Zasha's Capture (manxman)

Chapter 16

It was strange, sitting and eating in his rooms with Gowron as if it were a normal part of his everyday life. He hardly had time to consider this as he ate, constantly aware of his mate's presence. He was nervous, waiting for the moment he knew was coming soon. When Gowron captured his hand, he realized the moment had come.

He was barely able to stop himself from squirming in his seat as Gowron licked and nibbled. He had never thought of hands as being able to receive such a sensual touch, but he was discovering this now. With every lick and bite, new nerves were being awakened. His palm, the webbing of his fingers, even the soft meat below his thumb was not immune.

How many times had he felt the power within him flow through those very same hands that were now receiving an intimate caress?

His hand was abandoned suddenly, only to be wrapped in Gowron's own as he pulled them towards the bedroom. Zasha followed behind him, his heart fluttering in his chest. He stood behind him for a moment as Gowron paused in the doorway, before he was swept into his arms and taken towards the bed.

How long had he prayed for this moment? Dreaming and wishing for it? But now that it was upon him, he was filled not only with desire, but also nervousness verging on fear. He was no longer as naïve as he had been when they had first met. He knew the manner in which men made love, and he would have to be blind not to notice the difference in size between himself and his mate. 

He had no doubt in Gowron, but he also had no experience other than their first encounter, and what he had been brave enough to try himself. He realized he was trembling as he was lowered to the bed. Gowron carefully removed his boots, setting them near the edge of the bed. His leather bracers and empty weapon belt following them. Golden eyes turned to regard Zasha with burning intensity.

"Gowron," he failed to hide the tremor in his voice.

"Shh. Trust me, I promise to be gentle. I will not do anything you do not wish. You are my Tsar'sen, I would never harm you." Zasha found his smaller body being framed between Gowron's arms as he climbed onto the bed.

A gentle kiss silenced anymore fears he had.

Ah Goddess, it had been so long. So many tears. So many cycles of loneliness. They melted away as Gowron lips caressed his own. The serpentine tongue he remembered sought out his own, invading his mouth to tease and tempt his tongue out to play. It flickered just past his open lips, tickling and licking at him. He wrapped his arms around Gowron's neck, sliding them underneath wriggling tentacles. His embrace was answered, not only by muscular arms, but also by all those extra limbs, curling and stroking him.

 With each passing moment the kiss became more intense. His tongue was captured by the suction of Gowron's mouth, and he felt the gentle bite of teeth. The feeling of his tongue being nipped and squeezed sent pulses of sensation through him. He moaned and pressed his body upwards, needing something more than just this passionate kiss. In answer, strong fingers tangled in his intricate braids, pulling his head back to bare his neck.

 He shifted his legs, opening them so that Gowron could lie between them. He failed to stop his shocked moan as a hand and several tentacles wound their way up his tunic, pressing warm scaled flesh along his skin.

The curve of his neck was being thoroughly lathed with a flickering tongue. The shivers of fear from before were now replaced with quivering moans. Embarrassed by the sounds he was making, he covered his mouth with his hand, biting his fingers to quiet the unbidden noise.

A tentacle wrapped around his wrist, pulling the hand away. Gowron hissed against his antennae. The true snake-like sound was accompanied by a vibrating tongue. It drew the loudest moan yet from him.