The Black

Mac and Lyri headed home after their visit with her father. They were cruising along the coast in Vito, taking in the last light before heading home for the evening

“Well, that was enlightening.” Mac chuckled.

“Which part? I’m not exactly calm about possibly having to carry deliver a five and a half kilo baby” Lyri chuckled.

“Well. Yea. I wasn’t expecting Delmar babies to be born so small or so early.” Mac commented. “Your father doesn’t seem to think there will be any complication, other than conception. He isn’t quite sure how human sperm are going to interact with a Delmar underutilized egg.” Macs voice was quiet, almost contemplative. “It might be a problem considering how often we make love without any protection.. if you were human, you would already be pregnant.”

“We haven’t.. been making love without ‘protection’” lyrian mumbled as she landed Vito. Mac gave her a quizzical look as they got out and headed for the door.

She saw it and giggled, blushing slightly. “I forget that you aren’t Delmar sometimes… you're so” she bit her lower lip “good with me”.

Lyri stepped through the door and Mac closed it quickly before slipping up behind her and driving a hand down the front of her pants, hooking two fingers inside before pulling her to him. “You were saying about protection” he whispered in her ear withdrawing his soaked fingers just far enough to move them in infuriatingly slow circles.

Lyri managed to regain control just enough to dislodge his fingers and turned to face him, still biting her lip. “Females have…” was all she got out Before he overwhelmed her again with his will and drove both hands under her top, stripping off her undershirt and poncho, pushing her up against the wall, and using them to capture her arms over her head before locking lips around her left nipple.

“Mhmm?” He mumbled as his tongue swirled around her aureola before sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could and reversing direction with his tongue rabidly flicking the tip of her nipple with it as her will failed. She was pinned against the wall with his left hand holding both her arms over her head, his right began to unlace her pants before sliding down to her womanhood once more. All she could do was arch her back. Bucking slightly to his touch. She finally got one hand free and tugged at his belt. A few moments later his belt was loose and his pants and boxers fell to his ankles. He had switched breasts and now released her right nipple from his lips and locked eyes with her.

She could feel him through the claiming. Tonight wasn’t going to be about babies, or love making. His emotions almost overpowered her, and she grabbed him about his waist with her legs and lifted herself until the tip of his manhood was just inside her. She took a few moments to work his tip, slowly coating him with herself. Then, with the last of her will, she bared her fangs at him, daring him to dominate her. She would not submit to him tonight. With all her newfound strength, she wrapped her caves around the back of him, and drove herself bodily down onto him. She refused to moan, not yet. She pushed all her possessiveness through her link to meet his own. He grunted as he sank into her, she took all of him, driving him in with her legs until their hips slammed together. She gripped his hips like a vice. Daring him to fight her.

He released her captured arm and grabbed her by the hips. He began grinding into her, stirring small circles around inside her in a maddeningly slow movement. Her grip around his waist faltered and the hunter took his advantage, driving his arms between her thighs and hooking her knees in his elbows as he planted his hands wide on the wall. He took advantage of her mistake and soon she was suspended from his arms by her legs in an almost split. He still hadn’t moved inside her. Using his manhood and his hips to keep her up against the wall during this. Now, with her weight supported by his arms. He pulled all the way out until his tip was just spreading her entrance. Then he drove back into her until their hips collided. He slowly sped up until he was pounding away at her womanhood. She finally released a moan as she began to climax.

Mac had learned that Lyrian did not tend to have multiple orgasms. She tended to reach climax and stay there as long as he could last. He could feel her fight for control of her body. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and head for stability, her abs rippling under her skin as she used the leverage to drive her hips into his every thrust. Mac felt himself building and so did Lyri as her control finally failed her. She wrapped her arms around him as he drove into her a final time and their hips slammed together as he exploded... he held here there, and she held him to her chest with her arms. He kissed and teased each of her nipples in turn as they rode each other’s waves of ecstasy until they faded. He slipped from her after a few minutes more and he carried her to their shower.

