Page 15 of His Human to Adore
“Fuck,” I reach behind me and grab his scaled thigh as tightly as I can as my orgasm floods my system and causes me to go limp. “Thank you, Dath,” I say his name again as his come fills me for a third time.
“Do not thank me,” He says as he pulls out of me. He brings a cloth up between my legs and begins to clean up the mess. “You have changed my life more than you could ever know. It is me who will thank you every day in every way you could ever want.” He finishes wiping the come and wetness from between my legs and then cleans himself off. I roll over to my side and watch him clean off. The thunder outside makes him tense every once in a while, but he’s not screaming like he was when he had nightmares.
He looks over at me, his eyes narrowing. They’re still red, but they’re not as frightening anymore now that I know it must just be a part of whatever this bond is between us. “Should you use the bathroom?”
“Actually, yeah,” I stretch quickly and then look around. “Diane and Almaac had a—“
Dath is on me as soon as another man’s name leaves my lips. The red in his eyes flashes as he forces me down on the bed, his cock sliding inside of my very well-used pussy. “I belong to you, and you belong to me. I am not usually this territorial, but it seems it is another effect you have on me.”
“Fuck me, Dath.” I turn my head to the side so I can see him, at least partially. He’s watching me like he’s scared he’s going too hard, being too much, by being so territorial and possessive. I might think the same, but for some reason, knowing he’s this worked up about me has me falling even harder for him. I smile up at him, and some of the tension in his face leaves. “Fuck me until I know not to make the same mistake.”
He hisses loudly, one hand leaving my hips and coming down on my back to stroke down my spine softly. He’s still fucking me with reckless abandon, and I’m feeling just how desperate he is for me. Desperate to claim me, mark me, make sure I know that I’m his just as much as he’s mine. He’s trying to make sure I’m comforted, too, though. Sure, it’s not the best comfort since it’s just his hand rubbing my back while he rams himself into me over and over, but he’s trying, and it’s pretty hot.
“So beautiful, so perfect.” He groans. “You take my cock so well. Made to be filled by me, yes?” I nod my head, watching his face as best I can. I thought the devotion I saw Kendra’s and Diane’s mates look at them with was something special, but I’m seeing now that’s just part of being with one of these men. He huffs out a breath as a smile pulls at his lips. “Squeeze my cock, little human. Show me how badly you want me to release in your womb.”
I have never practiced kegels in my life, but I’m trying now for this demon who wants to feel me pulse around him before he comes inside of me. I only tense around him twice before he’s twitching inside of me, his warm come filling me just like it did the three times before. I grab his thigh like I did earlier and squeeze it so he knows I want him close to me still, even when he needs to fuck me hard. His breathing is ragged above me, and his hands release me completely, so my wet noodle of a body is going limp against the mattress.
“I will clean you and take care of you now,” He says as he touches my face with the tips of his fingers. I give him a blissed-out smile so he knows I’m perfectly fine. I’ve never been fucked like that, but I’ll survive it. Hell, I may grow accustomed to it, and then I’ll be screwed on ever finding someone to fuck me as good. Which is fine since this demon seems to think he’ll never tire of me.
“Thank you for being so understanding.” He says softly as his hands spread my legs, and he cleans me up again. I sigh and relax against the mattress. I’m not napping, but I’m enjoying being taken care of. Once he finishes, we can get to know each other a bit more since we kind of just jumped into bed with one another.
Dath
Mycockisstillhard in my pants, and my rage is still simmering underneath my scales. I thought making love with Deja would make me feel better, but I released four times inside her, and I still feel like I need to mark her as mine. She has agreed to be mine even though I cannot mate her and give her the certainty of being claimed fully by a male, but I will be everything a mate is, just without the title. It is the only way I can think to get around my mother’s request.
“What’s this?” Deja is moving around my workshop, looking at all of my supplies and touching them as she looks. This is as much her workshop as it is mine now, so she can touch and look and do whatever it is she wants to any of it. Unfortunately, she’s holding a piece of parchment and frowning at me like I have betrayed her. I know why, and I know I need to explain the image to her before she starts thinking things that are not true.
I grab my human around her waist and pull her back against my body as I look over her shoulder at the sketch I am still working on. I let her hold it, hoping she does not want me to destroy it. I will for her if it is what she wants. I know that if I found an image she had drawn of another male, it would fill me with more rage than I am currently. I can only imagine how mad she must be at me.
“What is this?” She asks again, her voice smaller, like she’s sad instead of angry, and that most certainly will not do.
“It is a sketch of a human who has been a friend to me these last thirty or so days,” I answer her honestly. I would never lie to my human, not when she has blessed me with all of herself. “Erkoz’s and Xoth’s mate has been a good friend to your Dath these long days. I have not been a good friend to her, though.”
Deja traces her fingers over the charcoal lines of Kendra’s face. I have sketched her as she is most of the time. Carefree and full of happiness. Her eyes crinkle as a smile pulls at her lips. She is looking to the side. I imagine it is Xoth that is making her so happy since I have sketched her in the bathing pool, and he is always the one having her strip in front of all of us. Her shoulders are bare, and her collarbones are visible, but the water covers the rest of her body.
“You’ve seen her naked?” Deja looks up at me, her bottom lip getting sucked into her mouth so she can chew on it.
“I have.”
“Have you slept with her?”
I narrow my eyes on my little human. She is very jealous, and I know I should feel bad that she is feeling these feelings, but I cannot when it is making my chest swell to know she cares so deeply for me. “I have shared a bed with her, but only for sleep.”
“She’s mated, though.” Deja runs her fingertips over the sketch, her fingers lingering on all the details I have put into Kendra’s face. It is a portrait of her that she can hang in her room. I do not plan on keeping it, but I have not yet finished it since I have been away from my workshop for many days.
“Erkoz and Xoth enjoy watching her touch other males.” I pause to see her reaction, and when a question seems to form in her mind that I know I will not like, I add. “I do not enjoy that, and you will not even think of touching other males. We will see if I can handle you even being in the same room as them.”
Deja laughs and turns in my arms so she’s looking up at me. “Why did you draw this?”
She holds the parchment up to me, and I take it from her before placing it back on the small table it was resting on. Maybe I can finish it before this storm is over, so I can give it to Kendra and get it out of my workshop since my sweet human is not enjoying that I have sketched another female.
“We have decorated twice for the new humans that come through the portal to join our tribe. We decorated for Almaac’s mate, but she was bruised and broken when she first got here, so she did not see the decorations. We decorated for you because I asked the brothers to. I do not know if you saw or enjoyed the decorations, but we tried to make it look nice.”
Deja smiles up at me, and it causes me to stop talking so I can lean down and lick at her pretty lips. I want to know how she can find pleasure in touching her mouth to mine, but her giggling stops me from asking again. I will ask once we have finished speaking about why I have sketched Kendra.
“I didn’t see the decorations.” Deja shakes her head, but her smile stays. “I didn’t know you’d decorated for me, though. If I knew someone I like did that for me, I would’ve tried to stay awake.”
“No,” I shake my head. “The decorations are much less important than whatever you need. I just want to explain to you why I am drawing this because there is one female we did not decorate for once we knew humans were coming to our tribe. She was very hurt to know that all the brothers put in work to make the great hall look nice for her sisters but not for her. I made this for her as an apology.”