The Pixies’ Chosen (Mated to the Monster: Season 2)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

TRYST

A mmayi tastes so sweet, her flavor flowing into my mouth even as her pheromones fill my nose, the potent combination sending fire singing through my veins. Havoc is a fool to give this up, but I will not suffer for the consequences of his mistakes. The first taste of our queen will be mine alone, and I shall drink deeply of her pleasure until her pheromones cling to me so thoroughly that there will be no separating us again after this night.

My wings flutter with excitement as my antennae brush over her hair and my hands stroke over her upper arms and down her back. She is so incredibly soft. I always knew queens were soft, but Ammayi is lusher than any female I have ever seen before, and I revel in the sensation of her flesh beneath my hands. If only she didn’t have her human clothes between us. I admit that I dislike it. The texture of the material is coarse with an unnatural feel to the fiber that makes me frown. It is hardly worthy of being draped over my mate’s tender skin, and I resolve to begin spinning silks for her in the morning. I will spin for her for days or weeks if needed and find the freshest ingredients to dye them beautifully for her. My female is worth every effort.

Truly, she is different than anything I had ever imagined. Her kiss is sweeter than even the rarest delicacies from the elven kingdoms, and I suck her tongue eagerly into my mouth to drink in even more of her flavor. Her slick tongue moves along mine, sending tiny shivers through me that I know are reflected in the throbbing light of my shimmer. It echoes the pleasure rushing through me as my cocks stiffen between us. I can feel the damp heat of the first pearl of my seed gathering at their tips, and I shiver against my mate as I slowly lift her up against my body. Her curves mold to me, and it is tempting to hold her like that forever as her plush belly cradles my cocks. But need claws at me, plucking at my nerves just like her little fingers rushing teasingly over my chitin, driving me crazy with every burning lick of fire.

With a soft growl in my throat, I lift her over the edge of the woven nest and lay her on the soft bedding. Crawling over the edge, I follow her into our nest as I join her, my wings fluttering eagerly as my larger body covers hers. I capture her little sighs of pleasure with my lips, laying claim to them as I claim every inch of her body through my touch. My fingertips and claw brush her, releasing more of my potent pheromones directly onto her skin. The temptation to lightly score her is strong but I resist for this first joining. Instead, a focus on the texture of her as I brush away her clothing, sliding it off her body piece by piece.

Unlike the material covering her, her skin is silken to the touch, better than the finest weave produced by pixies. I explore it leisurely as I pull her short tunic up over her head. She sighs against my lips and then gasps when our chests press together as our arms rise and I am forced to break the kiss as I pull the material off her with one smooth tug. Beneath her top, her breasts are encased in another covering that clings tightly to them, emphasizing the round swell of them as it cups them exquisitely. This material is silkier but also reinforced and trimmed in lace. It is still inferior as far as material goes, but it is a marked improvement and the effect of the material cupping her breasts so beautifully is exquisite all the same.

With a moan husky with my mounting desire, my mouth claims hers again eagerly as my claws graze the sides of the material and I follow it back around her ribcage to where it is fastened beneath her shoulder blades. My touch lingers there in fascination for a moment, but then, as if compelled on their own, my fingers slide away from the band to caress the smooth skin along her shoulder blades on either side of her spine. If she were a pixie, here there would be delicate wings. I explore the delicate skin with fascination, feel the shift of muscle subtly moving as she leans into my touch.

My claws graze down to the band again, and I explore its hooks for a moment before unfastening it and letting the band fall away. Gathering the material in my hand, I pull it forward and off her breasts so that they spill into my hands with their sweet smell and unparalleled softness. Enjoying her soft little sounds of pleasure, I allow myself the luxury of petting them for a moment as I explore their roundness and peaks. Full and large, they fill my hands completely when I cup them in my palms. I smooth my fingers over them in little circles, and excitement surges through me when her nipples bud and thrust against my palm.

Her responsiveness pleases me, causing something primitive and dangerous to erupt to the surface as my claws lightly prick her skin, flooding her with more of my pheromones. A hungry, primal sound rumbles in my chest as I break the kiss to nip lightly at her bottom lip. Ammayi sucks in a sharp breath and whimpers but the scent of her arousal thickens intoxicatingly as she clings to me, her small hands skating along the thick muscle of my shoulders and upper back. One of her hands goes to the back of my neck and sinks into the long hair, gripping the length in a tight fist for a heartbeat before her other hand rises to join it.

My cocks jump and my sac tightens at the tug of pressure along the back of my scalp, and I can feel the heat of my seed spurting and slipping down their lengths. Beyond that sensation, however, I ache in a maddening way with the desire to pierce her. I want to sink my shafts deep within her and fill her with my golden fluids, to paint her sex and her thighs with its shimmering hue. Even more than that, I want to feel her cunt constrict euphorically around my cocks as they pump their release. Another hungry growl erupts from me again as I tug away her skirt, then the soaked scrap of cloth from between her thighs. Her scent drifts so strongly from there that it takes every bit of my self-control to not bury my nose in it as I toss it aside, but her bared sex is sufficiently distracting.

I trace a claw lightly over the wet thatch of hair there, dropping lower to explore the hard nub at the top of her cunt and its slick petals. I desperately want to taste it, and I face a momentary dilemma as doing so would mean relinquishing the sweet heat of her mouth. I deepen our kiss, resolved to ignore it as I relish the intimacy of our mingling breaths, but her scent is rising like a thick perfume as her cunt releases another thick stream of arousal, and I am unable to withstand the temptation any longer. I snarl in frustration as I tear my mouth away. Her lust-glazed eyes widen slightly, her breasts jiggling tantalizingly with her rapid breaths.