Soon after, they collapsed onto the bed. Mac was in the center, lying on his back. His angel’s skin was pressed against his side. She had wiggled in until his rib cage was between her breasts, he could see a still perky nipple peeking out on top. She had her head on his chest with her left leg wrapped around his waist. He felt the slight heat between her thighs as she rocked her hips against his upper thigh, pressing her womanhood to his leg. Her tail was wrapped around his lower leg as she drank in his body heat with that contented hum of hers.

“So, what’s this about protection again?” Mac picked up their passionately interrupted conversation. It was early yet, and neither one was ready for sleep.

She hummed one more time into his chest before starting, “Do you remember when I told you that the female is the only one who can claim a man, and that it was too dangerous to have sexual flings? It’s why I was a ‘virgin’ the night I claimed you.”

“You were pretty skilled for a virgin, luv.” he teased gently.

“The link helps with that. Delmar claiming instincts do the rest. Once a Delmar female claims her mate, she is biologically programmed to get… creative until she feels what her mate likes. Although, tonight was different. I’ve never felt you like that before. It was intense, predatory. If we weren’t linked I would have been terrified.” she kisses his chest. Then pushed herself up to lock his lips in hers before nipping his lower lip. Pulling it gently with her fangs being careful not to draw blood. “I loved it” She whispered to him.

Mac had learned that this was a female side effect of the claiming. Once a male was claimed the female’s possessiveness would become more aggressive.

“Your species is a paradox, you know that?” He chucked as she pushed up to straddle him, pressing her breasts to his chest as he looked into her eyes. “Human females are either dominant or submissive in personality. If you are an incredibly dominantly possessive, especially with me; but I know I could take you at any moment and you would not be able or even desire to resist.”

She felt herself moisten at his words, unable to keep from grinding her hips on his manhood. He smiled and grabbed her ass, lifting her up only to slide her back down his quickly hardening shaft as she whimpered and went limp, collapsing onto his chest.

“No I couldn’t stop …..ooooooohhhhh you from doing anything right now.” She regained her composure as Mac was content to simply invade her womanhood without moving further. Despite that, her body spasmed about his manhood causing her to shudder and him to grunt.

“This the other half of the claiming. When a female claims a man, she also biologically surrenders the choice of children to him. Each bond creates a ….. hmmmmmm…. unique ‘trigger’. It’s subconscious and most bonded stumble onto it by the second year of the claiming. Ooooooo…. When it happens, if basic needs like food, water, shelter, and safety are considered met; the females cannot say no, her body will release a flood of hormones both remove her body’s ability to kill off male seed, but also boost the male's endurance and production, while removing her ability to control her instincts.” She explained. Very slightly rocking her hips to keep them both stimulated. “In short... ohh gods… a female Delmar cannot get pregnant until the male tells her…. Uuuhhhhh….. to. And after the first time. The male can initiate it at any time. His mate's body will react immediately as long as she is without a child, fed and safe. We think it is This way because of our need to secure future generations in a dangerou….. “ she never finished as Mac sat up and drove himself further in, pulling her breasts to lips.

This time was all lovemaking. Slow, passionate, gentle, yet deep and powerful. Lyrian climaxed first and Mac flipped her over on her back to hold her in ecstasy for another hour before he gave in and pressed himself in as far as he could go, he bottomed out inside her and came hard a second time. At least he thought he did until lyri moaned and snapped her legs around him. His climax caused her to squeeze him like a vice, driving the last of him fully inside her, his tip slammed into furthest folds of her woman hood as he filled her. They collapsed a second time, as mac rolled to have her return to her position up against his side. The void had more air than the space between them as they drifted off to sleep.

