Page 11 of His Human to Chase

“I moved the tunic.” Yril’s tongue licks against my neck as his free hand pushes my hair to one side. I open my mouth to complain about him changing up the game without telling me, but he speaks first.”I’ll give you your prize, though.”

A smile breaks across my lips, and I wiggle my backside against him, trying to find his cock to press against. He lets out a soft hiss as he presses himself to me and lets me grind against him. His free hand moves down my back and stills my movements.

He spins me around, not that it helps me to see, but he can see me well enough. I wrap my legs around him and shimmy my way up his body until I’m grinding against his cock. He doesn’t give me control of my hands, but that’s fine because he’s positioning his cock against me and then sinking fully into me.

“Fuck, yes, Yril.” His name is a prayer on my lips as he pulls out of me just to thrust into me completely again. The door creaks against my back as he forcefully pushes into me again and again, but it holds, just as I hold against his brutal taking of me.

“More,” I pant. Needy and wanting friction on my clit. His cock is textured, but it’s not enough for me. I need something rubbing against my clit, but he hasn’t quite learned that about me yet.

“More of what?” He asks as he sinks inside me again. He slows his movements as though he’s trying to make sure he doesn’t fall into pleasure before I do.

“Free my hands, I’ll show you,” I arch my back as I wriggle my hands. His movements have slowed completely, so he’s deep inside of me. His hand slowly releases mine, and then he grabs my thighs. I take my time moving my hands over my breasts, down my torso, and between my legs. I know he’s watching me, even if I can’t see it. “I need my clit rubbed to come. Like how you did it with your tongue.”

“Let me do that then.” Yril tries to pull himself out of me, but I keep my legs wrapped tightly around him even as he steps away from the door like he can get me off of him if I don’t have the support at my back. “Do you want to release or not?” He keeps walking through the small building until he’s crawling on the bed. I’m keeping myself plastered to him so his cock doesn’t have a chance to slip out of me. His exasperation is evident as he gives up on separating us and pushes his cock deeper into me.

“Use your hand,” I moan. “See mine, you do it.”

There’s a brief pause where the only thing in the whole world is our breathing, and then he’s holding himself up on one arm as his other hand splays out on my lower abdomen with his thumb stroking me softly where he just watched me stroking myself.

“Like this?” His voice is low, and I’m sure he’s watching my face for any hints that he’s doing it wrong. He’s not, though. He’s doing exactly what I need to find my own orgasm, and I let him know as much.

“Just like that, Yril,” I moan and writhe under his touch. He’s tentative at first, almost like he doesn’t believe that I’m actually enjoying what he’s doing. When I keep up the moans of pleasure and then clench down on him as I near my own climax, something changes in him, and he starts pumping into me again.

“You will find pleasure on my cock,” he tells me. He’s not asking or suggesting. He’s demanding my orgasm. It’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me, and I find it’s the perfect thing to get me over that edge and fall into pleasure.

“Good floof,” Yril says through clenched teeth as his cock twitches inside of me, filling me with his come.

“Thank you,” I say as my body goes limp when my orgasm fades. “That was amazing. Thank you, Yril.”

He pulls out of me slowly, and then he shimmies down the bed so his face is right in front of mine. “Thank you. I plan to have you clench around me like that very often. Yes, let me know when you can release again because I would like to feel it at least once more before the day is over.”

“Get the fire started,” I push him off of me once my breathing and heart have settled. “I’ll be ready to come again as soon as I can see my mate’s face.”

Yril lets out one last hiss before crawling off the bed and quickly starting a fire.

He doesn’t immediately have sex with me again. No, he makes me drink some water and eat some of the dried meat he brought in a pack when he chased me down in the woods. When he’s satisfied with taking care of me, he pounces me in bed and makes sure to get me off again while he’s buried inside of me.

That’s how we spend our first full day together. He takes care of me, we have sex, and then we repeat it, all while a thunderstorm rages outside.

Yril

Ifeed my mate some more dried olack as I wait to see if the storms are going to start up again. We have been out in the safety building for five days now. Five days of my mate telling me everything about her life on Earth, me explaining what happened to our tribe and what is currently happening to us. Of course, it’s also been five days of us finding all of the ways we enjoy pleasuring one another.

The storms have been very light, and no thunder has been heard for the last two days. I know it is probably safe to return to the tribe now, but a part of me wants to stay out here with my Skylar for as long as I can.

We need to return, though. Skylar misses her friend, Alice, who is to be mated to Toron, and I want her to meet all of the others so she knows she is welcome here and has a home with all of us.

I also want to send my mate back out into the trees so I can chase her down and make love to her out in the open. She has told me plenty of times now that she wants me to chase her down, make her submit, and show her that I am the predator to her prey. She wants me to sink deep into her sex out in the open where anyone could stumble upon us, where we are both free and in the wild. I enjoy listening to her tell me how badly she wants it because it only fuels my own desires and dreams.

“Drink some more water.” I pass the water skin to Skylar.

“You’ve had me drink one already.” She covers her mouth with one hand while laughing at me.

“You will be exerting yourself soon.” I push the skin toward her a bit more, narrowing my eyes when she doesn’t immediately take it. “I need to make sure you do not lose all of your water when you do.”

Skylar lifts one of her brows in question but, thankfully, takes the water skin and takes a few sips before asking anything. “Why am I exerting myself?”

I flash her a bright smile and stand from the table. I don’t answer her at first. She knows why she will be exerting herself, but making her wonder, even if it is only slightly, puts me at more of an advantage.

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