by Ruby Dixon
“You are wondrous, my mate,” I tell her, moving over her so I can kiss her soft, smiling mouth.
Her arms go around my neck and she kisses me timidly at first. My tongue strokes against hers until she is breathless, and then she pulls away from me, panting. “You’re sure we won’t get interrupted?” She glances past my shoulder to look at the entryway to the storage cave. “No one’s going to come in?”
“I promise.”
Air-ee’s eyes flare with mischief. “Then let’s get naked.”
Did I think I could not love her more than a moment ago? Clearly I was wrong. With a laugh, I undo the ties of my loincloth and toss it aside, then I help her undress. I understand the need for so many layers for my fragile human, but I snarl at how long it is taking for me to take them off of her. There are leggings. Warm casings for her feet that she calls “socks” and that go inside her boot. An over-tunic. A belt. An under-tunic made of lighter leather. Even underneath those, I see that she has on a band over her teats and a pair of short leather leggings that do not go past her hips. Humans really do like their layers.
But then she sits upright and pulls off the band over her teats. They bounce so enticingly that I am speechless. This is my first time to see such a thing and I am surprised at how rounded and full they are. Sa-khui women have much flatter chests, and they bulge only slightly when nursing. Hers seem to be swollen all the time, and it makes my cock ache to see her teats with such pert, pink little nipples.
“What’s wrong?” she asks as I stare at her.
“Humans are…” I clear my throat, trying to think of something to say that will not offend her. Then I give up. “You have big teats.”
She blinks, and then giggles. To my surprise, she gives her chest a little shake and her teats jiggle oh-so-enticingly. “If that’s bad, then why do you keep staring?”
“Because I think I like it too much,” I admit. I did not realize that I would find it arousing, but now I cannot stop staring at the wealth of them. All that pale, rounded flesh, tipped by a taut nipple.
She cups them with her hands and I look at her, shocked. There is a teasing expression on my Air-ee’s face as she bites her lip and then slides her fingers down her teats, teasing her own nipples.
My breath explodes from my lungs and I wrap my arms around her, burying my face against that enticing flesh. She gasps, and then her hands dig into my mane, holding me against her as I rub my jaw along the swells of her chest. Lovely. Perfect and lovely and all mine. I can hardly believe my luck. “Are they sensitive?” I murmur as I brush my lips over her skin, unable to pull away. There is…just so much. I am overwhelmed.
“Yes,” Air-ee says. “Especially the tips.”
“I am going to touch them,” I tell her. Because I do not think I will be able to stop myself.
“I wish you would.” There is such an ache in her voice, and she arches as she lies back on the furs, taunting me.
21
ZOLAYA
With a gentle touch, I explore the first mound. She is soft here, her flesh jiggling and bouncy as I touch it. Her nipples are taut, though, and puckered. When I brush against one with my fingers, she gasps and I can feel her body clench ever so slightly. Fascinated, I tease the peak with my fingertips and I love her response. Her nipple grows even tighter, the tip straining as if begging to be touched, and she makes little cries in her throat. All her teasing is gone—my Air-ee wants more touching.
I think of how creative humans are with their mouths, and I want to put mine on her. I lean down and give her pink nipple a lick, testing her reaction.
Air-ee moans, her head going back on the furs. Her hands clench tight, fisting handfuls of my mane and holding me against her teats.
“Does that feel good?” I murmur, and when my breath whispers over her skin, it prickles. Her whimper is the only response I get, but I will take it as encouragement. I drag my tongue over the tip again, and then tease it like I did the nipple between her thighs—with teasing circles and sucking. She stiffens under me, and when I try to lift my head, she pulls me back down, a silent plea for more. My mate is panting and gasping for breath as I move from one teat to the other and give it the same attention, her responses making my body hard with need. My cock is hard and ready, my khui singing loudly, but I want more of this. I live for every gasp I wring from her, every moan she lets break from her throat. Those are just as pleasurable as her touch, because I live to please her.
