Kraving Khiva by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twelve

Arousal flooded Eve’s body as she ran her oiled hands over Khiva’s magnificent form. She hadn’t expected it, but it had hit her hard and fast, setting her heartbeat pounding and her hands trembling.

They were standing by the fire, still somewhat damp from the bath. They were naked and Eve was surprised that she felt more comfortable than self-conscious about that fact. The tiny vial of oil that Khiva had handed over to her sat on the mantel, already half-used, gleaming on his body.

Eve sucked in a slow breath as her hands roamed down his arms, feeling the rough texture of his strange skin. The oil deepened the blue-grey tone and the mottled, patched coloring and he made a deep sound in the back of his throat as her hands smoothed down his long torso, running over muscles that she knew wouldn’t even be possible on a human man’s body.

His cock was hard to ignore, especially because there was such a vast difference in their height. She saw it physically pulse and throb as she moved her hands over him, which gave her boosts of confidence, knowing her touch aroused him.

She hadn’t dared to touch him there yet, however. She realized she wanted to…because it was something he probably wouldn’t expect. He’d told her she surprised him. And for some reason, she wanted to keep surprising him.

When Eve’s eyes touched on the thick, long shaft again, however, she lost her nerve and moved around to his backside, buying time.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. He was massive and his back was perhaps even more muscled than his front. Underneath his skin, she could seen his spine, but unlike her own, the bones were round and protruding. And she could see what looked like light scars along the flesh there.

Eve frowned, reaching forward to touch them. He made a rough sound in the back of his throat, his back hunching slightly. The scars looked old and not for the first time, she wondered about his story, about how he came to be there, on Everton, at Madame Allegria’s. She wondered what his life had been before.

She smoothed the pads of her fingertips across the scars before pressing her palms against him, rubbing in the light oil, running over the bones of his spine. Perhaps she would ask him about his past if the moment felt right.

Right then, however, she knew it wasn’t the time.

Her hands trailed down to the firm, tantalizing flesh of his backside and he growled suddenly when she quickly ran over the dimpled cheeks. He was even muscled there.

“Leeldra,” he growled, his voice coming out deep and dark. She wanted to ask him what that word meant in his language, but her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth.

She dropped to kneel as she continued the path down the back of his thighs and calves. Her eyes dropped between his spread thighs and she swallowed when she saw a firm, dusky bulge, pulled tight against his body.

Khiva turned suddenly and her eyes flickered up to his, her hands stilling. His beautiful eyes seemed darker, the swirling colors more intense. She hadn’t expected the moment to be as intimate as it was, but rubbing the oil into his body, smoothing over almost every inch of him, feeling his heat and the different textures of his skin…it was incredibly intimate.

Right then, kneeling before him with slick palms, wet and throbbing between her thighs, with her nipples puckered tight and her cheeks flushed, with his thick cock hovering slightly above her head…well, she’d never felt anything quite like that before.

“I can smell how aroused you are, leeldra,” he rasped. “I can smell how much you need to cum.”

God, she needed to cum. The sound of his voice made her squeeze her thighs together. She feared her arousal would drip to the colorful Old Earth rug that she didn’t want to ruin.

Eve didn’t reply. Instead, she ran her palms up, starting at his ankles, gliding up his legs…and then his muscular thighs…and then his upper thighs.

Khiva’s abdomen clenched and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten in anticipation. He let out a hoarse, deep trill when her oiled palms stroked from the very base of his cock…to the rounded tip. Her hands couldn’t wrap around his thickness fully, but she squeezed harder as she stroked back to the base.

“Ah, pax, leedra,” Khiva hissed, his hips bucking forward, his eyelids sliding shut for a brief moment. When he drew in his next breath, it was harsh and ragged. As Eve stroked upwards again, squeezing just behind the head of the bulbous tip, he grunted deep in his chest as beads of fresh, clear pre-cum pulsed forward. “Vauk!”

Eve’s gaze flickered from his face to her own actions, as though in a daze. She’d never touched a male like this before. She was surprised how impossibly hard, how scorching hot he was. But she liked the feel of Khiva, the way he groaned and tensed and shifted, the way his eyes pierced her when she looked up at him from her kneeling position.

