My cock hardened, and a soft moan escaped my lips as Amelia’s hand moved down to slide over the length of me.
Amelia flashed a wicked smile, sinking to her knees in front of me. I watched, transfixed, as she reached up under my chavan, stroking the length of me. After a moment, I unbuckled my belt and unhooked the closure of my ceremonial uniform, letting it drop to the floor in a pool around my ankles. My cock sprang free, standing tall and proud, my mating ridges fully erect along the sides.
Her mouth slowly opened so her tongue could slip out and drag gently across the head of my cock teasingly. She let out a soft moan at the taste, making my cock throb and pulse. She enveloped the first few inches of me, pursing her lips and sucking on the head, then sliding down to take more of me into her mouth. I gasped, and she glided up and down, then gazed up at me, trailing gentle kisses along the length of my cock.
“Mm, you feel nice,” she murmured, gripping the base of my cock with her hand and rubbing her cheek up and down the path she’d just kissed.
I groaned at the softness of her cheek against the hardness of my cock and pulsed against her. My cock thickened more and throbbed inside her mouth, my balls aching for release.
Oh, gods and goddesses. If she kept this up, I wouldn’t be able to last nearly as long as I’d like to. She pursed her lips around the head and sucked even harder than before, her tongue flicking across the slit and almost sending me over the edge.
Then she pulled away long enough to say, “First you come with your regular cock, then your mating cock comes out to play?”
“Mm-hmm,” I managed to say. “Yes.”
“Then don’t hold back. Please.”
“I won’t. But first…” I stepped back and held out my hands to pull her to her feet. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
She laughed aloud. “What are you doing, Zont?”
“I want to taste you.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Yes, please.”
Before I set her down, I pulled up her beautiful ivory dress, revealing her soaked panties. Hooking my thumbs in the elastic, I pulled the scrap of fabric down—breaking it in the process. I didn’t even apologize. Instead, I tossed it away and ran my hand over her ass. She let out a throaty moan as I took my turn to kneel before her. Gently, I pushed her knees apart and leaned into her, my tongue circling her clit.
Amelia melted back against the mattress, tilting forward to give me better access. The taste of her made me harder than ever, and as I slid first one, then two fingers inside her, the hot wetness of her nearly undid me.
Her sweet taste surrounded me, infused itself into me.
My love. My mate.
I worked my fingers into her as I sucked and licked. And when she bucked against my hand and mouth as she came, it was all I could do not to plunge my cock into her right then.
I was glad I hadn’t when, a few seconds later, she stood and turned around so her back was to me, twisting her head to kiss me and offering me the back of her neck. I ran my lips along her shoulders, savoring the shivers I sent through her. Then she leaned forward just a little and gave me another one of those wicked smiles of hers.
“Oh, gods and goddesses. Yes, please,” I murmured aloud. Gently, one hand in the small of her back, I pushed her forward until she was bent all the way over, her hands braced on the bed.
She was so tiny, so much shorter than me, that I had to hold her hips and lift her legs off the floor so she could kneel on the mattress to bring her sweet, hot pussy to the right height. I pulled her back toward me as my own hips surged forward to begin pressing my shaft into her.
Her inner walls clenched down around me, the muscles rippling along my cock, squeezing me tight even before we moved. I took my time allowing my shaft to disappear into her, giving her time to adjust to my size.
My hands tightened gently on her hips as I began to pump, every insistent thrust of my cock shaking her body, her head rising and her back arching each time my hips thrust forward. “Yes,” she growled, her voice hoarse with arousal. “More. Please, more.”
Even her words added to the ecstasy building inside me, drawing my balls tight against me as I fucked my mate, the one female who could draw this much passion from me. My cock began to jerk inside her, emptying my first orgasm into this amazing, brilliant, beautiful human woman, and I called out her name even as I clasped her tightly against me.
Amelia shuddered against me, and I let go of her hips with one hand to reach around and circle her clit, over and over, until she screamed my name.
This time, when I told her, “I love you, my mate,” she knew exactly what I was saying.
Chapter Twenty-One
Amelia
We were both shaking when Zont withdrew from me, then picked me up and gently placed me to lie on the bed before lying down beside me.
But I knew we weren’t done.
I draped one leg over him and leaned my head against his chest as he wrapped his arm around me.
Running my fingers along the hard planes of his abdomen, I fluttered them around his cock, which I could already see was changing shape as I touched it.
“Wow,” I said in utter fascination as his first cock—the only one I had seen so far, slid back, the slit at the top widening to allow a second, very different cock to emerge, first as
