by Ruby Dixon
I groan, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the touch. “Have you…mated before, Mah-dee?”
“Yup. Does that bother you?” Her hand squeezes my balls again.
I shake my head. “Right now the only thing that would bother me is if you stopped.”
She giggles, and the sound is light and flirty and makes my entire body surge with lust. I grab a handful of her yellow mane, careful not to pull, and wrap it around my hand. “So you wish to kiss?”
“Among other things.”
I lean in toward her. She turns her face up toward mine and her hands go around my neck—and I growl low, because I want those small fingers back on my cock, stroking it. I study her mouth. I have seen the others put their lips on their mates and act as if they are devouring their females. I wonder if there is more to it than just placing a mouth atop another.
She smiles up at me and licks her lips. “Let me take the lead.” And then she pulls on my neck until I move closer to her. I am so tall that I am hunched over her smaller form, but it does not matter once her lips brush over mine. They are soft and sweet to taste, and I am stunned by how good they feel against mine. Why had my people never kissed before the humans came? This seems…natural. Good. Right. Her lips move against mine, nipping gently at the hard seam of my mouth, and I let her lead because she wants to.
Mah-dee chuckles and bites at my lower lip. “Relax, big guy.”
I try to. Nothing in my body is ‘relaxed’ at the thought of Mah-dee’s touch. Everything is tense and aching and desperate for more caresses.
Then her tongue flicks against the seam of my mouth. “Open for me. Just watch the fangs.”
I do, and then her smooth little tongue slicks against mine. I groan even as she gasps and pulls back, her fingers flying to her mouth. “What is it?” I ask, worried. “Did I do it wrong?”
“Your tongue. It’s ridged!”
“Yes?” I think again about the feel of hers slicking into my mouth, and then cup her face in my hands. “Yours is not? Show me.”
She sticks her tongue out at me, and it is pink and soft and smooth. Fascinating. I rub my thumb along her smooth lip as she tucks her tongue back into her mouth, fascinated by the differences. I have seen the other human females around the cave, but I did not stop and think of how those differences would feel against mine. “I wish you to stick your tongue into my mouth again.”
Mah-dee chuckles. “Since you asked so nicely…let me know if you have any other surprises, yes?”
I think for a moment and then lean in to put my mouth on hers. Before I do, I tell her, “My cock has ridges as well.” Just in case she does not know.
Mah-dee gives a little moan, pulling back before our lips meet. “Really?” Her breathing has sped up.
I nod. “It is good?”
“Oh, I think it is,” she breathes, and then presses her mouth to mine again.
I part my lips and wait for her tongue. Mah-dee does not disappoint me; I feel her tongue brush against my lips and then slide into my mouth a moment later. The feel of it is incredible, and it makes me hungry for more. Unsure if I am supposed to remain still and let her slide her tongue against me, I test-rub my tongue along hers.
She gives a soft little noise of pleasure that makes my cock throb in response.
My own need is threatening to erupt. I slide my tongue along hers again, and she tilts the angle of her head. Then we are kissing more deeply, our tongues meshing and twining as our mouths devour one another. Over and over, we kiss.
It is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I want to keep kissing her but Mah-dee pulls her mouth from mine, and her hands tear at my vest. “Take this off,” she tells me. “I want to see the goods.”
I am still dazed by the feel of her mouth against mine. I want it back. I want her tongue sliding into my mouth again and rubbing against me with its smooth, slick feel. I want the taste of her on my lips again. I growl as she tugs my vest down my arms, trapping them in the leather.
“Don’t be such a baby,” she murmurs as she pulls at the clothing. “I’m going to put my mouth on you again.” Her hands go to my bared chest a moment later and she sighs with intense pleasure. “God, are you this hard all over?”
“Harder here,” I tell her, and take her hand and place it on my cock again. It is a bold move, but I am learning that Mah-dee is a bold female.
“Mmm, yes you are,” she breathes, and rubs my cock again. “I can’t feel the ridges through your pants. Guess they’re going to have to come off.”
