by Ruby Dixon
I close my eyes, put a hand on the “pole,” and start to sing.
And dance.
“Bootylicious” isn't the sexiest song, but it's a fun one. I like to take songs and slow them down, change the tempo and make them something new, and I do that this time, too. With my hand on the pole, I use it to pop and lock, bounding down and then bounding back up again, rolling my hips and flinging my hair. I get into the music, putting on a show and letting the skirt of my tunic twirl out and reveal probably more than I should. My focus is on U'dron, though. He's big and close, and so I shimmy up to him, turning around, and pushing my gyrating hips up against his. I turn, cupping my breasts through my tunic and keep singing, even as I work through an improvised routine. I drag my hands up and down his legs, showing him just how much I want him, touching him all over. Okay, so I don't normally do that when I dance, but I also don't normally keep my clothes on, and I figure a little improv never hurt anything.
Plus, I love the scorching looks U'dron is sending in my direction as I perform.
By the time I get to the end of the song, I'm slightly winded, more than slightly turned on, and U'dron looks like he's ready to fling me over his shoulder and haul me back to his hut.
"Holy shit," Brooke says. "That was amazing."
Someone claps. "Bravo," Daisy cries, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "You were beautiful!"
I grin and do a mock curtsy. "Normally I'd wear nothing but a thong, but you get the idea." I glance over at R'jaal and the others…and find that they're gone. "Um, where did they go?"
Flor snorts. "They peeled off after they realized what you were doing. Probably gonna go beat one out."
Bridget gives her a little slap. "Oh my god. Stop it!"
"What? It's the truth."
"Does anyone else have questions for R'ven?" U'dron asks suddenly. When no one answers, he leans down and whispers in my ear. "Can we go back to my hut now?"
His face is impassive, and my heart drops.
Oh no. He didn't like that. He finally truly understands what I mean by dancing, and now he's got a problem with it.
25
U'DRON
R'ven is subdued as we head back to my hut. She walks at my side in silence, her shoulders stiff and her steps full of purpose.
I should ask her what is wrong, but I am having a difficult time thinking of anything except how badly I need her. When R'ven offered to dance, I do not know what I expected. But then she held onto the spear and ground her body against it and rocked her hips against my cock, and the look in her eyes was so seductive, her movements so sensual that I cannot think straight.
I am not the only one that was affected. I saw a look cross R'jaal's face and he left the campfire alone, discreetly adjusting his loincloth. Several of the others did, as well. R'ven's dancing was very different, indeed. Normally when she sings and dances, it is to entertain.
The dance she gave just now was to seduce, and she danced on me. Never have I felt so lucky, so privileged to have such a female at my side…and she wears my scent like it is an honor. Every time she dipped low and brushed her teats against my chest, I smelled my seed on her skin. I know others can smell it, too.
It takes everything I have not to grab her and drag her to the ground and just rut between her pale thighs.
Walking is difficult, though. I dig my claws into my palms, the pain letting me concentrate. One foot in front of the other. One step in front of the next. My hut seems to be farther away with every step, as if it is somehow retreating. It knows how badly I want to be alone with her.
Finally, it is there in front of me and I put a hand on R'ven's back to lead her inside. Even that small touch makes my cock twitch, nearly doubling me over, and I do not mind when she pushes my hand away. I just need to make it inside.
Just a few more steps.
I duck in after R'ven, relieved that I am finally alone with her. A deep sigh of relief escapes me. Now I will not shame myself by spilling in my loincloth in front of the others.
To my surprise, R'ven whirls on me, her mane flying around her head. Her fists are clenched and she gives me a furious look. "Changed your mind, did you? Decided I'm not good enough for you now that you've seen my dancing?"
I…what? "No—"
The look on her face is wounded. "Then why did you haul me back here? You just had to get me away from the others—"
Does she not realize what she is doing to me? I take a few steps toward her, and she meets me with a defiant look, her chin in the air. She is so beautiful, so proud, that I can stand it no longer. I grab the front of her tunic in my hands and tear it apart. I do not care that I am ruining my own clothing—I just need to see her beautiful body bared.
