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I was hiccuping with tears and little moans, pleading whines to be released, gasping prayers for him to finish, when a hot wet stripe licked up between my breasts. I sighed at the new sensation, shivered as it marked its way to my collarbone, tracing up my throat to my jaw to taste my tears.
"My little petal is crying," Khell growled, but I was sure he sounded pleased. "Crying for her tender cocked lover when she now has me to please."
I was going to laugh at the notion of the Khell of yesterday being remotely considered 'tender cocked,' but then he thrust up, meeting my weak motions, and my breath caught in my lungs.
"Please," I gasped, sagging as he took over the motion, making me bounce on his lap.
"Do you give up, little petal?" he asked, licking more tears off one cheek and then another. "Do you want rest more than you want to please your beast? Are you too weak to serve your master?"
The sound I let out was too tired to be a scream as I forced myself into motion again, matching his fucking in a weaker echo, meeting his hips with a soft crash. Khell grunted, nipping at my jaw and then returning to tracing patterns on my chest. His cock inside me was a dull drumbeat, but that didn't stop it from echoing through my body, my bones, my strung out muscles.
"Never, beast," I breathed out, my own voice thin under the sounds of our fucking. "My cunt is yours."
I just wish I didn't have to put quite this much effort into you using it this morning, I thought privately.
My answer made Khell stiffen beneath me, until the soft claws on my chest were gone and an iron-strong arm banded around my back. Khell'ar hauled me up from the throne he'd been sitting in with a snarl, and the gravity of being trapped in his arms sunk me down to the hilt of his cock, drawing out a shout.
"Wrap your legs around me if you can, petal," Khell barked.
My legs couldn't even notch themselves at his hips, but it didn't matter. Khell's arm shifted to holding my ass, my hands still in his other grip, and then he was using me like he had the day before, my body like a doll in his grasp, my cunt the vessel for him to fill. I let out a long howl of relief as he fucked me. He pinned my arms down, drawing me closer, his mouth sucking and kissing at my neck, burying his growls there, his tusks digging into the muscle of my throat and making my breath come in tight, short gasps.
The closeness rubbed my clit against his skin, his stav swelling inside me to stroke against my inner walls again, and the numbness of minutes ago was burning up under a new, more and more delicious wave of fire.
Khell'ar came with a great bellow into my neck, and the hot flood of him inside of me demanded my own release, reluctant and bitter and slow as it was. I sobbed, sick to death of orgasms and somehow relieved too, the sweetness of the shuddering climax dulling the edge of anger I'd let simmer. Khell's grip on my wrists was nearly bruising, but it loosened, his body relaxing against mine, and then he drew each of my arms up to his shoulders one after the other. He pet down my back and then up again, sliding into the sweaty strands of hair sticking to the back of my neck.
"I can't tell if you make playing the beast harder or easier, petal," Khell whispered in my ear, breath flatteringly ragged.
I was drowsy with my latest release, limp in his hold, but he didn't wait for my answer. We turned and he carried me back to the platform, clasped to his chest, his cock still half-buried inside of me with an interesting and gentle friction as he moved us. He slipped free—the hollowness that followed a relief for once—as he settled me on the altar, draped over the surface as if I were the slaughtered lamb, my sacrifice on display for his gods.
"Do you hurt, Sunny?"
I sighed at the return of Khell'ar as himself and shook my head, although in truth, I did hurt from all the exercise and ecstatic strain of the past twenty-four hours. Khell hummed as if he knew I was wrong and reached up to the buttons of the shift he'd dressed me in, opening the garment up and gently pulling my arms free.
"You were very good today. Stronger than I expected."
Since I'd barely been able to put much effort into anything, I assumed he meant he was praising me for not calling a stop to the game. His hands were soothing up and down my arms, and I noticed that the platform I was on was growing slightly warm, heated just enough to keep me from growing chilled as he exposed me.
"Soft little goddess," Khell'ar murmured, pushing my legs slightly apart and petting at the wet release clinging to my cunt, sliding his fingers through the mess. He didn't bother retracting his claws, and I shivered as they teased my scorching and sensitive flesh. "Goddesses must be worshipped, petal. Even by beasts."
I'd never felt more human, more frail, than I did in Khell'ar's powerful shadow. And yet somehow, there was strength in that too. I couldn't match him, but I could meet him, could push myself to climb to the same peaks with him, fall down into bliss with him.
Khell's kiss landed on my knee, and I sighed as warmth bloomed in the spot, not ready for what came next but knowing I was strong enough.
CHAPTER 10
Khell'ar
Sunny was humming without realizing, little murmurs of pleasure as I dug my fingers into her muscles, apologizing with touch for my rough treatment of the morning. And for the night before, poor little human. And yet in spite of denying her sleep, of using her to my own satisfaction, of torturing her with pleasure, she'd borne the hours beautifully. She was gluttonous and determined in equal measure.
Her chest was marked with my scratches. They would fade soon, but they glowed under the false candlelight on the walls. If I'd had ink, I would've painted the marks in place—the map of my hands' path on her skin.
Dangerous creature, I reminded myself.
It was easier when her eyes were covered like this. I didn't have to hide from that pleading, probing stare.
"Khell?"
I growled at her voice, the sweet notes, the affectionate clip of my name.
