Barbarian Lover (Ice Planet Barbarians #3)(56)

Kira cries out and her hips lift, her arms tightening around my neck. “Oh God!” The scent of her musk perfumes the air even thicker than before. Her body quivers.

I drag the head of the false cock through her wet folds, getting it slick. Every movement of it makes Kira react – she is climbing off my lap with her need, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I push the head of the false-cock into her, and she whimpers. I move no further, because to do more, she will have to change positions, and I want her to ask for it. I want to know she’s enjoying herself as much as I am. My own cock throbs with neglect, but for now, it is all about Kira and her need.

When I push no deeper, her whimpers increase, and her hips rise up, encouraging me. “Aehako,” she pants, and her nails dig into my skin. “Please.”

“Do you wish more, my mate?” I lean in and kiss her, and give the fake-cock a little push to remind her of its presence.

She makes a soft, wordless sound, and then nods.

“Do you trust me?”

Again, she nods. Her eyes are huge in her face, her pupils dilated with need.

“Then lie flat for me.” I pull the fake-cock out, and when she simply stares at me, I lick the head clean of her juices. A low growl escapes my throat. She’s delicious, and I want my tongue on her.

Kira shivers, and then nods. To my surprise, she flips over onto her belly and pushes her bottom up in the air, her legs slightly spread. Her stomach presses against my thigh, and I want to correct her…but stop.

Her bottom is smooth, no hint of a tail to interrupt the sweet curve. I realize that if I press the false cock into her, there is nothing to stop me from sinking it all the way inside her. Entranced by the thought, I push my fingers between her thighs to stroke her cunt, and she moans hard, pressing her face into the furs.

She’s wet and slick and ready, and I remove my hand and push the head of the false cock at the entrance of her cunt. Her wriggle of encouragement is beautiful to see, and I press it deeper, inch by inch, until it’s halfway into her. She moans as I begin to work it slowly, pushing deeper into her with each stroke. I’m fascinated by the sight of the cock – my cock – pushing into her and my own cock jerks in response.

“Aehako,” she moans, and her hips wiggle as I push it deeper into her. As I do, the spur presses up against her backside, and she lets out a squeal. “What was that?”

“That was the spur.”

“Oh,” she breathes, and relaxes again. “Oh, God, I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, and that’s the problem.” She moans and pushes her hips higher again, encouraging me to give her more. I thrust it into her again, deeper, nudging at her bottom with the spur with every stroke of the cock.

And as she cries out, a stab of jealousy shoots through me. Stupid to be jealous of a carving, but I want her moans and cries for my cock. I want her cunt squeezing tight around me, her juices soaking my cock, not a bone carving.

I pull it out of her and toss it aside, ignoring her cries. But when I get up and adjust her hips, raising them into the air, her protests change to needy sounds, and she encourages me with her body. I run my hand over her smooth ass, my tail flicking. I never realized that a lack of a tail could be so…utterly erotic. I spread her thighs for me and sink into her in one fluid motion, watching as my spur penetrates her bottom.

Kira’s cry of pleasure reverberates in the cave. “Yes!”

The growl escapes my throat and I grip her hips. It’s been too long since I touched my mate and claimed her for my own. I can’t hold back. I thrust into her again, rearing back and sliding deep into her once more, and Kira cries out her excitement. She can’t contain herself. The more I stroke into her, the louder she gets, and the closer together her wails become until she’s making one long keening noise as she comes. Her cunt clenches around me like a mouth, and then it becomes even more difficult to retain my control. I thrust three more times before I spill inside her, my entire body feeling as if it’s emptying between her thighs. I don’t stop pumping into her until I’m completely spent, and when I pull my cock from her body, I feel a slight sense of loss. Already I want to return.

But she sighs happily and collapses on the furs. “Oh, Aehako.”

“Mmm,” I say and lie down next to her, tucking her smaller body against mine.

“It should be criminal to be as happy as I am.”

I chuckle. “Do we not deserve a bit of happiness?”

She’s thoughtful as I pull the scattered clothing over her naked body to act as a blanket. I don’t want her to get cold. “I don’t know,” Kira says after a moment. “I just worry that the other shoe is going to drop.”

“You are not wearing shoes.”

She laughs. “It’s an expression. It means things are going so well that they are going to herald something bad.”

I kiss her smooth shoulder. “You worry too much.”

Her smile is soft as she looks back at me. “Maybe I do.”





KIRA


The move to the new cave is not what I expect, I suppose. In my limited experience between dorms and my own apartment, packing to move involves boxing up everything at a furious rate, and days of unpacking and placing items in their new homes. But the sa-khui people don’t have as much junk as your average American girl does, and once it’s decided who is moving to the new caves, everyone’s packed and ready to go that afternoon.