Her teats spill out of the shredded leather, and I groan at the sight.
"U'dron!" She gasps. "What the fuck?"
"Need you," I rasp. I pull the shreds away from her body and see the patch of curls between her thighs. My mouth waters at the sight and I drop to my knees in front of her, kissing her thighs and then cupping her bottom in my hands. "Need to taste you."
I can feel her tremble all over. Her hands flutter over my hair, and then she grabs a fistful of it and yanks my head back, forcing me to look into her eyes when all I want to do is lick at her sweet cunt. "You…are you mad at me?"
Now I am confused. "Why would I be mad?"
"Because I danced in front of the others?"
I shake my head, desperate to taste her sweetness. "You were beautiful. I do not care if you dance every day, because I could smell your arousal as you danced. You're still wet now, aren't you?" I push my face forward, despite the hand tangled in my mane, and press my nose against her cunt. "Let me taste you."
Her breath catches in her throat, and her hands turn caressing, stroking. Her fingers move over my horns, and she presses her hips against my greedy mouth. "You aren't mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"Because I danced and I'm with you?"
I dip my tongue between her folds, and the hot taste of her floods my mouth. I groan, pressing my face deeper against her cunt. Need more of this. Need more of her. "You are here with me. You wear my seed on your teats. You danced on me to show the others. Why would I be mad?"
"I'm just…that's a new one for me." Her laughter huffs out, then turns into a hiss when I lick her cunt again. "Oh god, that feels really good."
"It will feel better if you lie down," I promise her. "Let me bury my face between your thighs and lick you until you quake."
R'ven moans, rocking her hips against my nose. "Or I can sit on your face."
Now I am the one groaning, because the thought of that nearly makes me come. "I want to do that. Yes."
"Then let's go to the furs," R'ven says softly. "But kiss me first."
I jump to my feet and cup her face in my hands, kissing her with such enthusiasm that our teeth clash. She chuckles, but when we pull apart, her gaze searches mine, and I know she still has a hard time believing that I truly want to be with her. Any male that let this female go because she dances is a fool. "You were beautiful," I tell her again. "I have never lusted after anything so hard."
She smiles. "That's the idea. To make you so wild with lust that you fling your entire wallet in my direction."
"I do not know what a wall-et is, but you can have everything of mine." I press a fervent kiss to her hand. "Just be with me."
"I don't want anything from you but you," she says softly. After a moment, she reconsiders, and adds, "Well, I do want your body."
"It is yours." I take her hand and lead her over to my furs, trying not to show just how eager I am when I lie on my back. "Come and seat your pretty cunt on my face."
R'ven lets out a sultry whimper, and the sound of her need makes my heart pound.
I beckon her over, and when she crawls over my body, I nearly come from the sight of her. She is beautiful, this female, and I love how confident she is in her body. She knows she is beautiful, knows that her dancing makes me wild with need.
She is perfect, and I want to pleasure her all day long, just so she knows how much her defense of me means to me. How she made me feel like the most important male on the beach when she danced as she wore my scent. How she praised me when I rescued her, as if no other male could have ever found her.
She has made me feel like the greatest hunter alive, and now I want to give back to her.
Well…it is more than that. I hunger to taste her again. I want to claim her as mine. I want her in all ways, not just because she has made me feel proud and strong. I want her because she is R'ven, and ever since she smiled at me, no other female has existed. Later, the others in Shadow Cat will insist upon my proving, and I will be eager to go.
Until then, R'ven is all mine.
26
U’DRON
I watch hungrily as she moves on all fours over me, tearing my loincloth off with one hand. She gives a playful little wiggle, her mane falling around her head, almost as pale as the snow. Her knees frame my ears, and her scent fills the air. "Tell me when you're ready—"
With a groan of need, I tug her hips down to my face before she can finish her statement. I have been ready for ages. The scent of her is far too enticing, the sight of her cunt so tantalizingly close. The folds of her cunt brush against my lips and I drag her to my mouth, pushing my tongue against her sweetness.