My lovely mate arches her back and presses her hips upward, silently rocking against me. Her skin is flushed with arousal and the scent of her perfumes the air. I grow greedy, and my hand slips between her thighs to cup the curls there…only to find her wet and slick with need.
She moans as my fingers skate over her cunt. “Yes, Zo, please. I want your hands there, too.”
I can refuse her nothing. I nip at one teat, eliciting a little gasp from her even as I slide a finger along the damp seam of her cunt. She is hot and wet here, and it makes my mouth water. “Just my hands? Or am I allowed to pleasure you with my lips and tongue, too?”
Air-ee moans. “God, yes, that’s allowed.”
I flick one nipple with my tongue a last time and then begin to kiss my way downward. The valley of her teats is too enticing to pass up, though, and I lick the skin there, feeling the heavy vibration of her khui as it sings to mine. I slide one finger along her damp folds and then push deep inside her, testing her readiness. Her cunt grips my finger tight, but her low cry of need is encouraging, as is the way she spreads her legs wider. She wants me there.
I can refuse my mate nothing, of course.
I kiss down her belly, moving lower even as I thrust a finger deep, pumping her with it like I plan to do with my cock. I love the wet clasp of her heat, the tight grip of her cunt on my finger, the little moans my mate makes with every touch I give her. I knew that mating would be good, that resonance would be even better. But this? This is almost too much. I push another finger inside her, and when she undulates and cries out my name, I have to pause. I press my forehead to her belly, trying to think of other things than the building force in my cock that wants so desperately to be spilled. One more twitch and I will lose control. I need to focus on other things, if only for a little while.
“Zo,” she pants, and her hands slide frantically to the sides of my face. “What—why are we stopping? Why—”
“Moment,” I tell her thickly, and rub my nose against the softness of her belly. “Need a moment.”
“Oh.” Her hands slide through my mane and she pets it instead of pulling on it. “Okay,” she tells me, her breathing slowing a bit. She smooths my hair back from my horns and I realize it has somehow come free of the braid she put it in for me. Air-ee must have pulled it loose. “Should we talk about…hunting?”
I lift my head, confused. “Hunting?”
“Or fishing. I’m trying to think of the least sexy things possible to help you out.”
My mouth twitches, and I try very hard not to laugh. “You did not enjoy hunting, I take it?”
Her nose wrinkles up, and even that is charming. “I’ll do it if I have to, but I don’t enjoy the death of innocent animals, especially if it happens at my hand. I think I’d cry every time.”
“Ah, but they are tasty animals.” Of course, tasty things makes me think of her, and I lean in and give her belly another kiss. “Not as tasty as my mate, but close.”
She shifts under me, and as I look up, she’s biting her lip. “Not as good on your…tongue?” Her voice is all innocence. “Not as…juicy?”
Oho, so she thinks to tease me? I slide my fingers deep into her cunt again, and she gasps. “Perhaps. Perhaps I should taste my mate again to see if she is as tasty as I remember. I could be wrong.”
“You could be,” Air-ee agrees, wriggling against my fingers. Her lips are parted and shiny, and I want nothing more than to kiss her again. She is so beautiful, my mate. So sensual.
I want to make her cry out, thoug
h. And I know that kissing will make her heavy-eyed and languid with desire, but she cries out and writhes on the furs when my mouth is on her cunt. I want that. I want her so wild with need that she tears at my hair and scratches my back until I push inside her and give her everything she wants—everything we both want.
I will not stop until I feel her cunt spasm on my tongue. Until she clamps her thighs around my horns and presses so hard I feel it in my skull. I want her breathless and crying out. I want her juices flooding my mouth.
Twice. I want that twice.
Maybe three times.
My khui hums pleasantly at the thought and I circle my fingers inside her, seeing if it is a motion that brings her pleasure. She shivers against me, but her attention is on my mouth, her eyes bright with longing. She wants me between her thighs, my lips on her cunt. It is a task I will happily perform, and I kiss her pale belly lower and lower until I am at the dark triangle between her thighs. “I like that you have a mane here.”
