Page 41 of Argurma Warrior (The Argurma Chronicles #1)

K aylar groaned sleepily, something warm slipping into his sheath, making his civix swell and twitch where it rested within him. Growling, he peered down the length of his body to find Meg crouched over him, her hand hidden within his sheath as her fingers slipped over him. Her tongue stroked along her bottom lip and Kaylar jerked as his civix spilled out into her palm. It curled and twisted in her loose grip and a pleased smile appeared on her lips.

“Meg, what are you doing?” he rumbled, and her eyes snapped up to him guiltily though her smile widened with mischief.

“Well, I woke up recalling how often you’ve woken me up with your mouth and thought I’d return the favor.”

He purred, his civix thickening and lashing in response. “Did you? I approve, anastha.”

“I see that,” she teased, her grip around his civix firming as she dragged her fingers up his length, lightly squeezing as she did.

His hips jerked up off the bed in response and Meg chuckled softly deep in her throat.

“Mmmm, I love that you’re very sensitive.”

“Careful of the hook,” he replied, his voice gruff with strain as shiver of pure pleasure ran through him. Although she’d taken him in her mouth before, it still made him nervous that he might inadvertently damage her. Among his species, due to their teeth, a civix was typically not drawn into a mate’s mouth.

She smiled and squeezed his civix, dragging a snarl from him. “You worry too much. I have this.”

He groaned, his thighs tensing when she leaned down and ran her tongue along the sensitive side of his hook. Her grip on him was firm enough to keep his civix in place, but the tight restraint sent a thrum of pleasure deep within him as she continued to trace his hook with languid strokes of her tongue until it suddenly dipped, dragging lower along the slit where his implanting stem was hidden. His hips snapped upward, his breath shuddering out of him when her hot mouth encompassed around the tip, sucking him deep and hard. She couldn’t take any more of him than she had previously, but her mouth caressed him with confidence born of familiarity as she sucked and flicked her tongue in ways that drew snarls from him.

As his orgasm neared and the tip of his civix began to wildly flex, Meg’s mouth popped off to keep from being speared as her hand continued to squeeze and stroke his length. She was determined to bring him to climax. He processed that but refused to reach it that way. With a growl rattling in his chest, Kaylar sat up, his hand curling around her throat as he pulled her away. She grinned at him in response and moaned when he released her long enough to flip her onto her belly. Drawing up to his knees, he captured her around her neck again as his free hand dragged her hips up into place and lined her hot quin up against his pelvis. Her ass bumped against him as she tried to back onto him and he purred approvingly even as his grip tightened, holding her in place.

His civix slipped along her quin, his lubrication making him slippery enough that he glided along the petals of her slit as the hooked head twitched and writhed, seeking to sheath itself within her heat. His hips flexed and drove into her, bringing a squeal of pleasure from his mate as her quin reflexively squeezed tightly around his length. Hissing from the sensation, Kaylar pressed closer to her so that his civix twisted deeper as it rooted for her womb. At contact, he rapidly pulled back and they both moaned as her muscles squeezed in an instinctive attempt to hold him in within her as his civix thrashed, rubbing against the walls of her channel, with the same drive. He promptly drove back in, his breath exploding out of him at the pleasure that engulfed as she bore down on him harder in sharp, rapid squeezes and she cried out with the first of the many releases he intended to give her.

If he could delay the impending hooking. Already he could feel the hook jerking at the tip, preparing to latch on for implantation. His civix was already swollen and he felt the pressure of his gathering seed in his sacks deep within his sheath. Meg gasped and panted beneath him at the change. The swelling not only made the length fill her more but it also reduced the flexibility of its length so that its lashing was firmer and its plunging more direct and harder. Logically he knew that to prolong their joining he would need to move in shallow thrusts but he could not seem to keep himself from thrusting home as deep and hard as he could as he hungered for her cries of pleasure and climbed his own.

His thrusts rapidly gained a frantic edge, his hips snapping in rut as if he were claiming her all over again, driven to burrow himself deep. His body demanded to implant again, making it clear that the first had not taken. That did not disturb him. The instinct to breed was all-consuming so that he ground deep with every thrust, dragging one orgasm after another from his mate as his civix dragged through her in its whipping frenzy. The spasm of her quin sucked his cock deep, dragging along its length with such firm gripping strokes that he shuddered, his eyes rolling back as he barely dragged his hips back at all before he was thrust deep once more, his hand dragging her hips so that he could reach deeper than before. His hook jerked and then caught, sending an explosion of pleasure knifing through him.

