by Ruby Dixon
He considers for a moment, hand on his hips. It draws attention to the fact that, fully erect, his cock is jutting out almost obscenely from his body. I…can’t stop staring at it. “I normally sit.” He folds his big body down and sits in the furs again, and immediately one hand goes to his cock. He curls his fingers around the base and then looks expectantly at me.
“What?” I squirm uncomfortably in my seat. I feel off kilter and curiously exposed in this situation. It’s not…bad. It’s just strange. I’ve had sex in the past, before my rape. Lord knows I’ve masturbated. It’s not that I don’t feel safe. I just feel…strangely breathless. I clamp my thighs together because my pulse is starting to thrum between them.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“M-me?” I stammer. “What do you mean?”
“I want you to tell me what you wish me to do. How I should touch myself to please you.” His eyes are gleaming with that wild intensity again, and as my gaze flicks from his face back to his dick, I see even more pre-cum beading on the head of it, as if just talking to me is turning him on like no tomorrow.
“Why do you want me to direct you?”
“Because it pleases me,” he says, voice blunt. There’s a rasp in his tone that wasn’t there before, and I watch as his hand tenses around his cock, as if he’s having to will himself not to stroke it without permission. “And because I want you to realize that I will only do what gives you pleasure. Nothing else.”
Oh boy. I wrap my arms around myself and stare at him. He doesn’t move, and when I realize that he’s waiting patiently for me, dick in hand, I feel safe. He’s letting me have all the control. If touching scares me, then we’ll do other naughty things to work up to the touching. He’s willing to do whatever it is I want, as long as it helps me.
Not that this is a hardship for him, I’m sure.
I wet my lips with my tongue and start to speak, then pause. I notice his gaze is on my mouth now. I glance down at his cock, and his hand is tight around the base. “Stroke it,” I whisper, feeling daring. “Slowly.”
It’s utterly titillating to me when his fisted hand moves up and down with excruciating slowness. He pumps it once, giving a little twist of his wrist when he gets to the head before sliding back down the shaft. Oh. That’s fascinating to me. “Do that again.”
“What part?” His voice is thick with lust.
“All of it.” I can’t stop watching as he does it again, dragging his big hand over his cock. It makes me feel hollow inside, as if I need to be filled up with that big cock. I’m not ready for that, but I’m encouraged by the fact that I’m feeling aroused at the sight of him touching himself. “Squeeze the head,” I tell him when he strokes again.
He does, and I watch more pre-cum bead on the crown. It’s dripping with his juices now, and I feel the overwhelming urge to lean over and lick it up. I bet he’d taste like he smells – musky and delicious – but I don’t move a muscle. I’m not brave enough yet. Instead, I just clasp my hands and stick them between my thighs. I’m feeling twitchy all over, and the cave definitely feels hotter than before. Maybe it’s me that’s overheating.
Salukh pauses in his motions, and gives me another intense look. He’s waiting for more direction. I’m not sure what else guys do when they jerk off. They just stroke their cocks, right? I know men aren’t like women and they don’t need as much stimulus, but it seems a shame to have all this glorious masculinity in front of me and just have him quickly jerk one out. So I scan his big body, and think about what I’d touch, what I’m longing to run my hands over. His soft, suede-like skin is appealing to me. “Can you…can you slide one of your hands down your chest?”
His brows draw together, but he nods and moves a hand quickly down his front.
“Slowly,” I tell him, and I’m surprised at how breathless I sound. I shift on my knees, my thighs clamping tight together again. “Like I was touching you.”
His eyes flare with such intense longing that it takes my breath away.
Not yet. But hopefully soon.
He puts a hand to his breastbone and then slowly trails his fingers down his chest, gliding over hard pectorals and down the rippling six-pack that seems to go on for ever and ever, his belly flat and gorgeous.
“Your nipples,” I tell him, and I feel my own harden in response.
Salukh hesitates a moment and then grazes his fingers over his nipple without a lot of interest.
