Page 16 of Flower of Seshana

The tip of his tail slicked up her body, the pheromones in her sweat coating it intoxicatingly as it slid up to cup her breast as the very tip flicked against it. Her muscles clenched and she jerked within their hold as her cry of pleasure filled the chamber. His tailtip immediately curled around her nipple, and he began to caress and tug on it with every stroke of his tongues. His saliva mixed with Quillen’s, drenching her cunt in their pheromones, drawing the scent of her arousal deeper and making her overflood with a richer essence until she finally shattered with a shriek, her muscle straining as she arched powerfully, her sweetness exploding from her and drenching their tongues.

Their hisses of pleasure rose up as they drank it down and allowed it to seep into their scales, carrying the powerful pheromones deeper within them so that they shuddered and their primary cocks erupted, spilling their seed in copious streams onto their mate’s body and the bedding.

Gradually he drew his mouth away, his tongues dragging around his mouth as he lapped up the last traces of her flavor, and sank back into the bedding beside her. He admired her drowsily and rubbed their seed into her skin in firm strokes as he watched Quillen remove the bedding that required cleaning.He startled with surprise, however, when Alexandra suddenly rolled on top of him, her plump legs straddling him as her cunt rested against his sant. His cock immediately stirred in reaction, hardening so that the tip pressed from his sant directly into her heat. She tossed her head back and moaned as the head pressed slowly into her snug channel, and a shiver rushed through him with renewed arousal. Quillen sat up and trilled with interest, his eyes going to the very place he was connected with Alexandra, filling her instinctively as his cock slowly slipped from his sant directly into her. He was not sure he could have stopped it even if he had tried. There was nothing in that moment but her tight heat.

“Like I said,” she gasped as his cock surged up and plugged her completely, “I can work with it.”

She rocked her hips, her belly flexing as her cunt tugged at his primary cock with each movement. Kethan hissed and his coils curled around her reflexively and dragged against her pelvis in frustration. His instinct to mate was not entirely compatible with her form. She did not have a long tail to twine with, nor did she have a secondary slit like a Vahel female would to receive his other cock that was now fully engorged and ready for her clutch. He growled as he thrust up into her, his upper tail bucking as he drove his primary cock repeatedly into her clutching heat, his lower tail twisting and dragging against her slickened flesh. The end of his tail dipped lower and his cock dragged inexplicably against another hot center. The tip of his tail extending beyond his cock suddenly wound around her, tightening to keep her firmly in place as his tail whipped, plunging his heavily lubricated secondary cock into her even as his primary cock drove deep.

Alexandra gasped and cried out, her channel convulsing around him as she rocked back against him, pressing him even deeper. He hummed as his coils flexed around her, thrustinghis cocks in and out, plugging her entirely as he rutted her, forcing his cocks deeper and deeper as they became increasingly engorged. She trembled, her musk thickening, as she moved over him, her body lifting and lowering in a primal dance within the confines of his coils that expanded and constricted around her in turn as he bred her. They twisted together in this dance and Kethan could feel the heat sparking hot deep within his gut. It sparked again, brighter and hotter. And then suddenly it was rising and rushing through him as his cocks jerked and spasmed within her clenching, pulsing heat. Their cries mingled together as she convulsed, her body drawing his seed deep even as cocks released in heavy streams within her that seemed to go on and on as their shared pheromones triggered their release again and again.

His body shook with the pleasure-pain of the last spurt of seed within her. Alexandra moaned and then gasped as his cocks withdrew. Kethan lay there, his eyes sliding shut, uncertain whether or not he would survive mating when Quillen trilled and tugged Alexandra off him. He did not bother opening his eyes—he did not have the energy—but the musk of their arousal quickly filled the chamber as did the wet sounds of their mating. Quillen’s moans as his cocks found their anchorage was nearly music but not so much as Alexandra’s wails of pleasure as the male aggressively rutted her, the wet slaps of their entangled bodies becoming more and more furious until they broke with their own cries as Alexandra accepted her other mate’s seed.

It was good. Kethan smiled sleepily, exhaustion stealing over him. He was half-asleep when he felt Alexandra drop beside him, her sweaty body brushing against his scales. Rather than arouse him, as spent as he was, her pheromones had a curiously different reaction, flooding him with a sense of peace. Yawning wide, he turned and gathered his mate in his arms.

“I’m your mate now, right?” she mumbled sleepily, and his heart stuttered.

