Page 10 of Nyanine's Divide

Chapter 7

Vahru

Returning home, I watch as Kari yawns and rubs at her eyes. She hasn’t been sleeping well, despite her protests that she does. I can feel her tossing and turning throughout the night, murmured words escaping her lips. This entire endeavor is plaguing her more so than any of her previous missions with me. Add on the bond and the fact that I can feel everything and hear many of her thoughts, I know this is driving her insane.

She’s much like namirii on the trail of an ngiri, never stopping until she succeeds in her hunt. She will continue pushing until she either dies trying or gets the answers she needs. I can’t let her die, that much is for certain, but if I hinder her processes, I risk hurting the entire mission. I don’t want that, either.

Deciding that caring for her in the traditional ways is the best way to help her for now, I quickly grab a blanket and scoop herinto my arms. Kicking open the back door, I tell her to let Kosiiba know, using their bond, we’ll be by the river as I tromp down the path.

“Why are we going to the river?” she asks, her body bouncing with my steps. Her arms cross over her chest as she cocks an eyebrow, staring up at me sternly.Sassy little warrior princess.

“You are going to relax, clear your mind, and get some real sleep tonight. You can’t function like this on limited sleep and a boggled mind. You need clarity. I’m going to make sure you get it because that’s my job as your mate and caretaker. I make sure you’re healthy, cared for, and resting when you need it.” I glance at her to give her a stern look before I focus on the path ahead of me. She’s not going to fight me on this, she knows as well as I do that she needs this.

Her lips pinch tightly as her eyes narrow on me for a long moment. I set her gently on her feet as we reach the fairy light jars, as she calls them, still strung in the trees from Valentine’s day. I lay out the blanket, lighting the candles, and gesture for her to come to me.

She huffs, sighing as she stomps over. I gently grab her shoulders and press, forcing her to drop to her knees, before I gently press her to lie on her stomach. Once she’s comfortable, I begin massaging her back, working out the kinks, and relaxing her one small section at a time. Despite her attempts to protest, she moans and relaxes beneath my hands, unable to fight the sensations it sends through her body.

“It’s so unfair, you have magic hands! How am I supposed to resist them, ooohh, right there.” Her head lifts to yell, only to drop back into the blanket, her shoulders finally dropping. Success.

“I have no magic, but I’ll take the compliment nonetheless. I just know what your body needs, even if you don’t.” I say that to make a point, but she knows it as well as I do, she’s simplyrefusing to acknowledge her own needs because she believes it’s for the sake of the greater good. But you can’t help others if you can’t help yourself, if you can’t function properly.

There’s silence for a long moment as I continue rubbing patterns across her back, the babbling of the river and the whispers of wind rustling the trees surrounding us our only companions. I take a deep breath, relishing in the crisp smell of fresh leaves and clean water. My own shoulders relax deeply as I exhale. This is why I couldn’t ever move into the city, despite my eagerness to learn more about the universe from the technology. Nothing relaxes me quite like being in the depths of nature with no outside stimuli. Just this quietness, this stillness, and the connection to the planet around you.

Kari rolls abruptly, startling me out of my reverie, and I sit back on my heels, my tail twitching behind me. Her chest lifts as she adjusts onto her back, the little tank top riding up to expose her belly button. I fight the urge to lick my lips as I watch her get comfortable, her hooded gaze lifting to meet mine as she smiles wryly.

“I know another spot that could use your magic hands. Fingers, more like, but whatever.” Her smile spreads as her eyes sparkle with mischief, and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“That was not the intention when I brought you out here, naughty princess. You’re meant to be relaxing and clearing your mind. Nature is perfect for that.”

“And so are orgasms.” She shrugs her shoulders, stating it so matter-of-factly that I laugh. Her bottom lip pops out as I sigh, her hand reaching out and grazing my thigh. “Come on. Nothing clears my head better than being physically incapable of thought as you remind me where I belong.”