She giggles, shifting underneath me, her breath uneven. “A mane?”
“A cunt mane, yes. It is very unusual.”
This time, she snorts with laughter. I lift my head, curious. “What is so funny?”
“A…cunt…mane,” she giggles, pressing a hand to her mouth. “I’ve never heard it called that. Sorry. Not laughing at you.”
I cannot help but smile at her amusement. Does she think I would mind her delight? Humans are so odd sometimes. “What do your people call it, then, if not a mane?”
Her cheeks grow pink. “A bush, I guess.”
“A bush?” I frown, because the description is a terrible one. “Like the plants with leaves? Are you going to sprout, then?”
Her giggles grow louder, and she claps a hand over her mouth. “Stop, stop! I can’t…not with your fingers in me…”
Oh, is it tickling her then? I wiggle a finger deep inside her and her laughter changes to a gasp. Fascinating. I love her responses, but more than anything, I love her laughter. Her happiness. “I cannot call it a bush. It does not look like a plant to me.”
Her breathless chuckle pleases me. “You know, some human women get it removed. They don’t like it.”
“Truly?” I am surprised by this. “I like it, though. It is different, but that does not make it bad. It makes it mysterious.”
Air-ee giggles again. “My mysterious cunt mane. Lovely.”
“Yes,” I tell her, grinning. “It hides many glorious surprises under it, like your third nipple.” That sets her off into more giggles again. My strange female, I think with a shake of my head. She giggles a lot during mating. While I enjoy her laughter, I think she is getting distracted. It is time for me to remind her that I need to give her at least three climaxes before we are done. “Be quiet, Air-ee. I must concentrate.”
That only makes her laugh harder.
Still grinning, I lean down and put my mouth on her cunt. I keep my fingers seated deep inside her, because I love the clasp of her body around them, but it is time for me to taste her. I slide my tongue over the seam of her cunt and seek out her third nipple, because I know it is the most sensitive part.
Air-ee gasps and her laughter dies out. Her legs twitch and her hands go to my horns, fluttering up and down their length. “Oh…Zo.”
Ah, my nickname. I love it on her lips. Pleased, I rub my tongue against her nipple, teasing the bud of it. Her cunt is flooded with her sweetness, and I lap at her flesh, enjoying the delicate, musky taste of her arousal. Her khui sings so hard that I can feel it all the way down to here, and it adds a unique feeling to licking her.
Air-ee feels it, too, because she moans, undulating against my tongue. “Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, it feels so different with your fingers inside me.”
“It will be my cock soon,” I tell her between licks. “Once you are ready.”
“I’m ready now,” she tells me, all eagerness. She plucks at my horns and shifts her hips, trying to encourage me. “Please, Zo.”
“Not yet,” I tell her. “Not until I have made you come three times.”
“Three?” She sputters, and then it turns into another moan when I lick her third nipple again. “Oh god. Oh. Why three? Oh, your tongue. Oh Jesus.” Air-ee cannot stop wriggling underneath me. “Oh, Zo, stop, it’s too good.”
I ignore her words. As long as I hear “good,” I will not stop. If she pulls on my horns, I will, but her hands clutch at them as if she wishes to hold me there between her thighs, and her gasps grow louder and louder. I taste a burst of fresh wetness on my tongue and know she is close, so I redouble my efforts, sucking gently on the little nipple nestled between her folds, and thrust my fingers inside her again.
Her body clenches and she gives a little cry, arching up against my face as she comes. I can feel her tighten around my fingers, the delightful spasms that rock through her with her release. So lovely. I am a greedy male, though, and I want more. I keep licking and sucking at her third nipple, determined to wring another round from her.
My mate whimpers, writhing. “I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much—”
There is no such thing. I want everything she can give me. I keep going, teasing the little bud even as I pump into her with my fingers. I do not stop, because she is so close to coming again that I need to push her over once more. I think I need it more than I need my own release.
