I am so, so full. His words tip me over the edge once more. Both of my channels pulse, my vision sheeting white as I think I yell his name.
“I am going to spill, my sweet one,” Driok growls, hands holding me tight to him as with three further irregular movements, I feel the eruption of hot lava inside me, his cum painting my insides as he roars out his orgasm above me, his chest heaving and his muscles bulging.
I can’t speak, just as he predicted. Driok has taken me to the stars and back.
No wonder I let him last time, if this is anything to go by.
But was letting him in a second time a mistake? I’m not sure.
Perhaps I’ll have to try a third time to find out…
DRIOK
My little female shudders in my arms as I shudder over her. She has taken all of me, save for my hook. My cock already knows she is filled with a sarkarnling, and there is no need to hook her, not until the next time I rut for her and her womb is willing and ready.
In the meantime, I know I will never be able to get enough of her. It’s like I’m in rut all over again, only this time it’s to ensure she is protected and satisfied.
Because a female filled with a sarkarnling is, or so I recall, a female who is insatiable.
And I am most definitely here for her.
I swim back to shore with her on my stomach, her soft curves pressing into me, my cock and tail still buried in her until we reach land and I have to withdraw. She murmurs softly, somewhere between a protest and enjoyment. I lift her into my arms and carry her to the dwelling which is similar to my quarters on my ship. Here I take her to the cleansing facilities and clean her up, using my tongue where necessary and, although I want to, I don’t use my cock on her again.
There will be plenty of time for that later.
Finally, I order a selection of dishes from the food dispenser and take them to her in our bed where she has curled up among the blankets.
Why did I leave her?
I climb into the pit and spread out the food, shifting my tail and wings as I prefer when I want to be comfortable. Maggie eyes my tail.
“Did you enjoy my tail, my mate?” I growl, putting a platter in front of her and loading it up.
“So what if I did?” she says cagily. “And this is too much food.”
“You are growing a sarkarnling. There is no such thing as enough food,” I tell her.
Maggie growls under her breath, and my scales prickle.
Maybe, despite everything we’ve done, I’m still at risk of envenomation. I try to look at her teeth, to see how she might be able to produce venom. Maggie has a set of tiny fangs, but they don’t look sharp enough to pierce skin.
Not straight away.
Envenomation might be painful as well as debilitating.
I will have to try harder to please her. Although I am not prepared to back down when it comes to feeding my female.
“Fine,” Maggie says, taking the platter. “I’m hungry anyway.”
She takes a few bites of meat, and my cock nearly unpouches. How do mated males manage if their cocks are always like this around their females, and in my case while I was in rut, like this when I was not with her? They can’t spend all their time sheathed in them, or they’d get nothing done.
I’d very much like to sheathe myself in Maggie again.
“Vorostor to Driok,” Maggie says loudly, causing me to look at her. “Oh, there you are. Thought you’d done a disappearing act again, although this time, you’d not taken your body.”
I wrap the tip of my tail around her ankle, which gives me some ideas.
“I will not leave you, little spitfire.”
