Although we’ve coupled many times, I’ve never been fully present until today, and certainly my inner animals haven’t been this close. She has agreed to be our mate. She loves us. We all need a taste of her. To own her. To mark her.
My hand slips between her legs and investigates her slit. She’s wet for me and so ready she opens her legs wider for me in invitation. After slicking my finger in her juices, I flick her little pleasure-button. The deep timbre of her moan makes my cock bob in anticipation.
I circle the little nub, too far away to provide relief. It simply builds her pleasure.
“Please, A’Zul,” her voice is breathy.
“Soon, mate.”
My finger edges closer, just enough to spark her interest without granting respite. When her head thrashes from side to side I take pity on her and spread her legs. Kneeling between her thighs I inspect her, memorizing her pink folds and the tiny lump of flesh that becomes the center of her world when we couple. We’ve never done this in the light of day, always in darkness or the faint light of the glowing plants in the inner cave.
“You’re beautiful, KJ. Beautiful everywhere.”
One of my fingers catches a drop of her cream as it slides from her opening.
“You taste beautiful,” I tell her as I lick my finger with the flat of my tongue. I watch as her eyelids flicker closed as if she’s too overcome with passion to keep them open. She wants me. When I dip my finger into the wellspring of her loins again and then slowly lick as if I’m tasting the food of the gods, she moans from the back of her throat like a mountain feline, and isn’t able to hold my gaze.
Finally, her eyes fly open and, her voice tempting, says, “It tastes better at the source.”
“That it does,” I agree, “but some things feel better the longer you wait for them.”
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and seems resigned to wait. After I nestle close to her and begin lapping her juices, I feel my animals gather close. I revel in their return as they crowd in to share a taste of our mate.
Although I don’t feel in control of them, they don’t want to take over. They’re in the mood to share, it seems, as they watch and taste and snort in deep gusts of her scent.
I feel empowered, with my spirit animals so close. I tease my new mate with my tongue until she’s panting.
“Please.”
I enjoy the power of making her desperate, and now I want to enjoy the power of giving her release. We all do.
My mouth surrounds her pleasure-button and I slip two fingers inside her. I instantly find the magic spot that beckons me. I make her sing my praises through the cadence and volume of her moans.
When her peak subsides I give her the quickest moment to recover, then pleasure her again. These are tricks I learned in the cave with the help of the reds. They’re so much more powerful, though, now that I’m in the clear light of day with KJ as my mate.
She’s panting and slick with sweat and her head flails back and forth as she says, “No more, A’Zul. Mercy!”
I sit back on my heels and wait for her to come back to the planet from where she was dancing in the stars.
“Come, mate,” she says, her lips curling upward in a smile when she uses the word, “I want you.” She widens her legs, opening herself to me.
I feel my stallion and dragon step closer. They send me a picture of mating her from behind, biting her shoulder and squealing in release. I commune with them for the first time in years. It’s hard to focus on KJ for a moment because I’m reveling in our reconnection. I draw a line for them and press them back, then return to pleasuring my mate.
I pause after lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. Things are different between us than they’ve ever been. Maybe it’s the noise of the falls or the humid air or the feeling that time is standing still.
I think, though, it’s because the fog in my brain has lifted and my inner animals are near and most of all, she’s agreed to be our mate.
This moment is more than beautiful, it’s sacred. With the feeling of being in a temple, I place my cock at her slick entrance and slide into her a little at a time. Her channel is hot and squeezes me in welcome.
She sucks in a long slow breath, a perfect smile on her face as I breach her. Bending low over her, my fingers in her hair, I give her more of the pretty words she loves to hear. Telling her all the thoughts she should have heard from me days ago, thoughts I was too confused to share.
“I do love you, KJ. I loved you from the moment I saw you. I showed it in the only way I could then, by protecting you. Now,” I ease into her, just the slightest bit more to catch her attention, “I’m showing you in other ways.”
My thrusts are slow and deliberate. She presses the back of her head into the grass and presents me with her arched neck. She’s in this moment with me. We’re both using this union as the ceremony that binds us together, confirming our bond. We don’t need a priest or temple. This moment right here is our solemn rite.
“Faster, Love,” she urges with her words and her hips.
As I increase my tempo, my stallion and dragon nudge closer. I need to include and honor them in this ritual so we
