Wanderlust Beastkin, Beauty and the Beastkin-Chapter 36: A True Mate

A note to the reader: this Chapter contains a romantic interlude that may not be to everyone’s taste. If you prefer to bypass this section, feel free to do so; the narrative will continue to flow seamlessly without it.

A dreamy haze enveloped his gaze, and a soft, almost involuntary sigh escaped his lips. In that fleeting instant, I witnessed the delightful fracture of his determination, as he leaned in to capture my lips with a fervent kiss. His mouth danced along the delicate curve of my neck, lingered on my shoulder, and then, with a tantalizing slowness, he let his kisses wander down my chest, igniting a fire that spread through every fiber of my being.

He took a moment, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine, giving me ample opportunity to voice any hesitation, yet I found myself utterly unwilling to do so. With a tender touch, he traced the delicate outline of my breast, his fingers deftly lowering the light brown leather tube top that clung to me. In an instant, my breasts were liberated, but before I could register the cool air against my skin, his hand gracefully wrapped around the side of one, sending a thrilling shiver cascading down my spine.

A soft, delighted sigh escaped my lips, a sound that filled him with a sense of triumph, knowing I was entirely on board with his every move. He lingered for just a heartbeat longer, his tongue dancing over the delicate skin near my nipple, sending shivers down my spine as his warm breath enveloped me. With a surprising surge of strength, he drew me closer, lifting me effortlessly into his embrace. After a moment of heated breaths on my chest, he took my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with a tantalizing finesse that left me breathless. Then he gently sucked on it, eliciting another moan from me.

As my fingers brushed against the iron rod that had been teasingly prodding me, I realized it had become far less restrained than it had been at the beginning of our encounter. The fabric of his wrap skirt had loosened, allowing me the delightful opportunity to slip my hand around to the back and untie the knots that held it in place. With a gentle tug on the string, I felt the ties give way, released by the eager anticipation of his third leg, which sprang forth with a fervor that was impossible to ignore.

He halted mid-motion, taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, his eyes widening in surprise as they met mine. I couldn’t help but smile down at him, a playful glimmer dancing in my gaze.

I shifted closer, our gazes locking in an intimate dance, and leaned in to capture his lips with mine once more. The world around us faded as I felt his hand glide down my stomach, exploring the curves of my body with a tantalizing touch. His fingers ventured down my legs, igniting a trail of warmth, before slipping beneath the soft fabric of my wrap skirt. There, he began to caress my inner thigh with a delicate yet purposeful touch, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me. As if savoring the moment, the tip of his finger brushed against my most sensitive spot, teasingly stroking me with a gentle rhythm that made my heart race.

As the delicate touch of his fingertip brushed inside me, a wave of tension coursed through my entire being, igniting sensations I had never experienced before. A warmth enveloped me, a deep yearning blossoming within, urging me to crave him more fiercely, to seek out the depths of this intoxicating connection. Yet, amidst the fervor, a flutter of nerves danced in my stomach, a whisper of trepidation mingling with my desires. The thought lingered in my mind—if I surrendered to this moment, there would be no retreat. I could feel the weight of transformation looming ahead, knowing that once this threshold was crossed, he would forever hold the title of my mate.

He hesitated once more, ensuring that this was truly what I desired. In response, I gracefully lowered my hand to untie the knot of my wrap skirt, letting it cascade open around me. A sharp intake of breath escaped him as he gazed down at me, his eyes filled with admiration. I could feel a warm blush creeping across my cheeks, ignited by the intensity of his smoldering gaze.

His finger delved deeper, igniting a curious and delightful sensation as I felt myself being gently stretched. A wave of desire coursed through me, my hips yearning for more, and in a moment of boldness, I slipped off my tube top, baring myself to his smoldering gaze. As he introduced a second finger, the exquisite stretch intensified, sending shivers of pleasure through me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he began to caress me with a tender rhythm. My hips responded instinctively, arching toward him as I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him passionately, my moans mingling with the heat of our connection.

The intense aching need built and my mind and body begged for something more, something that I had never had before but desperately wanted from him. I felt myself dripping down my thighs with my desire for him as he pulled his fingers out and reached for his bag beside him.

"What are you doing? Don’t stop," I said in a whine.

"I have some dried flowers that can be put into a paste to prevent pregnancy. I can make the mixture really quickly, it would only take a moment. Although nothing would make me happier than to have you bear my children, I don’t want to get you with child before you’re ready."

"I’m on the pill, there’s no need for that, I’ve been on it ever since I turned sixteen. It’s something from my village that prevents pregnancy as long as I take it regularly."

"You’re village seems advanced."

"Mhm," I said without elaborating and then kissed him again to get out mood back. Since his fingers were already out of the way, I might as well go for what I really want.

With a playful tug, I pulled at the hem of his skirt, a flicker of annoyance bubbling within me as it stubbornly obstructed my view. In a swift motion, I flipped it open, and to my surprise, he sprang forth, revealing himself to me for the very first time. The sight was a curious blend of intimidation and unexpected charm, though I was well aware that referring to a guy’s endowment as "cute" was a faux pas I should avoid. So, I tucked those thoughts away, savoring the moment in silence, my mind dancing with intrigue and a hint of mischief.

I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled up close to him feeling a thrilling electric heat as my smooth skin touched his and his heat pressed up against me.

"I want you, can I have you?" I said in a quiet voice, the only other sound in the cave was the crackling of the fire.

"You’re serious about this? You won’t change your mind later and cast me aside?" he said.

"I won’t but don’t you change your mind later either. Once you’re mine, you’re mine."

