Page 48 of Rebel Fates

“May I?” I ask, sitting up and reaching out for him.

“Of course,” he smiles. “Never hesitate to touch me.”

Experience says that is a lie. There are dark moments with all males when my touch wouldn’t be wanted. I’ve been punished for trying.

Zeek holds my face in his hands and stares into my soul. “I mean it… I’m yours.”

I gently stroke up and down his length, and Zeek barely restrains himself from bucking into my touch.

“Sorry, I’m so worked up.” His whole body is taut with tension, trying to hold back so he won’t hurt me.

I touch him with more pressure, assuming that might help him keep controlled. It does, and it gives me the chance to explore his cock. The texture and feel is much like a human male’s.

To get a better angle, I slide off the bed and kneel at his feet.

Looking up into his golden eyes, I stick my tongue out to get a taste of him. I move slowly in case he doesn’t want me to do this. What do I know about their preferences or customs? Just because he ate my pussy like a pro doesn’t necessarily mean they want or expect the same.

“You want to taste me?” His eyelids hood, and he looks about to come without me even making contact. “Please, taste all you want, but I might cum down your throat.”

“Maybe I want that.” I grin and then swipe my tongue over his tip. His precum tastes sweet and addictive.

“Frex!” he grunts. His fingers lace into my hair. “So soft. So perfect.”

I guide his cock into my mouth and take him as far as I can. His hold on my hair tightens into fists, and he pushes me farther onto him.

I gag on his length, but can’t say I mind. Tears leak out of my eyes as he begins to face fuck me.

“Gemma, oh, Gemma.” He throws his head back, and he pumps into my mouth and throat. Finally, he cries out, “I’m coming.” He doesn’t let up, but crams himself deep and holds me there. I can’t breathe, but I need to swallow instead. So I do, gulping down a massive amount of cum.

I cough when I need to breathe, and it wakes him out of his bliss.

“Oh shax!” He pulls out of my throat and sees the state of my tear-stained face, cum dribbling down my chin and my hair in disarray. “What have I done? I’ve hurt you!”

I shake my head. “I’m okay.”

He doesn’t hear my reassurance, and he picks me up from my kneeling on the floor and holds me tightly. He’s so huge I feel a bit like a doll he’s clinging to. “I was too rough! You’re crying.” He pats my messy locks. “Your pretty hair!” He sounds completely unsettled and out of his mind with worry.

“I just need a brush and a washcloth for my face, and I’ll be okay. Maybe some water?”

He licks up my cheek and gently sets me down. “Of course! I’ll be better next time. I was too excited. I promise. Please let there be a next time.”

“We’re okay. I enjoyed it.”

“You did?” he asks, shocked. “But I was rough with you. I lost my mind when you took my cock in your sweet little mouth! What might happen if I rut you?”

“I suspect I will enjoy that, too.” I chuckle to ease his worry.

“I won’t be too much for you?” He glares at his cock like it has done him some disservice.

“It will be a tight fit, but I think I can take you.”

“You can?” His eyes go wide. “Goddess, Gemma, that’s wonderful news. And that you might want to!” He races out of the room.

Feeling fatigue hitting me, I crawl onto the bed and curl up. I’ve not been in great health for a while now, and all this activity has worn me out.

I’m vaguely aware of Zeek returning and gently wiping my face. He sits me up enough so that I can sip some water. He crawls up behind me, spooning me, and covers us up with a sheet. I fall asleep feeling the safest I’ve felt in perhaps my whole life.

What feels like hours later, I wake to Serrat stroking my cheek. “Rok says you should eat again soon to keep up your strength. Would you like that?”

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