He threw back his head and roared at the intensity of the pleasure ripping through him as his slit pressed against the mouth of her womb. At contact, his implantation stem drove into her, releasing new waves of ecstasy as his civix pulsed with his release. It spewed from him with every hard jerk of his length, each tug bringing more pleasure and more seed. He gasped breathlessly, his claws pressing into her, taking care despite his own urgency, not to pierce her delicate flesh. A growl rose within his chest, vibrating through him endlessly as he ground against her, shifting back slightly every so often to tug harder on his hook and encourage more release as he continued to orgasm deep within her channel that pulsed wildly around him.

Releasing his hold at the back of her neck, he lowered his hand to the other side of her hips and circled his arms around her to keep her in place as he rolled them onto their side. Meg panted, every so often a tiny whimper escaped her as her quin continued to clutch around him. He held her to him as their climax slowly subsided though he would remain hooked to her for some time yet.

Meg expelled a shaky breath and glanced over at him over her shoulder as her body slowly relaxed. “I didn’t expect it to be so intense a second time,” she admitted. “We’ve had sex often enough that I figured it would go back to the way that we’ve been doing it.”

He made a sound of chagrin in his throat. “That is because I was incapable of implanting before I released my venom. The release of the venom and the implantation are necessary parts of the mating process that creates the pheromone changes. The drive to implant is what makes couplings particularly aggressive.”

Her nose wrinkled in a small frown. “You mentioned that before and it sounded pretty significant. What, exactly are you implanting?”

“My egg,” he replied honestly.

Meg’s head snapped up and she half turned despite their locked position and he briefly closed his eyes against the wave of pleasure that once again swamped him.

“An egg! You mean you’ve been impregnating me?”

“No. Not the first time. There is a chance of the implanting taking upon the first mating, such as the case of Veral and Terri, but it is very rare. In our case, it did not take which is why the mating fervor was so intense again as I instinctively was driven to breed. I had planned to explain this before we joined again,” he admitted.

“And gotten woken up with your dick—ah, civix—in my mouth,” she finished, a wry smile tugging at her lips as the indignation faded from her eyes. “So, I’m not pregnant, then.”

“You were not,” he hedged, “but whether or not this implanting took we will not know until we are driven to mate again or get your scanned in the medical unit.”

They had not discussed offspring but he decided to not remark on the fact that he was not in a hurry and instead watched for her reaction. He would leave the decision to her on how to proceed. He would happily accept an offspring if that was what she desired, though he selfishly desired as much time as he could get alone with his mate. If she were in agreement with him, it would be a simple matter of getting a hormonal implant in the medical unit to render his mature seed infertile.

“I wouldn’t mind having a baby,” she whispered, touching her stomach. She shook her head and expelled a soft sigh. “Someday, though. I don’t think I’m ready yet.” She peered back at him and her hand slipped off her belly to slide back and tangle with his. “I want more of this. And honestly, breeding sex is really fucking hot and I wouldn’t mind enjoying the benefit of it for as long as possible.”

He murmured in agreement and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as his mandibles ran through the longer fur there, drawing the scent of her pheromones deeper into him with that simple contact. He appreciated that she had allowed her head fur to grow longer there. It was enough to drench his mandibles and vibrissae with her scent. He purred softly at her pleasing scent.

“I am in agreement. I will have an implant done at the medical unit when I return to finish the last touches on the welding. There will be no more risk of implantation until we are ready.”

“If this one doesn’t take, you mean,” she chuckled. She sighed and melted against him. “I am so glad that is something you can do. Thank you. But I do want some babies eventually… if you do.”

He rumbled in agreement, adjusting his hold on her so that he curled more comfortably around her. “I desire this as well. They will come when we are ready to welcome them.”

She squeezed his hand in what he took to be a silent communication of accord. “We leave tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” he agreed. “I will leave early after our meal to finish the repairs.”

“I wish I could help,” she mumbled. “I’m going to go out of my mind with boredom with nothing to do.”

“I process this. I would have desired that too. But it is just one more day. For now, go back to sleep, anastha. It is still early and there is nothing that requires your attention.”

Sighing, she snuggled into his embrace and Kaylar felt as if he were holding his heart as he gathered her closer to his chest. His love. She would be restless now but soon they would be gone far from there and then their lives would truly begin. There was much waiting for her.