by Hana Starr
‘I can’t…’ Even in their mental connection, Faer's voice seemed strained, as if they were trying to reach for something more. 'I can't get enough of you, Anne Claire...' Their hands slid up her back and rounded to the front of her torso to cup her breast in their large hand. She arched her back at the light touch, hands reaching out and grabbing at their shoulders for support.
With one hand squeezing a breast, Faer set their tongue to work licking around the areola of the other, sometimes dropping kisses on the soft flesh of the mound as they went. They inched closer to her pebbled nipple, almost teasingly slow. In frustration, she shifted, pressing the tip of it against their mouth. With one heated, fleeting look between the two of them, their lips encased your nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive nub. Pleasure passed between the two of them through the link, and she felt her body tremble under his attentions.
“Faer…” she panted. “I’m…I can’t stand…” She struggled with the words as their shared pleasure mounted. It was the same as before; the pleasure created a feedback loop that made her head spin in a pleasant haze. Even without her words, their connection gave away what she was trying to articulate, and they understood what she wanted. They slowly, deliberately, agonizingly slowly, pulled their mouth away with the faintest of smirks playing on their lips. Gripping her hips, they bent down again to lick the space between her breasts, leaving a wet trail all the way up her neck to the shell of her ear.
‘My, how sweet,’ they murmured through the link, pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck.
‘Faer…please…’ The neediness was painfully clear in her voice, even through their shared link. Rather than a verbal or telepathic response, they simply slipped a finger inside of her. ‘Faer…!’ A second finger was added, and a shaky moan nearly escaped her lips but was swallowed in another heated kiss. They did as they pleased with their fingers for a few moments, they curled, they stroked, they pressed against her walls before they began to thrust.
She moaned into the kiss again, her core throbbing at the small build up of friction their fingers were creating. As she began to unconsciously grind her hips against their ministrations, Faer pulled the rest of their body away just far enough to watch her hips moving against their fingers, their breath growing ragged as her movements grew needier and wanting. She could have sword that she heard her name being moaned, but whether that was through their link or just a breathy whisper between their bodies, she couldn't entirely say for certain, and in that moment, she didn't care.
Even accounting for the fact that Anne Claire felt as though her body was on fire, she felt her core's temperature turn scorching at the way that Faer's eyes trailed after the movements of her hips, at the way the burn of their desire darkened their otherwise Alexandrite eyes; she watched as their color wildly shifted, their expression in constant flux between desire, awe, and relief. Without warning, without easing out of the experience, they suddenly pulled their fingers out. She choked on her whimper as she watched them casually observing their fingers, taking in how slicked with her own quim that they were.
“When you showed me how much you liked this before, I tried to imagine what it would taste like on my tongue,” they ran their slicked fingers along her lips, leaving them glistening with her own fluid. “I did not have sufficient data to create a viable conclusion. I had a hypothesis, of course, but I can think of no better way to put it to the test than this,” they murmured before leaning in to slowly lick it all off, as if savoring it. She felt the coolness of their tongue running back and forth, again and again and her mind soon clouded over from their touch.
‘Faer…’ she panted out their name in her mind. They pulled back and studied her face, lazily licking away the last remnants of her fluid off their lips.
‘Hmm…?’ Their large almond eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they read her feelings, her wants, the faintest flick of surprise flashing in them when they realized what thought raced in her mind. In the haze of their shared pleasure, she couldn't help but think that, of the two of them, Faer had been the only one to be able to conduct this experiment, the only one to have their scientifically kinky and inquisitive mind finding their answer.
She wanted to taste them, too.
Wordlessly, Faer slipped onto the soft bed beside her, their large hand drifting from her shoulder and trialing down her body before slipping across to theirs and coming to a rest on their hip. She could feel the nervousness and sudden spike of shyness through their connection, and it made all of this feel infinitely more real to her; Faer was no sex god that had descended upon her and washed her away with their wiles – they were just as excited and scared at all of this as she was. The reminder helped her collect a bit of her sanity.
‘This?’ they asked quietly, their voice strained even in their shared connection. She gave a slight nod of her head before leaning in to meet their lips briefly, softly. As she shifted to allow for her to take them in her mouth, she could feel the heat from their gaze warm her slowly cooling body as she knelt on the bed in front of them, her hands sliding down the backs of their narrow thighs and taking surprised note of the hardened muscle under their opalescent skin.
Through their nervous excitement, Faer was doing their best to show her what to do, but in addition to the cliff notes they were trying to give her, Anne Claire found that it was largely equal parts information from the rest of the Hakimme species and her own instinct that was easing her into the experience. There was a desire in her to make them feel the same things that she did, to ensure that they felt as good as they made her feel.
