Page 81 of I Married A Syllen

After giving each cheek of her deliciously round behind a good nip, I kissed my way back up to her nape. I silence the urge to extrude my fangs and inject her with my bonding fluids. Instead, I settled on her back, reveling in the heat of her slender body trapped beneath. I loved how fragile she felt in my arms as she trustingly abandoned herself to me. Mirella shivered and moaned while I sucked on the sensitive spot on her nape.

When I slipped a hand in front of her between her thighs, my mate lifted her behind to give me better access. That applied pressure against my already painfully hard stem. As I massaged her clitoris, more of her essence coated my fingers, making me purr with approval. She was so wet and warm for me… With a will of their own, my hips started moving, rubbing my length against the seam of her behind. The friction had me wanting to come undone. My abdominal muscles constricted painfully as I imagined what it would be like being buried deep inside with her inner walls gripping me tightly.

As my woman neared the edge again, I pressed my chest against her back and emitted a low vibration hum that would increase the sensitivity of her nerve endings. A tremor course through her, and I rubbed her clit with renewed vigor. Mirella gripped the bedsheet with both hands, her knuckles blanching as she began to crest. Her breathing came in increasingly short bursts, interspersed with needy moans until her body seized. She cried out as bliss once more swept her away. I continued massaging her clit to keep her flying high a short while longer.

Unable to resist any further, I flipped my mate onto her back and settled on top of her. Despite the burning need in my loins, I kissed and caressed her until she was able to refocus on me… on us.

“Do you accept me, my mate?” I asked, my eyes locked with hers.

“Yes, Taelen. I accept you,” she said in a breathy voice.

I smiled then gently claimed her lips again, pouring into the kiss the depth of the emotions she stirred within me. Holding a part of my weight with one hand, I spread her legs wider for me as I began pushing myself inside. Despite how wet Mirella was for me, her body resisted my invasion at first. As much as I burned to ram myself in, my protective instincts took over. Whispering soft words of devotion as we kissed and caressed each other, I slowly inserted myself with several shallow thrusts. My deila bulged at the base of my stem, ready to burst into action as soon as her engorged little nub would be within range.

Halfway, her body yielded, welcoming me in. Mirella gasped at the burn, her nails digging into my back. I hissed with pleasure against her lips at the searing heat of her inner walls surrounding my stem at long last. They squeezed me into an exquisite vise that threatened to instantly make me come undone. Grinding my teeth, I buried my face in my mate’s neck, my spine stiff from remaining still to let her adjust to my girth.

Pressing my pelvis against hers, I activated my deila. Mirella threw her head back with a strangled cry as it began to vibrate against her clitoris. With one hand, I pinned her hips down to maximize the friction as her involuntary gyrations shifted the alignment. Our females had a highly sensitive recess there that ensured plenty of contact, even in the throes of passion.

Mirella gripped my behind with both hands, her nails digging into the fleshy part of my cheeks as her inner walls started contracting around my length. Perceiving this as the signal that she was ready, I started moving in and out of my woman. A pool of lava swirled in the pit of my stomach, each stroke sending liquid fire running through my veins.

By the Goddess, I could die from such pleasure.

I gradually picked up the pace, struggling to focus on how my mate responded to me through the haze of bliss engulfing me. Spurred on by her moans, I allowed the petal ridges around the upper half of my stem to undulate. They applied increased pressure on the special spot inside of her, both on the way in and out. An endless stream of moans flowed out of us, mingling in the most divine music. Hers were breathy and sensual, while mine resembled feral growls.

Spurred on by my mate begging me to take her deeper and harder, I gave free rein to my passion. Spreading her legs even wider, I started pounding into my woman as wave upon wave of incommensurable pleasure crashed over me. Nothing else mattered but the feel of her burning skin against mine, her arms around me, her sighs of delight in my ears, and the divine feel of her sheath greedily stroking my length. Every touch, every caress set my nerve endings ablaze. My mind felt on the verge of fracturing, overwhelmed by so much bliss.

