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I let the haze of the mating frenzy take over me. Our bodies clap together with each thrust of my hips. Her body shakes with the force of it until she has to grab her tits. Her small fingers pinch around her nipples until they are hard peaks. Odette’s mouth is open, tongue resting on her bottom lips as she pants for air between screams of pleasure.
Saliva slips through my teeth. I don’t try to stop it from coating the tip of my cock between her thighs. Every time it nudges against her belly, I think that will be the time that I spill acrossher again. Her eyes are half closed, but they are directed right at my tip. She’s watching me fuck her thighs.
“You see that?” I groan as her pussy begins to tighten. “These pretty thighs are Daddy’s. Meant to be squeezed, and fucked, and loved on. Don’t ever be sorry for that.”
“Uh-huh, all yours Ma’xon,” she mumbles.
It’s my name on her lips. My body reacts like she has plucked it perfectly from the vine. My tail turns ridged before a jolt of energy shoots down to the tips. My cocks paint cum against her pussy walls and across her stomach. A splash of lilac against her red skin.
But she hasn’t come yet. My cocks are still twitching when I throw myself back. I can’t allow my mate to be deprived of pleasure I have allowed myself. She yelps when I wrap her slick thighs around my face. Her ass clenches around my finger as my mouth descends on to her swollen pussy.
Her body is warm and wet on its own, but the mess I have made of her makes my hearts stutter. Her flesh is swollen, smeared with our mixed arousal. Odette’s pussy leaks so much of my cum, I can’t hold in my groan of satisfaction. Every little fluttering of her hole pushes more of it out. I lick up our cum before thrusting my tongue back into her. With my free hand, I reach up to pinch her nipples just as she had done to herself. Her hand covers mine as she grinds her hips against my face.
As her legs begin to shake, her moans rise in pitch and breathiness. My finger still in her ass makes short, soft thrusts that pair with my tongue’s deep dive into her wet pussy. Strings of profanity fall from her lips until she tenses. Her mouth, her voice, her body; they all stop their shaking and whimpering.
And then I am granted a most precious reward. Her pussy pulses around my tongue, juices mixing with my mating saliva. My teeth ache to sink into the meat of her thigh to prolong theecstasy for her, but I resist. Her voice is a soft whimper when she speaks to me.
“Too much, Daddy.”
Even mating saliva can only do so much to ease the over stimulation that frenzies produce. Carefully, I ease my finger from inside her ass before I scoop her up off my bed. There is no giggle this time when I carry her in my arms. Her skin is hot, her fingers trembling to hold on to my shoulder.
My blood is still pounding, my top cock still aches to be inside her. The odd thing is jealous of its counterpart as they wave around in the air with each step I take. But I have to provide for my mate. She needs me. And that beats fucking the frenzy out of me any day.
Once we arrive in the kitchen, I place Odette on the counter top. She hisses at the chill, but she doesn’t question this change in scenery. I fumble around for a glass and the pitcher without looking away from her. Beyond not wanting her to fall, I don’t want to miss a single moment with her.
She blinks slowly at me, a smile rising on her lips. My pup. My mate. The most beautiful flower on Axilaria has nothing on the content and well fucked look on her. Her short legs slowly adjust until she has exposed herself to me. It could be the mating saliva, it could be that elusive submissive state that was mentioned during our schooling.
Either way, my nostrils flare and I’m hit with the smell of us together. Deep breathing won’t help calm my need, which seems to claw at all my actions now. I use my tail to flick the fridge door closed and pour the large glass for her.
Odette doesn’t bring her hands to mine to take it. Instead her lip part, beckoning me to serve her. Like she already knows I can’t refuse a single request from her. It gives me the opportunity to make her rehydrated though, and that’s all that matters.
Her throat bobs until the glass is empty, droplets of water clinging to her lower lip.
“How was that, Daddy?” she asks, voice a little small and tired.
“You’re doing so well for me, Odette.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and she leans into my palm. I’m utterly, happily lost in her. “Let’s get you cleaned up some, then we can see about Daddy stretching your sweet pussy.”
There are moments when the frenzy sinks its teeth so deep into my consciousness, all I hear is Odette screaming with pleasure. My other senses turn off. My subconscious only wants the sweet music I can make my pup utter.
And it’s beautiful.
I lose track of time, floating between kissing her, drowning her in me until she is nearly delirious, and slowly feeding her bits of fruit and glasses of filtered water. She lets me take care of her as much as she lets me use her body for our shared pleasure.
For the first time in days though, my cocks are soft and make no attempt to harden. My frills have stopped pulsing and are tucked beneath my foreskin. My body aches as well. The marathon mating has ruined my knees and back in a way that I relish.
We are plastered together, with Odette lying on top of me with sweat and cum holding us together. My hands hold her backside as she drools on my chest. We’ve only had short bursts of sleep since the start and this is the longest calm yet. I don’t want to break this moment yet, but I know that we must clean up.
Or at the very least eat something truly nourishing that isn’t sweet frenzy fruits the grocers sell to keep energies up during mating cycles.
That’s another sign it’s come to end. My thoughts have turned practical again. I can think of another being who isn’t my mate. Still, I don’t open my eyes, instead choosing to sink a bit deeper into the quietness of my thoughts and soft snoring from my pup.
I doze on and off, but finally my stomach protests loud enough that Odette wakes up.
“Hush timtum,” she grumbles, her bottom lip poking out in a pout.
A smile creeps up my lips and I bring a hand up to scratch her scalp while she slowly wakes up. She groans into my touch, pushing her head into my palm. My Odette is a precious human, soft and giving when she wants to be and sassy other times that make something in me burn for her.
“We should have a shower, pup,” I whisper, already shifting us out of bed with as little movement as possible.