A part of her—some unknown, primal sense she never knew existed—knew that he was on the cusp of his control.

And when that control snapped, Khiva growled in a way that made her body shiver in anticipation and she gasped as he hauled her up from her position, quicker than she’d thought possible. It only served to remind her how powerful he was, how much stronger he was than her, how…alien.

Her back hit the soft sheets and blankets of the massive bed a moment later. Her whole body arched into his touch as he crawled over her, a predator about to ensnare his willing, gasping prey. His mouth caught one of her upturned nipples and he gave it a hard suckle before he raised his head, catching her eyes, and took her mouth instead in a fierce, passionate kiss.

As his long, black tongue tangled with her own, the knowledge that she was about to lose her virginity didn’t feel as frightening as it had before. This was how she’d always wanted to experience sex and intimacy for the first time…with someone who she desired, who made her feel comfortable and safe and beautiful.

It was all she’d ever wanted, despite the unconventional way she was going about it. And it was right then that she knew she would never regret going to Madame Allegria’s. If she hadn’t been brave, if she hadn’t broken past her insecurities and fears, she would’ve never met Khiva. She would’ve never been naked, underneath his heavy warmth, as he kissed her senseless and made her belly tighten and flutter with desire. She would’ve never known the heat of his touch or the color of his eyes.

It didn’t matter that she was paying a small fortune for his time. Not right then at least. Nothing would dampen her desire at that moment. Nothing in the entire universe.

When the roughened pads of his fingertips sought between her legs, she moaned, already on the edge. A familiar, yet still strange warmth began just above her belly button and she felt Khiva’s pre-cum pool there, melting into her skin.

“Khiva,” she said, her voice sounding strangled and husky to her own ears. Her hands gripped his forearms planted on both sides of her. “Please.”

When he pulled back to look at her, his pupils were dilated so wide that she could see her reflection in the blackness.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she urged, her body already squirming beneath his in impatience. She licked her lips when she felt his pre-cum start to heat in her bloodstream. “Oh.”

Suddenly, he sunk two fingers inside her tight heat and she bucked her hips. The bath had loosened her muscles so that the slight stretching she felt wasn’t painful. Whatever Khiva wanted to know, he was satisfied with whatever he found since he rumbled out a pleased trill.

His fingers retreated and she almost groaned at the loss. She wanted that feeling of fullness. But then Khiva repositioned his body so that he was kneeling between her thighs, his cock jutting high against his taut abdomen. He pushed open her thighs, obscenely wide, and he growled, his eyes locked on her aching, pink sex.

“Vauk,” he cursed softly before his eyes flashed up to hers. “Vellka.”

Eve flushed, remembering that word, knowing it meant ‘beauty’ or ‘beautiful’ or some other form of that word in his language.

“Khiva.”

She watched him reach down and coat one finger in his pre-cum. His voice was unrecognizable as he rasped, “I could cum simply looking at you, leeldra.”

Another flood of arousal drowned her, making her head spin. She gave a shocked cry of pleasure when he brushed his coated finger directly over her clit and immediately she felt just on the verge of orgasm, but knew that she couldn’t get there without his touch.

“It will not make you cum,” he rasped, fisting the base of his cock and leaning over her. Her back arched, her skin tingling, when she felt the bulbous head nudge her entrance. “But it will keep you on the cusp. That delicious moment, right before your world breaks apart and changes.”

Eve’s lips parted as she looked up at him. Her hand found the back of his neck and she pulled his head down, finding his lips in a desperate kiss. God, she wanted him. So much.

Against her lips, he murmured, “I will change you, leedra. You will never be the same.”

Eve felt those ominous words burrow inside her until she felt them etched in her bones.

Without a doubt, she knew his words were true. And some part of her recognized that what he said would hold true, long after that night.

Eve gasped when she felt his hips nudge forward, her body tensing up as the round head of his cock entered her, stretched her.

