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He moved faster. I could hardly see as white-hot pleasure swallowed my vision and my eyes rolled back into my skull. I could hardly breathe. Couldn’t do anything but feel him.

The hand that wasn’t pressed to my stomach raised up to grab him by a horn. He growled and fucked me harder.

I was going to pass out. I didn’t care. I still didn’t want him to stop.

His tongue pulled back, allowing me to take in greedy gulps of air before it was punched out of me again with his dick.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled in my ear.

“Yes,” I sobbed. “M-more.”

This time, when his hands yanked me down, he kept pushing. My hole was already so full, but he was determined to make me take more. I screamed in carnal pleasure as the first bulb at the base of his dick popped inside me.

Fuck. My cock fired, cum lost to the cleansing waters, but he didn’t stop or even slow down for a moment. He couldn’t move as much now that it was inside me.

The second knot was bigger, thicker. It was going to tear me in half, but still I didn’t want him to stop. I was so full. There weren’t any way I could fit more inside. But I did anyway. My hole gave way to the second bulb, and I screamed again.

Khorli’s teeth sank into my shoulder and I came a second time. His cock pulsed, then the knots were expanding and I didn’t need his tongue down my throat for that to knock the air out of me.

Fuck, I really was going to die on his dick. The barbs shot out like electricity, and hot cum erupted deep in my guts.

I understood now why he couldn’t have done that to me when I was human. But I wasn’t human anymore. Any pain or damage was already healing, already melting into more pleasure, and I was thoroughly satisfied.

My hand smoothed down his horn to cup his face as he licked over the damage he’d caused to my shoulder. “Told you… I could take it.” I panted.

“Are you alright, my Jo?”

I hummed happily. I was so far beyond alright. I was satisfied in ways I never had been before. Claimed so deeply and thoroughly. I loved and was loved, completely.

“I’m perfect, my Khorli. And so are you.”

51

KHORLI

My Jo was sleeping so peacefully. He seemed far more comfortable, here on my pile of snorpuff furs, than he had on the human sleeping pad. He’d said it was the softest fur he’d ever felt before. I took great pride in that, and would be certain to add even more to it later. I always wanted him to be happy and comfortable.

My claws combed through beautiful brown and silver strands of hair as his head rested on my lap while he slept. I wanted to braid it for him. That was a form of intimacy very special to my people, and only done with those trusted completely. My grandmother had braided my hair when I was young, but now, I would trust only Jo to do it. Perhaps Aerith as well, but despite the trust I had in her, we had never been the type to show physical affection to each other. It was unusual to have that between Benygal, outside of partners and the close familial bonds between the young and their caregivers.

Jo’s tail coiled tighter around mine.

I wanted to lie down beside him and pull him into me, but the antlers made that difficult. As proud as I was of them, they didn’t make it easy to lay my head down. Thankfully, I didn’t need to do that in order to meditate. Benygal only required sleep when they were young or weak. In time, as Jo consumed more souls, he too would stop requiring sleep at all.

Perhaps then he would meditate in my lap, with his back against my chest, so I could curl my body around his and rest my hands on his soft belly, the way we had when we’d lain together by the fire in his world, which I already missed doing. I could still touch it like this, of course, but there was something about having his body slotted against mine and our legs tangled together that made his belly extra delightful to grab.

A rumble started in my chest just thinking about it.

Jo grunted, turning into me, one of his arms raised to wrap around my waist. He was still asleep. His chest expanded with deep breaths. The occasional soft sound made it past his lips as did some of his saliva which dampened the fur on my thigh. I didn’t mind. He was comfortable, and happy, and safe.

Motes of soft lilac and azure trickled in from the opening in the tree walls not too high above us.

I inhaled deeply. The scent of my home. My Jo.

The scent of peace.

He groaned softly, his arm and tail tightening around me before his legs and spine straightened in a big stretch.

“Good morning, my Jo.”