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Lyri felt the warmth of the sun on her face as it crept into their room through their picturesque glass door. It overlooked the cleared area that housed the hanger, the runway, and a big portion of the fine sand beaches of the straight. She felt the characteristic heat from her mate radiating behind her. She stirred slightly, only to feel him at full mast, his manhood pressed between her ass cheeks and up against her lower back. She remembered him telling her about human male ‘morning wood’ and a wave of desire swept over her despite last night’s passion. She could feel him softly breathing behind her. They had somehow ended up spooning sometime in the middle of the night. She knew he wasn’t awake; but she decided to change that. She gently worked her tail around his waist and arced her back, slowly sliding her ass up his body until his manhood slid free and came to rest between her thighs. Her body ached for him to fill her, but she waited. She wanted to give him a special wake up call. She ever so slowly slid herself back down, being careful not to wake him until the tip of his shaft was slowly worked in between the folds of her womanhood, but not quite through the entrance. She focused on him through their bond, slowly rolling her hips soaking his manhood with herself. She felt him stir but not quite awake, she ground on his tip until she felt the spark of consciousness. He was waking up, she arched her back further. She turned her head to whisper over her shoulder as she reached her arms over her head to caress his cheeks just as his eyes began to open.

“good morning” she coo’d.

She had wrapped her tail around one of his knees; In one smooth motion she drove herself downward onto him. His manhood sank into her, as she felt his emotions flare as his body shuddered. She smiled to herself and slowly began to squeeze him in what she had learned his kind called Kegals. Flexing her core and her pelvic floor to massage his manhood deep inside her. She reached down to follow his hands as they moved, feeling his tip press deep into her as his manhood twitched on its own with her movements.

‘Oh fuck... I’m awake now’ equal parts surprise and ecstasy burned through the last of the fog of Mac’s unconsciousness. He had been slowly coming to when she had given him his ‘wakeup call’. He could feel her. She wasn’t moving her hips, but she was flexing her pelvic floor methodically; making her sex both squeeze him and try to pull him on further. He wrapped one arm around her chest, snaking it over her breast to gently tease erect nipples. he snaked his other hand down her long, lean defined abs, past her bellybutton and down between her thighs. It was her turn to shudder as he found the spot he was looking for and began to trace circles with his fingers. That got him a long squeeze from her as she involuntarily clamped down on him.

“Hell of a…. Mmm … good morning.” he moaned into her ear from over her shoulder. She flaunted her flexibility as she arched and twisted her upper body slightly more to be able to look into his eyes. She locked him in her gaze and said nothing as she began to move her hips. She bit his lip gently as she timed her squeezing and her grinding to the circles She was still tracing his finger around the pleasure points on her sex. She had been shocked when he found them, but apparently, her species shared many biological similarities in pleasure and procreation. Mac was focused on their bond as well and he started grinding his hips in time as they both reveled in each other.

Suddenly, Mac felt something stir in his soul and he didn’t think. On one smooth motion, he pressed Lyri to him and sat up so that she was on all fours with him kneeling behind her, still buried deep in her. He spread her knees out into a half-split before grabbing her around the chest and lifting her up for him to kiss her neck. His wife had shown her flexibility early on, and she arched her back to meet him, still flexing her sex on him in a moderate rhythm. ‘God she is getting really good at that’. he latched onto her neck with his lips and teeth harder than he usually did and gave a very low-frequency humming growl. He felt her whole body instantly stiffen.

“James…wha.. are you..OOOHHHHH…” was all she got out before she let out a long low moaning growl of her own. Her head snapped around and she kissed him over her shoulder then drove her fangs into his lower lip drawing blood before her body collapsed to the mattress hips and legs being held up by Macs hands and manhood. She began to regain some composure, as he gently wrapped a hand around either side of her waist at the hips and started slow, he withdrew his manhood, the tip just barely remaining, only to drive it at the same speed back into her. He slowly increased his tempo until he felt her climax with a howling moan. Then he held his pace, driving deep into her with every thrust. Her body was shaking, her emotions a wild hurricane of feral need, pleasure, and something older… more primal. His mind started to blur. She had lost control of her body, consumed by his methodical driving rythm keeping her in the throes of climax. He could feel her spasm and buck to his movements. Her entrance then started to tighten, and deep inside her something flowered open. Lyrian had been thorough during their time on board Traveler, and Mac knew every inch of her, inside and out. This was new as he kept his rythm, cascades of Lyri’s ecstasy washing over him as he both held her in climax and tried to stave off his own. He teased this new feeling spot inside her, gently pressing on her back to arch her hips. Her body molded to his touch and soon her entire body above her belly button was pressed to the mattress with her back arched steeply. Her thighs spread further into the semi split as she moaned her complete surrender to him. “James…” was all she got out before sentient thought was washed away in a tidal wave of passion.

