Page 49 of King of Serpents

Drawing his mouth from her breasts with one last leisurely lick to each tip, the entirety of his attention drifted downward where his tail tip was working in and out of her. Her sex had drenched his scales complete down the end of his gavo. It was a fascinating and erotic sight and drove his need to taste and explore her even higher.

With a word of warning, he snapped his wings outward, loosening his tight hold as his hands dropped to her waist. Yanking his tail from her, her startled cry fed his desire as he dragged her bottom upward toward his waiting mouth. Alex flailed in surprise, her foot coming close to kicking him in the face until he turned her so that she could lay belly down against his chest comfortably while he drew her vent up to his mouth. His tongues flicked over the slick on the surrounding flesh, and he hissed with pleasure as her flavor burst over his tastebuds and scent receptors. Such flavor! None of the males had ever spoken of it. He was nearly drunk from its potency washing through him. And he wanted more!

His tongues lashed at her soft vent eagerly and dipped into its hot well as he drank deeply to sate the need burning deeper within him. His sant ached with a demanding pulse behind its root that he ignored. He would not be able to ignore it for long, but he was enjoying the way Alex squirmed against his mouth, her vent clenching whenever he pressed his tongues into her, and her little cries pleasing his ears as she spasmed and released her essence over his tongue with every climax. He was not done with her yet. He wanted to see what other sounds she might make, and how her body might continue to tremble and wet his tongue with her pleasure.

Therxian smiled against her vent as he felt his mate’s body wiggle against his chest. She even went as far as hooking her hands beneath his elbows in an attempt to drag herself downward. She did so with such determination that he decided to go along with it and merely bent his upper body to accommodate her... and then nearly stopped breathing when her hot hands encompassed his sant seconds before the intense heat of her mouth closed over the cluster of heads, her smooth little tongue swiping and tapping against them. His body jerked, his muscles clenching as heat built and rushed through him. His tongues drove deeper into her in response, licking her channel and retreating in rhythm with her mouth sliding over him, releasing him and sucking his length deep once more. He quivered as an electric sense of urgency skated over his senses and ran up his spine. It continued to build within him and his sant jerked, needing more than her little mouth could provide. It became a pulse within him, a living breathing need that eclipsed everything else, putting an end to his game.

With a deep, guttural hiss, he tore his mouth from her vent, his entire body stretching and coiling sequentially as his wings stretched wide and snapped at his sides. He held them extended as he reached for his mate and plucked her neatly from his chest, her mouth sliding off his sant with a wet popping tug that drew a heavy spurt of his seed out of his tip as he momentarily writhed from it. Alex’s fingernails scraped over his chest as she instinctively reached out to hold onto him, making him shiver as he flipped her around so that they were belly to belly again before his wings snapped firmly around her small body, trapping her against him, her legs splayed around his torso.

Alex stared up with him with passion-glazed eyes, her flushed cheeks making her face appear brighter and more luminous. Those same eyes widened beautifully when he flexed his pelvis just enough for the heads of his sant to graze her vent. Its heat bathed him with merciless pleasure and his eyes slit at her as he slowly pressed his sant in. His mate whimpered and began to instinctively attempt to wriggle away as the cluster of heads pressed forward, slowly opening and stretching her vent around them. The small resistant motion was enough to draw his wings tight around her in response.

Therxian paused with considerable effort, his body quivering with the force of his need battling against the rapidly weakening restraint.

Never mind. He would remove himself completely if necessary. If she was not yet ready, then he would take his time. He would deal with the consequences in the palace later.

“Alex?” he rumbled.

She bit her lip and wiggled again experimentally, her eyes drifting shut as his sant sank a bit deeper within the tight grip of her vent. “I’m okay,” she panted. “Keep going.”

He hesitated uncertainly, not wanting to harm his mate. Maybe if he adjusted his approach....

“I said ‘keep going,’” she panted.

“Allow to me to just—” Therxian began.

“Fuck,” she moaned, and the sound sent a delicious sensation up his back.

Her eyes flew open and she held his gaze, her features tightening with determination as her thighs clenched his torso and she slowly lowered her hips. Her vent slowly opened, swallowing his sant more and more as she pressed him deeper and deeper by increments.

Therxian panted and hissed raggedly in response, his broken humming resuming. Her vent clenched and pulled at him in reaction and his sant’s root tightened in response, triggering his own instinct as his tail wound around her rapidly. Both his upper-tail and pelvis undulated, driving his sant deeper within her vent’s hot, wet grip. Alex cried out, her sound of pleasure ringing through the nest, breaking through the last measure of his restraint as he shrieked with a primal need to breed.

