Page 21 of Drengr
There was no doubt what she believed it would result in. She didn't think I truly was Errik's mate.
I pulled all the resolve I had around me like armour and reached for the goblet. "I will do it."
Four aliens came scuffling, carrying a huge mattress. At least we didn't have to do it on the bare floor. How kind of them.
The aliens all retreated to the edge of the room, purple horn-lady included. The little green being who'd brought me my drink gave me something like a smile - or it may have been a toothy threat - and hurried off. Njal was whispering with Errik, while Rune glared at anyone who looked at the Vikingar trio. Several yards separated me from my mate, but if I joined him now, I might end up going against the Trial's rules. So I slowly raised the cup and took the first sip. The liquid was thick, gooey almost, and overly sweet. I couldn't taste anything else than overwhelming sugariness, but maybe that was a good thing. Who knew what they'd put into that goblet.
As soon as I swallowed the last drop, a violent shiver raced over my skin, and it had nothing to do with the air temperature. Compared to the shuttle, it was actually quite warm in here. Another shudder brought me to my knees. It wasn't pain as such, just a strange muscle spasm that stopped me from controlling my own body. Wave upon wave crashed over me until I was curled up on the floor, my limbs twitching, my eyelids flickering uncontrollably. I was dimly aware of Errik calling my name, but I couldn't respond, couldn't even look up.
After the shivers came the heat. Fire licked my skin, too hot, everything was too hot. I clawed at my clothes, ripping off the blouse, fumbling with the rest, but then cool hands covered mine, holding me tightly as I burned, shaking with need. He carried me to the mattress and gently laid me onto the soft surface.
I clenched my thighs together as the fire moved into my core. It needed to be quenched and only one person could do that for me. I moaned softly, unable to voice my need.
"I'm here," Errik whispered softly. "I've got you."
I clung to him, my bare skin pressed against his, but it wasn't nearly enough. Blindly, I fumbled with his trousers, but my vision was fuzzy and my hands were shaking.
"Let me, mate." He held my hands with one of his, while with his other he opened the knots that held his trousers in place. They stayed up, held aloft by his erection, a tent of epic proportions. When he finally freed his cock, the heat in me rose to an inferno. My mouth watered and there was only one thing on my mind. I had to taste him.
For a short, clear moment, I was aware that we were being watched, that there were hundreds of aliens witnessing this, but then the burning need took over again and I couldn't think anymore. I took his cock into my mouth, licking, sucking, swirling my tongue around him. Errik groaned with the same furious need that was burning through my veins. He stroked my hair, my shoulders, his touch anchoring me while my focus was fully on his cock, on tasting him, on feeling him with all my senses. At one point, he tried to move me, but I wasn't done yet. I needed more of him.
My pussy throbbed, wetness soaking my panties. I needed to get out of my clothes, but first, I wanted to get a proper taste of my mate.
"I cannot hold back much longer," Errik breathed, his husky voice stoking the flames.
Was that a problem? I didn't see one. I wanted to drink his essence. So I continued, massaging his four balls - it barely registered as something special - while taking his cock as deeply as I could. His fingers tightened around my head, supporting my movement, forcing me to stay in place just a second longer than I would have otherwise. I loved every moment of it, breathless as I was, desperate with need.
And then he came, erupted into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, then lapped up any drops running down his still-hard cock like an addict. That's what I was. Addicted to my mate, to his taste. The fire flickered, satisfied for a moment, but I knew it wasn't over yet. There was only one way the flames could be quenched.
I sat up, my vision clearing enough for Errik to be in focus. His lips were parted, his forehead shiny with a sheen of sweat. And his eyes... they were whirlpools of desire.
"Help me," I whispered as a new wave of desperate need crashed over me.
"What can I do?"
"Get me out of these clothes."
He wasn't gentle. He ripped my linen trousers, pulled off my shoes, tore my panties in half, while my bra met a similarly final end. Then I was naked, cradled in his arms, touching as much of his bare skin as I could.I breathed in his scent, letting it push the fire from my lungs. His lips found mine. Our kiss was ravenous, a violent claiming that left me panting for more. His teeth once again grazed my bottom lip, drawing a single drop of blood that mixed with his salty taste. I thrust my tongue into his mouth only to be met by a warrior used to defending his territory. We fought for dominance, claiming each other, a battle of wills. His hands roamed over my naked back, then further down, until he cupped my arse. I jerked my hips forward in response, an invitation, no, a challenge.
"Mate," he groaned into our kiss, stoking my flames further.
I was burning for him. Needed to find relief.
Realising what I craved, he broke the kiss and lifted me from his lap. I ended up on my front, his hands on my hips, pushing my arse up. He kneeled over me, legs on either side. He was going to take me from behind. I turned my head, wanting to protest that I wanted to look into his eyes while he claimed me, but then I remembered that there were aliens all around us, watching, probably getting off on this. Errik was aware of that; his furrowed brow said so. This was his way of giving me privacy. I could pretend it was only us by facing the mattress.
With one loving glance at my mate, I closed my eyes and buried my face in the soft mattress. He ran a finger along my slit, probing for my entrance, then entering me gently. I was so wet that there was no resistance. His other hand massaged my arse, kneading my burning flesh with both care and forceful dominance. I was his and he was mine.
When his hard cock pushed against my entrance, I forgot to breathe. But then he entered me in one confident stroke and I screamed, not from pain but from bliss at finally feeling him inside me. He filled me perfectly, reaching all the way to that special spot that would bring me the relief I craved. He waited a moment for me to adjust to his girth, then his hands tightened around my hips and he fucked me.
Oh my stars!
I moaned his name, screamed, gasped, made sounds I didn't think possible. My hands clawed at the mattress, looking for something to hold on to. Errik must have seen my frantic searching, for he leaned forward, covering my hands with his, turning them until our fingers clasped together. He kept his weight off me despite his bulk, continuing to pound into me at a pace that proved he was no human. He could move faster than I could even see and right now, he was doing just that, fucking me so fast my senses couldn't keep up. Every time he pushed into my slick depths, something hard pressed between my arse cheeks, vibrating softly, something above his cock. Earlier, I'd been too dazed to pay full attention to his alien anatomy, but now I wished I knew what exactly was giving that extra stimulation.
The climax surprised me as I suddenly contracted all around him, gasping my release. I rode the wave that didn't seem to have an end, and even while I was still panting, he rotated us so that he was on his back and I was on top of him. I didn't know how he managed to twist me, but somehow, I ended up facing him, his cock still embedded in my aching pussy. My breasts hung heavy, my nipples ached to be touched. As if he'd read my thoughts, he rose from the mattress until his lips clamped around my nipple, sucking hard. We were now on full display to anyone watching, but I didn't care. Neither did Errik. We were lost in each other. The outside world ceased to exist.
The vibrating hard thing now touched my clit. Fuck. It pulsed in a steady rhythm, driving me ever closer to another climax. Errik did crazy things to my nipples, his tongue swirling around it at such a rapid speed that it felt like a second vibration. And still, Errik's cock was in me, that feeling of being utterly stretched enough to satisfy the fire that hadn't been quenched by a first orgasm. I knew I needed Errik to come in me. Since he'd stopped thrusting, I took the lead, riding him. His hands on my hips kept me steady as I claimed my mate, bringing us both to a mind-blowing climax that had us both screaming. The vibrating thing on my clit didn't stop, pushing me on, making me come a third time when I hadn't even recovered my breath. And through it all, I stared into Errik's sea-blue eyes, bathing in the love I saw there.
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