“This will not be easy for you,” I warn. “But you will take it, and I will soothe you. I promise this.”
I don’t wait for her response, pushing inside her. It is better this way. I force her to take my bulge, shunting forward. Immediately the tight pressure makes me spill. My throat closes around a guttural rasp from the pleasure it brings me.
“It’s too much,” she gasps, straining, buckling, and shuddering. She shimmies forward, and I force her back, arching my tail upward. “Oh, god!” she cries.
I pet her back, pulling out of her, untrapping my bulge. “Again.” I thrust back in.
She moans with a hitch, grabbing me closer. She brings my bulge halfway in.
I pull out once more and thrust harder this time, pushing through the tight flesh that continues to fight me.
“Vruksha!” she screams as she takes the entirety of my member.
My mind blanks when I’m seated.
It is bliss. And hell. The way she squeezes me, the way I barely fit. The way her channel contracts and every movement her body makes, every sway… My shaft feels it all.
“Female,” I grate, gazing where our bodies are joined. Drool slips from my mouth, so crazed am I with the need to move and thrust.
Tense and trembling, nails biting the scales of my tail, she whimpers, “Too much, too big!”
I run my hand over her spine, comforting her. “It will get better,” I purr.
I grit my teeth and pull my bulge out from her, spilling even more as I do.
She slumps heavily. “Thank you. I don’t think we—”
I line my shaft back up and thrust back in.
She stills with a shocked scream. “What are you doing!?”
“Easing you.” This time there was no fight to my invasion. Her channel constricts.
I do it again before her body can try and reject me. The fourth time, a roar tears from my mouth and joins her whimpering. She’s wet and tight and slicker than before, easing her was the right thing to do. Coupling with a human is anything but straightforward, not from what I’ve seen of men taking human females on the screens in my den. I know how much larger and stranger I am compared to them.
But she’s accepted me and I will worship her for it.
Lifting her until her back is to my chest, I wrap my arms around her body.
Gemma hitches but doesn’t say a word as I start jerking my hips, pounding into her from behind. I twist, rising on my tail and then back down as madness takes over my mind, addicted to the sting of her tight sheath.
It grows with each pump, with each moan. My spill surges forward, flooding my bulge to the brink of pain. I speed up. Gemma shakes, grabbing me as I sway and move her body around, lost in the feel of her upon me. I free her breasts and cup them.
They are soft and sweet. Her tight nipples press into my palms.
Slapping my tail on the water, she slumps in my arms as I thrust harder. Her moans grow wilder. Her sex tightens for a third time this night, for me.
Such a sweet mate she is.
I spill. I spill all of the deep seed stored inside me.
Stars blast my vision as it jets into her. I snap like a rabid animal in heat, needing her to take it all. There is so much, and my body is only producing more. The way her channel milks me, and her soft moans are music in the night, I know she wants it, needs my spill just as much as I need to give it to her.
Even though she won’t say it.
Holding her in the air onto me, I empty into her womb. Her body weakens from the effort. I lay her on my lap, settling into the water, and move us back into the deeper end, sure to remain inside her the whole time. I don’t want to leave her, not now that I’ve claimed her. She may not let me back in.
For a time, she rests against me, with only our ragged breaths sounding between us.
Satisfaction rules me. Satiation. My jealousy vanishes, frightened away by Gemma’s acceptance of my seed.
I curl around my small mate, tangling my tail with her limbs, and hold her close. Spill pumps into her now and then as my loins produce more. But they are sated, I am sated—and obsessed.
Yet my body only continues to make more, and her sheath quivers each time my bulge grows large inside her, stretching her back out.
No wonder my father mourned my mother. No wonder males search endlessly for the lost naga females.
It’s perfection, mating. Contentment settles deep into my bones. I rest my chin on Gemma’s head and close my eyes.
Sleep finds me swiftly.
Fourteen
Death in the Shadows
Gemma
Bone tired, I stare into the shadows of the forest at the edge of the creek. I dozed for a little while, surprisingly. I was even more surprised when I woke to find Vruksha sleeping as well, his chin resting on my head.
I don’t move. The slow dance of the water across my skin feels nice. It washes away the sweat, the dirt, the sex…
The sex. I suck my lips into my mouth.
I knot up. He’s still buried deep inside me. Vruksha groans, shifts, and I relax, not wanting to wake him. Especially in that way. He might want a round two, and I don’t know if I can do that.
I ache. A lot. I throb.
He took me mercilessly. I will feel him for days, if not longer. He saw through my stupid excuses.
The cold water dulls my discomfort immensely though, but his bulge remains inside, and I’m almost afraid to move because it will move, and whether it’s pushed further in or comes out, I’m twitchy about it. I gingerly reach down between us and massage the skin of my sex stretched around Vruksha’s prick, soothing the ache. I tweak my clit afterward for
