Chapter 190: Last Morning Together[+18]
Ka’z woke to the wet heat of Za’r’s mouth already wrapped around his cock, the slow pull of her lips and tongue drawing him fully hard before his eyes had even opened.
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains and painted the room in muted gold as she worked him with unhurried thoroughness, one hand stroking the base while her tongue swirled over the sensitive head on every upward glide.
The sensation pulled a low groan from his throat and his hand found her hair almost by instinct, fingers threading through the strands without forcing her rhythm. She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes warm with intent, and continued the steady suction until the pressure built too high to hold.
Ka’z’s hips lifted slightly off the bed as the climax took him, thick pulses spilling across her tongue while she swallowed without hesitation, keeping him in her mouth through every aftershock until the last tremor faded.
She released him only when he had softened, then wrapped her fingers around the spent cock and began a slow, patient handjob, palm gliding from root to tip with just enough pressure to coax life back into him.
"Good morning or Good bye... I don’t know which one to say." Za’r smiled bitterly.
"Le... Let’s not do that... It would only make us sadder than we already are." Ka’z gasped.
Za’r nodded lightly, her gaze never leaving his cock while she stroked."So how long will it take this time?"
Huff!
Ka’z exchanged loudly and shifted his body, but the sensation was overwhelming. "I’m not sure... It depends on how long it takes to beat the Haflings or for the Gnolls to lose. I’ll try to end it as quickly as possible."
Za’r simply nodded and said nothing else.
Ka’z watched her face while she worked, the soft concentration in her expression, the way her thumb occasionally brushed the underside in a way that made his breath catch.
The second rise was gradual but inevitable under her careful attention, blood returning until he stood rigid and aching in her fist once more.
Only then did she climb over him, knees settling on either side of his hips, and guided the swollen head to her entrance. She sank down in one long, wet glide that seated him fully inside her, both of them releasing a shared sigh at the sudden completeness of the connection.
Za’r rode him with deep, rolling motions, rising until only the tip remained before lowering herself again until their hips met flush. Her inner walls clinging to him with slick heat that made the friction exquisite.
Her hands rested on his chest for balance, fingers spreading over the steady beat of his heart, while her eyes stayed locked on his.
Ka’z’s palms settled on her waist, thumbs tracing slow circles over the soft scales as he thrust upward to meet each downward stroke. The wet sounds of their joining filled the quiet room, soft and rhythmic, mixing with the low sounds of pleasure that escaped her throat whenever he angled just right.
She leaned forward after a time, pressing her breasts to his chest so that every movement rubbed her more fully against him, and the added contact made her inner muscles flutter around his cock.
The climax built for him in a long, inevitable wave. When it crested he held her hips firmly and spilled into her with a rough exhale, body tightening beneath hers while she continued to rock through every pulse, milking him until he was spent and trembling.
She stayed seated on him for several breaths, forehead resting against his, before lifting herself carefully.
"Let me take over now." Ka’z smiled and Za’r smiled back with a brief nod.
Ka’z sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stood, drawing her with him. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he guided himself back inside her and began to move while still standing.
The new angle let him drive deeper, hands supporting her under the thighs while she clung to his shoulders and met every upward thrust with a downward grind of her own. Their faces remained close, breaths mingling, the soft slap of their bodies filling the space between them.
Za’r’s arms tightened around his neck each time he bottomed out, her soft cries rising against his ear. The standing position demanded more effort, the constant lift and drop of her weight adding a new intensity to every stroke, yet neither of them rushed. He kept the rhythm measured and deep until the pressure became impossible to ignore.
When the climax took him he pressed her firmly against him and came hard, flooding her once more while her own release clenched around him in tight waves that prolonged the spill.
"God we should... We should do that more often." Za’r gasped while holding on tight.
"When I get back we can do that every day if you want." Ka’z smiled back at her, his chest heaving back and forth.
They remained locked together for a long moment afterward, both breathing hard, before Ka’z carefully lowered her onto the bed and followed her down into the missionary position.
He settled between her open thighs and entered her again with the same unhurried care, sliding in until he was fully sheathed and her legs had wrapped around his waist.
Ka’z braced his weight on his forearms so that their faces stayed close and began to move with deep, measured strokes, the wet heat of her body welcoming him as though it had been waiting.
Za’r’s hands roamed his back, nails tracing light paths along muscle and scale, while she lifted her hips to meet every advance. Their mouths found each other in soft, open kisses that broke only when the intensity of sensation forced a shared gasp.
The room filled once more with the soft sounds of skin meeting skin, the mingled breath that grew steadily heavier. Ka’z kept the pace deliberate even as the urge to drive harder rose, determined to give her every second of closeness the morning still allowed.
He felt her tighten around him in gradual waves, her inner muscles fluttering and then clamping down in a long, rolling climax that pulled a low moan from her throat and made her thighs quiver against his sides. The feel of her pleasure dragged him closer to his own edge.
When he came the third time it was with his face buried against her neck, body locked tight as he emptied himself into her again, the pulses strong and prolonged while she held him through it.
"Are you satisfied now?" Ka’z mumbled, breathing down her neck.
Za’r shook her head while her hand caressed his hair gently. "Just a bit more... You can’t leave until I know you have gone dry and empty."
They stayed joined for several breaths before he slipped free and she turned onto her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder with quiet invitation. Ka’z moved behind her and entered the doggy position in one smooth thrust that seated him deep.
The rhythm began slowly, his hands steady on her hips as he withdrew nearly all the way before pressing forward again in long, controlled strokes. Za’r pushed back to meet him, the arch of her back deepening with every meeting of their bodies, and the new angle let him reach places that made her breath catch and her fingers curl into the bedding.
After a time her arms began to tremble from the sustained position. Ka’z felt the shift and followed her down as she collapsed forward onto her chest and shoulders, the angle changing into a deeper, more intimate collapsed doggy.
He covered her body with his own, chest to her back, one arm braced beside her while the other slid beneath to hold her close. The thrusts became shorter, denser, the friction tighter as he ground into her with rolling hips. Their breathing synchronized, harsh and open against each other’s skin.
Za’r’s soft cries rose in pitch as another climax took her, inner walls clenching and releasing in powerful waves that milked him relentlessly. The sensation tore the fourth release from him without mercy. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with a final heavy load while his body shuddered against hers and her name left his lips in a rough whisper.
They stayed locked together afterward, neither willing to move. Ka’z’s weight rested carefully over her back, his face pressed to the curve of her shoulder, while her fingers found his and laced through them.
Sweat slicked both their bodies, the room warm with the scent of sex and the lingering heat of shared effort. Eventually he eased to the side just enough that she could turn beneath him, and they settled facing each other, still tangled, still breathing hard.
Soft smiles curved both their mouths as they stared into each other’s eyes.
"Don’t take too long... I don’t know how many lonely mornings I can deal with." Za’r said.
Ka’z smiled. "A lot of Haflings will die very quickly and gruesomely because of this request."
Za’r nodded without a care in the world. "I don’t care how many or fast they die. I just want to be able to feel your warm body against mine every morning and night."