“I can’t,” she chants, even as she pushes her cunt up against my mouth, demanding more.
You can, I silently command her. Give it to me.
I thrust my fingers deep again, and Air-ee cries out, her body climaxing again. Her cunt grows wet under my tongue once more and I lap it up, eager for all that she can give me. My lovely mate. So responsive. So beautiful.
Her breath is a mere whimper as I lift my head and slide my fingers out of her cunt. She is fascinating to watch like this, all sweaty skin and breathless with her release. I lick my fingers clean of her taste, my cock growing harder by the moment. I want nothing more than to be inside her, to fulfill resonance as she has said. But I will wait for her lead.
“Oh,” she says with a little sigh. “That was…something else.”
I slide over her, resting my hips against hers, and lean in to kiss her. “Was it good?”
“You know it was.” Her cheeks are pink, and I am not entirely sure that all of it is from exertion. She reaches for me, pushing my mane back from my face. “God, I love you.”
“I, too, feel great joy.”
She just laughs and pushes at my shoulders. Curious, I let her lead and she insists on pushing me onto my back. I flick my tail out of the way and let her move me backward. I am surprised when she climbs atop my hips and straddles me, because should I not be the one mounting her? Air-ee pauses, a slight grin on her face. “You look confused.”
“Did you not wish to mate?”
“Oh, I do.” She rocks her hips again and this time, it drags her cunt against my cock as she rests atop it. I bite back a groan, because that felt far too good. “I think you should let me have a little fun for a bit, though.”
Fun? My mind threatens to splinter at the thought. “I can refuse my mate nothing,” I grit out as she rocks against me once more.
“You sound pained,” she murmurs, and leans over my chest. Her mane sweeps against my skin and then I feel her licking the plates over my heart. I groan again, because to have her turn into such a tease after I have pleasured her?
It is more than I ever dreamed.
“Oooh, what’s this rubbing up against me?” she murmurs, and grinds her hips down again. “Naughty thing. It’s distracting me.”
“Now I know you tease,” I tell her, fascinated by this erotic, playful side of her. “You know that is my spur.”
She only gives me a little smile and leans back. Air-ee rocks against it, her teats thrust out. It is the most incredible thing I have ever seen.
“My mate.” I put my hands on her hips and slide them up her body, caressing her teats. “Let me cover your b
ody with mine so I can claim you. I promise I will make it good for both of us.”
Air-ee just gives me another sultry little smile. “Or I can stay up here and make it good for both of us.” She lifts her hips and then I feel her touch my cock, guiding it against her folds. The head slides along her slick cunt, and then she moves back and forth, rocking ever so slightly as she wets the head. “What do you say?”
I am so entranced by her movements that I cannot think of an answer. All I know is that I do not want her to stop.
She moves her body again, and then the head of my cock is sinking into her core. The clasp of her body around my shaft is tighter than I have ever imagined, and I nearly lose control. Air-ee gasps and presses her hands to my chest. “Oh. You’re so big. That’s such a cliché to say, but…god, Zo.”
“This is…bad?” It is hard to think with her on top of me like this.
“Oh, fuck no,” Air-ee breathes. “It’s amazing. Just…give me a moment.”
“You may have all of them.”
She giggles again, and then it turns into a gasp. “Oh god, don’t make me laugh. It feels—” She gasps again, breath catching as an expression of wonder makes her close her eyes. She moves her hips, ever so slightly, and I can feel her sink down further onto my shaft. The song of our khuis grows stronger with every passing moment, and I think I have never felt such utter joy in my life, such pleasure.
Air-ee’s gaze focuses on me and she rocks her hips again. Over and over, she makes small movements atop me, working my cock into her tight cunt. Then she pauses, and I realize she has slowly but surely moved all the way down on me. Her hands clench into fists and then she undulates, moaning. “Your spur…that’s so unfair.”
I look down and see that it rubs through her folds as she moves atop me, glistening with her arousal. “Does it feel good?”
“Far, far too good.” She closes her eyes again.
“Can I touch you?”