. The human, at least Mac’s, manhood was several centimeters to the longer side of Delmar average. But more importantly, It was almost twice as thick. And stayed fully erect compared to a Delmar that would only be partially hard until right before the finish. Because of this, their passion, until very recently, had mostly consisted of fineness and gentle technique…

Not this morning. Lyrian felt it too and was locked in instinct. She followed her lover’s hands and felt herself open up to him as much as she could considering her lack of any real voluntary control over her mind. Her body begged as he kept that maddening pace. Each time, a new thrust ended with him impacting her hips with his. It sent her deeper into climax with each impact... Time stopped; she couldn’t think. Her body moved on its own. She bucked and cried out as each new wave of pleasure crashed into her. For the second time, Mac stopped holding back, driving everything he had into her over and over again on that maddeningly stimulating rythm.

Mac lost his pace, driving as deep as he could into her with each thrust. She was barely conscious now, lost in her eternal climax, The shift in angle of her body drove the tip of his manhood deep into this new unfolded area. It wrapped around the head of his manhood with every thrust. He felt himself building after a small eternity as his mind shut down and he stopped fighting his climax. He felt the new folds of her womanhood pull at him. Latching around the head of his manhood as his final thrust pushed him into his own climax. His hips lost the last of their rhythm, bucking wildly as he climaxed.. her sex pulled at him, the head of his manhood was wrapped in a vice deep inside her. The velvet vice pulled at him, rubbing the sensitive areas on the underside of his head. She slammed back into him with a long low-pitched howl, as her hips bucked wildly with his. Her womanhood clamped down, capturing his tip deep inside her as they rode the waves of climax, feeding off of each other’s emotions in a sort of feedback loop that lasted almost 2 minutes. They both collapsed into a spooning position. Mac was vaguely aware that He had not gone soft. Lyri’s entrance relaxed, but the new folds of her deep womanhood refused to release the head of his shaft. The velvet vice pulsed and massaged his tip causing little micro bucks and shudders as his body involuntarily responded, giving more and more of his seed in little spurts and sputters. Lyrian’s body shuddered and bucked in time with his staccato’d releases.

Lyrian and Mac were not in control. Their bodies were caught in a feedback loop as one being’s slight buck, squeeze, twitch or thrust sent waves of ecstasy through both of their beings. It had been an hour since Lyrian had given her surprise wake up call to Mac… It took 20min for them to come down from climax. And another hour before Lyrian’s womanhood relaxed and Mac softened enough to slip out of her.

“Holy….. shit…. What… what was.. that” Mac gasped as his Brain started working again.

Lyrian moaned and pulled herself up to kiss him before collapsing on her side next to him. “I think… that was it… that was our trigger…. You asked for a child… when you did that thing with my neck and your teeth.”

Memory flooded back to Mack. He had bitten her skin HARD and gave her a humming growl. That was what had started all of this. “Wow… that happened…” he pulled her closer and started tracing circles on her stomach. “Now we wait.” He said. Before kissing her stomach and pulling her into an embrace. They spent the rest of the morning in bed, only to be roused by Macs growling stomach. Lyri winced as she attempted to get up. Last night and this morning had taken their toll.

“No.” Mac said pushing as much authority into his voice as he could.

“But we need food” she grumped before he physically overpowered her and laid her back in bed.

“You give us a shot at having a child. And last night was none too gentle either. I’m grilling Kababs, you are sitting on the porch with a fruity drink and watching. No exceptions.” He stated before nipping her on the ear and departing.

The smell of wood burning, and meat searing wafted through the house as she finally got up and wobbled to the back patio where the wood-fired grill was.

As promised. She found a sunbathing chair and a fruity drink. She didn’t bother dressing, letting the autumn sun soak into every inch of her. Mac had a pair of shorts on, she suspected for protecting sensitive areas from stray embers.

20 minutes later he walked over to the matching sunchair and placed a plate of kababs between them and poured a glass of juice into his own glass.

They did not leave their lodge till the next day.