Page 41 of K'Vella

"The clan leader wants to speak with you," a male says, pulling out a chair across from me and settling in.

He gives me a soft smile and does the same to K'Vella, who's currently sucking on my neck to quiet her moans. I don't slow my movements inside her as I talk to this male. She's taking well to Rytharian ways, and who knows when I'll be able to do this again once we leave.

"Am I to go to them, or are he and his mate coming to me?" I ask, twisting my fingers inside K'Vella just right so that her mewling turns into desperate gasps.

"Holoth," she groans against my neck, her upper arms raking over my chest and pushing the fur off my shoulder so she can hold me tighter. I press a kiss to her temple as though this is a sweet moment between us and not one where I'm very purposefully trying to make her scream my name out again in pleasure.

"They asked for me to come get you," the male across from me says.

His eyes stay on me and don't drop to where I'm plunging my fingers deep into my sweet Varon female. It's considered rude to stare at a female in pleasure, even if it's because of her mate rutting her on the tables. Everything we do is to make these females feel safe enough around us to offer us everything. K'Vella trusts me very much for someone not raised in the same culture.

"My mate would like to speak with you as well," the male adds, his cheeks flushing slightly when K'Vella cries out and tugs my braid so my neck is bared to her.

I chuckle and use my free hand to free her grip on me. Her lips suckle on my neck as I bring her closer and closer to her pleasure. I can feel her teeth roughly against my skin, and it has a growl vibrating in my chest.

"Give us a few minutes," I manage to say to the male across from me.

He nods and crosses his arms over his chest. He makes himself content, staring up toward the ceiling, his eyes closing, probably taking in the sounds of females finding their pleasure all around us and imagining his mate.

He's not from my clan, or at least he wasn't when I lived here. His tanned skin and dark hair make him stand out amongstthe light-skinned blonds that make up most of my tribe. He probably came from another clan to participate in a rut or heat run and found his mate in one of my clan's females. It's how we keep our gene pools diverse, though this isn't one of the larger clans, and many who find mates here take them to their homes instead of settling here.

"K'Vella," I groan as she scrapes her teeth harder against me, taking my mind off trying to guess which clan the new male hails from. "What are you doing, my sweet female?"

"I need you," she whines into my ear. Her lips lock onto my lower lobe and bite down. "Please, I need you."

"What do you need from me?" I ask, nudging her face with my own until she's looking at me.

Her pupils are blown out in lust, her chest is almost completely violet, and her upper hands can't stop scratching into me as her lower ones stay wrapped around her abdomen.

"Holoth," she whines as I wrap my hand in her hair and tug her mouth away from my neck. She bares her teeth at me, and it has my cock straining even harder against my pants. If she asks, I'll bend her over this table right now, but not until she asks.

"What does my mate need?" I ask, growling low in the back of my throat as I add a little command. The sound has the male across from me narrowing his eyes in worry, and I sigh because now I have to pause all this fun.

"I need to come, Holoth." K'Vella scratches at me some more, and I keep my fingers working inside her. "Please, please," she begs so sweetly as I turn my attention to the other male.

"My command doesn't work on her," I tell him. "She isn't doing anything she doesn't want to do."

The male eyes me like he's not quite sure if I'm telling him the truth or not. I groan and shift K'Vella in my lap, much to her displeasure.

Her eyes flash open, all three staring at me as though I've wronged her in some way. I remove my fingers, and the sound that tears from her throat is enough to make me promise her in my mind to make up for this great injustice later.

"He's worried I'm forcing my strong, beautiful female." I rub my fingers coated in K'Vella's slick against my neck and lick the remainder before placing them on her lips. She scowls at me, but lust still simmers under her pelt. She opens her mouth and accepts my fingers, sucking on them as I talk. "I need to show him my commands mean nothing to you. That you enjoy defying them every chance you get."

She gives me a confused look as I slide my fingers out of her mouth. I growl low in my throat and give a single command to K'Vella. "Lie on the table and untie your top."

K'Vella's flush travels even more, and her breath catches in her throat. I purr against her when she digs her nails deeper into my skin. She might like the idea of what I'm telling her to do, and it might cause her to become a slicker for me. But I'm almost positive she's not ready for that much.

"Holoth," she whispers my name, nudging her nose against my chin and wrapping her lips back around my neck. "Please, not right now."

"Maybe another time."

I run a hand down her hair and return my fingers deep inside her. She lets out a guttural moan as I twist them just the way she likes and curl them inside of her.

The male across from us is back to staring at the ceiling, apparently content with how I showed him my commands don't work on my Varon. Now, I keep my lips pressed to her ear, whispering all the things I want to do to her before we leave this planet.

"Before we leave, I'm going to spread you out on this table in front of me," I purr, making sure K'Vella hears me even whenshe whines and moans at the way I play her perfectly. "I'm going to strip you of these furs and leave you sprawled out all for me. Do you want that, sweet mate? Do you want to be my own personal feast?"

"Please, Holoth," K'Vella's voice catches on my name as her body shudders. "I want that. I want it all. I want to be yours."

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