She’s ready.
I grip my cock and hold it at the entrance to her cunt. The thick crown presses against her heat, and her nails dig harder into my skin.
“You feel…really big,” she says, a note of concern in her voice.
“That is because I am,” I tease, and then kiss her worries away. “But you can take me. This I promise. Are you ready to be claimed by your mate?”
She looks up at me with such big, soft eyes. Her hand moves to my cheek and she strokes it, and my heart aches with love for her. “I’m yours,” she tells me. “All yours.”
“Mine,” I agree, and sink deep. I know I will cause her pain – she’s never mated before and she’s small and tight, but it’s best to get it done quickly, like the resetting of bone.
Her sharp cry of pain wounds me, though, and I hold her gently. “Shhh.”
“Ow,” she tells me, and her fist thumps against my arm. “That hurt!”
“It is a pain that will be soon gone, I promise.” To make up for it, I kiss her sweet mouth over and over, until her frown gentles and she starts to respond to my caresses again. My cock feels like a throbbing brand, so tightly sheathed in her wet warmth, but I dare not move until she is ready for me again.
When she gives a small sigh at my latest kiss, I drag my cock slowly out of her, and then stroke in again. She stiffens, but doesn’t mention the pain. Her gaze is on me, her eyes trusting, and my heart breaks with the beauty of her. She is beyond lovely, my mate. Lovely, and soft, and sweet, and giving. “You have my heart, Kira,” I tell her again, and nuzzle her throat.
I stroke in again, careful to gauge her reaction, and when she remains relaxed against me, I shift my weight to one side and caress her breast, teasing the peak until the tip is hard and aching, and she is moaning and wiggling against me.
“Everything feels so different with you inside me,” she says, and she sounds breathless and full of wonder.
“Still hurt?”
“I don’t think so.” She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Do something and I’ll let you know.”
Do something? I will do everything to her. I knot my hand in her hair again, anchoring her against me, and stroke deep.
She gasps. “That felt…” Her startled eyes flick to mine.
“Good?” I can practically feel my chest puffing out with pride.
“Do it again?” Her voice is small and timid, but she arches her back, pressing her body against me.
I do, and she gasps again. Her cunt seems to tighten around me, and when she quivers, I feel it through every span of her body.
“I think I’m going to…again.” She bites down on her lip, her body tensing under mine.
“Good,” I tell her, and stroke deep again. Her next gasp is followed by an intense dig of her nails into my arms, and a definite clench of her cunt around my cock.
“Oh God!”
Yes, she’s definitely going to come again. Pleased at how responsive my mate is, I claim her mouth in a brutal kiss and begin to push into her in a steady rhythm, over and over again, slicking deep into her soft body.
“Ridges,” she gasps against my mouth. “I feel ridges! And oh God, is that your spur?”
It might be. I surge deep again and she jerks against me, her hand sliding between us to go to her cunt. “It’s too much,” she says, shielding her folds from me. “I can’t handle it all—“
“Then let it take you away,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and pushing it back into the furs. I capture her mouth with mine, and pump into her again, and she moans, her hand gripping mine tightly. When she comes again, she cries out sharply, so loud that it rings in the chamber.
Not nearly as loud as my own shout as I come, but almost. We are going to be a noisy pair, I think with pleasure as I collapse onto the furs next to my gasping, panting mate. They will have to move us into one of the back caves so our late night antics do not wake all the kits.
I pull Kira against me and kiss her sweaty brow, well pleased with my mate.
KIRA
My brain is mush. Good mush, but still mush. I slowly drag myself awake. Aehako has his leg over mine and his hand over my breast. I turn over in bed and his tail flicks, then swats me.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbles.
“I need to stretch a bit.” I ignore his request and slide out of bed, taking a few ginger steps toward the bathroom. I feel a bit sore between my legs. Okay, a lot sore. But it’s a good sort of sensation, and I don’t mind it in the slightest. It just reminds me that I belong to Aehako, and I enter the bathroom with a dopey grin on my face.
The first thing I do is check my ear out in the reflective glass of the shower. It feels weird to not have the translator in anymore, and I’ve got a few new ear-piercings in weird spots as a memory of the device. Overall, though, my ear seems to look okay? There’s a vague ache deep inside, but I imagine I’m still healing up. And Aehako said he got rid of the device, but….”Computer?” I whisper. “Has the translator that was removed from my ear yesterday been destroyed?”