Page 14 of K'Vella

"Don't want to hurt you," he says, or at least I think he does. The words are muffled on my neck because he's refusing to release it from his gentle bite.

"You won't. I promise. Please, I need more," I whine and grab his hand to show him what I need.

He growls a warning and bites down harder on the back of my neck. I moan deep and primal, wanting to know what it'd feel like if he split my pelt with his teeth and held me down while he rutted me.

"Fuck," Holoth grunts against my neck, attempting to remove himself from being laid over my back. Nope, that won't do.

I reach back with my lower hands and grab for him, pulling him back down against me. I lean my shoulders further down to hold myself up with my head tilted to one side and reach behind me with my upper hands. I grab his head, and he grunts in what I'm hoping is approval at my rough handling of him. He follows my lead as I pull him back down to my neck and hold him there.

"Bite my fucking neck and fuck me like you hate me, Holoth," I say, pressing my ass against his cock and grinding against it so he understands without a shadow of a doubt what I want.

He takes exactly half a second to make up his mind. His teeth bite down hard enough to bruise as he positions himself against me and thrusts into me with one solid thrust. I gasp out at the pain of the teeth and the satisfaction of filling full. Holoth's purr rumbles through the room, easing the pain in my neck.

Holoth says something, but his mouth is too full for me to make it out. It sounds like he's worried about hurting me, so I wrap my hands on his thighs and press my nails into his skin until it hurts just as bad as his teeth do in my neck. He snarls and bites down harder. His hips snap as he pushes himself fully into me, and I feel the rough texture of his knot before it's inflated. I groan against the furs and tangle my hand in his hair. I must have tugged the binding of his braid off because I can grab handfuls and keep him close to me.

"Harder, please," I whine low in my throat.

I'm desperate for this, eager to be physical when it's been so long. Holoth doubles his efforts at fucking me, just as enthusiastic as me for this coupling. He grabs my hips with one of his hands, using his strength to pull me back against him as he thrusts into me.

I let out a sound that would be unflattering if made anywhere except in the bedroom. It spurs Holoth more, making it clear he's figured out what I need from him.

He tries to say something against my neck without removing his teeth. When I don't understand, he bites down harder, and I cry out. "Yes, please!"

His purr fills my ears and rumbles through my body, and that's when I feel his knot beginning to swell. The thickness of it starts to open me more as he thrusts in and out of me. He doesn't slow. If anything, he picks up the pace. My nails bite into his thighs, my fingers pull at his hair, and it only makes him fuck into me harder. The base of his knot opens me too full before he pulls it back out.

"Please, knot me," I cry out. I've never felt so full in my life, and there's something so comforting in it. I need to feel him inside me, locked into me, trying his hardest to knock me up. "Holoth, please, knot me, please."

He wraps an arm around my waist and another around my chest as he pushes himself inside of me once more. I come apart as his teeth pierce my pelt. His purr is so loud I can't hear myself calling his name over the low rumble. His knot swells unbelievably large as he pumps my womb full of his seed.

My body convulses underneath him. My wrists burn with something I've never felt before. His arms keep me locked close to his body as I reach the peak and start to fall back down. His teeth don't leave my neck until my breathing has slowed and I realize what we just did.

"So fucking good," Holoth mumbles as he presses soft kisses along the bite on the back of my neck. His tongue drags over the wound, and it sends shivers of pleasure through my body. "Such an agreeable little female."

I huff out a sound of laughter at his words. I'm much bigger than any Rytharian female. I know that much for certain. I'mbarely smaller than Holoth. His words come from how he's heard other Rytharians speak to their females, but it's still sweet.

"When do you need to go again?" I ask, looking over my shoulder to see more of Holoth.

He keeps licking at my bite and placing the softest kisses against it. From the videos I watched last night, Rytharians enjoy biting during couplings. It has nothing to do with mating like it does for Varons.

Still, it makes me feel warm and complete in a way I'm not used to. I only wish the bite wasn't on the back of my neck because I'd like to admire it when I'm on my own.

"Soon," Holoth says. "Was this too much?" he asks as he licks at the bite again. "I've never bitten anyone before. I didn't even think about it."

I swell with pride that I don't think I've really earned. Something is invigorating about knowing I'm the first one Holoth's ever been with. The only one he's ever bitten. It means more to me than it does to him, but I don't think he understands that right now, given how lost he is in his rut. Honestly, I'm not thinking about the consequences right now, either.

"I like it."

"Yeah?" Holoth asks, sounding a bit surprised.

He thrusts into me or tries to. I'm pretty sure he's checking to see how close he is to being able to take me again. All of my research told me we'd be stuck like this for up to half an hour, so I don't know why he thinks he might be able to take me again after less than five minutes.

"Can I do it again?" he asks and then growls at himself. "I want to do it again. I want you covered in bites. My bites, all over your shoulders, neck, body." He growls again, trying to pull himself out of me, and snarls when he doesn't budge.

"You need to learn some patience," I mumble into the furs.

Holoth leans over my body, his mouth close to mine. I can see the blood staining his lips, and it has something tightening in my lower belly and causing my wrists to burn again. I wince at the pain and reach up to rub at my pelt.

"A male in rut doesn't have much patience," he says, looking at where I'm rubbing my wrists and running a hand over one side.

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