I kissed my way from the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, and down the side of his neck. His scaled skin felt cool beneath my lips. As I trailed kisses across his soft emerald shoulder moss, a powerful floral scent filled my nose.
I gasped at the sudden wave of arousal that struck me, hands tightening against his hard felt-covered chest.
Xylo slid his hand from my hip to cup the side of my face, pressing it to his shoulder. Tilting his mouth to my ear, he whispered, “My moss produces a pheromone-filled pollen. It is an aphrodisiac—one of the ways male Wudox assist their nestqueen to her climax.”
I growled in response. I could feel myself growing damp as I nibbled at the spongy moss, my hips shifting against Xylo.
Xylo hissed in my ear, and I felt his vines writhing against my folds. They traced my clit and pressed against my opening in a frenzied rhythm. I felt the petal tips suctioning against my flesh, each caress a tiny kiss.
“I cannot get enough of your taste. I think it’s why my vines always sought you out, even against my own will—the instinctual need to sample my nestqueen’s essence and complete the mating bond.”
I could scarcely comprehend his words, the effects from his moss clouding my brain. I pressed harder against Xylo.
I needed. I needed to be filled. To climax.
Something prodded my center, and I rubbed against it.
Sliding a hand down his torso, I explored his firm appendage. It had a large head—two oval knobs side-by-side—covered with the same downy fuzz he had on his lips that tickled everything it touched. There was a deep cleft between the halves of the head, and the shaft was velvet over steel. I stroked, and Xylo groaned in response, his hand flying back down to grip my hip once more, pulling me harder against him.
“Lower me onto you,” I begged, my hand pulling at his hip. I’d waited long enough. He was driving me crazy. I needed him inside me.
He rubbed the knobs of his appendage back and forth across my soaked slit, and I moaned at the tingle it elicited.
Gasping, clinging to his hip and shoulder for balance, I rocked my hips, trying to lower myself onto him. His hands and vines prevented me.
I growled, biting his shoulder in frustration. The erotic taste of the moss and the fluid that filled my mouth was similar to the subtle sweetness of his mouth but stronger. I moaned again, writhing against Xylo in a frenzy.
“Can you feel that? That is my extract. The liquid aphrodisiac from my anther,” he growled in my ear.
My body was burning up. I was at the edge of my climax, and he hadn’t even entered me yet. I clawed at his back, trying to force him to enter me.
“Xylo! Please!” I begged.
He pulled his face away from my ear. His hands and vines lifted me, angling me toward his knees. I could feel what he called his anther trapped between us.
“Selena, look at me.”
Dazed, I turned my head, licking the last of the aphrodisiac from my lips. I met Xylo’s burning teal gaze. His hands tightened on my hips as his vines slid my thighs farther apart.
“Selena... I am on the last thread of my control. If we continue, we will be permanently bonded. Please tell me that I am yours,” he pleaded.
“Xylo! Yes! Yes! You are mine. I want you. Now, please!” I cried as I jerked in his grasp.
He lifted me, dragging his anther along my folds, the tingle of his aphrodisiac liquid as it soaked into my folds driving me mad with desire. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt him lower me onto his anther, the bristles rubbing along my clit as he pushed inside.
I gasped at the nearly overwhelming sensation. The second head dragged along my walls as he pressed inside, and I moaned in delight.
I rocked against Xylo, driving him deeper. Our hips met as he fully seated within me, and I ground against him.
Xylo groaned.
I felt his anther expanding within me, sealing my entrance, and my arousal spiraled. I clawed at his back, trying to force him deeper still, rocking my pelvis against his, feeling him deep inside me.
Something expanded from within and attached to my cervix. The vines encircling my thighs fluttered along my folds as my insides flooded with a prickling sensation. The suction of the petals enhancing the sensation.
One latched onto my clit, and I shattered, lunging forward. My sensitive nipples dragged across his felted chest, and I bit his neck, stifling a scream.
He hissed loudly, and I felt his hot seed fill me, burning. A tingling sensation spread through my lower body, traveling along my spine to my brain.
I heard Xylo’s sharp intake of breath as I felt a pop in my mind. My senses expanded, my pleasure multiplied, and I felt his presence from within.
I removed my mouth from his neck and sighed, licking away the drops of light green blood I’d accidentally drawn. The taste was fruity, slightly tangy on my tongue. Drowsily, I laid my head on his shoulder and smoothed my hands up his back to cup his shoulders from behind, my chest pressed against his. With my eyes still closed, I focused on sifting through all the sensations, sorting through my feelings.
“Xylo. You are mine. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Pressure at my entrance decreased, and I felt his appendage slide free. His vines untangled from around my thighs, only the weight of his hands remaining on my hips. He slid lower in the bed, reclining with me still sprawled across him.
A blanket fell across my back, and I opened my eyes to see his vines tucking us in. They wrapped around the outside of the blanket, cocooning us in warmth.
A single vine reached for the table and turned off the lights.
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