“Vauk,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across her left cheekbone. “Relax, Evelyn. Relax for me.”

She licked her lips, nodding against him, and made an effort to loosen her muscles, to breathe deeply, and let what was meant to happen next happen.

“Pax,” he whispered, kissing her nose, her eyelids, and Eve felt a warmth envelop her at his actions. “More now.”

He nudged in another inch and then another, huffing out rough breaths as he did. It was then that the stinging pain started, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. If she made a conscious effort to relax around him, it was only a slight discomfort, probably due to the pleasure that still racked her body from his pre-cum on her clit.

“Do you need time for more?” he rasped.

“No, it’s not that painful yet.”

Then again, she hadn’t even taken a fourth of his length yet.

And just as she feared, when he retreated and then slowly thrust back inside, driving more of his thickness inside her, that stinging became a painful pinch.

But she breathed through her nostrils and said, “More, Khiva.”

She groaned deep in her throat, a strange mix of pain and pleasure erupting through her body as he tore her hymen, tearing the flesh that signaled she was a virgin no more.

“Leeldra,” he rasped, his voice floating over as her abdomen clenched.

“I-I’m okay,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. “Just stay still for a moment.”

Immediately, his fingers drifted over her clit, putting the right amount of pressure that made her belly flutter. Her hands traced over his large shoulders, feeling the solid strength of the muscles there, before smoothing down his back. His skin felt like slick suede with the oil and she made small circles on his back, needing to touch him.

When she met his eyes, he had a strange, unreadable look.

“What is it?” she whispered, feeling her body slowly start to accommodate his thickness.

Khiva shook his head in a very human way and the expression was gone. Something in his gaze, however, made her feel warm and hot.

“More?” he asked hoarsely.

Her lips quirked and she nodded. Again, he retreated from her body before driving back inside. Another couple inches, but she was already becoming used to his size, to the strange sensation of intense fullness and heat.

When he pulled out for the last time and then thrust back in, he hilted inside her, as much as physically possible, at least, because his cock was too long for her to take all of him.

A strained bellow fell from his lips as Eve choked out a startled moan. She bit her lip, her heartbeat thrumming in her throat. She became aware, for the first time, that his pre-cum was beginning to warm inside her and her wide-eyed gaze went to him as her back arched in response.

For the first time, Khiva’s lips curled at the edges into a small smile as he watched her squirm on his cock.

“Khiva,” she whispered.

“Ready?” he growled. “I cannot wait a moment longer to mate you the way I need to, Evelyn.”

Mate. Such a primal word and she felt that word all the way to her wet, aching sex.

Eve hardly managed a nod before Khiva retreated and thrust back into her. Hard. So hard she sucked in a breath, almost choking on a surprised moan at the same time. There was only a slight feeling of discomfort before the soft pleasure from his pre-cum stole it away.

And then there was only pleasure. Intense, endless pleasure.

“Pax,” Khiva growled, before he did it again. And again. And again.

Eve’s hand came to the back of his shoulders, her fingernails clenching into his skin as she tried to hang on.

“Oh my God,” she cried, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her spine bowed.

This is what I’ve been missing, she thought mindlessly, in a pleasure-filled haze that hardly seemed real. Never had she felt anything like the feel of a male’s demanding cock inside her. She felt Khiva’s warm, ragged pants whisper across her skin as he kissed and sucked the side of her neck and below her ear. The heat of him, the weight of him, the smell of him…it was divine.

And the way he groaned and trilled deep in his throat whenever she clamped down on him…nothing had ever aroused her as much as those sounds.

Eve felt so full. Every dizzying thrust of his cock inside her dragged across her sensitive inner walls. Every jerk, every breath, every perfect snap or roll of his powerful hips against her was absolute perfection.

Before she knew it, before she was ready, she was cumming.

She heard her scream before she realized it was her own as rhythmic waves of pleasure stole what remained of her breath. As the walls of her sex clenched, she realized her orgasm felt so vastly different because she was filled to the brim with Khiva’s cock.