She lets out a sultry little gasp that goes directly to my cock, and then her taste floods my mouth. She is already so wet for me, my R'ven, and it just makes me hungry for more. I lick at her folds, ravenous, and find the hot well of her core. She is so slick there that I thrust my tongue in, desperate for more of her taste.
R'ven whimpers, grinding down on my face. "Oh god, yeah. God, why is everything with you so damn big? Even your tongue is huge." She rocks her hips, working her cunt against my tongue. "Such a big…amazing…tongue…"
I growl low in my throat. I want to tell her how beautiful I find her, how perfect, but my mouth is full of her cunt and there is no way I am interrupting this moment. I hold onto her hips as she rocks her pretty cunt against my face, and love the gasp she makes when my nose brushes against the little bud at the apex of her cunt. The clit, she called it. The sensitive part. Deliberately, I move my nose against it again even as I lap at her core, pushing my tongue into her each time. All the while, R'ven rubs against my face, making little noises of pleasure as she works her hips.
The first ripple of her cunt catches me by surprise. Her breath stutters and she sucks in, and I realize it's pleasure that's making her clench like that. Hungrily, I clutch at her thighs, pulling her down harder against my mouth, thrusting my tongue deeper even as she rubs herself against me. I do not know how long it goes on for, simply that I could stay here forever, my face buried between her thighs as she works her slick cunt against my face.
Her body quivers, breathing rapid, and she gasps out my name.
Nothing has ever sounded sweeter.
I rub my face against her harder, increasing the friction even as I plunge my tongue deep, and I'm rewarded with a fresh burst of wetness as she makes a gaspy noise over me and her entire body shudders with her climax. She rocks against me again, her movements jerky and wild as she comes, and then she tries to pull away.
I groan in protest, lapping her taste up as quickly as I can. "More."
She keeps wiggling, trying to get away, and a laugh escapes her. "You're going to kill me with that tongue of yours." Reluctantly, I let her go and she slides away, her face flushed and rosy with release. She looks sleepy-eyed and spent, and moves to my side, kissing my still-wet mouth. "You're amazing," she whispers to me. "I loved that."
"I want to do it again," I tell her, still full of urgent need. "Rest, and then you come sit on my face again."
Her breath catches, and she gives me a sweet smile, her hand trailing down my chest. "Or we could just have sex…? I admit I like the thought of being filled up with this." Her hand grazes over my cock. "Not that I didn't love face sitting. But sometimes a girl just needs to be crammed full of the biggest, baddest hunter she's ever met."
I growl, rocking against her hand. "Is that me?"
R'ven chuckles. "Baby, you know it is."
I like that she calls me these affectionate names. I have heard others refer to their mates as infants, and it took some time before I realized this was a good thing. I decide I like it, and I want more of it. I want more of all of R'ven. I put a hand behind her neck and kiss her again, dragging my tongue against hers in a deep conquest that makes no secret of what I want from her. She moans, clinging to me, and her tongue teases against mine when I pull back.
"I want all of you," I tell her, kissing across her jaw and down her neck. Her skin is flushed here, too, and I nip at it with my fangs, fascinated at the soft, pale skin and the veins underneath. I love her delicate collarbones and kiss there, too, then lick my way down.
Her teats are large and prominent, her nipples a darker pink that draws my gaze. I have not paid much attention to her teats, but when she arches slightly as I near them, her hands moving over my shoulders, I wonder if she likes for them to be caressed. I run a thumb over one nipple and it tightens, even as her breath hitches.
Yes, I decide. It is another sensitive place. R'ven has so many of them. It makes me feel as if I am feasting at a banquet, one just for me. I take her nipple into my mouth, loving the sound she makes. I tease it with my tongue, sucking on the tip and then nipping at it before licking away the scrape. She loves this, letting me know with little noises of pleasure, her hands in my mane as she holds me to her teats. I love the way her skin flushes from my ministrations, and when one nipple is taut and pointing, I move over to the other to give it the same attention. The smell of my seed is here, and it fills me with pleasure to smell myself all over her skin even as I claim her for myself again.
