Page 54 of Dealing With Drak

She strokes me once, and I must bite my tongue, stiffening at the blissful sensation rolling down my thighs.

“Yes,” I say through my teeth. “I am at your mercy, Mean One.”

“Oh? I’m still Mean One, am I? In that case…” she trails off, leaning forward so that I can feel her breath caressing my cock. “I better show you just how nice I can be when you behave.”

It is like a bolt of lightning strikes me right in the spine as her tongue pokes out, drawing a straight line from my balls to the very tip of my length. I see the stars even though we are under a roof.

“An-nana,” I half whine, half growl. She licks me again, more firmly than the first time. “Frek… my mate…”

Her tongue is the softest thing. So slippery and so hot. She’s warming me with only her breath and her touch, lighting up my insides with minimal effort.

“So sensitive,” she teases, kissing my cock playfully. “Did spanking me get you all wound up, hm?”

“Yes,” I choke out.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Drak,” An-nana tells me, using her lips to suckle on the side of my base. She is destroying me with her little mouth and her taunting words.

Somehow, I manage to speak again. “I am no boy.”

Stroking me with her hands, An-nana nods. “You’re not, but humans like to say things like that sometimes. I mean, I’d like it if you called me your good girl. Do you prefer that I call you my mate?”

“Call me what you wish.” The words are whimpered, and I cannot contain myself or control the reactions she pulls from me.

Calling her a good girl. I will remember to do this.

“Okay,” she drawls, kissing my cock once more. “You don’t have to hold back anymore, baby. You’ve done so good for me. If you have to come, do it. I’ll drink down every… last… drop.”

She steals the air straight from my lungs, stretching her lips wide to seal them around the head of my cock. An-nana cups my heavy sack, toying with my sensitive balls as she hollows her cheeks and sucks me.

My vision becomes hazy, and arousal like I’ve never felt before punches me in the gut.

“An-nana, my mate, I—” cannot finish my exclamation because she takes me deeper. Her mouth can hardly contain my massive girth, and I can hardly handle her mouth. Watching my cock sink past her lips further, my balls tighten up.

There’s no stopping what comes next.

I explode in her mouth without being able to warn her, doing my best to keep my hands still so that I don’t reach for her and end up squeezing her where I should not.

An-nana is unfazed by my sudden release, greedily swallowing my cum as it fills her cheeks. Her eyes have glazed over, and she’s panting around my length as the climax consumes me. I don’t know how long it takes me to settle down as time seems to blur.

Eventually, I can breathe better again, and my mate’s lips drag off of me, my cock falling from them with a slippery sound. A shiver hits me, the action sparking against my overly sensitive skin.

Offering a sultry grin, she blinks at me. “Liked that, hmm?”

She squeaks as I lunge toward her, picking her up swiftly and tucking her body against mine. I embrace her tightly, hoping to never let her go.

“You are an astonishing creature, my mate.”

22

Anna

This morning, I woke up surrounded by the most delicious heat. Drak was snuggling me so hard I was surprised he didn’t actually crush me. Though, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, given how much restraint he’s shown me. My mate turned out to be an excellent spanker and very teachable.

Afterward, I let him eat me out until I could barely speak, and then we shared probably the best night of sleep I’ve ever had in my entire life. You’d think being squished into a king sized bed with a giant alien warrior who was more muscle than anything else might be lumpy and uncomfortable. But boy, it’s quite the opposite. I felt like I was sleeping on a bed of clouds—the warmest, safest clouds around.

Unfortunately, the comfort is long gone by the time we start trekking around the city, sweat slowly beginning to drip down the back of my neck. It’s not super hot out, but searching for hours is a constant and exhausting exercise. I may be in decent shape from being my sorority’s zombie repeller, but my stamina is decidedly, very human.

Drak, on the other hand, is just fine. He looks like he’s been frolicking through the woods for thirty minutes rather than trudging through this half-destroyed city with me for the better part of the day. He’s still coming down from the high of last night, I think. If I weren’t so flattered, I’d probably be jealous as fuck of his ability to travel so far on foot without so much as breaking a sweat.

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