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“I can’t wait. I’ve met his mother tree and visited the land many times. I look forward to being one with them. But this day is all about your happiness. And right now, I believe it is time for you to go be naughty.”
“Tala!” I exclaimed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, which had her laughing in the most unrepented fashion.
“I only speak the truth. It is naughty time for the both of you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows in a raunchy fashion.
To my dismay, her words immediately had me aroused. And our bond instantly alerted Kayog to my needs. He jerked his head in our direction, and our eyes meeting felt like a physical blow. My talons curled, and my stomach fluttered.
He smiled and extended a hand towards me.
“Have fun,” Tala whispered as I walked to my mate.
I took his hand, and our friends and family gave us a final parting hug, words unnecessary.
Hand in hand, Kayog and I took flight. He lifted gracefully, his maroon feathers caressed by the soft glow of the moonlight.
We soared through the sky, twirling and spiraling in an unrehearsed aerial ballet. We danced to the melody of our souls and the rhythm of our hearts beating in perfect harmony. I always wondered what my nuptial flight would feel like. Never could I have imagined being so completely in sync with anyone.
Lost in my mate, I didn’t realize how far he had taken us away from prying eyes. Below us, a lush forest gave way to a large body of water. The moonlight on its surface made it glimmer like an ocean of precious gems. But Kayog drawing me close against his body wiped out any thoughts of our surroundings.
I instinctively adjusted the flapping of my wings to his as he claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over me with growing urgency, caressing and exploring with a possessiveness that had me throbbing with need. He pulled away from me to rub his face the length of my body. I flapped my wings just enough to hover in place. His hand probing the closed seam between my thighs prompted me to part it open. My mate sank in two fingers inside my slit, wresting a strangled cry from me.
It destabilized me for a split second, but I quickly readjusted my movements to remain semi-stationary. The nuptial flight could prove challenging, but also helped cement the fresh bond, forcing us to really become attuned to each other. And the thrill and hint of danger that came with it was the biggest turn on.
A bolt of lust exploded in the pit of my stomach when Kayog let himself drop enough so that he was facing my pelvic area. I yelped when he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, while still fingering me with the other hand. It was a risky move, as my foot could have knocked on his wing. His mouth replaced his fingers,making me cry out as he deftly settled my other leg over his right shoulder. I held onto his head, an inferno raging inside me as his tongue delved greedily into my core.
Kayog maintained us airborne with slow, controlled, and powerful flaps of his wings. I barely used mine, except to adjust our vertical position as he continued to devour me. Pleasure built quickly, enhanced by the emotions flowing freely through our connection. His arousal might as well be mine. I could also feel the burning need in his loins to lower me onto his cock and fuck me senseless.
I couldn’t say if that thought or his response to how my own musings affected me, but it sent me over the edge. I cried out and threw my head back as my climax crashed into me. The sudden movement sent me toppling over. It should have scared me, but the smug and victorious emotions emanating from Kayog kept me riding high.
He caught me with a swift swoop and pulled me close as the wind whistled past us. The world spun around us as he resumed his aerial dance, heart against heart, the flowy feathers of his tail caressing my legs with each tumble.
Just as I was regaining my bearings, I felt him extrude. He didn’t have to speak or nudge me in any way for me to wrap my legs around his waist. We locked eyes, and a silent communication passed between us. Holding on to his shoulder with my left arm, I slipped my free hand between us and gave his cock a couple of strokes. Maker, his pleasure blasted into me with such strength I nearly came undone again. I loved how his silver eyes darkened with lust, their intensity sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
I aligned his cock with my opening and lowered myself onto it even as he thrust upward. Fuck! He felt even thicker than usual, despite how wet and relaxed he had gotten me. Kayog swallowed my moans in a voracious kiss as he began to pumpinto me. Each stroke drove me insane with bliss. The swirly ridges of his shaft always procured me with the most delightful sensations. But it was hisganacs—the wicked bumps on the head of his cock that did a number on me.
They were designed to stimulate the erogenous nerve endings in a Temern females inner walls. However, they were also extremely sensitive for males. And right now, each time they rubbed against me, they sent electric sparks of ecstasy through Kayog, and straight back to me through our bond. The sensory overload had me screaming in no time as another brutal orgasm swept me away.
The world below vanished as we physically became one, soaring through the starry ocean of the night sky. My entire body was shaking, burning from within as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over me. I felt on the verge of combusting, the wind whipping past us preventing me from bursting into flames.
Through his own bliss, Kayog relentlessly pounded into me, wresting one orgasm after the other from me until I felt on the verge of breaking. More than once, Kayog nearly joined his voice to mine, but with a near godly level of self-control, he managed to pull back from the edge to continue wrecking me.
And at last, after he claimed the fifth or sixth climax from me—I had lost count—Kayog surrendered to his own release. His pleasure struck me with such violence, a bright light blinded me, and my brain froze. Time stood still. For a moment, I wondered if I’d been knocked right out of my body, until my skin began to tingle. His seed erupted in me, bathing my battered insides as he continued to pump in and out of me until he was fully spent.
He reclaimed my mouth, our tongues mingling in a shared breath as sparks of ecstasy went off each of my nerve endings. It was sweet and tender, stripped of the almost rabid passion that had burnt so brightly between us. It was a promise, a pledge, a seal to the unbreakable bond between us. Wrapped in a cocoonof love and devotion, linked bodies and souls, we glided toward the horizon, towards a future of endless possibilities.
Chapter 20
Kayog
Ientered the large gathering hall where the Galactic Trade Symposium was taking place. Important people, high-ranking politicians, business owners, traders, lobbyists, and every other type of people involved in any form of commerce milled about this room, and the adjoining art gallery. As part of the event, visual artists from the attending countries had been invited to display their best pieces in this exclusive art exhibition.
No word could describe just how much I felt out of my depth here. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the knowledge and competence to converse with these people. I simply struggled to justify my presence and how it would benefit anyone. Sure, I understood that Colin wanted me to establish a rapport with as many people as possible who had any type of sway over the governments and ruling bodies of various species. But as a matchmaker, how did you even strike that initial conversation?
If not for my beautiful wife by my side—fuck how I loved calling her that—I probably would have made a beeline forone of the tables laden with fancy amuse-bouche and prefilled glasses of various wines. I wasn’t hungry or thirsty. In fact, I usually avoided eating at those events as they always offered foods from different worlds. Unless you knew exactly who had prepared them and how, it was wise not to get too bold unless you were willing to spend the rest of the evening feeling like your stomach was trying to carve its way out of your belly. But eating and drinking would give me something to do—or rather an excuse to avoid talking to people.
Sensing my unease, Linsea squeezed my hand in a reassuring fashion. The wave of love she channeled through our bond appeased me in a way that couldn’t be described. I squeezed her hand back, gratitude filling my heart. It annoyed me that I should be so needy and insecure when I should instead do my best to make her shine and help people realize what a fabulous ambassador she would soon become.
Instead of going to interact with the people she knew or was expected to make contact with, Linsea led me to the gallery. I understood perfectly that she had done it to give me an opportunity to relax further before jumping into socializing. Maker, how I loved this female. Being used to the public, I didn’t doubt my ability to quickly adapt. But I still welcomed this extra reprieve, which also allowed me to do a surface scan of the attendees’ emotions. It was an incommensurable tool that helped me adjust the way I would approach each individual based on the energy they projected.