Her fingers fluttered over their equivalent to a cock, which was already so hard and only seemed to grow harder under her inquisitive touch. The room was so quiet, so still, that the silence seemed to roar in her ears in that moment. Though she was a touch distracted by the pulsing orange veins that held a faint glow against the thin skin around it, she noted that Faer's cock was thick and long, but not to the point that it would hurt her. Technically, that shouldn't surprise her; he adapted to her needs in a very real and very physical way. It was strange how clinically she could study Faer's erection, developed solely for her, for their coupling, and how even that still stimulated her and made her want to get it inside of her as quickly as possible.
Still, it was important to make them feel good, too.
She was acutely aware of the way that her heart thudded against her ribcage as she delicately wrapped a hand around their cock to experimentally pump it once. She felt more than heard their sharp intake of breath, and watched from the corner of her eyes as their spindly fingers gripped at her blankets in an effort to ground them. Emboldened by the reaction, she leaned in and lightly touched the swollen tip with her tongue.
As she ran her tongue around the engorged head of their bio luminescent cock, feeling it hum under her tongue, tasting it, she stole a glance up into Faer's face, to see how their expression matched up with the sudden spike in arousal that she felt from them in their shared connection. From the way their mouth was pulled taut and their eyes held the same concentration that she observed in the lab, it seemed as though they were making a concerted effort not to lost control already. It stirred up something inside of her, and she suddenly wanted to see them come apart at the seams. Judging by the mild panic mixed with excitement she felt from them, they picked up on her feelings through the connection, too.
Well, this was going to get interesting.
With a grin, Anne Claire lowered her head and dragged her tongue along their length flatly. She watched Faer's throat bob in a heavy swallow, watched their arms tense with a tighter grip around the blankets. It only spurred her on, encouraging her to wrap her mouth around the head of their length fully and creating a vacuum with her hollowed out cheeks. She shifted, steadying herself on her knees and readying her jaw to take in more of their cock. Tightening her lips around the bulbous head of their erection, she slowly took in inch after inch of them in until she could feel the base bumping against
her mouth.
She could feel the way that their body shivered, and took in the waves of mind tingling pleasure that she was drawing out of Faer. Reveling in the small victory and mostly just relieved that she was able to make Faer feel at least a little pleasure, she bobbed her head over their length while making a concerted effort not to get lost in their pleasure along the way – she supposed that this connection worked both ways, and wondered if this was what Faer was fighting the entire time they were lavishing attention upon her.
Looking up again, she couldn't help but eye the tightness of their clenched jaw and take note of the quickness of their staccato breaths. She could feel how close Faer was to experiencing an orgasm, and it encouraged her to continue to bob her head along the length of their shaft until she heard a low, throaty moan escape their lips. Suddenly, she felt their long fingers carding through her hair and coaxing her off of him. She released him with a loud pop and blinked owlishly at them. She knew that they liked it, so why did they pull her off?
‘…Stop.’ Faer was breathing hard and their voice was so raspy, so low, that it sent shivers down her spine to hear it. Gulping down air for a moment to gather their bearings, they elaborated, “Had we continued, I fear that it would have ended far too quickly for either of us.” Faer sat up and bent down towards her, lifting her up by wrapping their hands around her buttocks and pulling her up into the air so effortlessly that she fleetingly wondered just how much strength was hiding in their lithe form. “I want this to end with us entwined. I am of the mind that you would agree.” She swallowed and nodded her head dumbly.
As they held her against their form, she automatically linked her arms around their neck as her legs came up and wrapped around their narrow hips. Faer shifted, spinning on one knee and pressing her against the bed again. She went boneless, save for her arms staying around their neck, and they easily settled back between her legs. Their mouths met once more, and there was a strange finality to it that Anne Claire couldn't place. Their tongues twisted around each other’s in urgency as their lips collided again and again. There was a fervent, frustrated quality to Faer's kisses, as though they were trying to expend all the emotions bottled inside their head and fill hers with them. The notion was strange – they could share their thoughts through the link – but it didn't take much searching for her to see that they were trying to sort through their own feelings, one at a time, and she sympathized with having a torrent of feelings to work through, good or bad. So she let them sort themselves out before they went any further.
She could tell when Faer was ready, because the vague tense of turmoil that tinged their connection calmed, and only want and need were left, passed between the two of them. Their lopsided grin was infectious, and she couldn't help but let out a giddy giggle at the delight that the day had brought.
“I think that there has been quite enough stalling, Anne Claire,” they said with an emphatic press of their hips against hers. She felt their erection, thick, pulsing, and cool against her thigh. She licked her lips, eager to feel them inside of her physically in addition to their connection. “I find it absolutely imperative that I express to you just how much I adore you.”
“Faer,” she breathed in what little space there was between them. Their lips reached her breasts and they kissed them tenderly, licking her pebbled nipples, teasing them until she all but sang their name. Faer's hands groped at her waist slightly massaging her hips to soothe her before moving downwards toward her quivering, sweat slicked thighs. She idly wondered how much of that was actually sweat, and how much of that simply dripped from her core throughout their little session.
