Page 16 of His Human to Adore
“Oh,” Deja’s hands roam over the scales along my chest as her eyes refuse to meet mine. They are still red. I do not think they will ever not be red again, but that is not why she isn’t looking at me. I watch her in silence for long moments as she continues to trace my scales and cause my cock to harden even more, thanks to her touch.
My body has changed since she has come to our tribe. I have grown almost half a head taller, and my muscles have filled out much more of my frame than they ever have before.
Just when I’m about to bend her over the table and fuck her again because I cannot handle all of her attention without releasing, she speaks. “So you’re normally a pretty sweet guy, then?”
“I have been told I am the kindest of my brothers,” I say with a small smile. She still is not looking at me, and it is frustrating because I do not know what she is not telling me. “I am not usually so angry, but something is changing within me, and I do not know what it is. I know I do not hate it because I am changing because the most perfect human has come into my life.”
“I like who you are right now.” She traces my scales again to buy herself some time like she is trying to choose her words carefully. “I like how possessive you are over me. I love that you’re willing to give me everything just so I’m yours.” She sighs softly, her eyes looking over at the sketch of Kendra.
“Tell me what is bothering you, Deja.”
She chews on her lip before looking up at me. “I didn’t know I wanted that version of you until I saw that. Not that I’m not enjoying you like this, but I don’t think I realized you’re not always upset or wanting to angry fuck me.”
I grab her face with one of my hands and keep her eyes on mine. “Anything you want, any time you want, anywhere.” She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “Yes, I am not sure who I am right now, but your happiness is all that matters to me. I can lose myself a thousand times, and so long as you are here, I will strive to make you happy.”
I wrap an arm around her back and pick her up so I can carry her back to the bed. I set her down and pull on her tunic until she allows me to strip it from her. My cock aches at her naked body on full display for me, but I am not doing this to find release. No, I need to make sure my human knows I do everything for her now. She is my reason for being.
“Dath,” Deja says my name so sweetly, but I cannot acknowledge it just yet. I need to gather my supplies so I can sketch her and show her I can still be just as sweet. She may just have to ask for it instead of me being able to do it on my own. “Dath, what are you doing?”
I grab a piece of parchment and settle into my chair that I’ve brought over near the bed. I balance a piece of smoothed wood in my lap and place my charcoal on one side and my parchment in the center. I make sure I have everything, and then I look up at my sweet little human, who is watching me with wide eyes. I smile at her, very proud that I have made her speechless. Her eyes dart from the parchment in my lap to my face and then to her naked body.
“You want me to be…” Her voice trails as her hands try to cover her body.
“Naked,” I nod my head, leaning forward so I can pull her hands off her body. She does not need to cover herself from me. “Lean back and spread yourself for me. Let me draw you like this first.”
“Dath,” her voice wavers, and she is no longer saying my name sweetly. No, she seems uncertain and worried.
“Tell me whatever it is that worries you,” I say, leaning back in my chair. I want to give her space if she needs space. Something about me wanting to sketch her beautiful body has made her wary, and I do not know what it is. She seemed to want me to sketch her not many moments ago, but now she does not seem to want it. Or maybe she does, but she is self-conscious of herself. I do not know why since she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
“You want to sketch me naked?” She says the same question she has already asked, and I have already answered.
“And spread, yes.” I nod my head, not understanding why she is having issues with this. “My Deja has the most beautiful body. I would like to sketch it, and I thought she would enjoy this.”
“Naked?” she asks again.
I narrow my eyes on her. “And spread.”
“Who will see this sketch?” She blows out a long breath of air but starts to lean back against the bed. She positions some pillows behind her so she is leaning up and still looking at me, which has a smile splitting my lips. Her hands move between her legs, but she has made no move to spread herself for me.
“Any sketch of my human is only for me,” I tell her as I begin to do a rough outline of her upper half. I will wait to begin on her lower half until she is doing as I ask and spreading herself for me. “I will kill any male who thinks of looking at what is mine.” I glance up at her to make sure she understands just how true my words are. Her plump lips part slightly, and I think again of how badly I want to feel them on mine. “You worry about someone else seeing this?” I do not need to wait long for her to nod her head. “No, little human, never worry. You are mine. I will keep you safe in every way. This includes making sure that only my eyes view all of your beauty.”
My words seem to have convinced her she is safe with me because, ever so slowly, she spreads her legs to reveal the wiry hairs between her thighs. Her lips are still parted, her breathing hitching in her chest, but I want to see if she is weeping between her legs for me. If she enjoys baring herself for me as much as I enjoy looking at her.
“Wider, little human,” I keep my eyes pinned between her legs until her thighs spread obscenely wide. “Use your hands and spread your sex for me.” My voice is gravelly as I try to keep the words from being a growl. I’m barely holding on to my sanity as her fingers pull her lower lips apart, and she presents herself to me so beautifully. I close my eyes, willing myself not to mount her right this moment, and when I open them again, she is smiling at me like she is proud to have such an impact on me.
“Stay just like that, Deja,” I grunt as I begin to sketch as fast as I can. I will make sure it is done correctly, but right now, I only need to get the outline done.
If I can get the outline done, I will allow myself to ravage my human again, and then we can continue the sketch. As I continue drawing, her sex glistens more and more. The wetness between her legs drips onto the mattress as more time passes. The little nub between her lips grows slightly in the need to be touched.
By the time I finish the outline, my human is panting and needy, and I am going to be rough with her even if I want nothing more than to be a sweet male. When I plunge myself inside of her in one swift motion, she cries out my name and scrapes at my scales with her fragile claws. Her body responds to me like it knows it belongs to me, and it is not long before she is thanking me and crying my name loud enough to cover the sounds of thunder that shake my workshop.
I want to continue drawing her, but she yawns loudly when we have finished making love, and I know I need to take care of her and make sure she sleeps. We can continue our sketching and lovemaking in the morning when she is refreshed, and her sex has healed from how roughly I have treated her.
The rain continues to beat down on my workshop as I pull Deja close to my body and hold her tightly. The thunder and the storms do not seem to scare me as much when she is in my arms. In fact, I am able to fall asleep with very little tension in my body, even though normally I am filled with terror until exhaustion forces me to sleep.
Deja
Fourdaysofstormsmean Dath and I have been sharing the small workshop space together for four days of drawing, painting, fucking, and talking. Dath now has about five sketches of me in various sexual positions. I’m sure if he could figure out a way to sketch us fucking he would, but he hasn’t broached the topic with me yet. I want to tell him he needs to draw some sketches of him jerking off so I can look at those the same way he looks at the sketches of me.