She heard a rough growl through the haze of pleasure and felt Khiva’s hips snap forward, so hard that her teeth clattered and another dizzying wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

Full, full, full, her mind screamed. God, he was so hard, so thick inside her. With every retreat, that bulbous head of his cock stretched her entrance in a maddening, arousing way. Her hips moved restlessly of their own accord, matching his thrusts even though she was still in the thick of her orgasm.

“K-Khiva,” she moaned, looking up at him, her breasts bobbing in time with their combined thrusts.

The deep green and gold and inky indigo of his swirling beautiful eyes watched her, consumed her. His mouth moved, guttural words tumbling his lips, but it took Eve a moment to realize they were in his own language, the Keriv’i language.

What he said, she didn’t know. But the expression on his face was intense, similar to the one he’d had when she’d stroked down his back. Her skin prickled and goosebumps erupted over every inch of her flesh, her body apparently hearing what went unspoken.

Her gaze was drawn between their bodies and she swallowed a gasp as she watched him thrust into her, his thickness disappearing inside. It was an erotic sight. His dark cock was slick with her arousal and creamy wetness, his clear pre-cum gleaming at the very tip. And her sex…it was pink and aching and flushed with her desire for the male between her thighs.

Right then, she understood why he’d used the word mate. They weren’t just having sex. Khiva was mating her body. The sounds of it filled the room, of flesh slapping against flesh, of breathy moans and rough pants. It was the way her fingernails raked down his back and the way he growled in response, a sound she felt almost as deeply as his cock. And the smell…she could become addicted to that singular musky, spicy scent.

“I cannot…” he started to say before his eyes squeezed shut. “Vauk, leeldra! Forgive me, I cannot last. I need to cum!”

Forgive him? she thought in a daze, almost wanting to chuckle if another orgasm wasn’t so close, if he wasn’t so, so deep.

Belatedly, Eve realized she’d somehow forgotten that a Keriv’i’s cum was the reason they were so infamous, why a night with one of them was so expensive. She’d been so wrapped up in Khiva that when she felt the streams of his hot seed lash her inner walls, when she heard his loud roar of pleasure fill the room, when she felt his body shake and tremble above her as he emptied himself deep inside…she’d forgotten completely about what would happen next.

But nothing could’ve prepared her for that, not even if she’d remembered.

There were no words for the pleasure that welled up inside her, making her body tighten and tighten and tighten…until she snapped, hurtling towards something unknown.

Khiva stayed inside her body, his shoulders still quaking from his orgasm, as Evelyn’s breaths were stolen straight from her lungs. She screamed again and again, an endless sound, as unparalleled pleasure wrecked her from the inside out.

“Ah, pax, Evelyn,” Khiva growled. Through the blur, she saw his eyes, saw them rapt on her features as he smoothed his hand through her hair, as though to comfort her. “Feel my teela. Cum for me, leeldra. Cum so hard for me.”

“K-Khiva, Khiva,” she moaned and gasped as she writhed underneath him. “Oh my God! I…I…”

Thoughts were wiped from her mind. Whatever she’d been about to say, she forgot it in an instant as the most intense, wild, consuming orgasm of her entire existence raged through her unprepared body.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for it.

It wasn’t like a normal orgasm. It didn’t come in waves, it didn’t give her reprieve, it didn’t gently lower her back to reality once it was over. It was like an orgasm that was frozen in time…frozen in that stage of initial descent, where the pleasure assaulted her from all sides, that reckless plunge that made orgasms so deliciously wicked, so deliciously addictive.

Except it was never-ending. That jarring pleasure never left her, that plunge never let her catch her breath as she writhed on the sheets, as her nipples puckered tighter and tighter, and she gasped like a fish, desperate to gain control of her body.

Above her, somewhere, in another dimension entirely, Khiva murmured, “Tell me when it is too much, Evelyn.” Eva-leen. His voice changed slightly, growing deeper, “But take it for as long as you can.”

Oh my God.

He would ruin her. She knew that.

She’d known that.

“I will change you, leedra. You will never be the same,” he’d told her, just before he’d taken her virginity.

He’d been right.

Eve would never be the same again.