Too lost in this maelstrom of sensations, I didn’t realize that Mirella was cresting until her climax swept her away. She shouted my name, her back arching so violently, she nearly bucked me off. But her inner walls clamping down on my stem did me in. A blinding light exploded before my eyes as my own orgasm crashed over me. My spine seized, and liquid ecstasy shot out of me in a searing torrent as I roared my release.

I slammed myself deep, my deila vibrating with greater intensity against her clit as I filled her with my seed. My head spun as I eventually collapsed on top of her. Tremors of pleasure continued to course through me as I rolled onto my back and dragged Mirella on top of me with my stem still buried deep. Heart pounding, I held her tightly in my arms, my tail wrapped possessively around her legs.

Only then did I gradually stop the vibration of my deila. As our hearts settled, I gently caressed her back covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The only thing that could have made this moment more perfect would have been for our souls to also be connected through our veris.

But soon—very soon I hoped—we would be bonded for life.

The distant sound of happy voices outside stirred me from the most wondrous slumber. Memories of last night came rushing back as I gazed upon my beautiful mate wrapped around me. The flame of desire tried to rear its head again as I recalled how passionately she had given herself to me. She had been so soft, so warm. The way she had gripped my stem with her inner walls had nearly driven me to madness.

By the Goddess, how was I falling so hard for her? Even though we were fated, I expected to struggle a lot more to accept her or even be truly drawn to her. And yet, here I was craving to spend as much time as I could in her company. It wasn’t just our intimate moments that made me want to be by her side. She just made me happy.

At first, I worried that the awe and wonder she looked at me with was merely rooted in her fascination with my people. But over the past few days, Mirella had interacted with plenty of other Syllens. Not once had she gazed upon another the way she did me. It touched something deep within that she expressed such strong feelings towards me. Mirella made me feel special, wanted... I only hoped I could reciprocate. Because she undoubtedly was both special and wanted.

As if sensing me staring at her, Mirella woke up. Our eyes locked, and something settled in my chest. It didn’t matter that we only met a few days ago. My heart and my soul knew hers. Even if technically it was too early to claim that I was in love with her, I was working my way there. And she seemed to be feeling the same.

I leaned forward to give her a good morning kiss. The passion that instantly flared between us turned it into another searing round of coupling. Etreya smite me! If not for the duty that called to me, I could have spent the entire day making love to her over and over again.

After achieving bliss together, my mate and I took a quick shower before heading outside. My heart soared at seeing the village alive again. So many of my people were stretching their limbs in the river while others were preparing breakfast by the gathering pit.

As we walked along the shore, many eyes observed Mirella with undisguised curiosity. To my relief, none of them displayed any apparent hostility. The Great Mothers, my Osheos, and I made sure to share plenty of information about her with everyone still dormant so that they would know she was one of us, and not an enemy. Still, I remained nervous about their potential reaction as we’d never had a similar situation.

It thrilled me how well she got along with my sister. Now, the real test would be my parents’ reaction. Just as that thought was crossing my mind, two beloved silhouettes emerged from the water, walking hand in hand. They noticed me half a second after I spotted them.

Tears pricked my eyes, and I instinctively ran towards them. They did the same, and I gave my mother a bone-crushing hug before drawing my father into our embrace. Our leinis intertwined, and my throat constricted further at feeling my parents’ love infusing every cell of my body.

I released them with much reluctance and took a step back to examine them both from head to toe. At fifty-nine and sixty, my parents looked young enough that they could be mistaken for my siblings instead. Then again, our healthy and active lifestyle allowed us to physically age a lot slower. Our average lifespan of one hundred and eighty years played another big role in us maintaining a youthful appearance for a long time.

“We need to feed you both,” I said teasingly while squeezing the muscles of their upper arms. “You’re a little too skinny. No more frolicking in the water for you until you’ve had a proper meal.”

My parents snorted.

“You may be the Thesh of our tribe but we’re still your parents. Keep throwing your weight around, and I’ll put you on bone polishing duty for an entire week,” Ma said with false severity.