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She was floating and flying and soaring all at once. He kissed her ferociously, as if trying to make up for lost time. His tongue invaded her mouth and she willingly gave him access, reveling in the possessiveness with which he claimed her mouth.

He folded her to him until her half-naked body was crushed against his chest. His smooth scales rubbed sensuously against her hardened nipples and made her moan in pleasure.

As if sensing what she needed, he broke off the kiss to put his lips to her breasts, licking at the erect peaks until she was dazed with lust. Heat coiled low in her stomach.

“Yes, God, yes,”

she gasped, arching into him as he suckled her nipples. A pulse began to beat low in her core and wetness pooled between her legs.

Vahn couldn’t stop touching her. His hands were on her waist, in her hair, on her breasts. He kissed her feverishly, brushing his mouth against every bit of exposed tawny skin, returning again and again to the softness of her lips and the tautness of her nipples.

Why had he denied himself for so long, he marveled? Why had he not seen before the infinite bliss she offered him?

His serpetri caressed her throat and back and shoulders, the little dendra pulsing against her flesh. Finally he tugged at the waistband of her trousers.

“Take them off,”

he growled. “I want you naked.”

She wriggled out of them, almost clumsy in her haste. His heated gaze trailed over her body, pausing at the little thatch of hair between her legs which Vraxian females did not possess but which, in that moment, was the most arousing thing Vahn had ever seen.

“I have never desired anything as much as I desire you,”

he said hoarsely. The hunger in his amber eyes made her blush.

“I want you too, Vahn. God, I want you so much.”

“Then command me, Zhaalini. What is your desire?”

She lay back on the rug and let her knees fall apart.

“Kiss my feresh.”

Her voice was husky with need. “Use your tongue.”

With a growl of assent, he pushed his face between her legs. The boned ridges on his head grazed her inner thighs but she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the long, muscular texture of his tongue and what it was doing to her.

He licked the length of her slit, reveling in the flavor of her wetness. She tastes like nectar from the garden of Shamhoreth. Vannla’s Sword, how did I resist for so long?

He licked harder then dove his rigid tongue deep into her cleft, making her writhe in abandon. For long, luscious moments he alternated between licking then penetrating her until she was whimpering with need.

Kara couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as Vahn’s mouth sent lightning spasms cascading through her body. Every muscle tightened, every nerve ending sparked as he brought her closer to the edge. And when she was as taut as a bow, he began to concentrate on her clitoris.

“Oh, fuck yes,”

she gasped. “Lick it. Lick it hard.”

Vahn swirled his ribbed tongue over the engorged little nub until she was grinding in frenzy against his face. Her body arched off the rug as white hot pleasure drilled through her core.

“Don’t stop,”

she panted. “Don’t stop, it’s so good.”

He slid both hands under her bottom and angled her so he could gorge himself more easily. He sucked her clitoris between his lips and her legs closed around his head.

“Vahn, fuck, I’m going to…I’m… oh…”

She shattered. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed though her as she splintered into a million pieces. She screamed his name and his mouth flooded with her come.

Vahn was filled with fierce pride as his mate exploded in jarna. He had done that. He had made her peak like no other. He took her in his arms and kissed her mouth, feeling her tremble in the aftermath of her climax.

“Sweet Jesus,”

she said when she was able to speak. “That was…”

“That was just the start,”

he told her. “We have much time to make up for.”

She gave a satisfied grin.

“In that case, snake-boy, you’d better take off your trousers.”

He stood and removed his clothing as she looked up at him. Fuck he was ripped, she thought dreamily. His scales had deepened to the pale lilac shade she associated with arousal and the sun gleamed off him, accentuating his musculature.

Her breath caught when he freed himself from his trousers. He was hugely erect, the veins standing out from the thick shaft. The fact that Vraxians didn’t have testicles made it look even bigger and her loins clenched at the thought of riding him.

She raised herself onto her elbows, a small smile playing round her lips.

“Why don’t you lie down and let me take care of that for you?”

she suggested. But he shook his head.

“We will adopt whatever position you want next time, kalehsha. But not now. Now, I have to take you.”

He dropped to all fours above her. “I will try to be gentle but…”

“I don’t need gentle,”

she told him. “I just need you inside me.”

She ran her hand over his chest and down towards his straining erection. It quivered at her touch, its pulsing hardness a clear indication of just how turned on he was. She guided his cock between her legs and her breath quickened when it nudged against her entrance.

