He grunts. “I think I like that idea.”
I smile up at him, loosening his tunic and then helping him pull it off. It does take time to undress, true, but I skim my fingers over him as I do so, teasing him with light touches until we’re both panting by the time he’s fully naked. Then it’s my turn, and he deliberately runs his hands over my breasts the moment my tunic is open, cupping them and teasing the tips as he kisses me. I love the devotion on his face, the intensity as he touches me, as if I’m the most important thing in the universe.
The khui in my chest sings wildly, as if it knows it’s finally about to get its wish. Skarr’s is singing just as loud, the small cave filled with constant thrumming.
He falls to his knees in front of me, tugging my pants down my legs, only to get stuck at my boots. I chuckle at his impatience, and we sink to the furs together, trying to extricate my lower legs. When I’m finally naked, Skarr pulls the blankets over both of us and hauls me against him, our bare bodies rubbing against one another. It feels incredible to press skin to skin, to kiss and rub up against the heat of him. He hasn’t extruded quite yet, but I feel the bulge of him protruding against his groin. Soon, he’ll be too hard to contain it all, and then he’ll extrude both cocks out and I’ll get to enjoy them.
Skarr kisses me, one arm locked around my waist, keeping me pressed against him. His hand goes to my pussy and he slides a finger through my folds, testing my wetness. He doesn’t need to worry about that—I’m soaked. I’ve been in a constant state of near arousal since we first started to touch each other. “My mate,” he whispers against my lips. “My fierce Vivi.”
He rubs a delicate circle around my clit, and I whimper with pleasure at the sensation, sliding my thigh onto his hip so I can keep my legs parted for him. Immediately, he extrudes, his cocks easing out of his body with a wet slide. Skarr’s breath hitches and then he lifts his hips, pressing them against my thighs even as he teases my clit.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him, arching my body against his fingers. “Please, Skarr. I want to come with your cock in me.”
“Bossy.” There’s a wealth of affection in his voice. He rolls us until I’m on my back, his weight pressing over me, and his fingers work my clit faster, until I’m biting my lip with my efforts not to cry out. How did he get so good at touching me so quickly?
Then, he presses his cock to the entrance of my body, and I gasp at the sensation. The thick head pushes against my skin, sending flickers of hot need all through me. I nod when he pauses, waiting for approval, and then sinks in slowly.
It’s like being completed. I dig my nails into his arms as I hold onto him, my face tight with sensation. It’s a ridiculous thing to think—that Skarr feeding his cock into my body should make me feel like that. But it’s as if a puzzle piece has suddenly been slotted into place. Everything feels right. Like this is how it’s supposed to be.
And even though I’m his fierce Vivi, I want to cry with the strange beauty of the moment.
Skarr groans, pressing his mouth to my forehead as he pushes deeper into me. He adjusts something between us, and then a heavy length presses between my labia. Oh. He’s inside me with his secondary cock, the primary’s thick heft slicking along my folds. “Kef me, you feel incredible, my warrior.”
I rock my hips in silent agreement.
He pushes his primary cock against me, dragging the length of it against my clit as he pumps inside me, and my breath hitches at how good it feels. This wasn’t how I expected him to use his cocks on me, but I love it. I love how he’s pumping into me, driving his secondary cock into my body even as the heavier, thicker one rubs through my sensitive folds and drips pre-cum all over my skin, adding to the slick wetness between us.
Hot arousal curls through me, the slow build-up of an orgasm, and I hold tightly to him, trying to match his rhythm. “Please,” I breathe. “Please please.”
I don’t know what I’m asking for, only that I need more.
Skarr groans, tilting his head and leaning over until he has my ear in his mouth, teasing it with hot licks and nipping bites as he shuttles in and out of me. Even more arousing than his lips are the soft sounds he makes into my ear, the breathless haaa and unh noises that tell me that he’s losing control. And as I tighten towards my climax, I make ridiculous little sounds of my own, kittenish whimpers and mewls that would embarrass me in daylight, but are nothing but encouragement right now, animalistic sounds that demand that he move faster, that he make me come.
Then it hits me—the flutter in my belly turns to tight, spiraling pleasure and everything clenches. My breath stutters as I cling to him, muscles locking with the force of my climax, and I squeeze around him tightly as I come and come and come.
It feels incredible. It feels so right.
I’m dimly aware of Skarr pressing kisses to my neck and my ear as I float down from my orgasm, of him pausing in his efforts, his big body braced over mine. He murmurs my name in my ear, and I’m starting to love how Vivi sounds, especially when he says it. When I sigh with contentment and stroke a hand down his spine, he slips out of my body and presses a fierce kiss to my lips.
Before I can catch my breath, he turns me over in the furs, raising my hips into the air. I barely have a moment to shift my weight before his cock is pressing into me from behind, and this time it feels bigger than before. His primary cock fits me to the point of being near uncomfortable, but I’m wet and relaxed and when he gives me a sharp thrust, it feels incredible. It’s like every bit of him is sliding against all of my sensitive spots, and I cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the blankets underneath me.
He makes a low growl, gripping my hips and fucking me hard and fast. It’s like he’s using me for his own orgasm, and I love it. I love the slap of him as our hips meet, the sting when he thrusts hard, the rub of his secondary cock brushing against my thighs. I love that he’s losing control, that he’s so lost in the moment that he’s forgetting about everything except getting off. My name is a guttural sound on his lips, chanted over and over, and when he buries himself inside me for the final time and surges forward, pressing me down into the furs even as something cool spurts inside me, I love it.
I fucking love all of it.
Skarr’s weight on top of me feels delicious, and I stroke his arm as he shudders and comes to himself. He presses absent kisses to my neck, languid and sweet, and then heaves a long, drawn-out breath. “I can do better than that.”
I chuckle. Count on Skarr to want perfection in all things. “I personally thought it was lovely.”
“Yes, but you only came once. I can make you come more than that.”
“There’s plenty of evening left.” I trail my fingers along the scales of his spine. “I’m not worried. Are you…happy?”
It feels like a silly thing to ask. I know I’m happy, and I know he just came inside me. This is the culmination of our mating and yet part of me wants to hear the love words. I need to know that he feels as moved as I do.
Skarr lifts his head, a frown of consternation on his face. “My khui is still humming. Did we do something wrong?”
“The healer told me that it takes several times for some couples. I wouldn’t worry.” I’d approached her for grease for my skis at Hannah’s suggestion, but Veronica had thought that I wanted the grease for sex, and what had followed had been a quick primer on how some splices couldn’t make their mates pregnant right away and if we needed assistance she would help and be as unobtrusive as possible. Which is incredibly awkward when all I wanted was grease for my skis.