The Last Pack

19. AN OASIS IN HER DESERT

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of a s****l nature. Please read at your own discretion.

Conri arrived at Fidella’s cell only to be stunned by the inebriating scent of his mate. Almond milk and honey had always been her signature, but right now it seemed more like a drug than a scent, and he was drunk on the desire with each gulp he swallowed. Opening the door, the mood completely changed, his Fidella was twisted like a spindle, her face contorted in anguish. Iselda had a bucket of ice-cold water next to her and was saturating the rags before covering her Luna in them.

“Iselda, what’s happening to her?”

“She’s in heat Alpha, thank the Goddess you are here. You will ease her suffering now,” Iselda answered, barely looking at Conri in her attempt to cool down her friend.

“What should I do?” Conri asked. Iselda looked at him with a frown.

“Alpha, you need to hold her and pleasure her,” She responded, curious that he wasn’t aware already.

“Iselda, she doesn’t even know I’m here, and I don’t want the circumstances of our first time together to be coitus or pain. It’s not much of a choice. I’ve never pleasured someone who means something to me before, I’ve only had to do it as the entertainment, for the Heaton parties,” Conri blushed while telling her, but no amount of embarrassment would stop him being everything Fidella needed, even if that included the part of blushing Alpha to get the answers he needed. Realising what he meant, Iselda stood before him and gave him a reassuring pat on his arm.

“When you hold her in your arms she will break through her delirium, at no point should your skin not touch hers. The heat will start to cool off when she has her first climax, the more she has the less pain she will be in, so constantly use your hands and mouth in as many inventive ways as you can,” With her brief tutorial completed, Iselda left the fated couple alone.

Conri crouched down next to Fidella’s bed and submerged the cloth into the cold bucket of water, before dabbing it across her forehead and neck. Her hair was stuck to her face in a curled pattern and she had a frown as deep as a trench on her forehead as she tried to tolerate what she was feeling. He carefully brushed his knuckles over her cheek bones, suddenly aware of the contrast between his rough hands and her delicate, satin skin. He looked at his hand, still amazed by the tingling sensation he experienced each time he touched her. If he could live for a lifetime, it would mean nothing if she wasn’t there for every second of them. He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, cherishing the sensation of her against his lips. She slightly opened her eyes and a soft smile graced her face, just when Conri didn’t think she could become more beautiful, she radiated with a simple change of facial expression. Dropping his nose into the crook of her neck, he breathed in as deeply as he was able, drowning in lust. Einar encouraged him to lick the joint between her shoulder and neck and when he did, Fidella produced a primal moan that caused a pearl of his seed to bead at his helmet.

Dropping his loin cloth, Conri lay next to Fidella with his arm under her neck and his leg over her hip, the entire length of her back against his front. Although he could feel the little twitches of her pain, she already seemed more at peace like she had found an oasis in her hot desert. He gently turned her face towards his own, and dotted light kisses across her face and the corners of her mouth. In response, she darted her tongue against his lips. Seeing that she was responding to him, he bombarded her mouth with his tongue and was delighted when she began a battle of supremacy. Regretfully, she had to admit defeat when he sucked on her bottom lip, holding it hostage with his teeth before letting it go, resulting in a sound like a raindrop hitting denser water. Conri was battling against his respectful intentions and his need to pound into her sweet body. Eventually, his reason was victorious, but they were both desperate for further friction. He hitched her leg over his hips while he gently rocked his shaft next to her damp slit, the thin blanket that Conri had placed between them was darker with the excitement oozing from them both. The pressure was so tantalizing that it interrupted Fidella’s fever and her eyes opened wide and hungry as she devoured the sight of her muscular, stimulating mate.

“Conri, I can only feel you and this burning fire, please, I need you to burn with me,” Fidella pleaded.

Conri straddled her hips. His c**k was throbbing, but she was all that mattered to him. Carefully, positioned above her, he chased each sweat drop with his tongue, the sweetness of her skin was addictive. He rubbed his thumb over each of her n*****s while dragging his tongue down the valley between her magnificent mounds. Astonished, he watched as her already hardened n*****s extended further and the soft skin around them seemed to pull tighter like a hydrangea bud, in a beautiful maze like pattern that Conri was determined to get lost in. Grazing his teeth against her erect flower heads caused her to push them deeper into his mouth. He was determined to suck every fragment of pleasure from them. Conri took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in an effort to control his own aching, dripping needs.

Conri slid his hand between the apex of his mate’s thighs. He could feel the heat emitting from her p***y and the sweat made her slippery, but he could also feel the thicker fluid of her slick, and for the first time ever his mouth salivated at the thought of tasting it. The morsel that was currently there wouldn’t be able to satisfy him, so he planned on producing as much as possible. Taking her n****e into his mouth once again, he used them as a warm up for how he would devour her gushing gap later. He circled and tapped her clit with his thumb, alternating between the two motions, and steadily increasing the pressure as her thighs became more rigid. Using the knuckle of his index finger, he rubbed up and down her inner fleshy lips like the boat man of the underworld wading through the rivers, since Conri was slowly being killed by his own self-composed constraint, the irony wasn’t lost on him. His middle finger required a lot more concentration, even though Fidella was sopping wet, her entrance was incredibly tight. He desperately hoped that the stimulation he was giving her would distract her from any discomfort, so he was shocked when Fidella called out to him,

“Push it in all the way Conri, I need it deeper!”

Like a pilgrim at his Goddess' temple, he committed himself to her pleasure. He slowly slid in, up to the joint where his finger met his hand. The groan from his Luna’s mouth was almost his undoing, and perhaps would have been if not for what came next. In his effort not to explode on Fidella’s stomach, his hand slightly tensed and his finger, which was buried into Fidella, contracted and the tip of his digit tapped something that felt similar to a honeycomb texture. He became determined to yield all the sweetness he could from it.

“Dear Gods and Goddesses! Please do that again Conri,” Fidella screamed.

Pinning down the rougher internal wall, he moved his finger back and forth, noticing the scent of almond and honey becoming more prevalent. Her inner walls clenched to the point that it hurt his hand, but he wouldn’t stop now. He thought he might not ever stop. As it was about to become unbearable, Fidella called out in ecstasy as the surge of thick c*m covered Conri’s hand and thighs. Unable to resist, he tasted her cream off his fingers and revelled in the ambrosia of arousal, causing his own c**k to yearn for release.

Watching her shaky legs and her slight shiver now that the first wave of her heat had been subdued, Conri put his own pleasure to the side. He pulled up the sheet and covered their bodies, being mindful to ensure their skin was always touching. He returned her leg to his hip and placed his hand on her lower back as she put her head on his chest, and he cupped her head with his other hand. Her body stiffened and Conri was concerned he had done something wrong.

“What about the Heatons? I don’t want you to get punished for being here,” Fidella asked anxiously.

“Until this is over, my queen, there are no Heatons, there is only you and me living in our small cottage spending time in each other’s arms. Sleep while you are cool, I’ll be here when you wake,” Conri softly whispered, while tenderly kissing her eyelids.