Page 64 of You're Not My King!

“Not anymore,” I responded, truthfully, my mind was occupied with desire to mate with his mouth. I struggled to sit, hoping to bring our bodies closer, but Roo-bin was steely, urging me back into the furs.

My cock took interest.

“Stay,” he barked, frowning deeply. “Fee-oh-nah told you to rest. Doh-nt make me call her back, Meest-ur.”

I sulked. “Mouth.”

Understanding dawned on Roo-bin’s face, and he softened, lips twitching upward. “You want a kee-ss?”

What a peculiar label for mouth mating, but if it allowed me the taste I craved of my hoo-man, then so be it. “Kee-ss, yes. Now.”

“Baw-say.” He smirked before bending down to finally press his lips to mine. It was fleeting, not nearly enough to sate me, so I carded my fingers through his unruly mane and tugged him into a deeper kee-ss, the smell of his arousal drawing a growl from my chest, my gylls throbbing.

“Roo-bin,” I rasped as he withdrew for a breath, straining against the furs to chase his mouth. “More.”

He chuckled against me. “I think yoo-vuh had enough.”

I pawed at his coverings, impatient. “Bare.”

Roo scoffed. “Did you not hear a thing? Yew-r hurt, we can lie together and cuh-dull?—”

“Need to feel you.” Under the pelts, I was bare, and the barrier his coverings posed between us was too much. I needed his skin on mine, his pleasure seeping into my bones. He hesitated, but ultimately did as I asked, standing to strip out of his layers before easing under the covers, sidling close.

“Happy now?”

I nuzzled his nose and licked the silver spikes under his lip before thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, melting at the sensual brush of our tongues, his cock fattening against my thigh where he mindlessly rutted. I guided him to straddle my lap, drinking down his protests for my well-being. He was as eager to feel pleasure as I was, his heady musk and frantic noises belying his reluctance.

“Vo’ak…”

“Hush, my sweet creature,” I whispered into the shell of his ear. “You cannot hurt me.”

The hoo-man studied my sincerity, chewing his bottom lip with his rounded teeth. After a moment, he carefully crawled on top, rump perched on my thighs, hands balanced on my belly. Vexingly, Fee-oh-nah had been correct—I was weakened from the poison. But that did not mean I could not dig my fingers into his slim hips and coax him into grinding our cocks together. It was not about fucking, it was bonding, weakening the threat of almost perishing and never seeing my hoo-man again. I needed to be sure that this was not a dream while also reminding myself of how precious he looked suffocating with pleasure.

The slick from my gylls eased the wet glide of his smaller length over mine, making him gasp and shiver as the sensitive tip brushed each ridge and spike. He lowered his weight fully, getting lost in his lust, taking what he needed and rutting against me without restraint. I kneaded his rump, encouraging him to buck harder, to be greedy, to satisfy the untamable ache. He was a delight, pink lips parted, eyes half-shut and head bowed forward. The muscles in his stomach rippled, tightening as his arousal hurtled toward its peak.

“You are pleasing your mate well, c’karuucha,” I purred between rumbling grunts, smugness pooling in my belly whenever his hips stuttered, his cock twitching its need against mine. “I would have you this way always, bare and mewling, your downy softness exposed to my touch alone. The only better sight is your hole stuffed full of my knot.”

“Fuuuck, ngh…” His hands moved to my shoulders, blunt nails biting into my scales as he surged, resting our foreheads together and breathing the same pocket of air. “Doh-nt ever leave me again. I cah-nt lose you.”

“Never,” I promised, seizing his nape to keep him pinned to me. “I am here. You are safe. You are cherished. Let go, my Roo-bin. Fall for me.”

His eyes reflected the candlelight, shimmering like the surface of the spring. “Eye-m goh-na come. I?—”

I held him as he trembled. The scent of his spend painting our stomachs and his hiccuping whimper of rapture were all my body needed to stiffen, following him into ecstasy. It crashed over me, hot and consuming, and I could do nothing but let it drag me under.

I had been confined to the furs for six turns of the moons. Roo-bin had tended to my needs in every way. He had expressed annoyance whenever I tried to return to my duties, ushering me back to our den with that adorable pout on his face, but he had never stayed that way for long.

I had managed, many times, to appease him with kee-ss and my cock. He was not as grave when he writhed on the end of my knot or collapsed in a sated heap from pleasure. He had also shown lenience after I had fetched my harness, only to discover his scaarf emblem had disappeared. The thought had crossed my mind that it lay on the field of the ambush, and my hackles had risen, ready to limp back to that forest if need be. However, my Roo-bin had wandered in, confused by my reaction, holding the fabric in his small hands, and raising it toward me like an offering.

“It was getting rah-tee,” he had said. “I washed it for you.” A smile had lit up his face when I had taken it from him with a snarl, tying it back in its rightful place at my side. For whatever reason, the little creature had dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock into his throat, smelling intensely of love and pride.

I had enjoyed his company thoroughly, but my skin itched to find those responsible for the ambush and regain control of my planet. I had my suspicions. The lackeys had not been hired by thin air, but since the assailants were a species we could not recognize, it was a gyll-ache to gather evidence. Days ago, a party had been sent to collect the bodies of the slain, to investigate them for traces that could lead to the culprits, once and for all.

I had gathered the chiefs and elders from all surrounding clans to discuss strategy. As my right hand, Zae’l was also present, but it was a secretive meeting. We could not risk word of a coup reaching the Northern Clan.

It was a mess. Not one of us could agree on a suitable plan of action. A few believed in a violent approach, threats and intimidation, while others leaned toward peaceful means of negotiations and trade. I knew we were past the time for peace, but as the Great Leader, I could not be seen breaking the treaty on a hunch.

It was one of the many complications of being leader.

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