By the time I lift my head, she is squirming underneath me, panting with arousal. Her cunt's perfume fills the hut, and I know she is wet for me again. I can smell it, and it is calling my name. "I want to put my mouth on you again," I tell her.
But she shakes her head. "I want you inside me," she tells me as she rocks her hips against the thigh I have between her legs. "Need you to fill me so deep, U'dron."
I groan, running a hand over her hip and caressing one of the soft round globes of her bottom. "Yes?"
"Oh yes." She wiggles her hips under my grasp. "Not to be too cliché, but I'm aching and I need you to fill me up."
I do not understand much of that, but “fill me up” I understand all too well. I fight a sudden surge of nervousness as she moves under me, onto her back, her legs going around my waist. I have never done this before. R'ven has. What if I do not please her? What if I do it wrong and she hates it, like A'tam and his female? Then I will lose her—
"Hey," R'ven says, reaching up to brush her fingers over my cheek fur. Her gaze is worried. "Do you not want this?"
"I…do not want to do it wrong," I admit. "I do not want you to hate me like B'shit hates A'tam."
She smiles up at me. "The fact that you asked already puts you leagues ahead of A'tam. I'll let you know if you do something that doesn't feel good, I promise. And if you do, we'll try something else until we both enjoy it. We just need to talk to each other." Her fingers move over my lips. "You've made me feel good so far, right? This will be no different."
Her confidence in me makes my heart surge. I kiss her again, rocking my cock against her cunt. The motion feels astonishingly good, and she moans, her eyes closing, so I do it again. And again. I work my cock through her slick channel, rubbing up and down her folds.
"Oh god, I love your cock," she breathes. Her eyes are closed and she holds onto my hips, her face taut with pleasure. "I love how big it is. Love those ridges. Love the way you move it."
I growl low, her words making me feel as if I can do anything. I rub my length through her folds again, until my cock is slick from her body. "I am going to put it inside you now."
She giggles, blin
king up at me. "Should I say thank you?"
"If you like." I gaze down at her cunt, spread and pretty and gleaming with wetness. Her skin is flushed here, too, and with her legs locked around my hips, she is wide open for me to take her. I cannot resist running my fingers over her pink folds, and she moans, her body jerking when I rub a finger over her clit. Her teats bounce enticingly, and I do it again, because I want to see them move.
"Fuck." She squirms against my hand. "You're such a tease. Cruel man."
"It does not sound like you think I am cruel," I murmur, loving how worked up she is. "It sounds like you want my cock."
"I do," she whimpers. "So, so badly." She arches her hips against my fingers. "Please, U'dron."
I put my hand on my cock and guide it through her folds one last time, then fit the head at the entrance of her body. She seems small, the head of my cock enormous against her skin. I hesitate for a moment, because I do not wish to hurt her, but she arches her hips and pushes up against me, and the head dips in anyhow.
We both groan at that.
"Oooh, god," R'ven moans. "You feel amazing. Keep going."
Every muscle in my body feels tense as I slowly feed my cock into her body. She is tight, her cunt hot and slick, but I feel as if I must go carefully so I do not hurt her. R'ven's cries are noisy encouragement, and she sounds so aroused that I fear I will lose control. I watch as I feed my thick length into her body, fascinated at the sight of her clasping my cock.
"That's good," she tells me, voice throaty with encouragement. "You're filling me up so good."
My control shatters at that. I thrust forward, unable to help myself, and then freeze, worried that I have somehow hurt her.
But R'ven only moans again, her nails digging into my skin like the tiniest of claws. "Oh…keep going."
I groan, undone by her eagerness. I thrust again, plowing deeper into her heat, and then over and over, working myself into her channel until I am seated fully. Once I am, I hold her hip and rock mine against her, watching her face. Her lashes flutter, her lips parted, and her hand moves lower. For a moment, I think she is going to touch our joined bodies, but her hand goes to her clit instead, where my spur presses against it.
