Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” she whispered, and he guffawed.
“Listen, rosebud, I’m the one worried about hurting you. Aren’t you a virgin?”
She bit her lip and blushed. He was being so careful with her, but she had needs and wanted him so very badly.
“Yes, I have never been with a male, but where I am from, females learn the art of sex through pleasure pods,” she confessed.
“Pleasure pods?”
“Yes.”
Her blush brightened, the pink so enticing as she trembled under his gaze. Heliodore moved them, swapping places with her, so she sat astride his hips. She loved the feel of him, hot, heavy, hard beneath her.
His rippling muscles were fodder for her hungry eyes, hands, and mouth. Daeja had never expected such a sublime male to submit to her, and yet, here he was. Her arousal piqued, she accepted his tongue into her mouth.
Daeja moaned when his fingers found her breasts, kneading the soft flesh there and pinching her hardened nipples.
Frek, that felt good. Heliodore dropped biting kisses along her jaw and neck to her earlobe.
“Show me what you learned in your pleasure pods, rosebud,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
“What?” she asked, gasping as she slid her slickened sex along his hard length.
Frek, he was huge! How was that even going to fit?
“I want you to show me what you learned.”
The look on his face said it might kill him, but he brought his hands up, locking them firmly behind his head. As if he’d made a silent vow not to touch her until she had filled her curiosity.
Yes, Daeja wanted his hands on her heated flesh, but this was a very interesting proposal.
She wanted him to take his shaft and bury deep inside her, to soothe the ache that had begun when she first saw him standing in the clinic.
She growled and kissed his lips, the tips of her breasts rubbing on his unclothed chest. The sensation sent tendrils of pleasure through her, urging her to do more.
Daeja whimpered, finding her confidence. She rocked on top of him, sliding her sex along his hard cock. Tendrils of pleasure spiraled through her body, and she knew she must have done that right, because her revolko groaned and sucked in a breath.
A novice she might be, but some things were just nature. His eyes were locked on her hairless sex, and she sat back further, allowing him to look his fill while she ran her nails up and down his chest and abs while she slid along his steel-hard cock.
Heliodore closed his eyes and flexed his hips, sending waves of pleasure zipping through her veins. She could only imagine he felt it, too. Delicious sensations rippled through her, and she wanted more, so much more.
She leaned forward, pressing her nipples to his chest. Clenching his jaw, Dor watched Daeja as she touched and licked him, sucking his nipple, and dropping gentle bites along his skin.
Sitting up again, she lifted her arms and thrust her breasts forward. She wanted his hands on her. The scent of his arousal was thick in the air. Hot and heady, making her mouth water with wanting.
“In the pods, we are taught that light, teasing touches, are best for kindling passion,” she whispered.
Catching her lower lip between her teeth as she brushed her fingertips over her own face, neck, and throat.
“Females go into a period of heat after they have met their mates. That is when they are most fertile. I believe mine started the second I saw your yellow eyes, revolko.”
“What does that mean?” he growled the question as her teasing hands tormented her own flesh with their painfully slow exploration.
“Revolko? It is what a mated Drakein female calls her male.”
“And what would I call you?”
“You would call me your kevola.”
“Kevola,” he growled when her hands would have stilled. “Don’t stop now, kevola. I want to see all you learned.”
Daeja whimpered. Heat seeped from her core, coating his staff in her juices. Yes, she liked her body’s response when he told her what he wanted.
She hoped he would not stop, else she might not have the courage to continue. Only his whispered praises and instructions allowed her to shed her shyness.
“That’s good, rosebud. Show me how you like it. Where you want me to touch you.”
She nodded and made small, delicate circles across her pale skin, hypnotized by his glowing yellow eyes as they watched her methodically. She whimpered and gasped, surprised by the sound that escaped her parted lips.
Her breasts were large and round, maybe big enough to fill even his hands. She could not wait to find out, she supposed. Just the thought encouraged more moisture to ready her sex.
“Play with your nipples, squeeze them,” he instructed, licking his lips as she obeyed.
First, grazing the puckered nubbins with her palms, then squeezing and rolling them between her fingers. Daeja’s head hung back as she plucked and tormented the two of them with the erotic display.
“What else? Where else do you want me?”
“Heliodore,” she moaned as her hands ghosted over her skin, down her belly to her hips, and thighs.
“I have learned the pleasure of touching myself here,” she confessed, brushing the small bud that peaked from her sex folds.
His intake of air was louder now, and she felt his control was near to snapping.
Good, she thought. Finally.
Daeja leaned back, granting him an unobstructed view of her glistening pink lips. Her sex was wet and swollen with evidence of her arousal. Not that he needed to see her nectar in order to scent her need.
No, his Drakein, er Wyvern, would be able to do that from a distance. At least, that was her understanding.
“Want you here, revolko,” she whimpered and stroked herself, pretending it was his long fingers that parted her smooth, silken skin.
Frek, it was the sweetest sensation, and yet it was not enough. She ached for him to delve between her lips with his tongue, fingers, and cock.
Yes, please, yes.
“Do you know how fucking sweet you look? What a vision you are, rosebud? So pretty, so pink, my kevola,” he growled, and her eyes homed in on his.
“Your skin is glowing like an effervescent blush. I can see your scales winking in and out while you find your pleasure my otherworldly mate. Yes, do that again. Lean back, I want to see you part those plump pussy lips.”
“Pussy?”
“That’s right. That is what we call a female’s sex. And I am laying claim to that one, right there. That’s my pussy, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Please,” she begged.
“Keep touching yourself. Wanna see you come for me.”
“Heliodore,” she whimpered, but did as he instructed.
She was helpless to do otherwise. Frek, she didn’t want to do anything else. Faster and harder, she circled her pussy.
“Close, so close,” she mewled.
“Good girl,” his deep voice washed over her. “I want you to stroke a long finger along the seam there. That’s right, now rub it around in your cream. Very good girl. Is it nice and slick, kevola? Is that pink pussy ready for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, using her wet finger to explore her needy sex.
Once she found her nubbin again, Daeja rubbed a soft whisper of a circle around it. Once, twice, harder, faster, until she was gasping. She undulated her hips, using the hard steel of his cock to add much welcomed pressure.
“Dor!” she yelled, and her revolko could no longer control his growl.
“Mine!”