Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
As if I want to leave this moment, ever. I am fully her creature, my mind controlled by her light touches and heady kisses. Vivi’s mouth is on me again, and then she takes me in her grasp and tugs. Her hand tightens as she begins a slow stroking rhythm, pulling on my cock similar to the way I work it when I jerk off, but far more gentle.
I think I can come like this anyhow. Just the fact that it is her hand makes me harder than anything. I rock my hips in time with her hand, my lips playing against hers. “Talk more. I like it when you talk.”
Her mouth curves in a sweet smile and she presses another kiss to my lips. “What kind of talk?”
“I like it when you are fierce and demanding.” Nothing gets me more aroused than seeing her fiery determination. If she snarled at me I might come in an instant.
To my surprise, she leans closer, not quite touching me, and then whispers even as her hand works my cock. “You’re not going to get my pussy until you earn it, Skarr.”
My breath hitches. Kef me.
“Just because resonance says we’re together doesn’t mean I have to just bend over and do whatever you say. If you want me as your mate, you have to show me that I’m your partner. You have to impress me.” Her words are firm. “That means hunting together and working together like equals. But since it’s cold outside, I’ll go easy on you. You’re going to let me play with your cocks—both of them. You’re going to let me work you until I’m done with you, and then you’re going to lick my pussy again.”
Oh kef, I’m going to come. I make a ragged noise, my hips jerking frantically.
“In fact,” my female says in a soft, low voice as she runs her hand over the head of my cock and teases the wetness beading there down my shaft. “I think we’re going to stay in this hut all day. I’m going to learn your body, and you’re going to learn mine, but we’re not going to fuck.”
I groan. “No?”
“No. You’ll know when I decide.”
“You…want to sit on my face?” I ask, breathless and utterly entranced. She’s magnificent like this.
“Maybe I will. You don’t get to decide it. I do.” And she bites my earlobe.
Everything explodes. My release boils over and I clutch her tight to me, growling as she works my primary cock. The climax rolls through me, sharper than it has ever been, and the khui in my chest sings so loud it drowns out everything else.
Her hand, wet with my release, moves to my secondary cock, and she begins to stroke it as well. There is no moment to catch my breath, no moment to recover, and within a matter of moments, I am boiling over anew, coming hard as she works and squeezes my cocks, milking every drop of my release. All the while, her naughty tongue does obscene things to my ear.
When my muscles finally uncoil, my spent cocks begin their slow retreat back into my body. She kisses me again, lingering on my lips. “Breakfast is almost ready. Hope you’re hungry.”
She says it so casually, as if she has not completely remade me in the last few moments. As if I am not, even now, struggling to catch my breath, to think coherently. All I can think about is a future with Vivi at my side.
Vivi touching me.
Vivi demanding I pleasure her as she rides my face.
I…might be the happiest gladiator alive.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
VIVI
All right, so two cocks isn’t as weird as I initially thought it would be. I’m a little embarrassed that drunken-me ran away the first time. Yes, he does have two cocks, but they both feel normal, the delicate skin over the hard shaft and a bulbous head, just like a regular cock. The only weird thing other than the number is that he doesn’t have balls to play with, but I figure two cocks would keep my hands full anyhow.
We clean up after breakfast, and I warm some water so we can wash. It cools down almost right away, and I hate to hand it over to Skarr. I’m still worried that the temperature here on this planet might be too much for him, but there’s nowhere else for us to go.
Strange that I’m thinking “us” now. Strange also that I don’t hate it.
Skarr pulls the slit in his groin carefully apart, pushing to have his cocks extrude again so he can clean them off. I watch him out of the corner of my eye, fascinated at the unusual workings of his body. His cocks are flushed a deeper shade of green than the rest of him, but they’re…rather pretty. They’re not insanely veiny or fat, just thick and smooth and pleasant, with no wrinkled nutsack dangling underneath. It actually looks…tidy. I decide I like it.