She truly wishes to mate? I love that this human female is so fearless and bold, unlike her crying sister. “I am bigger than you. You are not afraid, are you?”
“Pfft. Nope. The whole size thing’s kinda doing it for me,” she says, and I do not follow all her words. I do not need to. There is arousal in her eyes and hunger as she gazes at me. That tells me enough. She looks up at me, a sly expression on her face, and smiles. Her fingers go to the laces at the sides of my loincloth. “Let’s get rid of this ugly-ass diaper, huh?”
“Di-per?”
“Doesn’t matter what it’s called, because it’s coming off,” she tells me, and then gives the leather a hard tug. The knots tighten, and I push her fingers aside so I can show her how to undo the laces, because I want to see her reaction to my body. So far she has been eager to touch me. Will she be as eager once she sees my cock and its pronounced ridges?
My leathers fall to the floor, and I stand before her in nothing but my boots.
Mah-dee sucks in a breath, gazing down at my erect, straining cock. She drops to her knees in front of me. “Wow. Yes, please, this is definitely going on my wish list.”
“I do not understand what you mean,” I murmur, my voice thick. Her kneeling before me is giving my mind all kinds of wild ideas.
“Shhh,” she tells me. “Don’t interrupt. I need a few moments alone with this big guy.” Her hand curls around my cock, and I hiss at the sensation. Nothing has ever felt better than that small touch. Nothing. “Damn, my friend. You are packing some serious heat under that furry diaper of yours.”
“Sa-khui are naturally warmer than humans,” I tell her, utterly distracted by her touch.
“Wasn’t what I meant, but yeah, I noticed.” And she leans in and rubs her face against my cock.
I groan loudly again and then bite down on my knuckle, staring at the open doorway. Even though the storage cave is tucked away into the back of the tribal cave, I do not want someone coming to see what strange creature is moaning and grunting back here.
I do not want anything to interrupt Mah-dee’s studying of my body.
“Mmm,” she breathes, rubbing the length of my cock against her cheek, and then rubs my cockhead against her soft lips. “I don’t guess you’ve ever had a girl touch you like this before, have you?”
“Never,” I breathe. I clench a fist at my side, because her touch makes me want to spill. Already my sac is tight against my body, my cock throbbing with the need to release. Yet I do not want that; I want her to keep touching me forever because it feels so very good.
“Then let me be the first to blow your mind,” she says, looking up at me. She’s got a wicked little smile on her face as she slips her tongue out and licks the head of my cock.
I stagger backward, almost losing my balance. There is a primal sound rising in my throat that I must work to swallow, but Mah-dee only grins and licks the head of my cock again, her small, smooth tongue lapping up my pre-cum.
And I cannot stop watching. I am utterly entranced by her pink mouth working over the head of my cock, her fingers gripping my ridged length, the look of pleasure on her face as she tastes me.
Did I think that kissing made today the best day of my life? My imagination was not ready for this. Nothing can be better than this.
But then she moans as she drags my cockhead along her tongue, sucking me into her mouth. Her hand slides between her thighs, and I smell the musky scent of h
It seems my imagination is a poor thing after all.
She pulls her mouth off my length and I feel the loss of her tongue keenly. Instead, she strokes her hand up and down my length, pumping me. Her gaze moves over my body and then she looks up at me. “All right, I need to ask about the elephant in the room. What’s this?” She gestures with her other hand at my spur. “I have to admit that’s new to me. And I’ve been trying to be cool about it, but like…I need to know.”
“It is my spur.”
“Super. What’s it do?”
Do? I shrug, covering her hand with mine so she will stroke me harder. “It is there. I do not know that it does anything.”
“Huh. Human guys don’t have those.” She tilts her head, studying it. “That’s not going to make sex impossible, is it?”
“The other humans have not complained to their mates,” I tell her.
“Hmm. Fair enough. Can I touch it?”
“I would rather you continue to touch my cock, but you can touch it, yes. I am yours to touch wherever.”
She looks up and wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Don’t make me test that theory.”
