Page 40 of The Monster at the End of This Courtship

I knew he was fully awake when he gripped the base of my neck and moaned. "Good morning to you, too, sugar."

I swallowed around his head, earning another grunt of pleasure.

"Close," he warned.

I took that as a challenge to see how fast I could make him come. I increased my speed and suction. When I pressed a finger to his taint, he held my head in place and pumped his load down my throat. His knot grew in my mouth, but I backed off it, not wanting to injure him with my teeth. I was sure I could take all ofhim, knot and all, and hold him in my mouth until it went down, but I also wanted to eat breakfast sometime soon. I caressed his knot with both hands, but Axel grabbed them and pulled me up the bed to lie on his chest.

"Thank you."

I kissed him hard and deep, and he moaned as he sucked on my tongue.

"Damn, you taste good with my cum in your mouth."

"You say the prettiest things."

He laughed, and suddenly I found myself sitting on his chest, straddling his face, with my compression shorts nowhere to be seen.

"Magic," he said. "I want you to ride my face."

He really did say the sweetest things. I helped him arrange the pillows for the best angle, and then I fucked into his mouth. I kept my thrusts shallow at first, but he didn't gag, even when I pushed further into his mouth. Soon, I was fucking his mouth the way I'd fucked his ass.

He surprised me by shoving three fingers into my slick hole at once. The suction on my cock and the pressure on my prostate drove me out of my mind, right into bliss.

A few drops of cum trickled from the corner of his mouth when he grinned up at me. I scooted down the bed so I could lick them up and kiss him again.

I'd never wanted anyone this often. My cock had already rebounded by the time we wandered to the shower. The stall was barely big enough for two, and definitely not spacious enough for sexy shenanigans. I settled for helping him wash his hair and back, and he returned the favor. We finished with a slick and quick handjob in lukewarm water. I had a few bruises from contact with the shelves and the shower nozzle, but it was worth it.

"I've never wanted anyone like this," Axel said over the waffles he'd magicked from the cafeteria.

His statement was so close to what I'd been thinking, it caught me off guard. I'd been carefully filling each of the squares with the perfect amount of syrup, but now I had a big pond of syrup in the middle.

"When the others talked about their fated mates, like Punky, and Coz and Grindl …" I sighed. "I didn't believe them."

"It's hard to believe until it happens to you," Axel agreed. "I wasn't really looking for a relationship on Earth, and then the one with Rosanna developed, and I guess you could say I settled. It wasn't like this, full of passion and desire. Turns out, I'm attracted to kobold omegas."

I couldn't keep the grin from spreading until all my teeth had to be showing. I stabbed a waffle square with my fork and shoved it into my mouth before I said something crazy, like "I want to make babies right now," or "I love you."

Instead, we grinned at each other as we each took larger and larger bites of waffle, no longer sticking with the one-square bites of humans. I swear Axel shoved half of his waffle in his mouth at once and washed it down with milk.

"Time to go back to bed," he declared when his plate was spotless, not one drop of syrup or crumb of waffle to be seen.

"We have to finish the line work today, and make sure all the supplies are on the right fields and ready for the construction crew.

"We can do that after lunch," he said. "We have plenty of time."

He was right. We did.

Chapter 16

Axel

Over the next two weeks, my construction crew and I turned from building log cabins to crafting our recreational spaces. We planted numerous removable pole bases in the ground, measured the different field sizes, chalked lines, and crafted a pavilion from scratch based on the poetic ramblings of a dragon.

While we worked, I got to watch Tuft in action. He was a master manipulator in the best possible way. He had terrific rapport with everyone, bordering on cultish. When I questioned whether it was Tuft's influence or an overzealous desire to play team sports, I would overhear the kobold say, "I don't even like sports."

"How do you do it?" I asked him one night while we ate in the cafeteria. I was covered in sand from moving so much of it to the new volleyball courts, and he was counting the new signatures he'd received.

"Twenty more since lunch," he confirmed.

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