Page 53 of You're Not My King!

“No,” Roo-bin said, unyielding. “Watch.”

I frowned, but perched on the stool already positioned at the foot of the bed, scratching at my thighs to relieve tension. “Roo-bin?”

“You—ngh—teased me all week.” He moaned, spreading his legs wider to display himself fully to my gaze. “Now it is my turn.”

The hoo-man’s intention was clear, and I could not suppress the way my chest inflated with pride. Roo-bin had not thrown himself at my mercy as I had thought he would, he was taking revenge, and that outcome was even better than I had hoped for.

That was, until he retracted his fingers from his hole to reach under the furs and reveal a long wooden object with a flared base. I did not understand the purpose, at first, but once he positioned the pillar between his thighs, his gaze catching mine as he notched the tip against his loosened rim, realization dawned.

A thundering growl left me as he impaled himself with the imitation cock—a cock that was not mine. I was painfully hard, my knot already throbbing as I clutched at the pelts to the point of ripping to hold myself back from pouncing. The hoo-man had said no, so I had to resist, but how could I when the tempting morsel pleasured himself within arm’s reach? He was cruel. A tormenting, clever little Earthling who knew exactly how fiercely the sights, smells, and sounds would affect me.

It was like direct stimulation to my core.

A whirlwind of sensations.

Roo-bin let go of his length to snake a hand up his torso, pinching at his teats as he fucked himself. His back arched, skin a beautiful shade of pink, glistening with sweat, and my mouth watered to lick up every salty drop. There was a thin stream of slick coating the curly hairs on his slim belly—now plumping out, I noted, and a feeling of rightness welled in my chest. I relished each twitch of his body, the gleam of want in his eyes, and imagined my cock plunging between those parted, pouty lips, locking my knot behind his teeth and muffling his moans.

Roo-bin released a soft chuckle. “You look ready to eat me alive,” he rasped, and I barely registered the words.

Rising to my full height, I admired his squirming frame before hunching over, gripping the furs on either side of my hoo-man’s spread legs and hovering there. “At your word, I would sink my tongue inside your hole and taste your pleasure, c’karuucha,” I rumbled, making him keen. “You would cry out for me to mount you deep, do not envision otherwise.”

I stayed looming above him, not yet touching, only breathing heavily as my hips mindlessly churned. The hoo-man noticed, and with an evil glint in his eye demanded, “Take it out.”

The meaning was blurred. I tilted my head, fighting against every instinct in myself not to tug on that wooden atrocity, throw it aside, and pound my mate senseless. We were primed and in position, but he had not given consent.

“Take. Out. Your. Cock,” he repeated, slowly, nodding to my groin.

I understood, swiftly clawing at my loincloth and freeing my heavy, aching length for his amusement. Groaning wantonly, I did not hesitate in wrapping a hand around it and squeezing, unable to stop myself tugging once, then twice, the friction divine. Was this my hoo-man’s wish? To witness me pleasuring myself over him? I could oblige. I had plenty of inspiration, and the feeling of rutting into a tight fist relieved some of the pressure coiling below my spine.

I was on the cusp of spilling when my mate spoke up once again.

“Uh-uh.” He hummed, shaking his head. “No touch.”

I bared fang and snarled in frustration, but obeyed, returning my hand to the furs, leaving my cock to jut out, neglected and eager. The tip grazed my hoo-man’s belly, sending a shock through my body and a grunt tumbling from my lips. Roo-bin did not seem fazed, too occupied with thrusting the wooden shaft deep inside, filling the warm cavern over and over, but not hollowing out the snug space nearly as well as I would.

I would have him stretched to his limit.

“You thought yew-duh bested me, deed-unt you?” he goaded, meeting my gaze with a smirk. “But now yew-r—ugh—watching me fuck myself with a taw-ee instead of you.”

My claws dug into the furs, piercing the fabric.

“It feels so good.” He closed his eyes, one hand still nipping and twisting at his chest as the other worked the rounded pillar in and out at a faster pace. “It reaches so deep. Eye-m goh-na come so fucking hard.”

“Provoke all you wish,” I gritted through clenched fangs, barely clinging to control. “That… thing will never make you whine as I do, but go ahead, show your mate how you please yourself. Ram your sloppy hole until it can take no more, but do not feign belief that you can ever replace me.” I dipped lower, breath fanning against his gaping mouth. “You are mine.”

The gap between his brows creased, face contorting with a mix of wonder and gratification. Slick, wet slaps echoed through the hut, my gylls dripping, adding more fluid to ease his erratic and clumsy movements. His hips strained up, rocking to meet his hand, chasing sensation. His moans grew in urgency, croaky and high-pitched. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

With a shout of my name, Roo-bin shattered, lifting his knees to his chest and curling in on himself as if the pleasure had him seizing. Aligned with the scent of his bliss, I followed instantly, releasing internally without a touch, my muscles contracting and gylls excreting copious fluid.

The base of my cock began to swell, my knot forming unexpectedly. I had to provide pressure, the pain too much to bear otherwise. Defying my hoo-man, I broke restraint on impulse, gasping and moaning obscenely as I knelt on the furs for balance, taking the bulbous flesh in both hands and milking as my mate’s hole would. I growled—a continuous, feral sound—as overpowering pleasure slammed into my lower stomach. I thought I would combust before one more rough pull had my thick spend gushing out, drenching my dazed hoo-man beneath.

My body felt weak by the time I had drained my knot dry. I barely managed to keep upright, having collapsed onto my elbows, head hanging above the hoo-man’s racing heartbeat as we both panted through the delayed waves. Roo-bin had slumped, a sated mess of cum and sweat, forgetting the infernal wood inside his hole.

I lifted my weighty head at the breathy gasp of my mate’s voice. “That was… so hot.”

I frowned. “It is warm, yes.” An odd observation to make, but the confusing little creature looked satisfied and happy, so he could ramble as much nonsense as he desired.

The hoo-man burst into throes of delightful laughter at my response, tears gathering in his pretty eyes, nose expelling undignified snorts. The display was so elated and carefree, the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed, and I could not resist smiling down at him, observing intently.

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