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Alina Argoud’s breathing was shallow, her expression uncertain, as she remained still for his tactile exploration. The nub at the front of her opening appeared engorged, pulsing invitingly to the rhythm of her heart as though it were intricately connected to her very soul. Threxin stroked the pad of his finger across the slit, dipping it gently toward the opening so as not to scratch her—yet—and felt her tighten around his digit. His eyes and apertures widened, insides twisting at the sensation. Itmoved.Threxin recoiled for a moment as his limiter delivered a sharp prod against the electric excitement that shot through him.

“It is the most beautiful thing I have seen,” Threxin muttered, lost in his observation of this unthinkable wonder of anatomy.

Alina Argoud deflated as she released a long breath. She slumped forward against him as her hips arced a slow motion against his hand. She made a little frustrated sound when he withdrew, bringing his fingers to his face. They were coatedwith her, and as he put one in his mouth the taste of her made him jerk his own hips against her.

“Move for me, human,” Threxin commanded.

She complied, flinging both arms around his shoulders for better grip as her hips began to grind against him in earnest and his own reciprocated. He shoved her into the wall and she shoved back, a rutting that was a fight as much as a surrender as the female took what she needed. Threxin pressed his head into her shoulder, watching the spot where her wet cunt gyrated into the hardness of him over his clothing.

Threxin could already feel the spikes on his cock protruding and he hadn’t even been shoqing inside anything yet. He pressed his tongue to his cheek, fighting to restrain himself.

Alina Argoud was making restraint difficult. Her folds molded against him, the muscles of her thighs working herself into him as her wetness marked his clothes and her sounds marked his soul. She sounded almost uhyre as she climbed, taking his assault and delivering her own.

“Fuck…” she breathed into his ear—a carnal human word that he relished drawing from her mouth. Her smooth motions grew haphazard and thoughtless. “…Threxin.”

“Yes, human. Beg my name while you come apart for me.” He nipped her ear with a hungry fang, tugging and watching her tilt her head for more. A string of exorin leaked between his fangs, pooling at the junction of her shoulder before sliding down her chest. It maneuvered along the slope of her breast to her peaked nipple. He dipped his mouth and sucked it from her, swirling his tongue around the hard protrusion.

Threxin reached for the pulsing heat concentrated at the apex of her thighs. As he brushed a sharp talon along the swollen bundle of nerves there, his Alina threw her head back, banging it hard into the wall. It was the strained cry and the shuddering hitch of her hips against him that alerted himto her release. It was her legs tightening at his waist with a strength he didn’t know she possessed. She dug her nails into his skin, scraping for purchase.

Threxin shook his head as the sudden urge to rip her apart with his own talons tore through him. The limiter struggled and finally succeeded in suppressing it, but only after Threxin had lifted his free hand to strike. He instead converted the motion to palm the back of her head, wedging between her and the wall so she could safely come undone without concussing herself.

When she was done, he let her sink to the floor. His heart drummed at a rabid pace, his vision black at the edges as it focused entirely on her. He drank her in: the strand of hair plastered to her cheek, the sweat beading her lip, the way her chest heaved as she sat shaking.

There was no use swallowing down any more exorin because it was everywhere. His Alina was coated in it. All of her but her cunt and her mouth—the two places that mattered most, which he’d managed to keep safe. So Threxin let it drip from his lips, down his chin and chest, settling into the crevices of his muscles and apertures. He took a step back, admiring the ecstatic defeat of her on the floor of his den. She was flushed, and confused, and her fragile skin glowed.

But he was entirely unsatisfied.

Threxin ripped his buckle open and undid the clasps on his pants, finally letting his cock spring free. Her eyes widened as she took him in. In fear, or want, or both, he didn’t know and didn’t care. He stood well enough away as he watched her and she looked back, and he gripped his cock, wincing as his palm met the sensitive spikes there. Exorin coated his hand and dripped to the floor as he stroked himself.

“Move for me, Alina,” he repeated his command.

This time she hesitated. She was nervous. Threxin cocked his head, stroking himself lazily.

Finally she sat up on her knees in a pleading pose that made his shaft swell. She looked shyly at the floor, as her hands hovered uncertainly at her waist. It was satisfying to see her work up her resolve, until finally she brought both hands to her black-smeared breasts, cupping the heavy mounds and pressing them together. Presenting.

“Like this?” she asked in a small voice. Yes, she was nervous, but her eyes were still heavy and black with her arousal, and Threxin lifted his chin.

“Exactly like that,” he murmured.

His little female grew braver, perhaps encouraged by the reaction she derived from him. His eyes snapped to her cunt as she shifted to part her knees slightly on the floor. One breast dipped as she released it and slid her hand down her ribs and belly, to her legs.

“Don’t touch there,” Threxin tsked, even though he very much wanted her to do just that. He wanted to watch her stained hand insert his exorin deep into that magical tightening hole. He wanted to follow it, spread her open and fill her with both the poison and the life his cock could provide.

But his Alina was a good, compliant human. She nodded and trailed her hand instead up one inner thigh, then the other, teasing as Threxin fisted his pulsing member.

When her eyes fixed on his cock and her tongue darted out to lick her lips, Threxin was done.

“Shoq,” he growled as his shaft swelled and then released a thick, long rope of cum with enough force to hit her thigh. His release covered her legs and knees in long, thick ropes before finally abating, spilling over his gripping hand and to the floor. He panted, watching as she stared at the milky silver liquid on her skin.

“I want to taste it,” she choked out in a hoarse voice.

“No.” Her eyes snapped up to him at the barked command. “It isn’t safe.”

His seed itself was not of the same addictive quality as his exorin, but they had intermingled both on his member and her covered skin. And though he wanted nothing more than to see Alina Argoud drink all he had to offer, it was his responsibility to keep her safe…

CHAPTER 34

ALINA

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