My head drops to run hot trails over her breasts and nipples before dropping even lower, raining kisses over her belly before my mouth finally lines up to the well of sweetest honey between her legs. I lap at her slit tentatively and then moan deeply when her flavor bursts over my tongue so that I can’t help but thrust it into her, slicking it deep between her petals as my tongue extends to its full length, piercing her depths like the a bee exploring the hidden depths of a flower. And just like that bee, I gather her nectar, drinking it ravenously while she whimpers beneath me, whispering my name as my lips nudge and caress the flower of her cunt repeatedly as I move my mouth over her while my tongue thrusts vigorously, pushing through the lush depths of her feminine sheath. My wings flutter and hum as I can feel her climax rising and can taste the thickening of her essence with her need as her body prepares to be seeded.

Ammayi cries out, her cunt trembling and rippling against the heat of my tongue, releasing a sweet flood of her nectar into my mouth. My eyes roll back at the heavenly flavor, my engorged cocks brushing erotically against the bedding as they spurt, anointing our nest for the first time even as her sweetness drips from my mouth so that our scent mingles to far richer depths.

Her hands tightening further in my hair, she tugs on it in attempt to break the seal of mouth over her sex. I latch down harder, my mouth sucking against her bud and petals so that her hips writhe helplessly against my mouth in an instinctual cry for more.

“Tryst,” she gasps. “Oh yes. Fuck, you’re killing me here. I need more. I feel like I’m burning up here. I need to be filled. Please.”

A pleased rumble rises in my chest, and I finally release the tight suction of my mouth from her cunt and lift my head to smile intently down at her as I prowl up her body, my wings fluttering in rapid little twitches. Her passion glazed eyes drift downward over my body with obvious satisfaction, but they widen with unmistakable hunger when they reach my cocks.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, I resist the urge to preen.

Not many fae are as anatomically blessed as pixies. As we frequently mate mid-flight, our bodies are built to encourage excessive insemination when we seek to fertilize our queens. Seeing their size as they brush against the top of her vulva, I pause, however, with concern. Her sex, which felt so deliciously snug around my tongue, looks frighteningly tiny against them. Despite my concern, I cannot seem to keep from moving and the bottom of my lower cock slides against her slit, making her tremble against me. A pixie queen has a larger, open sex with two different channels available to receive seed. Seeing my queen’s tiny cunt and the even smaller bud of her ass as my cock strokes back and forth across them, I am suddenly afraid I might hurt her.

“Ammayi,” her names bursts ragged with strain from my lips, “I do not know if we will fit. Are you certain?”

Her chest trembles as she quietly giggles. “I’ve been shrunk to fit you, Tryst. The gods wouldn’t be so cruel. So get to it already.”

I am truly a weak male. My self-restraint breaks with her demand and my hips draw back so that I can line my slick cocks up to her entrances. I feel her twitch against the heads and then the glorious wet heat of her body welcoming me. I stare in fascination, watching my golden seed smearing over her flesh as my hips instinctually move forward, pressing my cocks into her snug holes and stretching them like tight bands around my lengths, in one long, slow stroke. She cries out, her body arching into mine, pressing me even deeper yet as she accepts me until I am enclosed entirely in her hot grip, my cocks pumping with their first gift of release designed to spread my pheromones and heighten her pleasure.

Ammayi’s eyes grow heavy with passion, and her lips appear lusher and wetter in that moment as they part with a needy moan. My sac tightens in response, and I draw out slightly only to stroke into her as her body clings to me, drawing my sap from me as I shudder and moan with another release. A soft cry escapes her, and I shudder as I pump again, this time harder as the flame within my belly rises higher, my shimmer brightening around us. She clings to me, her cunt and ass tightening and squeezing around my cocks, milking them as her body drinks deeply her share of my essence. She is milking me, devouring my seed, and I throw my head back as I smile toward the heavens. Such a feeling! And yet beyond the pleasure, there is a haze where I can feel her presence taking form and becoming clearer with the first splash of my essence deep within her.

My breath quickening with excitement, I rock forward, thrusting deep, my hips slapping against her thighs as the strange hold of the rut takes over. Hunger roars through me, and I cover her completely with my body as I thrust my hands beneath her bottom and drive into her clutch, my wings trembling and humming in the air until we rise together, her body latched tightly around mine as I thrust freely into her, my entire body rocking midair powerfully, filling her over and over. Hot seed drips from us and spills down my cocks to scatter across our bed below us.

Her soft body is slick against mine, and it rubs enticingly with every snap of my hips. She tugs harder at my hair as her cunt grips me and tightens almost painfully in its need, sending a sharp burst of desire into my sac. My cocks throb eagerly, and my thrusts become more excited and wilder as her body begins to tremble and buck, driving my cocks deeper. My upper cock is kissing her womb with every stroke, and I can feel the tip of it molding and reshaping with every impact.

It occurs to me belatedly that this was something I had not warned her about—an evolutionary trait specific to the Dark Forest where mating can often be dangerous and a bit trickier if a male cannot latch successfully to fertilize his female. The tip molds to the shape of her womb’s entrance and I feel the moment it latches, and the thread-thin insemination tongue emerges to press into the barrier of her womb’s thick tissue, releasing a potent dose of aphrodisiacs directly into her blood.

Her cunt convulses then as she shrieks her pleasure. She grips me so hard and hot that my sap shoots to the surface like an inferno and I explode with a long, deep growl as the final rush of my seed pumps into her with pulse after hot pulse. We rock violently together, hovering in the air, our bodies entangling in a wild dance of limbs as my indigo shimmer bathes every surface around us in its brilliant light.

And below us, precious gold seed falls, drying in the air and falling in fragments like dust, celebrating the first mating of our love. She may not know it yet, or fully realize it, but I know it, and as the bond sinks even deeper into me, my heart beats for her as my fluttering wings slowly lower us once more to our nest.