Page 7 of His Human to Chase

His eyes watch my reaction like he knows I’m going to blush even more. Which I do. “My mouth?”

His thumb moves from my cheek to trace my bottom lip. I open it slightly, and he pushes it into my mouth like he wants me to suck on it. When my lips wrap around him, he releases another hiss.

“Yes,” he sighs. “Your mouth will feel wonderful.”

I moan around his thumb, and then he’s popping it out of my mouth and standing from the bed. “Come,” He holds a hand out to me, and I take it so he can help me off the bed. He grabs a pillow from behind me and then throws it on the ground before motioning for me to kneel there. “You want to mate me?” He waits for me to nod again and grabs my fingers to stop them from fidgeting with one another. “I will mate you so long as you are sure, but you do not do this out of fear or nerves.”

My eyes are wide as I stare up at him. His pants are slung low on his hips, barely staying up since he loosened the ties. He’s waiting for me to confirm I want him. Waiting for me to use my actual words.

“I want you, Yril.” The words are barely above a whisper. I have to figure out a way to explain to him everything I’m feeling because it’s a lot. “I’m nervous because I don’t know you. My heart, though, my heart aches for you like you are supposed to be my everything. Please, just tell me you understand that feeling. I don’t want to be alone in how desperate I am for you.”

Yril tilts his head to the side and then shakes it before rubbing his eyes. He kneels beside me, his hands grabbing my face and pulling me close to him so he can stare into my eyes again. “You honor me more than you could ever know.” He sniffles softly, and I realize he was probably rubbing away tears not even a moment earlier. “Yes, I ache for you, and I felt the empty hollowness of my chest before you arrived. You are my mate, not because we have decided it to be, but because the goddess has willed us to be perfect for one another. I promise you, little floof, I am desperate for you just as you are desperate for me.”

I place my hands on his and smile up at him. His eyes are alight once again with happiness, and I wonder if he’s done crying now. “How do I mate you?” I ask him when we’re still both just staring at one another.

Yril’s smile grows slightly. “You will eat my seed and call yourself mine.”

He keeps his hands on my face, watching as I piece together what he’s saying, and the blush on my face deepens in color. He lets out a huff of a laugh when my eyes go wide, and I try to avert my gaze from his. He pinches my chin and turns my gaze back up to his. He seems amused by my reaction but doesn’t make any jokes about how embarrassed I am about what he’s saying.

“I would like to release in your mouth, but if you would like for me to pleasure myself and feed you from my hand, I am fine with doing it that way as well.”

My eyes flick down to his groin, and his eyes track mine as his smile tugs at his lips again. He doesn’t say anything about my curiosity. No, instead, he stands from where he’s kneeling and starts to tug his pants. His eyes narrow on me as I look up at him, admiring the sheer size of him. Honestly, me on my knees when he’s standing tall right in front of me is intimidating. He must see that on my face because he’s taking a step back so he’s not hovering over me.

“Let me know when I can approach you,” he says before tugging his pants down the remainder of the way and stepping out of them.

He’s close to the fire, which is casting shadows across his bright red scales and shadowing his muscles to make him seem even more intimidating. I should be scared since he’s an almost eight-foot demon alien that wants to mate me, but I just see a protector, a lover, someone who makes my heart sing even though I don’t know why.

“Move your hands,” I demand quietly.

I don’t look up at his face to see the knowing smile he’s giving me. There’s a reason he kept himself covered when he lowered his pants, and I know it’s because he wants me to tell him that I want him. He takes his sweet time moving his hands and revealing the hard cock beneath them. He chuckles softly when my eyes go wide, and my mouth opens in a gasp. I’m sure I might actually be drooling, but I’m too focused on the enormous length that Yril was keeping hidden from me.

He’s definitely bigger than any man I’ve ever been with, and his cock is adorned with the same kinds of rounded ridges that adorn his collarbones and shoulders. He grabs the base of his cock in his hand and strokes it slowly as I watch him with sheer adoration.

“Say something, little floof,” Yril’s voice is deeper, almost like he’s barely holding on.

“I want you.” My eyes flick up to his just in time to see him close his and sigh in relief.

“Will you be frightened if I move near you?” He holds himself in his hand, no longer pumping himself.

“I’m not scared of you.” I hold my hand out to him, wanting him to know that it’s never him that scares me. It’s how intense I’m feeling for a stranger. An alien stranger, no less. I don’t fear him, though. I don’t fear his proximity, and I don’t fear being with him in the slightest. “I trust you. I don’t know why, but I trust you.”

He steps up to me, his hand back in front of him to cover his cock so it isn’t immediately jabbing me in the face when he stands so close. I sit up on my knees so I’m tall enough to reach him and stare up at him expectantly. His hand caresses my cheeks again, and his eyes shimmer with more unshed tears.

“Do not worry about taking all of me or even half of me. I just want to feel your tongue and your lips on me.” He moves his hand to grab his cock and holds it in front of me but doesn’t make any move to have me take it. No, he’s waiting on me to do whatever I want to him, and what I want is to lick him.

My tongue wets my lips while I stare at the scaled length staring at me right in the face. I look up to see Yril gritting his teeth above me, his hand on my face still soft and gentle, which is a stark difference from the look of hard determination on his face. I lean forward, my tongue poking out to lick at the slit in his cock just once to taste the precum that’s leaking from him. He hisses, a deep sound that has me closing my eyes and savoring the sound and how it makes me feel. I shift even closer to him and open my mouth to take him in my mouth. He keeps his touch light on my cheek, but when I engulf him with my lips, he tenses slightly.

“You are so wonderful,” he murmurs to me when I’ve done nothing to him but wrap my lips around him.

His cock is smooth, and I can move against it easily since my spit works as a good lubricant against his soft scales. I barely take half of him in my mouth before I can feel my gag reflex. Maybe another time, I’ll see how much of him I can take, but for now, I’m just enjoying how many times I can get him to hiss and tense his hand against my cheek. I know he wants to grab my hair and pull on it or pull me closer to his body, but he’s letting me be in charge right now.

I pull away from him, a trail of spit connecting us for a moment as I look up at him and smile. He caresses my cheek again, the smile on his lips much more strained than mine. “Can I lick you more?”

Yril closes his eyes and slumps his shoulders slightly. “Yes, please.”

I push his hand off his cock and take it in mine. I pump him twice until he’s hissing and glaring down at me like I might be in trouble if not for him trying to be sweet with me right now. He said he wants to play with me, and I’m excited about that, but I know I shouldn’t push him too hard right now. So, instead of pumping him in my hands again, I lick him from the root of his cock up to the tip and then back down.

“Such a good human,” he murmurs as I tease the little slit with my tongue again. “You treat your Yril so sweetly.”

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