War awaits on Ilmare, between the humans and the constructs they created. Considered flawed designs by their creators, Selati and his other sentient comrades live the life of refugees on the run, hiding and fighting in Ilmare’s vast jungles. They want only the freedom to pursue their newly awakened sentience away from human interference.<br><br>Aleledai taught Selati all he knows of a life without chains and suffering. Neither can know what tomorrow will bring, rather all too well what it could take from them both. On the cusp of war, Selati returns to his lover to spend one last night in the peaceful world that only exists in Aleledai’s arms.

Slither

The copious amount of fluid leaking from the cock he held captive with his attentions was lubricant enough, and Selati inched in a finger to start loosening his lover. The reaction was instantaneous. Aleledai let out another wild shout of pleasure, clamping down hard on Selati’s digit. Not wanting to miss the sight, Selati lifted his head.


Hands still buried in his hair, Aleledai’s whole torso was flushed a deep rose, the panting breaths making his muscled chest rise and fall rapidly, his hard belly twitching, his long tail unable to stop squirming. His face was flushed the same hue as the rest of his skin, mouth slack with desire, head resting on the topmost coil of Selati’s lower half while the rest of him was cradled in the center of the loops, and hair splayed across their bednest and ghosting along the mottled scales. Aleledai was the picture of debauchery, and Selati was never more proud of himself than when he reduced his mate to such a state.


Chapter 6