He took it slow as he entered her. My mate is small, he reminded himself. But by the temple of Ayanlesh, it was hard to control his masculine urges.

She was slick from her orgasm and as hot as a furnace. When he was fully inside her, he forced himself to hold still.

“Is this… is this all right for you?”

he asked hoarsely.

She locked eyes with him.

“If you don’t start fucking me now, we’re going to have a problem, snake-boy,”

she said. She ground against him and he groaned with pleasure.

He began to move in long steady strokes, withdrawing then impaling himself to the hilt, plundering her loins in a searing rhythm that left her craving more.

His girth stretched her wide. She reveled in the feeling of completeness, of having every inch of her pussy filled. Each time he sank himself inside her the raised protrusions at the base of his shaft bumped against her swollen clitoris, sending exquisite shockwaves through her core.

The sensation was heightened by the dendra scattered over his shaft. Not only did they add texture but she could sense them tasting her, licking her, pulsing inside her.

Sweet Jesus, I’ve missed his alien cock. I’m so fucking wet for him.

She moaned loudly and the sound of her pleasure urged him on. He thrust harder, his excitement growing as he lost himself in her soft, accepting body. He slammed into her and she took it, spreading her legs as wide as they could go.

“Kalehsha,”

he ground out, driving his cock deep.

She started to come, crying out in ecstasy as paroxysms of bliss rushed through her body. The rapid contractions around his shaft were almost enough to drive him over the edge.

But he wasn’t ready to relinquish control. Not yet.

He didn’t let her recover. He coiled his serpetri around her, stroking and caressing every bit of exposed flesh. The dexterous limbs latched onto her nipples and tightened, pulling and rubbing at them until she was almost insensible with euphoria.

Fuck, he’s turning me on so much.

This is what she’d missed, this is what she’d dreamed of ever since her wedding day. Her big beautiful snake-boy pounding the hell out of her.

“Yes… God, yes… I love how you fuck me…”

She came again, quivering helplessly from the intensity of her climax. He fought the impulse to join her, wanting to prolong the pleasure.

But when he slowed down to regain control, she clutched at him blindly.

“More,”

she begged. “I need more.”

He pulled out and flipped her over. The delicious sight of her on her hands and knees before him made his dorsal spines erect. He knew if he entered her now, he would last mere seconds.

Seeking to prolong the pleasure, he sent a serpetrus to stroke the length of her spine, caressing her skin, lingering on the warm curves of her bottom.

He reached between her legs and trailed his thumb over her moist slit.

“Yes,”

she breathed. “Please. I want it.”

He worked his fingers sensuously into her folds, sinking them into her thick, creamy juices while his serpetrus squirmed delicately between the curve of her buttocks. Kara couldn’t stop moaning from all the carnal sensations being inflicted on her simultaneously.

“Oh God, Vahn, don’t stop… please… oh…”

He rubbed her clitoris and she whimpered.

“Come for me, kalehsha,”

he commanded. “Show me how much you enjoy being ravished by your alien.”

She collapsed onto her forearms as yet another climax was wrenched from her. Sweat coated her skin and her hair clung to her face. She moaned incoherently.

Sweet Jesus, he’s wrecking me. And I love it.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He used his serpetri to lift her off the ground and hold her suspended before him. Her pussy was still twitching as he grasped her hips, poised to pillage it again.

“Is this what you want?”

he demanded hoarsely, drawing out the moment.

“Yes,”

she panted softly. “Please. Please, my kalehshun.”

He mounted her and Kara could barely contain herself. The angle of impalement, coupled with the vulnerability of being held aloft so that she could barely move, sent liquid heat cascading through her.

Every measured stroke made her mewl with pleasure. His shaft grazed her G-spot and her cries grew louder as the hungry little dendra along the length of his shaft rubbed and sucked.

He’s going to make me come again. He’s going to make me come so fucking hard.

Kara was powerless to resist as her most intense orgasm yet rolled over her like a juggernaut. She screamed Vahn’s name and arched her back, desperately trying to fit as much of him into her pulsing depths as possible. Her muscles locked into one long throb of pleasure, every nerve ending on fire as she came apart.

It was the Vraxian’s undoing. With a growl that began deep in his belly, he finally surrendered control.

He exploded, roaring his dominance as he emptied himself into his kalehsha’s compliant body. A release made all the more sweet because he’d held it at bay for so long.

He drove himself into her until every last drop of pleasure was wrung from him and he wanted to howl at the sky with happiness.

Boneless and weak, they both collapsed in the meadow in a tangle of limbs and kisses.