Page 47 of Song For His Siren
"What is this place?"
"This is where we will stay until we've had enough of each other."
"Well then, my mate," she said as she turned with a sultry gaze. "We may just stay here forever, because I don't think I will ever have enough of you."
With that, all the blood rushed to his cock. The need to rut threatened to overtake him, but there were still a few steps they had to do first.
"Come, my pet. Let's go to the bath. I’ll wash you before we complete the bond."
He led her further into the den. Around the corner, they came to a large group of rocks that butted up against the heated springs deep in the mountains. The steam from the water warmed him as they entered the space fully.
"What is this place?"
"It is part of the springs here in the mountains. The mating dens were made around the smaller ones, so we each have our own private bath. That way, the couple can stay as long as they like."
"You keep saying that. How long do people usually stay here?"
"It all depends. Some couples stay for a full moon cycle, others stay many more. My mother once told me of a mated couple who came out with a baby."
"Wait, what? Like they were in here the whole pregnancy?"
He just nodded at her as he pushed her hair over her shoulder. He couldn't wait anymore. He could answer questions while undressing her.
"How long can you stay down here?" she asked while he began to undo the stays of her dress.
"As long as we need," he said as her dress pooled at her feet and she was before him in only her shift dress.
"You don't need to get back..." she said, her breath turning into little pants. "Ya know... to lead your people... or whatever."
Her pupils were dark, her nipples pebbled, and the smell of her arousal filled the air. "No. The magic is returning, and my brother and sister are perfectly capable of watching over things in my absence. Now," he said as he began to remove his clothes, "let us rid ourselves of these clothes and not put them back on for a very long time." By now, he was naked before her, precumleaking from the fat head of his cock. He reached for her, pulling her close. "A very,verylong time."
He would never tire of his mate's naked body, the hills and valleys of all her lush softness. He couldn't wait to fully claim her and then spend days lost in her. But first, he would bathe her, take care of her. He sat on the rock and slid into the water. Taking his hand, she slipped into the pool next to him.
She was on the rock ledge with her breasts just barely covered. Bending his head, he kissed her and let his hands caress those soft mounds as he rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb, and she whimpered.
Taking the sponge from the side of the stone, he got it soapy and began to wash her. He knew she had to be tired and dirty from their journey. He wanted to relax her; he knew she would have to be relaxed to take his knot. He wouldn't lie, he understood her trepidation about it fitting. It didn’t seem possible, but he knew it would because he knew she was made for him. At that thought, his cock twitched; it seemed to know she was made for him as well.
Before long, the sponge was discarded, and he was running his hands along the soft curves of her body. As he came to the apex of her thighs, she shifted, opening to him, and he slipped a finger between her wet folds.
She gasped as his fingers slid in, and she moaned as they slipped up and began to circle her clit. Her legs fell apart, and he slipped a finger inside her warm cunt. His lips found hers as another moan left her in a sigh.
"Please, Khuldruk. I need more."
That was the first time she had used his full name in an intimate moment, and he was done for. He needed the tight walls of her cunt pulsing around his fingers before they pulsed around his cock. He slipped in another finger and began to stretch her as his thumb rubbed circles on her clit.
"Yes," she moaned.
He trailed kisses down her neck as he worked her. Her breaths turned into little pants, and he slipped in another finger into her tight wetness. Her head fell back on a moan, and he slid off the rock, kneeling before her, his mouth still trailing kisses down her neck and chest until he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. At that, she broke, and he worked her through each pulse.
He couldn't help but look at her. She was beautiful lying there, sated and panting, the edges of her hair curled from the humidity of the bath. He could watch her like this forever, but he was hoping before long to claim her. His balls ached, heavy and full, just at the thought of finally claiming her.
He laid her back and began to wash her hair. She trusted him more than she had any right to, and he wouldn't squander that trust.
"When we do decide to leave this place, what will we do?" she asked.
"We shall do as we please. I’ll have duties as chief, and you shall lead beside me, but we'll still have time to pursue what we choose... and each other," he said, nuzzling her neck as he rinsed her hair. "Are you ready to get out?"
She gave a small nod. He picked her up out of the water and smiled at the little squeak of surprise she gave.
