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a moment with the closures on the chavan strap across his chest before giving up and simply flipping the skirt up and out of my way.

I paused at the sight of him, huge and hard and ready. “Do the Khanavai not wear underwear?” I asked, momentarily distracted.

He laughed aloud. “Not when we’re planning to take a mate, no.”

“Good,” I murmured. “I wouldn’t want anything in the way of me doing this.” I stretched out on my stomach, sliding my body down his enormous leg until I was in the perfect position to wrap my mouth around the head of his cock.

I quickly realized I couldn’t fit all of him into my mouth—I couldn’t even get past the first ridge of his Khanavai cock. But when I sucked on the head, pulling back the skin and running my tongue around the tip, he groaned and closed his eyes.

His hand hovered above my head, occasionally dropping down to stroke my hair, then fisting in the loose curls as I found the most sensitive spots.

Finally, he growled, “Enough.”

I lifted my face to meet his gaze, and he let out another growl, wordless this time, as he lifted me to face him. “Please,” he whispered. “Let me fuck you.”

I nodded. “Now.”

In one motion, Wex sat up, picked me up, and set his cock against my pussy, his gaze locked with mine.

“Oh,” I exhaled as his shaft pressed against me. “Yes. This.”

Once again, I wrapped my legs around him, this time to give him more access to the deepest part of me. Slowly, he settled me partway onto him, then lifted me again, allowing my slickness to coat him.

He held me as I slowly sank onto his shaft, giving me time to adjust to his sizable girth. When his cock was completely seated inside me, I began to rock, using my leg muscles to move against him.

Soon, he began moving, too, starting slowly, but picking up momentum as we learned our rhythm together.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

I shivered in response, and he moaned as my pussy tightened around him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began fucking me in earnest. Soon, I could only hold on as he thrust into me, his hands on my hips lifting me up and slamming me down again, until I came so hard, I screamed his name, stars sparkling behind my closed eyes as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

With a moan, he plunged into me one last time, his cock swelling, so that I felt it jerking against my inner walls as he exploded inside me. At the same moment, he claimed my lips with his, invading my mouth with his tongue, so that he filled me completely.

We clung to each other as the tempest subsided. As it passed, I realized that tears ran down my face.

Wex pulled back far enough to see them, too, and when I tried to tuck my face into his neck, he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and used his other hand to gently wipe the tears away.

“You don’t ever have to hide from me,” he said. “No matter what.”

Chapter Twenty

Wex

“These aren’t sad tears,” Deandra explained, reaching up to grasp my hand with hers, giving it a little squeeze.

“Humans have different kinds of tears?”

“Sometimes, yes. We cry when we’re sad, but sometimes we also cry when we’re angry, or happy, or really, when we’re hit with any strong emotion.”

I pulled our clasped hands to my mouth and licked the dampness on my fingertip. “It doesn’t taste different from Khanavai tears.”

She laughed aloud. “You can’t tell what kind of tears they are from tasting them, silly male.”

“Then how?”

Leaning into my chest, she captured our hands between our bodies. “We just know.”

“So what kind were these?”

“I think maybe they were orgasm tears.”

I peered down at the top of her head. “Is that really a thing?”

“It is now.”

“So…is it a good thing?”

“Most definitely.” She sighed happily and nuzzled her face against me, sending tiny sparks racing through my body from the contact.

Still inside her, my cock twitched—and then my mating cock began to harden as the outer ridges of my primary cock folded out of the way, revealing the more sensitive skin beneath.

Deandra’s head jerked up to meet my gaze, and she blinked rapidly several times. “Wait. Are you ready to go again? Already?”

“That’s my mating cock. And it will always be ready for you.”

She wriggled on my lap. “Really?”

I let out a small groan. “And the more you move, the readier it is.”

“It feels…different.”

“Yeah, for me, too.” I could barely get the words out, distracted as I was by the way she had begun bouncing lightly up and down, her perfect, pert breasts brushing against me.

“Deandra,” I moaned, trembling as she rose up high and then slowly sank back down onto me.

As I filled her, Deandra’s lips came to my shoulder. She bit me lightly, and suddenly, I could take no more. Wrapping my hands around her so they supported her perfect, heart-shaped ass, I flipped us both over until she was under me, and then pulled almost entirely out.

I supported myself over her, the heat of her calling to me. She wiggled her hips, pressing upward until the tip of my cock caressed her swollen lips.

“Don’t leave,” she teased, reaching down between us to wrap her tiny hand partway around my cock.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll never get rid of me.” My eyes closed as she stroked up and down.

When I could take it no longer, I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth and I captured her lips as I, too, reached down between us, finding that sensitive nub with my fingertips, brushing across it gently.

Her hand stopped moving, and I pulled away, slipping my mating cock just inside her. Deandra panted, holding herself clenched, her tiny shiver sliding through both of us. Her eyelids fluttered until they were almost closed, and she wrapped her legs around me, using her heels to pull