“Not doing it for you?” I ask, smiling. He just seems so oddly confused by the touch.
“I do not have much feeling here,” he tells me. “The skin is hard, like my knees.”
Oh. It is? My fingers itch to touch and find out for myself, but not today. Today there’s an unspoken boundary between us. “Then how about your spur?”
This makes his eyes flare again. He slowly glides his hand down his stomach the way I like, and as I watch, he caresses and encircles the small, horn-like protuberance. I remember Georgie telling me it was like a thumb and hit all the right spots on a human girl. It seems like it’s interesting for Salukh, too. The way he circles the base of it tells me he’s touched this spot before.
“Keep touching it,” I tell him. “And use your other hand to work your cock.”
He inhales sharply and does as I ask. Instead of slow, languid movements, though, his hand grips his cock hard and he gives it a rough stroke. His fingers drag hard over the ridges, and I watch as his other hand teases his spur. He’s really into it now, and I lick my lips watching him.
I’m definitely feeling things. Not fear, either. I’m feeling…horny. For the first time in a long time. And it feels really good.
“I think of you,” he growls, and my startled gaze goes from his cock back to his face. He’s watching me with that focused gaze, his blue eyes hypnotizing in their fierceness. “When I touch myself, I think of you. No others. Just you.”
I suck in a breath. “You do?”
He nods slowly, and I watch as his jaw clenches. His head falls back against the rock wall of the cave and he strokes his cock even harder. “I think of your soft skin and your small human body under mine. I think of claiming you as mine and sinking so deep inside you that your cunt clasps around me like a fist.”
Oh God, the urge to stick my hand down the front of my leggings and touch myself is getting stronger by the moment. “Because I’m the only one available?”
“Because you are Tee-fah-nee,” he says, voice thick around the syllables of my name. Heat flutters through me and I watch as he does that tawdry little wrist flick as he strokes over the head of his cock again. “I like your smile, and your skin, and your hair, and the way you smell. I like the look of your ass when you walk away. I like to imagine what your cunt will look like stretched around my cock.”
A little gasp escapes me. His words are filthy, but…I love it. My nipples feel impossibly hard, begging to be touched. My own breathing has quickened, and as I look over at Salukh working his cock, I see he’s breathing hard, too.
“Are you going to come soon?” I ask, and my fascinated gaze moves back down to his cock. He’s working it furiously with his hand now, his other teasing and circling against his spur.
“Do you want me to?” he asks, voice thick.
I nod. “I want to see it,” I whisper. I want to watch him as he comes and see what he looks like. I want to see his face, because I know he’ll be thinking of me as he comes, and for some reason, I find that intensely appealing.
I thought we were just friends. But friends don’t picture other friends when they masturbate, do they? Something tells me we’ve gone over the friendship line at some point and I never even noticed.
Nor do I care. I like being around Salukh. I’m attracted to him. I gaze at all that blue, velvety skin rippling over taut muscles and the thick, coarse black hair that flows down his horned head and over his shoulders. I eye the big, thick cock he’s pumping in his hands furiously. How can I not be attracted to all this? He’s gorgeous, raw
and masculine in ways that most Earth guys aren’t.
The breath hisses from between his fangs, and then Salukh comes. His body stiffens and I watch in fascination as his cock spurts clear, pale semen all over his hands and spatters his chest. He groans my name and continues to milk his cock, sending more ropes of come over his skin.
Oh, wow. That was beautiful. I’m utterly fascinated and I can’t stop staring, even as he slowly gives his cock a few more strokes and then releases it. There’s come all over him, and he’s covered by a faint sheen of sweat, but I’ve never seen him look so satisfied.
Or so utterly possessive as he looks at me.
He nods to something behind me. “There is a cloth over there. Hand it to me so I may clean myself up?”
Oh. Of course. I’m blushing like a schoolgirl for some reason. I hand it to him and try to be all nonchalant as he wipes the gleaming remnants of his spend off his lickable abs. “Your come looks different than human come.”
