has Ellina and Ellina has you,” Tisa pointed out, not giving the Potentate a chance to answer. “So of course we have to stay.”
Ty wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t say anything. But this seemed to be as good as an admission of guilt to his new chewchie.
“Ty!” she exclaimed in his mind, sitting up