There was no more going slow as instinct, and the frenzied need to see to his mate’s pleasure and care drowned out every bit of his rationality.

He twisted himself firmly around his mate, his body angling above hers so that she twisted on his sant while it was still buried deep within her. He gripped the edge of the bed with one hand to secure his own hold as his wings clung to her, keeping her tightly in place against his chest. They held her perfectly in place as his lower tail wound around her hips, instinctively hunting for the perfect angle as he rocked into her, his pelvis meeting her soft bottom with every thrust. Alex’s cries were musical as they filled the chamber, her vent clenching around him. It tightened with every thrust until the tension within her unraveled with a cry and began pulsing with the rapid clenching of its muscles, sucking his sant deep with instinctive determination to milk his seed.

Therxian clicked gutturally with a primal growl as his thrusts became quicker and more aggressive. He would give every drop to his mate. He would breed her well as he wanted nothing more than to deposit every drop of his seed deep within her. And with the way she was lifting her bottom to meet his every thrust, her vent strangling his sant, it would not be much longer. He could feel it rising in response like a heat boiling deep within his upper tail where his reproductive organs were protected by heavier scales. He claws scored the stone edge of the bed as he rocked vigorously into her, spurred on by her cries.

“Oh gods, yes,” she whimpered, but he had no idea how she managed even those three words when he was incapable of uttering even one.

All he could do was rumble in response, his humming taking a different note as his lower tail shifted into position, his secondary sant engorging as it pressed through its sheath for the first time, breaking the seam in scales there. It rubbed a hot trail against her leg and his mate shivered in reaction as it slid into place against vent. The one that was already occupied with his primary sant. He growled his frustration as his secondary sant prodded, uselessly searching for a secondary vent that humans did not possess. Logically he knew this, and yet in the fever of his mating, it made little difference. It rubbed back and forth until Alex choked on a moan and reached back, her fingers wrapping firmly around it to guide it against her opening.

Following her guidance, he pressed deep, stretching her vent even tighter as his secondary sant worked its way in until it also anchored deep within her. A deep hiss broke from him, and he immediately began thrusting experimentally with his secondary sant, his body quivering with the pleasure that licked up his primary sant in response. He slowly undulated his body, feeling it out as he rocked both sants into her mate shouted her climax, nearly dragging him over with her.

With both of his sants swallowed by her body, Therxian’s body writhed in a new instinctive demand, his sants pressing into her vigorously, sinking deep and withdrawing. Alex trembled within his hold, her body rocking with his, tightening and drawing her up to a greater height. He carried her there with him, and he could feel her vent responsively tightening and fluttering in minor pulses. His song shifted, deepening and taking on a fever pitch as he undulated, his thrusts driving into her with a frenzied rut. Heat spread rapidly and his sants began to vibrate, drawing short cries from his mate as one tiny climax avalanched into another increasing larger one. He rode through it, clasping her to him, relinquishing himself to the pleasure of being flown by her as they writhed together in their passion-locked embrace.

Her vent worked his sants, constricting them, priming them, and drawing on them until it tightened and bore down on them just shy of the point of pain. Her vent spasmed, and fire bloomed from within his belly and spewed into her as her vent began milking him with hard, hungry pulls with her scream of release. His sants gave over their load and seed released in heavy streams of completion as they rode the edge of bliss and flew over it together.

Chapter 35

Alex groaned as she languidly stretched her tired muscles and threw her arm over her face to block out some of the light from a thick cluster of galthie inches from her head. She did not normally rest in that part of the bed, but she didn’t have the energy to move or even look for one of the many blankets her mate had provided for her. And she couldn’t exactly ask him to hand her one since Therxian had retreated to prepare another meal after their latest round of mating.

Perhaps she should have gone with him after all. More than once, following their initial couplings, he had carried her with him, unwilling to be parted from her even the short time that it took him to retreat to the cooking chamber and return. As the day wore on, however, Alex’s body was practically limp with exhaustion, her muscles protesting the thought of attempting to leave the nest. Following their most recent round, she couldn’t even muster the energy to move to a more comfortable spot.

“So fucking tired,” she mumbled into her arm.

“It has been hard on you, hithana.”

Shifting her arm slightly out of the way, she opened one eye and peeked around the side of it. Therxian gave her a warm smile before bending to set the bowls of stew on the low table closest to the bed. Or, at least, it had been stew. After being reheated so frequently over the course of the day, it was now beginning to resemble something more akin to a gray, semi-gelatinous paste that brought back memories of some of the rations she had endured during various missions.