Monsters Under Mistletoe

6. Tasi

Chapter 6

Tasi

I should have warned her.

The moment I toss Gwen up and her body flails, I realize I should have warned her. This is supposed to be her chance to get her pants down so I can lock the bond between us, and instead she flails.

Falls.

I flip myself and dive, catching her easily although she manages to roll, so now her back is to me. She dangles in my arms, whimpering, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” even though I’ve got my elbows at her waist, one forearm against her sternum to keep her back flush against me, the other forearm bearing the weight of her pelvis, so only her limbs are loose. She’s secure.

Secure enough that instead of soothing her fear, I dip my hand into her clothes to cup her plump, soaked mound. The heel of my palm digs into her clit, two of my fingers curl into her pussy, and her whimpers smooth into pleasure.

“Don’t drop me,” she begs, but it sounds much more like a plea for me not to stop.

“Drop your pants,” I growl in her ear, my voice coarse as she manages to lever herself against my hand to dig her thick, rounded ass into my aching cock.

She doesn’t protest or grip me with fear. She squirms in my arms until she gets her pants below her ass, and despite being in midflight, her scent still takes over my senses. I had meant for her to take her pants off entirely, but I don’t think I can wait that much longer. I need her.

“Now mine,” I grit out, irritated I can’t let her go for even a second just for this one thing. “Just grab the fabric however you can and tug.”

She doesn’t need my instructions. She’s as motivated as I am, and, even with the awful angle, it takes her only a couple of tries before my cock springs free and slaps against her pussy.

“It’s cold!” she mewls.

It is. And I should ask if she’s okay with that. She may not have had sex with other males recently—which brings me a pleasure that’s unexpected, as this is irrelevant in Chryton culture—but I have had sex with several human females. Most have enjoyed the cooler temperature of my shaft, but a few have not.

I should ask if she’s okay. But she’s my mate, so I don’t. Not because it doesn’t matter whether she is but because it’s inconceivable that she won’t absolutely love it. I reach between her legs to take hold of myself, notch myself at her entrance, and tip us upright to let gravity impale her hot, tight pussy on my shaft.

Pleasure like I’ve never known rockets through me. Every second of my life has been lived for this moment. My entire life, I’ve been told my bonding slick was to keep my frost from impeding with my mate’s so we can move better against each other, but now I’m positive it’s to bring the perfect balance between my body and my human mate’s.

My perfect human mate.

It also holds our bodies together despite the way her spine bows as my full length fills her pussy, making her scream and shake on me. Her own mating slick drizzles down over my balls, making them tighten already.

“I love you,” I groan even though the way her body moves makes me think she’s in a whole other plane. “You feel so incredible, mate.”

A strangled, gurgling sound comes out of Gwen, her bucking quickly getting so wild that the best way to contain her is to lift my legs so that she slides into my lap, pinning herself there as she crushes my cock in her vice. My hand goes to her throat as I experiment with nibbling on her earlobe, a spot I never thought was erotic until she bit onto mine.

She comes with the clip of my tooth on her soft flesh, which draws out my orgasm. It hits me so hard that my only available braincells need to be devoted to controlling my flight feathers while the rest of my existence melts into her and frigid jets of cum seize within her.

Gwen begins to pray to her god, her peak incapable of waning as long as I’m within her, icing her pussy. I’m not about to release her, not yet. I nuzzle into her shoulder, loving my mate’s surrender, as I dig two fingers into her pussy alongside my cock to carefully pluck a shard of cum out of her. She pants and moans, her jaw lax, allowing me to rest that icicle on her warm tongue. Her next breath is cool on my cheek.

I seal our mouths together as my cock pulses and releases again within her.