“Were I not so eager to feel you, I might make a comment about how lewd your thoughts are,” Faer teased with a breathless chuckle. Anne Claire wanted to cover her face in mortification, but knew from their shared connection that they were hardly in any position to talk. “It is as you think – my thoughts are hardly any better than yours,” another light chuckle. “I fear my eagerness might leave us both a bit bruised, but I suspect that you will not mind one bit.” They softly licked at the shell of her ear before lightly nibbling at her earlobe, drawing a low, guttural moan from her lips. “All the same, I would greatly appreciate if you could please tell me if it becomes too much for you.” Without warning, the head of their cock slid over her clit and rubbed against it, lubricating it thoroughly. “I cannot ascertain the results of our experiment accurately if you are not honest, after all.” Satisfied that their cock was thoroughly lubricated, they plunged their slicked shaft deeply inside of her in one steady thrust of their hips.
The width of their cock stretched her in such a delicious way – it wasn't enough to ever morph into pain, but it was just enough that she felt as though she were completely filled by them. Faer hummed, pleased when they could only feel pleasure from her, and she reveled in feeling both the physical pleasure of being filled, and the telepathically shared pleasure of filling, and her mind grappled with the wondrous impossibility of the sensation. Tears filled her eyes in spite of everything, and although everything that she was feeling was absolutely wonderful, it still felt like a rising tide that was swallowing her whole.
Faer stilled in their movements, cool lips kissing away her tears as she felt them trying to soothe her in their shared mental space. She sucked in air and did her best to ease her hammering heart. After a few precious and much needed seconds to collect herself, she nodded at them to continue. They happily obliged, pressing a kiss to her forehead as their hips began to move again. This time, she had mentally braced for the looping pleasure that was cycling between them, and welcomed the tide as it washed over her.
Their hips rocked in a steady but firm pace, their hands gripping her hips to steady themselves against the continually increasing pace they set. Their cooler body temperature made for such a strange combination of hot and cold – her body felt like it was the fire being quenched by Faer's ice, and as their bodies mingled, she let the sensations of hot and cool take turns on her body. The end result was a strangely wondrous sense of flux, like she was floating in a body of water with a temperature that shifted with the current.
Anne Claire's first peak nearly snuck up on her for how quickly she had reached it under their relentless attention. She was so caught off guard that she only nearly managed to not dig her nails into Faer's back as her spine arched in pleasure. She knew that she was crying out in ecstasy only because she sensed Faer's borderline smug pride at it as she started to come down from her high.
As soon as her elation wound down to quiet whimpering, they shifted her hips to a different angle and began their thrusts once more. She knew, deep down, that she shouldn't have been astonished that she could feel the beginnings of a second orgasm building up again inside of her already, but it still caught her off guard. Though, she only needed to look into their connection to understand what they were doing: they were edging themselves, drawing out the experience and maximizing how much the both of them could get out of it.
The realization still didn't stop her from cumming a second time.
Their thrusts slowed once she had gathered her wits back up again, but each one drove their hard length deep inside her core, sending wave after wave of sensation rippling through her core. She felt like she was throbbing, her heat the welded metal that was being quenched by Faer's cool body. Flailing, she clung to them when their thrusts began to stutter in their rhythm. They regarded her quietly, and she could feel the thoughts whirring in their head: they were close. The thought delighted her as much as it disappointed her.
“I hope that three will be sufficient for now,” Faer said with soft determination as their hips began to drive into her a little faster, a little harder than before. Their body, now freed from their horrific illness, was more durable and didn't wear down so easily, she could tell from their shared link. So when their breaths became even more ragged and their fingertips dug into the flesh on her hips, she knew it was not fatigue that they were feeling. She could fee
l her third orgasm building itself back up inside of her, and all she felt past that was the need for its release. “Together?” They rasped as the two of them hit their stride, their bodies pulsing in nearly perfect synchronization.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she managed to wheeze out in time with her breaths. Their thrusts became erratic and they moaned out her name into your sensitive ears. Her clenching and writhing proved to be both of their final undoing, as it sent the both of them careening into their orgasms. Her core felt hot and numb all at once as they filled her with their thick seed, gripping her hips even tighter, nearly to the point of bruising as they continued to pulse inside of her until they finally had nothing more to give before collapsing into a boneless heap beside her on the bed.
Chapter 19
For what seemed like an eternity, neither of them could speak and instead simply lied there, gulping in sweet air and letting the chill of the room cool their bodies, but even if they had managed to muster the strength to say anything, words would have fallen short in that moment, and they both knew it. They would have paled in comparison to the way the two of them were holding each other, to the way they softly stroked each other's faces, hair, sides, and the quiet between the two of them was too profound.
