Qef.
His cock pulsed again as he watched her. He couldn’t take his eyes away.
Keh-reh-nah moaned as she picked up the pace, rubbing herself against his hardness, and the hitch in her breath as she joined mouths with his once again was almost too much.
She was getting pleasure from this, so much pleasure, he could see it on her face for, unlike her, he was unable to close his eyes.
Never had he seen or heard of a Shum’ai female doing this, taking charge of her own pleasure, and just watching Keh-reh-nah use his body, riding that wave to ecstasy, made his cock pulse so hard there was a chance he would black out.
Her brow was twisted in a frown as she gripped him tighter, her tongue flicking against his as her heat cloaked his own.
She was making soft whimpering sounds against his lips as she began to grind harder, her hips bucking as she rubbed her soft bud up and down his length.
“Keh-reh-nah,” he rasped.
She pulled away from his lips, her eyes finally opening to meet his, and she whimpered again, her mouth falling open into an O as she looked down at her softness gliding over him.
There was moisture there, a slick wetness that filled the air with her scent.
Her face twisted some more, as she screamed his name.
“Ajos, I’m coming!” She gripped him tight as her body jerked, and stiffened, her entire form trembling.
His own climax crashed through him, depositing seed between them.
“Fuck,” he heard her murmur as her head fell against his shoulder. “Fuck,” she panted again.
“Keh-reh-nah?”
“You came?” she whispered.
She seemed surprised, as if it was something to wonder about.
Of course, he came, how could he not have?
“But you’re still hard.” Yes, because he wanted more.
She was still panting and a few shudders went through her.
She grasped his shaft then, her fingers wrapping around him, and he pulsed underneath her hand.
“You’re still burning up…”
Yes, with a fire that could consume her. Only now, he was afraid for her to leave.
He wanted her too much.
Rising over him, she positioned his cock beneath her as she lowered herself, grimacing a little as his head met her entrance.
So warm and inviting. The muscles in his arms bunched as he tried to release himself so he could reach for her.
There was resistance. Her softness did not want to let him in, and he brought his worried gaze to her face.
She was still lowering slowly, her bottom lip bitten between her small teeth as she stared down at him, and when the head of his shaft popped past that resistance, she threw her head back with a moan. “Oh God…” she whispered. Thank the gods indeed. He would suffer for eternity, if only to relive this moment over and over again. She settled over him slowly, allowing herself to adjust to his size. Inch by inch, she slid his shaft within her, and it took everything in him not to push along with her movement. Only the fear of somehow harming her kept the need to surge forward in check.
The softness of her buttocks settled against his thighs, and only then did she open her eyes again.
“Fuck me, Ajos.”
A roar left him as he reached for her and was surprised when his hands settled around her waist.
Realization hit that somehow, as she’d taken him, he’d strained against the straps so much that he’d broken them apart.
Mild surprise passed over her features as he gripped her but that look soon changed to pure ecstasy.
His hands found the curve of her hips easily and he held her steady.
“Hold on, little one.”
A whimper left her as she complied just before he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt and Keh-reh-nah cried out above him.
Her body jerked with each thrust, the mounds on her chest bouncing as he exited and entered her once, twice, three times until he didn’t know where she ended and where he began.
There was a slick wetness running down his shaft and he didn’t know if it was from him or her, and he didn’t care.
Wet squelching sounds filled the air and his cock slid in her channel and he moved one of his hands so he could touch her there, on that soft little bud within her sex.
She cried out when his fingers made contact and that sound alone made his seed sack swell. Another climax was coming, one that shot through him with such intensity that he was momentarily blinded.
Qef. It was a double climax.
He could feel his cock swell, the first globule moving from his seed sack and moving upward. As his seed pod traveled up his shaft and burst at his tip, filling her with his seed, Keh-reh-nah cried out above him once more, her head falling back as her body shuddered.
She was shaking so hard, if he was not holding her, she’d have fallen off him, but he gripped her to him, pulling her toward his chest.
“What—” she breathed, “—what was that?”
But before he could reply, his own body shuddered as another seed pod traveled upward through his shaft.
Kerena screamed, her fingers digging into his shoulder, and for a moment, panic filled him.
She was still shuddering and her eyes rolled back one more time as her body stiffened and she cried out again.
Qeffing qrak. He’d never heard of a female reacting in such a manner to the seed pods.
What if Kerena was allergic to them…to him.
He hadn’t even considered that.
Ajos’ gaze traveled over her face as he waited for her tremors to subside.
He knew his seed pods held a stimulant. That stimulant was supposed to soften the opening to the female’s reproductive channel by making the mating act even more pleasurable. It was a sort of mating hormone, evolved to increase the chances of conceiving.
His saliva held it, his perspiration had it, but the greatest concentration was in his seed pods.
Keh-reh-nah screamed again, her body jerking uncontrollably, and he felt her grip his
