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“Runar, are you certain you’re all right?” Y’shtola asked, crossing her room to where he sat, pouring over some scrolls.
“Y-yes, Master Matoya,” he answered hastily. “Everything is alright.” Aside from the raging erection in his robes. He knew it would be incredibly obvious if he were to stand.
“You’re flushed,” she said, putting her hand on his forehead. “I admit I lack knowledge of Ronso physiology, but I feel like you’re feverish.”
“N-no, all is well. I feel great!” he said, a little too loudly.
She seized his chin and turned his head to face her. Her forcefulness only stoked the heat building below. “Runar. I won’t have you pretending aught is fine just to avoid troubling me. You’ve been staring at that same section of scroll for over a bell. Out with it.”
Y’shtola released his chin and he looked down at his hands in his lap. “Er….. I’m embarrassed to say…” he confessed.
“Naught shall leave this room,” she told him, a more gentle tone in her voice.
“We Ronso, we….” he chewed one side of his upper lip. “Periodically, we must…” He scrubbed his face in his hands. “Typically, I would…” All false starts.
He looked up at Y’shtola, and while her arms were crossed over her chest, her face showed patience. Yes, he could trust her. If he could trust no one else, he could trust her.
“Ronso enjoy a period of estrus, once a month,” he finally blurted. Her eyebrows raised, but she said nothing. He continued. “There is another that I typically relieve the urges with, but she is gone hunting, and won’t return for another few nights.”
“I see,” she finally said.
“I know you’re not interested in the pleasures of the flesh, so I won’t ask you to help me. I’ll see if I can’t find someone else,” Runar conceded. “I’m sorry to have worried you.” He moved to stand, but she put her hand out to stop him.
“It’s true that I don’t seek the companionship of another in that way, certainly not in the same way as some of my colleagues from home do. However, I do endeavor to learn new things about this world around me, and nor is it my wont to leave a dear friend in distress. So, if you would have me, I would like to assist you,” she said. “I have known the bodies of others in the past, borne of curiosity of the differences between the Spoken races here and in my home.”
He grew redder, the tinge peeking out around the light fur on his face. He ran a nervous hand over his hair. “Er… before you agree, you should be privy to more information,” he said. Finally, he stood. The tent in his robes that the enormous erection made was unmistakable. But, her eyes the way they were, he wasn’t sure if she would be able to see it.
And she couldn’t, really. But she could infer from his concern what was going on. She closed the gap between them and ran her fingers over the front of the smooth fabric. When she felt just how much of him there was, her eyebrows raised. While her touch sent hot levin up his spine, he managed to get more words out. “I-it’s alright if you change your mind. I’ll not hold you to it,” he said.
“Runar, have you ever known me to back down from a challenge?” she asked, a smirk on her face. She started untying the laces holding the skirt of his robes on. “Let me see you properly.”
Runar felt like he had died and was on his way to the sunless sea. When he was honest with himself, he could admit that he was smitten with Master Matoya, but he also knew she would leave one day. She’d been clear from the beginning that her time among the Night’s Blessed would one day come to an end. And even if it was just the once, he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
He pulled her against him and seized her lips for his own, despite the differences. A purr emanated from deep within his chest as her hands never missed a beat in disrobing him. The laces released, the robe dropped from his body, revealing his naked form in full.
And full was certainly the word. Y’shtola stepped away from his kisses, drawing a keening whine from him. But it was necessary for her to take him in. Already he was nearly fully erect, and nearly big around enough for her to struggle to wrap her thumb and middle finger around. Even with her long nails taken into account. And just at the base of the head lurked the biggest barrier of all. His knot. Even Ronso women sometimes struggled to take it, let alone the smaller races.
Seeming to make a decision, she reached behind herself to open the ornamental clasp holding the top of her dress together. “P-please, allow me,” Runar said gently. She smiled and turned her back so he could tug open the laces at the back of her dress. It slipped gently off her shoulders and pooled in blackness on the ground. But, ever particular about things, she stooped to pick it up and drape it over a nearby chair before sitting to get out of her boots. Her own face was pink, and her eyes spent as much time on the task her fingers were set to as they did on him.
And in the state he was in, he didn’t need to touch her to know that her arousal was growing. He could smell it in the air. The intensity only increased once her boots were off and she padded her way over the rugs to him again. He seized her once again, pulling her forcefully against him. “Take me as you need,” she offered.
“I… I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed.
“I will tell you when I’ve had enough. If you hear me say Sharlayan, then all your efforts must cease,” she told him.
“Right,” he nodded. His cock twitched with anticipation.
She wrapped her hand loosely around its base and turned to guide him to the bed. Being led by his cock sent off lightning bolts in his brain. It took every onze of his strength to not just grab her and fuck her senselessly into the bed. But no, that wasn’t how he wanted to do this. Not with her.