I stare at her, warring with myself on whether or not this is a good idea. Giving in to her charms would be wonderful, but will it ruin the relaxing ambiance I attempted to create?

She rises, straddling my lap as I debate the right course of action, fighting my every instinct. “Now who’s thinking too much, huh?” she murmurs as she runs a hand across my cheek and into my hair, grabbing a fistful of it. Using that grasp, she tilts my head back, my lips parting as she lowers to meet me, her lush lips pressing to mine gently, teasing me into submission.

Groaning, my cock throbs beneath her, eager to be with his mate, and I lose all sense of control. “Fuck it,” I growl, grabbing her hips tightly as I lay her on her back, my body dropping atop hers as I devour her mouth as if she’s my first meal in over a hundred years. She moans and mewls, her hands sliding over my shoulders and back until they pull at my shirt, eager to remove it.

Sitting up, I toss my shirt aside as she rips at the ties on my pants. Standing, I quickly kick them off, stopping as I catch the look on her face. My gaze flits around, making sure we’re alone and she’s not surprised, but there’s not even an animal in sight. Her eyes lift to mine, her mouth parted in awe, as she sighs. “You’re so hot when you’re all worked up and ravenous. Your muscles bulge out, your chest heaves, stars, it’s so hot.”

Grinning evilly, I drop into a crouch and crawl over her, forcing her onto her back. My tail lashes above my back as I hold my balance on my toes and hands before dropping my knees so I can rip her clothes from her body. Her mouth opens, and I can hear the screeching from her mind before it reaches her lips. “Don’t even say it. I’ll rip off every piece of clothing you ever wear if I so choose, and you’ll deal with it. More can always be made. If not, then I’ll enjoy the sight of your naked body in my home for the rest of my days.”

She scoffs, her eyes rolling, but she can’t stop her lips from curling up in the corners. Despite her protests, she secretly loves this. She can’t hide the arousal that soars through our bond at my actions.

Dropping my head, I nip at her breasts and nipples, my right hand sliding down between her legs to make sure she’s plenty ready to take me. No matter how many times we have sex, I’m always careful to make sure she can handle it. She’s so small in comparison, the last thing I want is to harm her.

Moans and yeses slip from her lips as I tease her body, her core soaking my fingers as I bring her to orgasm. Slamming my fingers into her repeatedly, I work her into a squealing frenzy, her core clenching as she squirts all over me. I can’t help but grin in pride as she slumps beneath me, her eyes struggling to open.

“I love it when you soak me, Princess. Give me more.”

Her head shakes, but I ignore her and fuck her with my fingers, watching every little flex of her muscles, the way her eyes squeeze closed, the sounds that slip from her, the rise and fall of her chest as she pants. Once more, she squirts, the liquid bouncing off my hand and onto my body, soaking everything in its path.

“You’re perfect,” I mutter as I drop down onto her, sliding myself along her wet body as I kiss her neck and trail down the mark along her chest. She moans and pulls at me, her mind blank of all thoughts except one: me. All she can think about is me, taking me, loving me, the feel of our bodies together. She wasn’t kidding when she said it truly clears her mind. It’s the quietest it's been in days.

Sliding inside her, she sighs in relief, her fingers sinking into my long hair, pulling it aside as she scrapes her teeth over my bond mark. Growling, I pick up speed, pounding into her without mercy, but she claws and pulls at me, crying out for more. Her legs lift to my sides, her hips tilting to give me more access to her body, and I sink farther with each thrust, or so it seems. As she comes, squeezing me tightly, I finally barrel toward my own release, struggling to fight it back.

She comes again, her chest arching up into me as her nails scrape down my chest, and I grunt, not wanting this to end so quickly. But that’s when she says something that kills my control so completely that I’m a feral animal, unable to think of anything other than filling her until she leaks.

“Come on, Vahru, fill me up, put a baby in me!” she screams, her nails digging into my triceps as she grips my arms, her body squeezing mine tightly.

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