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Chapter 6
He moved his hands to her thighs, "….You seem to be doing okay with my venom."
"I'm no stranger to it."
"Really," he pushed up on his elbows, "….You've been with Drells before?"
She nodded, "….Yeah, well….one."
"Were you two close, or was it—"
"We were married….briefly….He passed away before the war ended."
Looking up into her eyes, he could see the persistent dilation of her pupils from his venom's side effects, but she was gazing down at him, eyes connected with his, and seemed in control of herself and her thoughts….She was lucid, "….I'm sorry."
"Don't be," she smiled gently, "….We knew it wouldn't last, and he went out the way he wanted to…." Her grin was more for her comfort than his patronization by her….A self-soothing mechanism.
"I'm kind of grateful," trying to cheer her, "….I wouldn't be here with you, I bet, if he were still alive…." She raised a black eyebrow, "….Probably not my best choice for comforting someone….A widow especially," he focused on her lack of belly button, pressing his lips together and popping his eyeridges up once….She shifted her hips forward on him, bringing his attention back to her face, and he smiled.
"What are we doing here," she cocked her expression with a lift of the eyebrow and the corner of her smile, "….You ready for another round?"
He sucked in his lips, "….Wait….I just came….Do you have a towel?"
"Only the ones on the floor," she arched and looked behind her, then to him, "….We'll figure it out…."
"Good thing you're Human," he licked the corner of his lip, "….I haven't had, well, that would have given me at least two heirs."
She laughed lightly and sighed, "….'Heirs'?….Funny word to use….You someone special, Casnar?"
"I might…." He considered, "…..Do you think yourself someone special, Comman—"
"Call me Braith….You've earned at least 'first name' status with me."
"I don't," he tilted his face away, "….I didn't earn anything…."
"You did," she leaned forward, gazing intently at him, "….You've got my attention at least…." She leaned so close he could see his face reflected back in her pupils, these were so wide and black from his venom.
"I'd….like to keep up what we've got…." He started to laugh as she made fun, teasing him with her big black eyes opening and closing—she knew what he was laughing at, "…..going now between us."
"Okay," she felt his hand return to her waist, caressing her skin with his palm, "….you sure?"
"I've watched you, followed you a few years, seen you at your worst, I think…." He ran his hand up over her breast, "….I think I'm sure….I can handle it….whatever you've got to throw at me…." He moved his other hand to her opposite waist's side, her eyes studying his.
"Sure…." She leaned away and began to move her hips again, Casnar widening his eyes as she started what constituted as "Round Two"….Her hips moved firm atop his, grinding down.
"What about your friend…." His eyes rolled back into his head.
"He can wait," she lifted up his shaft, "….He didn't rush to find me….There's no rush for me to find him…." He laid his crests back into the blankets as his body responded to her coaxing rhythm, "….Another thing I've learned about Drells," she grinned mischievously, "….they always have a few spare rounds hidden…."
"You may be right…." His eyes brightened, greens vivid against his sclerae, and he sat up suddenly to roll her onto her back, and arranging his knees either side of her hips, he brought her legs up over his shoulders and leaned forward….He grinned at her surprised pleasure, her lips curving into a smile, "….Now you may be right about some things Drell-related," he went on, pressing his jaulses snugly to the spot between her legs where there was only the joining of skin, "….but I bet you don't know everything…."
"Enlighten me."
"I will…." With a newfound hardness to his length, he rocked into her, slow and careful….Her eyes opened to the ceiling and closed as she moaned from his efforts, and he leaned forward, pushing all of him inside as he lowered his face to kiss her mouth….His back and hips bunched as he came in closer….Her breaths were now his, lips locked together.
Hunched over her, tight in union, her legs against his chest, ankles passed his shoulders, he thrust in deep, making her stop breathing….His hands moved to her hair, pulled and bunched the short tendrils, then traveled to her hips as he adjusted, lifting her buttocks up easily, and pushing ever deeper. He pressed her ankles nearly to her ears, and she wrapped her arms over his neck and head….He could feel her fingers playing over the smooth, tapered crests connecting from the back of his skull to his neck.
"I haven't been fucked like this before," she gave him her snarky tone, and he chuckled, applying a quick thrust to make her yelp.
"Quiet, you," he turned his face into her neck and kissed it….His lips traveled to the front of her throat.
And that was how the next stage in their relationship began….Juices combined together, he made love to her, building her cries up to the ceiling and filling the house….He bit and nibbled at her, suckled on her earlobes, breasts, her fingers in his mouth, her jaw and chin while he continued to fill her with seed….He swirled his hips over hers, pulling her hands up overhead and spreading her arms from her body, lacing his fingers with her own in the sheets….She held on tight as the spread between her legs sent ripples throughout her….and his seed permeated to the impossible….Unknowingly, he crossed the border.
