Kate and the Kraken by Honey Phillips
Chapter Fourteen
Kate put her hand on A’tai’s neck, trying to tug his mouth down to hers. Instead, two of his limbs curled beneath her butt, lifting her easily until their faces were at the same height. He looked at her with glowing golden eyes, but he didn’t move. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his, slowly, teasingly, half-expecting him to take over. Instead, he remained absolutely still as she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, reveling in his clean, salty taste. But then she bit down gently on his lower lip, and he roared.
Somehow she ended up on her back with him leaning over her, kissing her hungrily as he took control. She returned the kiss just as eagerly, her arms clasping his neck and her legs coming up to circle his waist. As he explored her mouth she felt two of his limbs curving up around her breasts, and then his suckers fastened on her nipples. Even through the cloth of her dress, the suction sent streaks of excitement straight to her needy clit.
He made an impatient sound, then ripped the front of her dress open in one quick move. The velvety mouth of his suckers closed over her nipples again, the direct contact shockingly intense. More of the small sucking kisses covered the rest of her breasts. Another limb made its way between her legs, pressing kisses to her inner thigh. She instinctively tried to pull her legs together, and a strong limb immediately closed around each leg, gently but firmly pulling them apart and opening her to his exploration. Her mind stuttered to a stop.
The thick length wound between her lower lips, sucking at the sensitive flesh. And then a sucker closed directly over her clit, and she came with a sudden, overwhelming force. She heard herself cry out, but it seemed to come from somewhere far away. Her body shuddered helplessly as A’tai stopped kissing her and raised his head to look down at her.
He seemed almost as shocked as she felt as she floated back to earth.
“What is this place on your body?”
“My clit.” Her voice still sounded odd in her ears.
“Human males are very lucky to have such an easy way to pleasure their females.”
She would have laughed, but her body was still quivering.
“And it produces such a delicious result.” His suckers were still moving gently between her legs, and she realized he was tasting the results of her climax.
“I wish to try this again.”
Her ability to speak disappeared as the sucker over her clit began pulling again, gentler this time, rocking back and forth sensually until she slid over into a long, slow climax.
When her eyes fluttered open that time, his skin was completely gold, his eyes intent on her face.
“Do you remember our earlier conversation?”
Her heart skipped a beat, but she nodded.
“Do you still wish to learn about my mating arm?”
She didn’t hesitate. She had never wanted anything more. “Yes.”
He raised her arms over her head, holding her wrists together with one strong hand, while the limbs curled around her thighs pulled her legs further apart. Even her labia were spread open before she felt the press of his cock—no, his moa—at her entrance.
She tried to analyze the sensation as he pressed inside, impossibly wide and thick, but he tightened his grip as he entered and her mind stopped working. All she could do was feel. Feel the constant pull at her breasts, feel the velvety strokes against her clit, feel herself being stretched open.
He kept going, sinking deeper and deeper into her body, until he filled her completely. Her pussy quivered, little ripples of pleasure surging through her as her body tried to adjust. All these years, she had never realized what she was missing, but as she opened her eyes and saw an answering ecstasy on his face, she had no regrets.
A’tai watchedas his mating arm entered Kate’s impossibly small cunt. His moa was furled as tightly as possible, and still he struggled to work his way inside the tight little channel. Her silken flesh surrounded him, impossibly hot, and so sweet that he could have sipped at her nectar for hours, but his moa was too impatient.
He drew back, then thrust forward, his passage only slightly easier this time. Then he remembered her magical pleasure button and concentrated on it. He felt her shudder, then more of her delicious essence surrounded him, her channel milking his moa in long pulsing waves. His control vanished, and he thrust again and again as his moa began to unfurl, widening as her channel grew even hotter and slicker.
His seed gathered into a hot ball at the base of his moa as he tried to resist, tried to prolong the overwhelming pleasure. But then she began to convulse around him again and restraint was impossible. His seed rushed into her in an endless wave until she had pulled the last drop from his body and he collapsed down over her, completely spent.
He released her arms and legs, and they slid limply to the ground. Her weakness concerned him but when he raised his head, she was smiling up at him.
“Wow. I never knew it would be like that.”
“No male has ever pleasured you as well?” He couldn’t help preening a little, even though the thought of another male touching her silken skin made his arms tighten instinctively. She was his now.
“No male has ever pleasured me at all,” she said.
“Then they were unworthy, thoughtless males.”
“I don’t think you understand. I’ve never had sex before.”
“Never?” How was it possible that such a desirable female had not been courted?
“Never.”
“Human males are fools,” he said firmly, doing his best to hide his delight. He knew that it was unworthy, but the fact that he had been the only one to enter her sweet little cunt filled him with possessive pride.
“I always thought so.” She laughed, the movement making her fascinating breasts quiver gently. They were flushed pink and covered with small red circles, the symbols of his possession. Would they last, he wondered, or would he have to renew them each time.
To his shock, his moa began to swell again. He had always been told that it would subside as soon as his seed was delivered but it didn’t seem to have received the message.
Her eyes widened as she felt him grow inside her, and her channel fluttered around him.
“You’re hard again already?”
“It would appear so.” He withdrew slightly, far enough to see his moa glistening with her nectar, the deep teal a shocking contrast to her pink flesh as she stretched open around him. It still seemed impossible that she could welcome him into her body.
“Then Mafanan females are very lucky,” she murmured, her hips lifting to chase his moa.
“I’m not sure it is common,” he admitted as he rewarded her by thrusting back into her channel. They both moaned.
“You mean you’re special because you’re a prince?” He could tell she was trying to tease him, but her voice was breathless with pleasure.
“No, I mean I have no experience. My mating arm has never been inside another female.”
“Then Mafanan females are fools,” she said, echoing his earlier words, but he could see the same delight on her face. “Why—”
His limbs pulled her back into the mating position as he bent his head and kissed her, stroking in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. When he released her mouth, her face was soft, dazed with pleasure.
“If you wish, we can discuss our respective pasts in great detail, but later.” He thrust a little harder, his moa already threatening to unfurl. “Much later.”
“Okay,” she whispered, trying to wiggle in his grip. “Do that again.”
He obliged, and there was no more discussion.
A very long time later,A’tai carried his sleeping mate back down the hill. Since he had ruined her gown, he wrapped her in his robe instead. She barely stirred. He had to remember how delicate she was, he reminded himself. Even though she accepted him into her body so eagerly and deliciously, he must take care not to wear her out.
The Sisters were beginning to set when he reached the farms, and there was a hum of activity as the farmers ended their day. He managed to avoid them, slipping quietly into the waters to make his way back along the shore to their cottage. Her eyes opened as the water rose over her body and she smiled.
“We always seem to end up in the water.”
“It’s part of who I am.” He let his limbs propel them home, careful to keep her head above the water as he cradled her in his arms.
“Then I can’t complain.” Her eyes traveled past him to the brilliant colors of the sunset. “It’s so beautiful here.”
“A fitting setting for your beauty,” he agreed.
She smiled again, even as her eyes began to close. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“Rest, amali. Tomorrow is another day.”
For some reason that made her laugh, but by the time he carried her into their rooms she was asleep again. She didn’t move as he carefully cleansed her, then took her to bed. Even though his apparently insatiable moa throbbed eagerly at the sight of those lush, pale curves marked with the signs of his possession, he simply wrapped himself around her and let her sleep.