“Would you like to be… to both of us?” Quillen asked.

“Of course.” She yawned widely. “Both of you. You and me forever. I never want to leave you,” she whispered, the words ending on a little sigh as she drifted off to sleep.

He knew without a doubt that there would be no survival for him now without Alexandra. As long as he got to hold her for the rest of his life, he would be fine.

“I will not be able to survive without her,” Quillen murmured in a rare show of vulnerability some time later.

“I know. Neither of us would.”

Chapter

Twelve

“Have the specimens all been properly stored?” Alexandra asked distractedly as she worked on the arduous task of organizing her books.

Thankfully there was a male within the nara who was practically ancient and who had taught all of his nestlings as well as the young generations of his line the art of book binding. Despite having a wizened appearance with scales faded nearly to white, he had a remarkable amount of stamina. He had also been happy to assist with providing her with a number of bound books that she was able to transfer her notes into. They now counted amongst her most treasured possessions—and for good reason. Her work needed to last, after all. Among those books were a number that Gamay had given her as well, with written information regarding the Zir and the plants of healing that Kethan had been patiently helping her translate into her own bound books. At some point she would need more space made for her books, but the freshly carved-out shelves in the main chamber served her needs perfectly for now.

Quillen hummed in agreement from behind her, his tail slithering along the back of her thigh flirtatiously. She couldn’tsee him, but she smiled as she slid another book onto the shelf. She knew he did that for her benefit since she couldn’t see his gavo snapping in reply, even though she could often hear it if he did so vigorously enough. She wasn’t surprised that he had already finished with the task.

Of course it was taken care of. Not only had they been showering her with pleasure every night, but they had also been working hard around the nest. Ever since Alexandra had agreed to become their mate, they had been busy over the last week as they methodically prepared their nest with a startling intensity. All in order to officially welcome her into their family. She had told them many times that she didn’t need that—that their nest was perfect as is—but they had insisted. The nest was hers and they wanted everything properly prepared. And the gesture had been so sweet that she hadn’t had the heart to protest. She was also privately more than a little pleased that they wanted to.

She had been a little surprised, just how much they had decided to tackle… and with considerable enthusiasm. And among the many things that had demanded their time and attention, expanding their nest to include a workroom for her had taken priority as they had deemed to be among the most important. She couldn’t disagree either. Although she would never have demanded that they build her a workroom, especially when they had managed just fine in the main chamber of the nest, she was already in love with the room even without seeing the final touches that Kethan had shut himself in to work on over the last couple of days.

She didn’t need to see its finished look to know that it would be exactly what she needed and wanted. The fact that they had asked an elder female named Dyeri to make a special storage area within the room she had taken considerable pleasure in carving out with her powerful sonic blasts touched her heart. That gaping hole for the large closet space had struck Alexandrawith awe when she got her first glimpse of it. It was more than enough space to safely store all of her specimen boxes that she’d painstakingly collected until the day came that she would be able to give all to her people—if it ever came. Quillen had never brought up the possibility that it wouldn’t, nor had Kethan, but she knew there was a strong possibility. And she couldn’t quite hide that acknowledgment sometimes when she looked upon her collection.

Having it stored safely out of sight would provide her with some necessary mental relief. “That’s great. Thank you for taking care of that.”

“Kethan also said to tell you that he is ready,” Quillen murmured.

She glanced up in surprise as she shelved the last book. “It’s time already?”

Quillen’s smile was her only answer, so she smoothed down the dress that Gamay helped her with and followed him back through the nest to her new workroom where her other mate was waiting. Her fingers nervously toyed with one of the flower-shaped embellishments sewn into the fabric. Technically the dress was the product of an entire team of Vahel who had worked on weaving and dying the cloth. They weren’t accustomed to making so much fabric as the females wore just enough to safely cover their breasts. Yet they had volunteered their help cheerfully, the chatter of the Vahel filling Alexandra’s evenings as they all worked together.

And each of them was likely waiting at their chosen site for the blessing ceremony, eager to bear witness to the departure of their first flight as mates. That part made her a little nervous.

“Is the flight part really necessary for the blessing ceremony?” she asked Quillen.

The male glanced back at her in surprise. “Of course. One is not officially mated among the Vahel until the female hasentrusted herself to her mates in a mating flight.” He chuffed softly. “We have wings, hithana. We were made to fly.”

“Okay, but I do not,” she pointed out. “I’m not going to be able to perform this like your fingers since I can’t fly.”

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