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I’d barely gone in a couple of centimeters before I had to stop. Eyes tightly closed, my jaw clenched, I once more battled the urge to come undone. The searing heat of her inner walls pressing against my highly erogenousganacshad me on the verge of spilling. Her tight sheath squeezed those sensitive bumps on the head of my cock, sending electric bolts of sheer pleasure coursing through my veins.
Considering my girth, I should have been the one easing her through the discomfort of my penetration. Instead, Linsea was the one cooing at me, caressing, and kissing me in a soothing and encouraging fashion as I struggled not to lose control. One centimeter at a time, I gradually inserted myself into the blissful haven of my female. Once fully sheathed, I nearly collapsed on top of my mate, my body trembling from the effort and overwhelming sensations setting my blood ablaze.
The smugness emanating from her pissed me off at the same time as it amused me. It was only fair that she should have me in a complete puddle after I’d already wrested two orgasms from her while denying her the possibility of reciprocating.
After what felt like a shameful eternity, I regained enough of my composure to start moving. Maker take me! Each stroke was driving me insane with bliss. As if the friction against myganacshadn’t been enough, the ringed ridges lining her inner walls stroked and squeezed me with each rocking motion.
I couldn’t even recall picking up the pace. One moment I was clenching my jaw not to spill my seed as I took my female with slow and careful thrusts. The next, I was pounding into her with reckless abandon.
Linsea was writhing beneath me, her hands feverishly roaming all over me as sighs of delight tumbled out of her throat. An inferno was raging inside me. I was burning from within, needing more, wanting more, even as my mind threatened to shatter. Nothing mattered anymore but the feel of my female’s soft body beneath me, her tight sheath around my cock, and her tender arms wrapped around me in a possessive and passionate hold. I wanted this to last forever, to lose myself in her and never return to the mortal world.
Linsea’s orgasm came at her with the speed, suddenness, and devastating strength of a tidal wave. I didn’t try to resist it as it also swept me away, her incommensurable pleasure crashing into me, compounding my own.
As one, we cried out. Her back arched over the bed, her wings spread even wider over the mattress, their tips stiff. I slammed myself home as I roared in ecstasy, my head thrown back, and my tail jerking up. My seed shot out of me in an almost painful flood, each spurt feeling like countless lightning bolts going off in my groin.
I felt faint, the room spinning around me, as my body instinctively resumed rocking in and out of my mate until my seed was spent. Still buried deep inside Linsea, I collapsed on top of her, tremors of bliss shaking me from head to talons. Half dazed, I rolled to the side, careful not to crush her right wingbefore drawing her on top of me. She was slightly trembling, her breathing labored as she slipped her arms around me, holding on as if out of fear I would vanish.
I cradled her in my arms, my body thrumming with infinite pleasure, my heart filled to bursting, and my mind enraptured in the divine song of our souls soaring in an endless crescendo. Linsea owned me... all of me. Whatever the future held for us… for me… this moment, right here, right now, made my lifetime of misery worth living.
Chapter 11
Kayog
For the billionth time, I questioned the wisdom of attending the conference. I desperately wanted to be in that man’s presence and hear his words to get a better sense of the threat he posed to the Syllens. I also needed to assess who his silent partners and allies were. Over the past three years, I had gotten increasingly involved in the protection of primitive worlds. In so doing, I discovered the identities of the secret puppet masters pulling the strings in the shadows by merely showing up at these types of events.
People could lie in the most convincing fashion and cover their trails perfectly. But their emotions didn’t lie. More than once, my abilities allowed me to anonymously expose those wealthy manipulators. The public backlash sufficed to either force them to pull out or to cancel the more harmful aspects of the policies they were pushing or financing. I hoped to accomplish something similar in this instance.
And yet, my sense of unease about the whole thing steadily grew all day. Even now as Linsea and I were flying towards theConvention Center, my stomach knotted with apprehension. I could have stayed home instead with my female, basking in her affection, and maybe even playing naughty with her again. It shamed me that I should still be so hungry for her considering how voracious I had been throughout the night, and once more less than half an hour ago.
My mate truly owned me in every way. I still couldn’t believe she was mine voluntarily despite how broken I was.
The pressure already building at the back of my head while we were still ten minutes away from the event made me seriously reconsider. The news warned of many protests happening all day in the capital city. A large, angry crowd marched through the streets and reached their rally point set at the entrance of the Convention Center thirty minutes before the meeting would begin.
I retrieved a dipramine from the secret compartment of my bracer and tossed it into my mouth. Although I still blocked Linsea from perceiving my emotions, she caught the gesture and immediately worried. I gave her a reassuring smile and plowed forward. Since we were almost there, it didn’t make sense to me for us to back out now. Anyway, I only needed a couple of minutes inside to get most of the answers I sought.
As we glided over the insane number of loud and angry people, I inwardly congratulated us for deciding to fly rather than ride a shuttle. The parking would have been a non-negligible distance away and required us to try to weave our way through the throngs. Instead, we shamelessly flew right to the entrance before landing near the guards. Two of them instantly converged towards us with belligerent expressions, their hands hovering a little too close to their blasters for comfort. Granted, their weapons were set to stun, but getting shot didn’t feature in my plans for the evening.
Before they could speak a word, my mate and I showed our attendees tickets. The guards immediately relaxed, further tension bleeding out of their shoulders after they scanned our tickets and confirmed their validity. With a stiff nod, they gestured for us to enter.
They didn’t have to tell us twice.
My head was already pounding something fierce as we climbed the medium flight of stairs into the immense building. It mixed the modern and industrial style that dominated the human cities on Mazeria. Ironically, just like the campus, it also included some elements of Syllen architecture with giant faces carved into some of the walls and large columns that had an organic shape vaguely reminiscent of a tree.
To my dismay, as soon as we passed the door, half a dozen guards further slowed our progress into the venue with heavy security checks, including scans, patting down people, and even peering into their purses or bags. By the time we crossed the long corridor into the main hall, I acknowledged that coming here had been a huge mistake. Vicious needles pricked the back of my eyes, while my brain seemed determined to push its way out of my skull.
Multiple holocards sat on a large table near the entrance of the diamond-shaped room. They served as information packets for the attendees. I grabbed one and shoved it into the pouch hanging diagonally across my chest to carry personal items then turned to look at my mate. She didn’t need me to speak to know the deal. From the moment we began our descent, her concerned emotions for me had increased exponentially.
“Okay, this had been a bad idea,” I said, the pain I felt seeping into my voice despite my best effort.
“Go home, Kayog. I can stay and record the conference and bring it to you,” Linsea offered.
“Recording is not allowed,” I argued.
She gave me a look that screamed ‘Do I look like I care?’ before caressing my cheek.
“First, they need to catch me. And second, if they do and give me a hard time, I’ll just pretend I didn’t know better. By then, I will still have streamed most of it for you,” she said with a mulish expression.
Under different circumstances, I would have laughed and probably even kissed her. But my stomach was starting to churn with pain-induced nausea. I didn’t know what expression my mate saw on my face, but this time, she almost looked scared for me.
