Page 8 of His Human to Chase

His body tenses again, and then his hand moves from my cheek to the back of my head. He pulls my hair softly until I’m looking up at him. “I need to release soon, little floof. Be good. Swallow what I give you, and let me coat you in the rest, yes?”

I nod my head, wide-eyed and eager to claim him as mine. His hand loosens on my hair but then pulls me close to his groin again. I open my mouth, taking as much of him into my mouth as possible. When I pull back and just have the tip on my tongue, he starts twitching, and then he fills my mouth with his come in thick spurts that I swallow down as quickly as possible. He pulls out of me before he’s finished, and I feel come hit my lips and drip down my chin. He tugs on my hair again, tilting my face back up to him as another spurt of come hits my lower face, coating my lips and tongue as I try to lick up the rest.

“Beautiful,” he praises me as he kneels down next to me. His hand still tightly holding me to keep my face pointed upward, admiring his come on my face. “So absolutely stunning.” He wipes the come from my chin with his thumb and then pushes it into my mouth. I groan against his thumb and suckle on it until it’s cleaned. He wipes more off of my face and feeds it to me, and I clean his thumb every time he swipes more off my face. “Last part, little floof. Tell me who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Yril.” The words sound like a dream as they leave my lips. My whole body sizzles in desire as I say them, begging him to tell me the same. I want to know he feels just as strongly, that he’s just as devoted as me. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulls me up against his body, and carries us back to the bed. He lies me down, his red eyes still shimmering with his tears.

“I belong to you.” He cups my face between his palms and presses his forehead to mine. “All of me, all of my soul and my body, is yours. Will always be yours. Anything you need, you will ask, and I will provide. Anything. Do you understand, my sweet little floof?”

I arch my back, trying to entice him into doing a bit more with me since I’m no longer overstimulated and really kind of want to feel him inside of me. He pushes against my body, pinning me to the bed with his body. His face doesn’t offer me anything in the way of knowing how he’s feeling other than amused as he pushes against me every time I try to wiggle underneath him.

“Do you understand?” he asks again.

My eyes widen in realization. I nod quickly and then open my mouth to make my first request. “Fuck me, please, Yril.”

“Anything for you.”

Yril

The first time I make love to my human, I last barely any time at all. Thankfully, she is still very eager to allow me between her legs until I fill her again and again. In fact, she does not let me leave from between her thighs until she is calling out my name and squeezing my cock as pleasure floods her small body and turns her the prettiest shade of pink all over. She uses her fingers to stroke between her legs as I thrust into her until she finds her own release. I want to be the one who brings her that pleasure, but I do not know what she is doing and can’t very well see it when I am between her legs. It is something I will need to have her show me later.

She moans the sweetest sounds when I pull from her and then flushes again when I hold her legs apart to admire my seed leaking from between her legs. I watch her like that for so long that my cock regains some of its functionality, and I take myself in my hand to pump another release against my sweet human’s spread sex. She giggles the sweetest sound as my seed hits her and coats her beautifully. When I finish, I finally grab my tunic off the floor and wipe her clean.

Now, my sweet human is lying on top of my body, her hands tracing the larger scales on my abdomen and smiling every time she makes me twitch from tickling me. I grab her hands in mine when she tickles me in the same spot she has already teased many times already.

“What is it you want?” I narrow my eyes on her, daring her to taunt me again. She is a skittish female though, so I know she may not even say anything to me right now. I am correct in that her face turns pink, and she averts her eyes from me. It is moments like this when I remember that my human has still not told me her name, but when she is like this, she is unlikely to tell me anything. “My little floof wants to tickle me but then gets so quiet when she is called out. Why?”

She shrugs her shoulders, the closest I’ll get to an answer from her. That is okay. I can talk enough for the two of us until she is comfortable enough around me to open her mind to me and speak her truths. I will cherish every moment with her, even if they are spent with me trying to embarrass, seduce, and entertain her. Truly, there is not anything else I would rather do.

“I have been between your legs and had my cock between your lips, and you are still too frightened to talk to me?”

I tease her because I know that she has told me she is not frightened of me. I trust her because I have no reason not to. My human is quiet and shy, though. I know the wild version of her that ran through the trees from me is in there. I just need to make her comfortable enough around me to share that part of herself.

Maybe when the weather clears, I will send her back out in the trees completely naked and make her run from me before I chase her down and make love to her in the trees.

A rumble of thunder shakes the small building we are in, and the fire sways softly from the draft that is able to get in from the curved stone chimney that allows the smoke out of the building. The chimney is curved so the smoke can escape, but keeps the torrential downpour from flooding the small building. Sometimes, the rain is soft enough not to make it through the thick needles of the trees, but most of the time, it makes its way through. The wind and the strikes of light are what is really dangerous when it is storming. I make sure the fire stays lit so my small human can continue to see in case she is frightened, but we are in no danger inside the safety building.

“We will be trapped out here many days, little floof.” I gather her hair in my hands and run my fingers through it. I have seen some of the other brothers do this for their females, and they seem to like it. So I gently run my fingers through and detangle my human’s pale hair that travels all the way down her back. “You will grow tired of my voice if I am the only one to talk.”

She rests her head on her hands and stares up at me. “I’m sorry.”

I furrow my brows. My beating is heavy in my chest because there is absolutely nothing my human needs to be sorry for. “It is your mate who is sorry,” I nod, a confirmation to myself. “I do not make you feel comfortable enough to express yourself, but I will fix this. I just need to figure out how.”

“No,” my human says much more strongly than she has said anything so far. Well, anything except for my name when she is finding pleasure on my tongue or on my cock. “Don’t do that. It’s my fault. I’m just still getting used to all of this, and we just fucked. I don’t normally do that so fast, but with you, it felt right, but now I’m second-guessing myself like maybe that was way too slutty. What if you’re going to realize it was super slutty, and then you want a different human? That will just break my heart because, like I said before, my heart is like tethered to you. I didn’t even know I believed in souls or anything like that until I felt so called to be with you, and now I may have ruined everything. “

My human says everything so quickly. I am surprised that she even had that many words to say. It is easily the most words she has said so far, and some of them I do not know, and that makes my understanding of her concerns a little confused, but I am willing to figure it out so I can comfort her in the way that she needs.

“What is slutty?” I ask. It is one of the words I do not understand, and I do not like the inflection she uses when she talks about herself using that word.

My human smiles up at me like I have said something she approves of, even if I don’t fully understand what it is. “When a woman is too easy.”

I cock my head to the side, still not completely understanding. “All of the females have been easy for their mates. Why would you be difficult?”

“No,” she laughs softly, and I think I like hearing that sound from her the most. It means I have given her joy, and that is just slightly better than giving her pleasure. “Like in bed. Easy in bed.”

“Why would you be difficult in bed?”

“No, like easy to get in bed.” She is still laughing. The more she explains, the more confused I get, but she seems to be enjoying the conversation. It has her talking to me, so I will continue telling her that human females are very easy if she wants to continue telling me that they should be difficult.

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