Page 21 of Zylonn's Human Bride
“Ah, you did, and I must confess I have enjoyed breaking you in.” He reached underneath her to squeeze her bottom.
She peered at him, suddenly breathless and aching, despite the seriousness of what had happened upstairs. The sorrow that had befallen her when she feared she might die, when the images of the life she would never live flashed in her mind, returned and left her needing to reassure herself that she was still very much alive. She leaned up to press her lips to Zylonn’s, and he grasped her face in his hands and growled, kissing her back with the same urgency.
After a while, he withdrew from her mouth without warning and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back. “You’re my mate, little human. My sweet bride. I will never let anyone hurt you. I swear on the Gods.” He released her hair and stood up to unfasten his pants, pinning her with a feral look that made her flush all over. He gave a command for the clear walls of the patio to darken, leaving the walls black all around except for directly overhead, where the sun still shined down upon them, affording them complete privacy. Her heart raced as she realized his intent.
She rose up, slipped her panties off, and started to remove her dress, but he turned her around, pushing her dress up to her waist and then forcing her to kneel on the loveseat. He guided her to bend over the back of it, the position leaving her bottom jutted up, her thighs spread, and her center oh so vulnerable to his ministrations. He plunged two thick fingers in and out of her pussy, and she clutched onto the sofa as the pleasure built and built, a blissful quickening of sensation that left her panting and spiraling closer to the abyss of her release. But just before the wave of ecstasy could crash over her, he pulled his digits from her core and replaced them with his cock. She shuddered and arched her ass, eager to meet his entrance.
“I need to be inside you right now,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice. “I want you just like this—bent over with your pussy offered up to me, wet and aching to be filled up by your mate, your master.”
He surged inside her, the force of his entry taking her breath away.
* * *
Zylonn poundedinto her like a man possessed. He gripped her hips and plunged deeper, faster, the urge to claim her thoroughly and fill her with his seed dominating his every thought. He hadn’t entered the patio with the intent to fuck her, but when he’d detected her arousal and sensed her desire to be taken, it had been as if a beast had awoken inside him.
He slowed his strokes and spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing her secret pucker. He traced a finger over her asshole, enjoying the sight of it clenching at his touch. As she whimpered, he increased the pressure on her tight pucker, until the tip of his finger finally entered her.
“Master, please. You-you’re embarrassing me.”
She gasped and clamped down around his digit, and all the while he maintained a slow thrust in and out of her pussy. He didn’t understand why she was protesting, as he touched her asshole almost every day. He told her as much, and she confessed to always feeling ashamed when he touched her most private hold.
“You ought to be embarrassed,” he said teasingly, adding a second finger to her ass. “You ought to be deeply ashamed at how wet you are becoming, with both your holes filled up at the same time. Naughty, naughty little human.” Once he had both digits seated deep in her ass, he commenced pounding into her pussy as hard as he had earlier.
“Master, please.” Her voice came as a soft whimper, drifting over the noise of flesh slapping against flesh, but he didn’t think she was begging him to stop. No, she was pleading for him to fuck her harder and make her come.
With each drive of his cock into her tight, wet channel, his scrotum impacted upon her clit, and it wasn’t long before she cried out her release, gyrating back against him as her knuckles turned white while she clutched onto the sofa.
“Master,” she breathed, her tone one of dreamy satisfaction.
Slowly, he withdrew his digits from her ass, once again enjoying the erotic sight of her pucker clenching and unclenching. Ah, one day soon he would fuck her ass. With this thought in mind, he grabbed her hips and slammed his hard length into her, again and again, his desire swelling with each delicious plunge into her tightness, until at last he came with a thunderous roar, his seed spurting deep into her womanly core. When he pulled out of her pussy, a trickle of his essence ran down her inner thigh, milky white against her pale flesh, a mark of his ownership.
He sat on the sofa and drew her into his arms. Second best to claiming her was cradling her against his chest and running his hands through her hair. Gods, she was delicate, but she was strong. She hadn’t broken down weeping after her ordeal with Hethron, though he wouldn’t have thought any less of her if she had. He thought she would make a fine mother one day, and he absently caressed her stomach, wondering how long it would be until she was with child.
She cupped the side of his face and stared at him for the longest while, her expression one of urgency, as if she had something important to say. But he wouldn’t rush her. Whatever it was, he would be patient and allow her to confess it on her own time. However, what she said next surprised him and shook him to his very core.
“Thank you for saving me, Master. I-I worried that I might die, and then I saw the life I would have missed with you in my mind, flashing as if the events had already come to pass. Resting in your arms as we watched another sunrise. Our first baby. Then many more children. It broke my heart to think none of those events would come to pass. I-I realized in that instant, that I am growing to care for you, even though I fought it at first. I-I am glad that you were chosen as my mate. I cannot imagine being mated to another, Master. I feel as if my heart didn’t truly start beating until I met you.”
Gods, what could he say to that? She’d laid her soul bare before his, and for a moment, his throat burned with so much emotion that he couldn’t utter a single word, let alone a coherent sentence. Finally, he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“I have grown to care for you, as well, my sweet human. In fact, I’ve grown to love you, Nova.” He’d been waiting for the right moment to confess his true feelings to her, and it seemed the proper time had finally come.
“Oh, Zylonn.” She sniffled. “I love you, too.”
“We will make all those memories, and more. I promise. Now come here. I intend to claim you, but slowly this time.”
And so he did.
He kissed her all over, worshipping every little part of her body, until the sun set and the moons rose high over the distant mountain peaks, until finally, they collapsed breathlessly into one another’s arms.
Epilogue
Five weeks later…
Nova bustled around the house,straightening up after a pleasant morning spent having tea with Meris. She finished cleaning the kitchen, got her supplies organized to cook dinner later, and then ventured toward the stairs, intending to make the bed next. But a noise near the door caught her attention and she spun around, her heart pouding. Weeks had passed since her encounter with Hethron, but she was still jumpy from time to time whenever she heard a sudden noise.
Thankfully, it was just Zylonn.
He entered the house and strode toward her with open arms. She met him halfway and snuggled into his embrace.