"Never," he said with so much conviction that it took my breath away.

Then he kissed me with so much sincerity in that kiss that tears trickled from my eyes and I felt a shell around my heart crack. A shell that had been around it from so many years of emotional abuse and neglect of feeling like I wasn’t good enough, feeling like I was a burden, feeling rejected. This had started as me just wanting him but had somehow shifted to something more.

I felt his hand travel down and take hold of himself leading to the tip of him at my entrance. We both inhaled deeply and then I tucked my face into his shoulder feeling too embarrassed to look at him.

Then I felt the tip of him hot at my opening as he gently rubbed himself back and forth against me, making sure that I was wet enough and ready for him.

"I’m going to enter now," he whispered into my ear and I slightly nodded my head in agreement.

As he began to enter me, a wave of warmth enveloped me, accompanied by a peculiar sensation of being filled in a way I had never experienced before. A soft moan escaped my lips, a sound that surprised me as much as the act itself. It was a curious mix of shock and exhilaration, a realization that I was surrendering to this moment, and yet, beneath it all, there was an insatiable desire that eclipsed everything else. I instinctively wrapped my thigh around his waist, inviting him deeper, each movement igniting a delicious ache in my hips that only heightened the intensity of our connection.

As he ventured further, he suddenly encountered an unexpected obstacle, a clear indication that no one had been here before him. A sharp intake of breath escaped his lips, and he halted, momentarily lost in the moment. "Am I... your first?" he asked, his tone laced with a mix of uncertainty and wonder.

Nestling my face deeper into the warmth of his shoulder, I whispered softly into his ear, "Yes." The sound of my voice felt almost fragile, a delicate note that danced in the air between us.

What could I possibly have done to earn the honor of being your first? It leaves me feeling a bit undeserving, to be honest.

I gently withdrew from his shoulder, searching his gaze for understanding. "But if you truly believed you were deserving, wouldn’t that cast a shadow on your worthiness?" A playful smile danced on my lips as I tenderly traced the outline of his jaw.

"I promise to dedicate myself to being the best partner for you, for all the days of my life," he declared, his eyes sparkling with genuine conviction.

"I know you will."

"I will try to get gentle," he said with a strained voice and then he pushed forward.

A fervent pressure ignited within me, a tantalizing ache that both stung and pulled at my very core. Suddenly, a sharp sensation coursed through me as he pressed forward, and I gasped, feeling him delve deeper, a realization washing over me that my body had transformed in this exquisite moment. A low, primal groan escaped his lips as he tenderly rolled me onto my back, a gesture both intimate and commanding. With a gentle yet firm motion, he lifted my legs, and instinctively, I wrapped my ankles around his lower back, drawing him closer as he thrust his hips forward. My own hips instinctively arched to meet his, and I felt him push deeper, further still, until the sensation was almost overwhelming, a delicious pressure against the very depths of me. Just as I thought I might be undone, he withdrew slightly, teasingly, before plunging back in with a fervor that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me, leaving me breathless and gasping for more.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to stop?"

"Don’t stop," I gasped out.

He bent low, capturing my lips with his. He retreated momentarily before plunging back into the me with fervor. A soft moan escaped me, mingling with the warmth of his mouth, as the lingering ache I had felt moments ago faded into oblivion, replaced by a wave of intoxicating pleasure that washed over me. He withdrew almost completely, then pressed forward once more, transforming his movements into a seamless, rhythmic dance that left me breathless, gasping for more. My desire for him was insatiable; I craved every part of him, yearning to lose myself entirely in his embrace. The pleasure enveloped us, creating a world where nothing else mattered but the two of us entwined in passion by the flickering glow of the fire.

The tempo intensified, quickening as he synchronized with the fervent movements of my body. Waves of pleasure surged within me, growing more intense until my eyes widened in astonishment, teetering on the edge of a bliss so profound it felt almost overwhelming. As the muscles within me danced and contracted around him, drawing him closer, he seized my hips, driving deep into me, pressing against my very core.

A sensation of ecstasy, unlike anything I had ever known, blossomed within me, enveloping me in a radiant glow. It was as if a brilliant white light had ignited my very being, illuminating every corner of my soul. In that moment, I felt the warmth of his essence surge within me, a powerful wave that filled me completely, leaving me breathless and utterly transformed.

An irresistible, primal urge surged within me, one that I simply could not resist. In a heartbeat, I found myself lunging forward, my teeth sinking into the tender flesh of his neck. A deep, guttural moan escaped his lips, reverberating through the air, as he instinctively tilted his head to grant me even greater access. I leaned into him, my lips and tongue exploring the warmth of his skin, savoring every moment. The word "mine" echoed fiercely in my mind, a declaration of possession that felt as ancient as time itself.

As he pressed deeper into me, I playfully nibbled at his skin, a teasing dance of passion igniting between us. Our breaths mingled in a symphony of moans and gasps, each sound a testament to the exquisite pleasure we were sharing. In that intoxicating moment, we surrendered completely to one another, our bodies trembling in blissful harmony, and a delighted giggle bubbled up from my lips, a sweet note in our shared melody. With a tender motion, he shifted to the side, enveloping me in his warm embrace, showering my face with soft, affectionate kisses that made my heart flutter.

As I slowly blinked awake, my gaze fell upon the delicate little paw print etched on the side of his neck, a reminder of our shared intimacy. Scattered around it were a few sweet kiss marks, each one whispering tales of affection and warmth, painting a picture of our tender embraces. I soft and happy giggle escaped my lips and I gently touched the mark.

"My mate," I said softly.

Coming Next Time: Tender Care