Her words make new lust surge through me. This female is fearless. I did not realize how appealing such a thing could be.
I remain still as her hand moves from my cock and caresses my spur. “It feels hard,” she says, curiosity in her voice. “How strange.”
Her fingertips are ticklish, and my cock jerks in response to her feather-light touches. “It is, yes.”
“I wonder what sort of evolutionary purpose it serves, you know? There’s a reason for everything, and I can’t figure out the reason for this one.”
“Does it need a reason to exist?” I cannot concentrate on her words, not with her small fingers stroking my spur like my cock.
“I guess it will remain a mystery for a bit longer,” she says, and then leans in to give it a lick. “Can I play with your tail?”
My tail? I shudder at the thought, because then I truly will spill my seed. The underside of it is beyond sensitive. “I…would explore you, now.”
Her eyes brighten. “Would you? I love it when a man volunteers.” She gives a little shimmy and slides her tunic over her head, tossing it to the side. She wears the strange strap across her teats that I have seen a few of the other humans employ, and removes it quickly before shucking her leggings and tossing the leathers aside.
I move closer to her, admiring her body. She is small—all the humans are—but her body seems to be sturdier than the others, her thighs thick and full, her belly rounded. Her scent is light and musky, but lovely, and her teats are large and plump, tipped with rosy nipples that draw my attention.
I brush a knuckle over her pale skin, and she feels smooth but different than sa-khui skin. For a moment, I am overwhelmed. It has been a long time since I have felt the warmth of another’s skin against mine. I did not realize it until I touched her softness. Living as a hunter with no mate is a lonely life, but a hunter in exile? It crushes my spirit. I swallow hard to rid myself of the knot in my throat. “I like the way you feel.”
“Do you?” There’s a slightly nervous note in her voice. She gives a little wiggle and puts her hands on my arms, stroking them. “I’m not too weird to you?”
“Perhaps I like weird,” I tell her, gruff. She has no protective ridges on her arms or her round belly. She is vulnerable and soft everywhere. And yet… I like it. I like touching her softness. I like her smooth, pink skin and the tiny tuft of fur between her thighs. And I like her big, bouncy teats. They draw my hands and I cup them, fascinated. The females of my tribe do not grow as bountiful here as the humans do.
Mah-dee sucks in a breath, her nails scratching at my arms. There’s a glazed look in her heavy-lidded eyes as I touch her, and I am fascinated by her response. I want to do more. I caress her heavy teats, tracing their shape. My thumb skims over the tight, pink bud of one nipple, and she makes another choked sound. So I do it again, stroking the nub with the pad of my thumb, over and over as I watch her face.
Her lips part and she closes her eyes. Another soft, throaty sound escapes her, and then I smell the musky scent of her arousal in the air. She likes it when I touch her teats like this. Is it like my cock, then? Because when she rubbed her face against mine, I nearly came undone.
I would like to do that to her.
So I drop to my knees and pull her body against me.
She makes a tiny exclamation, but her hands go to my shoulders. Mah-dee runs her fingers through my hair even as I bury my face between her teats and begin to lick her flesh. Her breathless moan of pleasure is encouraging, and I nuzzle at her soft, soft skin until I find one of those pink nipples and tongue it.
Her hands tighten in my hair and she gasps. “Ohmigod.”
“Tell me if you do not like what I do,” I say between nips to the skin. Even her nipples are soft. My own are hard and rough, but hers feel tender under my tongue, and I lick the underside of one, dragging my tongue over it.
She shivers and moans against me. “I don’t know if that’s humanly possible.”
Her excitement—and the tight grip of her hands in my hair—encourage me to do more. I glide a hand down her side, caressing her hip and bottom. She is plump everywhere, and smooth, and touching her like this makes my cock strain, desperate to be buried inside her warmth.
This is what it is like to have a mate, I realize with wonder. Holding your female in your arms and pleasuring her. Knowing that she is yours for all time. I am filled with longing so intense that it takes my breath away. I imagine Mah-dee in my furs every night, and waking up with her softness curled up against me. I imagine her body rounded with my kit. I imagine her by my fire, giving me those sharp, teasing looks of hers even as she nurses our son in her arms.