He seems surprised. “Does it?”
“Thinner,” I point out, though I’m just babbling I guess. “More liquid. It’s not a big deal. I just thought it was curious.”
He grunts and finishes cleaning himself off, then tosses the small towel aside and looks at me with those hot, hot eyes. “Shall I stay naked for you?”
I tilt my head, curious. Stay naked? Not that I mind, of course, I’m just wondering…naked for what?
The question must be written on my face. A devilish smile curves his mouth. “It is your turn now, Tee-fah-nee.”
Chapter Eight
SALUKH
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good. Tee-fah-nee has been very brave this day, and we are making great strides. Soon I will be able to touch her and pleasure her as my mate, resonance or not. Today, I touched myself but with her watching, it felt as if we were one. I have never rubbed my cock so hard, and never have I come so much. Her lovely face was fascinated as I came, and I felt like the strongest, most virile man on the planet as she commanded me to touch myself for her pleasure. And now it is time for her to touch herself.
Her pretty mouth opens and gapes like a fish’s. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” I gesture at myself, still boldly naked, my cock still twitching and semi-hard from my recent play. “Did my efforts not please you?”
She squirms, but she doesn’t look miserable at the thought. Just shy. “Salukh, I don’t know…”
I desperately want to touch her, but I do not know how she will take it. “There is no shame in this cave, Tee-fah-nee. No shame between us. Are we not friends?”
“I don’t do this sort of thing with my friends,” she huffs, but she starts to pull off her leather dress, and it’s all I can do not to jump to my feet with excitement and help strip the clothing off of her. I long to see her naked. I’ve seen her bathing in the pool back at the main cave – my people are not shy about bodily functions of any kind – but the humans are quick to cover their bodies up and they act as if naked breasts and thighs are things to be worried over. For her to strip down in front of me feels like a treat just for my eyes, and I am hungry for it.
She slowly removes her tunic, revealing a leather band wrapped tightly around her breasts. Curious. I say nothing, simply watching as she gets to her feet and daintily begins to remove her leggings and boots. She is graceful in her movements, my human, and her smooth skin invites the touch. I long for the day when I will be able to caress her as my own.
Not today, I tell my khui. But soon.
She pulls her clothing off and then she is dressed in nothing but the band around her breasts, and she pulls that free a moment later and stands in front of me, body proud. She is so lovely it makes my jaw ache. I drink in the sight of her, of her full hips that flare out, the gentle curve of her belly, the surprising fullness of her breasts. They are tipped with dark nipples and my mouth waters at the thought of sucking them. She also has a dark thatch of fur between her thighs, right over her sex. I find it strange but charming, and soon I will be able to bury my face in those curls and lick her as a mate should.
“Did you get a good look?” she teases, but there’s a nervous note in her voice.
“I would look more,” I say, voice thick with the ache to claim her as my own.
To my delight, she chuckles and gives a little turn, showing off her tail-less bottom to me. It’s rounded and full and so beautiful I want to put my hands on her right now. I clench them into fists and force them to my sides. If I grab her now, she will panic.
She finishes her twirl and then sits down in the furs. As I watch, she shivers and fine little bumps raise on her skin.
“Cold?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Always cold.”
“Come and sit with me, then. I will keep you warm.”
The look she gives me is utterly scandalized. Her gaze darts to my naked body, my cock still somewhat hard (and getting harder by the moment). “You’re naked. We’re both naked.”
“You’re cold,” I tell her. “And I will not touch you. That is our agreement for today. You commanded me to touch myself, and now I will command you for your pleasure. And you will have more pleasure if you are warm.” I gesture at my lap again. It’s not entirely an unselfish move – I want her warm body pressing up against mine while she touches herself. If I cannot put my hands on her, it is the next best thing.
She hesitates and then rubs her arms. I notice her nipples have grown tight, the peaks extending and I want to touch them and feel if they are as soft as the rest of her. Patience, I tell myself, even as she settles onto one of my thighs. Look at how she comes to you so sweetly now. Do not ruin it because you think with your cock.
