The LEVELER King ✔

BOOK 2: CHAPTER 14

The entrance barred by the sloths' wide rumps, Idsel gestured up, yelling above the storm, "Our level's not that high."

Climbing up the rough ridges of the wall took some time, Idsel at the lead.

Fatigue robbed him of speed, but thoughts of Nala kept him in motion. He dragged himself up onto the ledge.

His body cried out for rest but he refused to allow it until Nala had also successfully completed the journey. As soon as Nala climbed up, she grabbed Idsel in the chest of his robe.

The action was aggressive but the unfamiliar expression on Nala's face told Idsel that somewhere in their journey from the ground, something had changed in the Summoner.

Nala watched him a moment more before letting him go and seeing to undoing her own robe.

Idsel caught sight of the Summoner's four breasts, slick with oil long before the robe was even open. This area, used mostly to store dried food was vacant but they were only one level away from their own nest.

Her shoulders bare, Nala dropped the wet robe to the floor and it fell with a graceless plop.

In the months that passed, Idsel's bed had remained empty. He'd convinced himself that he wasn't waiting for Nala to come back into the nest. For a time his mind had been convinced, but now, as Nala approached and untied Idsel's robe, his body betrayed him.

Idsel guarded his eyes and tried to look to the upper level. "Curse you, Summoner, we're nearly there."

A sharp cry escaped Idsel's lips when Nala yanked him by the tail.

Her right hand pushing against Idsel's chest, Nala guided him backward until they were out of the rain.

Nala let go long enough to toss Idsel's robe down. Still with her left hand tugging at the tail, her right pushing Idsel back against the wall, she brought their cheeks close and rubbed their groins together.

The clicking sounds Nala made conveyed no speech, they were unfamiliar and strange.

Still weak from the day's labor, Idsel allowed his body to droop. He landed on his hands and knees, with the Summoner's right hand sliding under him.

Nala traced the length of Idsel's member, tugging at the tip until it oozed.

Idsel's tail. He couldn't remember the last time it had been touched to stimulate him. Citel had romped with it, but not for long, not properly, and Nala herself never regarded it other than brushing it aside without thinking.

Using that firm grip now, Nala dragged Idsel back, forcing him to stretch his body.

Idsel wondered about Nala's intent.

The quiet Summoner positioned herself under him but pushed Idsel's jutting penis down and he understood. It was similar to how he'd gone about mating with the queen. It was also similar to how Idsel had first mated with Nala by forcing his way with a smaller tool for comfort's sake.

Nala turned and knelt under Idsel, pushing him back until she sat on his lap again and again. Each time Idsel's penis pushed at Nala's twitching slit. It popped in once, but Nala guided Idsel out then in again.

This time was deeper but she still yanked Idsel forward, using his tail as a prompt.

A groan leaving his throat, Idsel sat back and held on, refusing to let her get up again. He twisted his hips, beyond pleased when Nala cried out as his member lengthened, finally entering her fully against her will.

When it was thick and long, Idsel eased her up then down again.

Their size difference made mating a challenge—Idsel being much larger now. They could not always do much on their knees but this was a new approach.