Page 43 of You're Not My King!

He was here, all towering height and solid muscle, his eyes hungry, fangs bared, watching me from the tree line as I stuffed myself full, all wet, writhing, and desperate. Normally, I would have been embarrassed by the compromising position, being caught literally fingering myself in a very open and public bath, but I couldn’t feel anything over the relief at his presence.

And how’s that for a complete one-eighty?

My gaze roved over him as my fingers continued scissoring and tugging, loosening myself for my captive audience. He gripped the nearest tree, propping his weight against the trunk as if it was the only thing holding him upright. The bulge in his furry briefs was obscene, his thighs already glistening with dripping slick, and my mouth watered.

I needed that inside me.

Right the fuck now.

“Please?” I begged, and Vo’ak’s eyes snapped to mine, searching. I extended a hand toward him, beseeching, and tried again. “Please.”

Vo’ak’s smirk was devilish, and he was naked and wading through the water toward me within seconds. Too long, I thought. His tattoos were glowing especially bright as he stood in front of me, big and looming, and I couldn’t control my hand as it reached out to touch, desperate to feel his scales against my fingertips.

Thankfully, he seemed to take the hint, recognizing my need to mate, and was more than willing to oblige.

“Cah-ka-rook-uh,” he rasped as he leaned in to inhale my scent, his large hands skimming over my hips and the subtle curve of my waist. Every movement was slow and gentle, his lips soft as he kissed and caressed all of my sweet spots, treating me like I was one touch from panic—as if he anticipated me pulling away and didn’t want to be too invested when I did. I couldn’t be mad about his caution, it was wholly justified, but tenderness was not what I wanted.

Not this time.

“No gentle,” I said, hoping Vo’ak understood. Christ, but I wanted to be taken, even if it ached and burned—I didn’t mind a little pain. I was too riled up to hesitate or play the blushing virgin. I wanted everything this guy was happy to give me.“Need you now.”

Vo’ak used his thumb and forefinger to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. He searched my face, seemingly finding what he wanted as understanding flashed in place of confusion. “No pain?”

I blinked, his meaningskipping right past me. I curled my fingers, hitting the good spot inside to tame the fog enough to concentrate. “Pain?”

Vo’ak trailed a claw down my body, carefully circling my puffy rim, so sensitive and stuffed. The slight touch sent a jolt of lightning straight through me—how was it already so damn good? “No pain?” he asked again, and oh.

“No, no pain,” I said, shaking my head frantically. “Ngh… G-Good to go. More than good. Need it, really, really?—”

He swooped in to capture my lips, cutting off my babbling, obviously content that I was right as rain and able to take dick. Halle-fucking-lujah. I moaned, content, and from the corner of my eye, I caught Vo’ak’s tail swishing, but not in agitation as I’d seen it before. It was almost… wagging. Joy or arousal, I couldn’t say, but probably both, and it was so freaking cute that I couldn’t help smiling into his mouth, huffing a soft laugh.

The sound drew a monstrous rumble from my alien, and I had just enough time to withdraw my fingers and loop both arms around his neck before I was lifted from the water and perched fully on the rock behind me. The position change had his thick, slimy alien cock brushing against my own, and the pressure was fucking amazing. I whined—actually whined—almost coming from that intense kiss of friction alone. I felt dizzy with it, my body too hot, too tight, and I couldn’t help rutting forward, chasing more skin on skin.

Vo’ak huffed a phrase in Ly’zrd, and I didn’t understand it, but it sounded filthy, and the playful look in his eyes mixed with the smirk on his lips had my knees wobbling. He didn’t seem inclined to tease me as he wedged himself farther between my spread legs, plastering us chest to chest, letting me roll my hips as much as I needed to while he bit and nipped the skin at my throat, my ears, my shoulders.

Every scrape of his fangs or claws sent my mind into overdrive. I should’ve been flinching away, shouting “danger, danger,” but I was hooked, firmly under whatever spell his dick had cast on me. I didn’t know where the little bout of courage came from since normally it would ick me out to have something so sharp so close to my vitals, but I was arching forward, spurring him on to sink those fangs and claws deeper and give me just a sprinkle of pain.

I dug my own fingers into his back, anchoring myself to buck faster, each undulation sloppy and without rhythm. My cock was soaked, and I couldn’t be sure whether it was my own pre-cum or the slick oozing from his gills. He was wet, slippery, making it easy to slide back and forth against him, every single spike catching the sensitive spot under the tip of my cock.

Vo’ak wasn’t interfering, wasn’t trying to take charge or even egg me on. It probably should’ve been cause for suspicion sooner, but as it was, I couldn’t think straight, and my climax was already hovering on the surface, dizzying and long overdue. The idea that my alien husband would see fit to stop me right on the cusp of coming wasn’t exactly in the forefront of my thoughts.

Funnily enough.

“No, no, no,” I sobbed, swiping for him as he backed up a step—just far enough away that my dick couldn’t reach. “W-Why did you stop?”

He kissed away my pout, looking way too pleased with himself. “Patient, my hoo-man.”

I scoffed. Patience, my ass. “Fine, I’ll make myself come.” Before he could even tilt his head, not understanding, I reached down to fist my needy cock, groaning more for show than anything. “So fucking good.”

Vo’ak raised a hairless eyebrow, his fanged grin looking almost proud. My skin tingled under his gaze, my whole body flushed pink. I twisted my wrist on the next upstroke, squeezing the head where it felt the most sensitive. I was close again, and I sensed that Vo’ak knew it. Whether he could smell it in the air or see it in my body language, I wasn’t certain, but he had a superior look in his eyes that made my heart jump.

“You will come on my terms,” the look said. “Hands off what is mine.”

Christ have mercy.

He called out something in alien, and suddenly I felt a presence slithering down my arms, curling around my biceps. I jerked, letting go of my dick on reflex as the slimy red branches twisted down from the trees like snakes searching for dinner.

Of course this bastard can command the bloody trees.

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