My hands tighten on her skin.
I want that.
I want all of that.
I squeeze one rounded flank, and then slide my hand over her thigh. I want to touch that thatch of fur between her thighs, and the pink folds it hides underneath. I want to discover the third nipple I have heard the hunters talk about. The sa-khui women do not have one, and I can only imagine what it feels like.
If she is aroused by my tongue on her teats, how will she react if I put my mouth on her there? I groan at the thought, and press my face in the valley between her teats again, trying to keep control. We should not be here, in the storage room, naked and exploring each other. I am in exile. My duty is to hunt and remain scarce around the caves.
And yet…I cannot seem to stop touching Mah-dee.
I will pleasure her first. Then we will stop.
I push my hand between her thighs, cupping her mound. The fur here is not soft like the mane on her head, but tight with curls. It is wet, too, damp with her arousal, and my mouth waters in response. I want to taste her. I want to see what that wetness tastes like on my tongue. But her thighs are quivering against my hand. I do not want to push her too far. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Are you kidding me?” She sounds as breathless as I feel. “Just now, when you’re getting to the promised land?”
“Land?”
“Never mind. Just keep going.” Mah-dee wiggles against my hand, rubbing her cunt against my palm. “I’ll just be quiet.”
I snort. “You have not been quiet since I entered this cave. I doubt you shall start now.” She feels like all wet folds under my hand, soft and fragrant and slick. I drag one fingertip along the seam of her cunt, tracing it. “Are you sensitive here?”
“Oh my god,” she breathes. “You have no idea how much.”
“I want to learn.”
Mah-dee’s hand knots in my hair, her grip tight. “Then keep going.”
I do. I explore her with my fingers, paying attention to each gasp, each hitch of her breath, and I learn her body. I find the entrance to her core, where she is slickest and hottest, and cannot help but push a finger into the opening, imagining it is my cock. Her soft cries and the way she jerks against my hand tell me that she is imagining the same. I want to push deeper, to thrust into her and see her body quiver, but…I want it to be my cock, not my hand. So I search for her third nipple instead.
I find it tucked into the front of her folds, a tiny nub hidden in the slick softness. She moans loudly when my fingers skate over it. I want to bring my hand to my mouth and taste her, but I want to keep pleasuring her, too. The need to please her wins out over my own selfishness and I circle my fingertip around her nipple, watching her expression. Her face is tight, her brows wrinkled together as if she is concentrating hard, her lips parted.
She is so lovely to look at that my mouth waters again.
There is another way to taste her, then.
I look around. There is a pile of extra furs in one corner of the storage room, behind a few baskets. I grab Mah-dee by the thighs and heft her in my arms as I get to my feet. She makes a small noise of protest, but it is muffled—she does not want us to be found, either. I carry her to the furs and set her on her back, and before she can say anything, I push her thighs apart and my mouth is on her. I give her a long, thorough lick, making sure to flick my tongue over her nipple. She tastes as sweet and musky as she smells, and I am filled with Mah-dee’s scent, her flavor.
It makes me hungry for more.
Mah-dee whimpers. I feel her legs tremble, and then she hooks one thigh over my shoulder. Her hands grip my horns. She is not pushing me away. She wants more.
I am eager to give her more. With a hungry growl in my throat, I lick her again. And again. I use my tongue to give her pleasure, trying to make her produce more of those little cries that make my body tighten in response.
“I’m so close,” she tells me, pulling on my horns. “Use your fingers, too. Thrust into me with them.”
Her demanding tone fills me with a fierce response. If she wants more, I will give her everything I can. I double up on my ferocity, tonguing and licking at her nipple. I slide my fingers along the slippery folds of her cunt, seeking out her opening, and when I find it, she cries out again. She wants me to use my fingers? I shall. I thrust into her with one, and it is nearly my undoing.
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