Ah, but my cock has all the good ideas.
Tee-fah-nee wiggles a little as she tries to get comfortable on my leg. “This feels strange.”
“Put your back on my chest,” I tell her. “Lean against me.” It will give me the perfect view to watch her touch herself, and I feel my cock growing hard with excitement at the thought.
She does, and I feel her soft skin slide against mine. I stifle the groan rising in my throat, because she feels better than anything I have ever felt in my life. Her skin touching mine? There is no greater pleasure to be found. Her bottom nestles against my hard cock and her thighs slide open. “I feel weird,” she confesses.
The word does not register. “I do not know this ‘weird’, but you are beautiful to me.”
She sighs, pleased by my words, and leans back against me. Her hands go to her breasts, and she begins to play with her nipples. I watch hungrily as she strokes her fingers lightly over her skin.
“You’re watching me,” she says in a low voice. “I can feel your gaze on me.” Her fingertips glide over her nipple and it hardens as she circles it.
“I am watching you,” I admit. “There is no shame in that. You are beautiful and I would enjoy the sight of you touching yourself.”
Her small laugh is sweet, as is the sight of her hand skimming to her belly. I watch with eagerness as her legs part and her fingers slide to the curls between her legs. Suddenly, I catch the faint scent of arousal perfuming the air.
I groan aloud, unable to help myself. “You’re wet, aren’t you? I can smell your scent.”
“You can?” Her legs immediately snap closed. “Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing.”
“There is nothing to be embarrassed of,” I tell her, and have to force myself not to grab her knees and pry them apart again. “Your scent is delicious. I long to bathe my tongue in it.”
Her little moan catches me off guard, and as I look down, her knees slowly part again. “You’d…you’d tongue me?”
“For hours,” I rasp, imagining the joy of it. “I would push my face between your legs and drink from you. I would run my tongue over every last bit of your skin and make sure that all of it has been thoroughly licked. I would fuck your cunt with my tongue. I would mate it with my mouth.”
Her breath shudders and, as I watch, her hand slides
between her legs. She spreads her folds and the scent of her envelopes me. I bite back another groan, because she starts to play with herself. There’s a little nipple between her legs, just like Vektal told us of the humans, and she caresses and plays with it as I watch. My cock aches, pressed between her body and mine, but I would not move in this moment for anything. The sight of her touching herself is too lovely to interrupt.
“Tell me more,” she whispers.
So I do. I go into great detail of all the things I would do to her, the things I would use my tongue to do. I have never coupled, but I have a great imagination and I let it carry my fantasies from my mind out to her ears. With each bold statement, she shudders and rubs herself a little more. She likes my words. She finds them arousing. I can feel the wetness coating her thighs and sliding onto mine, and the urge to lick it up is strong. I cannot wait to taste her.
Her body begins to tense against mine, and her movements become frantic, uneven. She is close to coming, and I cannot help myself; I lean down and press my nose into her bouncy, curly hair. “All of that will be nothing compared to what I do for you with my cock.”
She cries out and her back arches, her nipples pointing at the air. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, my hands gripping at the wall with the effort not to touch her, not to scare her. She moans long and hard, and her entire body shudders. Her splayed legs tremble, and then I feel another rush of wetness drip onto my thighs. She’s come, and come hard.
Tee-fah-nee falls back against my chest and moans. “Oh, good gravy.”
These words do not make sense together, but the look on her face is one of bliss, and she turns and cuddles against my chest. Daring, I slowly put my arms around her and am pleased when she doesn’t pull away.
“Well, that was…something else,” she says, breathless.
I agree. I cannot wait to do it again.
Chapter Nine
TIFFANY
The guards are standing outside of our cell. It’s cramped, and someone’s legs are tangled with mine. My hip hurts from resting on the same spot for the last few days, but I don’t have any other options. There’s no room to move around.