Page 26 of His Human to Adore
Anotherstormcomeslaterin the night. I’m curled up in the small bed in Dath’s workshop with him wrapped around me, almost completely surrounding me with his enormous frame and hard body. His hands are tense on my back as he keeps me pressed against his chest, even as he’s lost to slumber. I don’t know if it’s the storm that has him trying to protect me even in his sleep or if this is how sleep is going to be from now on. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve never felt safer in my life, and his cool scales help to keep my temperature from skyrocketing and dehydrating me as I sweat all night.
“Sleep, little human,” Dath’s voice is raspy. His cock is hard against me, but that’s just how it perpetually is now. He’s either angry or horny, and thankfully, I can match his arousal somehow. The thought of him pushing inside me again has my hands traveling down his abdomen until I’m wrapping my fingers around his length. “Not right now, Deja.” His eyes snap open, and he hisses at me. “You need to sleep, and you’re too sore to be taking your mate again.”
“What if I just want to pleasure my mate?” I wiggle my brows at him, but he doesn’t share my enthusiasm. No, his hands wrap tighter around my back, and he holds me closer. His breath blows against the top of my head, and his body curls up tighter around me. My hands can’t jerk him off, but I can keep holding him in my hands.
“Tomorrow,” He huffs. “You can do whatever you want to my cock tomorrow, but you need sleep, little mate.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “But only because you’re no fun right now.”
“I’ll be so much fun tomorrow,” He sighs and relaxes slightly. “Yours to have as much fun as you want.”
“You drew these while you were away from me?” I grab the parchment paper with hastily sketched images from the table. Dath tries to take them from me as embarrassment mars his face, causing even more curiosity from me. If he’s embarrassed about the images, then I definitely want to look at them.
“I was desperate for my mate.” He rubs his horn and avoids looking into my eyes when it’s clear I’m not letting him take the sketches from me. “They are not my best work, and they are very graphic.”
I smile up at him, even though he refuses to look at me. When I scoot up next to him and rest against him, he’s forced to look at the sketches with me as I flip through them. “You’ve drawn me, fingering myself. I doubt these could be any more vulgar than that.”
Dath wraps an arm around my waist and holds me close to him. “Wait to say that until you have looked at them.”
I look at the first sketch. It’s hastily drawn, and it’s clear Dath was a little unhinged when he was sketching it out. He’s clean in his lining and shading in all of his work that I have seen, but these are less perfect and more desperate in their execution.
The first image has me in Dath’s tunic, my hands pulling at the bottom of it like I’m about to pull it over my head. My lips part like I’m about to lick them, and my nipples are straining against the fabric. My stomach flutters with butterflies as I think about how erotic he must find me if he can draw these just based on his own desire for me.
“Look at the next one, little human,” Dath hisses above me when I stare at the first for too long. He walks us backward until he’s sitting on the bed, and then he pulls me into his lap. His fingers find a home between my legs, teasing between my legs gently while I get comfortable. “I want to feel your reaction to what I have drawn.” He says before plunging two fingers inside me. I let out a surprised gasp and clench around him. “So responsive. Look at the next one.”
I do what he says and flip to the next sketch. I’m on my back, my hands between my legs, and my arms pressing my breasts together. I suck in a shaky breath as I clench around him again. His dark chuckle tells me he’s noticed my reaction. The sketched version of me has her head thrown back, mouth parted in a plea, as I bring myself pleasure. My hands are shaky when I flip to the next sketch.
I quickly cover the sketch up with the previous one as my face heats. I’m sure he feels my pussy fluttering around his fingers, but he doesn’t make a mention of it as he grabs the sketch of me pleasuring myself and tosses it to the side so the next one isn’t hidden anymore.
In the sketch, I’m on my knees with my lips parted with Dath’s cock inches away from my mouth. A trail of saliva or come connects us to one another. My eyes are cast up at him as I watch him with brutal devotion. His hand cups my head, his muscles tight and tense with wanting to pull me back onto his length.
“This was one I sketched over and over,” Dath whispers. “There are parchments that I have now burned with this sketch repeated dozens of times because this is what I wanted so badly. To have a female devoted to me and to allow me to protect her and be her everything. You have blessed me beyond what you could ever understand, and I am so grateful.”
His cock pushes against my backside, but he doesn’t try to get himself or me off. No, he just keeps his fingers soaking in my pussy like he’s just enjoying being close to me while I grow more and more aroused at the images he’s created of us.
“Keep going,” He says. “This was my favorite, but I am sure you will like the later ones even more.”
The next sketch is less vulgar only because I can’t see our genitals, but it is very clear what is happening between us. It’s drawn from the side with me on my knees on the edge of the bed. Dath is buried deep inside of me from behind. One of his hands is wrapped around my neck, pulling me so I’m arched for him, and the other digs into the soft flesh of my thighs. His head is lowered, so he’s looking down at me, a wicked smile on his lips. My head is pushed back due to his hand on my neck, causing me to stare back up at him as he pounds into me.
Dath’s finger rubs against my clit softly, and I jump in his lap. He smiles at me like he’s proud of himself. “Sorry, you seemed to really like that one.”
“Let me get through the rest, and then we can have some fun,” I pant as my fingers trace the lines of his body on the parchment.
“You’re already making a mess on me, Deja,” He states proudly. “By the time we get to the last one, you’ll have enough juices to drown me.” When I clench around his fingers again, he hisses softly. “Maybe I’ll have you ride my face and attempt to drown me. Yes, that is how I would like to pass, I think.”
I ignore his words and flip to the next page. I can’t stop the moan that leaves my lips, and Dath takes it as an invitation to stroke my clit some more. His hand on my hip grips me so tightly it might bruise, but I’m too focused on the sketch in my hands and the fingers inside me.
Dath drew the sketch as though it’s through his eyes as he positions himself to fuck me. I’m laid out on his bed, on my back, with my legs spread obscenely wide to accommodate his body. He’s holding his cock, pressing it against my pussy, about to push inside of me. One of his hands is on my abdomen, keeping me pressed against the bed, and my hands are wrapped around his forearm as I beg him to fuck me. The next sketch is from the same angle, but now Dath is buried deep inside of me, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Do not worry about the last sketch,” Dath grabs the parchments from me but doesn’t take them. “I do not need this anytime soon, but I thought of it plenty when I was alone.”
My heart thumps hard in my chest as my mind races, trying to figure out what he could have drawn that might worry me. I shoo his hands off the parchment, too excited not to look. So far, everything he’s drawn has only turned me on. I doubt he drew something that I’ll find repulsive. When I flip to the final piece of parchment, my breath catches in my throat, and I feel tears pricking at my eyes.
The sketch has me sitting on the bed, a smile tugging at my lips as I stare up at Dath, who’s holding me in his arms. He stares at me with adoration and reverence as he holds me tightly to him. My abdomen is swollen. It’s clear we’re lying in bed whispering to one another about sweet things while he holds my pregnant belly possessively. It’s not an erotic image at all, or maybe it is for Dath, but for me, it just looks like a sketch of his utter devotion and fixation on me as his mate.
“You want me pregnant?” I turn my head up to meet his gaze.
“Very much.” He stills his movements inside of me, his free hand stroking the lines on the paper. “Nothing would make me happier than having young with you.”