She sat him on the bed and brought one of his hands up between her legs. He groaned when he felt just how wet she was. Obediently he brought his fingers up between her folds, and was even bold enough to slip one within her. “Oh, Runar…” she moaned.
He grew bolder. He raised his other hand up to play at one of her breasts. She crawled into his lap, bringing the other nearer to his lips so he could suck and nibble at it. He was lost in his exuberance, and he bit what he thought was a little too hard. But before he could apologize, she let out an appreciative moan, and she grew all the wetter.
Her moans grew louder as he continued playing with her. All at once she moved away, putting one foot back on the floor. “Much more of that, and I’ll be lost,” she said breathlessly with a smile. “Lie back. I think that might make this easier.”
Runar moved obediently, settling onto the pillows of her bed. Y’shtola magically locked the door from a distance before climbing in over him. “Pray keep still…” she asked of him. “As much as you can, that is.”
She took him in her hand, his length forcing her to lean far enough forward that her tits were hanging in Runar’s face. He reached up and played with them some more, pinching the nipples hard in his fingers. But she got him in position, and he was nearly undone by just the feeling of her entrance pressed against his cockhead. Reflexively his fingers pinched her even harder and she let out a pleased yelp. She leaned herself against his cock, taking deep, occasionally shuddering breaths.
“How have I become such a lucky man?” he breathed. He could feel her slowly envelop him. Each push took more and more of him into her.
“‘Tis naught more than you deserve,” she answered breathlessly. She rocked her hips forward and back, still stretching to take all of him. She was certain a bottle of wine might fit inside her at this point. But the stretch wasn’t horribly painful. So she pressed on.
“Like I said, it’s all right if you can’t…” Runar told her.
She shook her head fiercely. “No, I want to feel it! I’ve read tales of the experience with a knot like yours. I want to know every ilm it for myself.”
He moaned at her words, and his cock twitched again. Which made her moan in turn. Her slow pace was maddening, but he didn’t dare rush her. She pulled nearly all the way off of him, and pressed down over his cock head. She felt so close to breaking through. So close to being totally, and utterly his. Her pace picked up somewhat, borne of her own impatience. Each roll of her hips brought her down harder and harder on him, and she spread more and more.
Finally, with one involuntary twitch of his hips, she was over it. They both moaned out loudly, her eyes blown wide open her face in a shocked expression. “Never have I known…” she whimpered, uncharacteristically inarticulate.
Moving herself over his knot brought loud, moaning gasps out of her. “T-take me…” she begged.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He aggressively rolled her onto her back and snapped his hips deep inside her. Once she was over the knot, the rest of him was easy. And his rapid movements shoved it forcibly over her most sensitive of places.
He took her wrists in one of his massive hands and pinned them over her head. His other hand felt over her stomach. Ah, yes, he could feel himself within her. Y’shtola moaned and thrashed under him. She didn’t look anywhere near using her safe word. Attempting to yank her hands free seemed to only spur on her pleasure. And soon, she came. But it would not be the last time.
“I want it all, Runar,” she begged him. “Please…”
So he released her hands and held onto her hips. He took slower, but longer and deeper strokes. Somehow, impossibly, she was nearly taking him to the hilt. “Master Matoya, you’re absolutely beautiful like this,” he purred. Watching her writhing only made his own finish tip all the closer. He was torn between enjoying this for as long as he could, and watching her as the knot expanded within her to hold all his cum in place. The image his mind created for him made the decision. With a few thrusts he came with a growl, burying himself all the way inside her.
The rapidly expanding knot took her by surprise. But judging by how she moaned and trembled, it was not an unpleasant one. As he filled her with both his member and his cum, she came as well, drinking in as much of him as she was capable of. His twitching hips and cock drew loud gasps from her as the knot rubbed over her g spot. He brought her against his chest as he laid on his side to not crush her. Her limbs were far too noodly to allow her to position herself on top of him, despite her insistent humping. “Do you want one more?” he asked her.
“Never have I wanted aught more in my life…” she begged.
So, he would accommodate. He hitched one of her legs up over his hip and kept fucking her as much as he could since he was still far too engorged to safely remove himself from her. She was lost in the stars. But her vocal breaths came more and more rapidly as she reached yet another peak. She curled herself against his furry chest,tugging on the longer fur over his pectorals, to release one last howling orgasm before she collapsed limply on the bed beside him.
“Are you all right?” he asked her gently. He pushed her hair off her cheek and neck.
“Aye…” she breathed. “I haven’t any feeling in… any of my body…”
He smiled. “Just rest, my beautiful star,” he told her. He twisted a bit to cover them in the blankets. It would be some time before his body released her, so they were sleeping here for what remained of the far-too-bright evening.
“Runar…” she murmured before finally dropping off into exhausted sleep.