Page 67 of The Delver
Sighing, Callie waddled to her bag, cringing as more seed seeped from her. Her feet left wet tracks across the floor.
There’s no stopping it, Callie. Might as well accept it for what it is.
With a groan, she crouched and grabbed her bag, trying to ignore the liquid splattering beneath her. She rummaged through the bag until she found the large leaf-bound bundles at the bottom, drawing out two.
Her face was aflame when she rose and strode to Urkot, thrusting one of the bundles in front of his face. “Ta-da!”
He started before snapping his gaze to her. Silently, he took the offering, loosened the binding, and peeled back the leaves to reveal thick strips of dried meat inside. His mandibles twitched up and sank. Grasping her wrist, he placed the leaf-wrapped food atop her palm. “You eat.”
She held up the other bundle. “I have more. You eat this one.”
Urkot shook his head. “This food is for you.”
“But there’s?—”
He caught her chin in a firm grip. “No, Callie. This food is safe for you. But when it is gone because I ate it, what will you have? We cannot cook meat here, and you do not want worms. This must be yours.”
“I would eat worms if I had to,” she grumbled, inwardly shuddering at the thought.
“If I eat this meat, you will have to eat worms in much small time.”
“Ugh, fiiiiine.”
He leaned down and pressed his face against her neck, nuzzling it and scraping her skin with his mouth. Callie chuckled, warmth spreading through her at his playfulness. He drew in a deep breath.
“You smell good.” A low purr rumbled in his chest, and his tongue ran over the tender bite marks on her shoulder. “If I get too hungry, I will eat you.”
“Stop!” Laughing, Callie nudged him away with her elbow. “I probably stink. I’m covered in your cum.”
His mandibles rose high, and his eyes narrowed in delight. “Our smell is the most good smell.”
“Enjoy it for now, because it’ll be getting washed off soon.”
“I will cover you in my seed again.”
Callie’s core clenched at the thought of his cock filling her once more. She wanted to repeat what they’d shared again, and again, and again.
Of course, it would’ve been a lot nicer to experience it in the safety of Kaldarak rather than being trapped down here.
Stepping closer to him, Callie rose on her toes and kissed the underside of his jaw. “I’ll hold you to that. Now go get yourself food.”
Just as she was about to step away, he banded an arm around her middle and drew her against him. With her bare breastssquished to his chest, and his lower right hand clutching her ass, he dropped his mouth to hers in a rough kiss.
And Callie parted her lips, sweeping her tongue along the crease of his mouth, coaxing it open and inviting a much deeper, more intimate kiss. For a vrix who had never kissed before, he’d learned fast, letting his tongue twine around and stroke hers.
It ended too swiftly as he released her and stepped back, his legs thumping on the ground. He shook his head, and in a gruff voice, he said, “Eat.”
She chuckled as her gaze dropped to see the bulge of his slit, kept shut by the claspers pinching it closed.
He wanted her. Badly.
She’d never known what it felt like to be so wanted until him. Truly, unequivocally wanted. She felt it each time Urkot looked at her, his eyes burning with fierce yearning. It was as though he needed her more than he needed food, water, or air. As though she was the missing piece that made him whole.
You feel it too, don’t you?
Heart in her throat, Callie watched as Urkot tossed the blanket into the grotto, climbed down the ledge, and entered the water below.
I do.
