by Ruby Dixon
“I do, eh?” I nip her breast again, unable to resist.
“You do.”
“And my horns?”
Her little brow furrows. “They’re, um, horny? Big and horny?”
I chuckle at the description. “You do not find my horns erotic?”
“Should I?” A worried look crosses her face. “I mean, they’re great horns, and I’m not trying to insult. I just like your hair so much better. Not that you would look better without horns. I think you look great with them. I’m just not used to judging horns, and I don’t know what a good horn looks like compared to a bad horn, and I’m babbling, aren’t I?” She gives me a chagrined smile.
“You are.” I lean in to kiss her lightly. “But I do not mind it.”
“You’re the only one,” she mutters. “Most people get tired of it pretty damn fast, especially when I put my foot in my mouth, as I tend to do repeatedly.”
“I am not most people,” I tell her with a lick to her navel. She shivers and sucks in as I do so, and it makes me want to taste her there again. “And I like your talking. You can talk as much as you want around me, and I will enjoy all of it.”
Suh-mer sighs happily. “And that’s why you’re the best guy ever. I never feel like you’re just waiting for me to shut up.”
“If you were silent, I would miss your thoughts,” I admit, kissing lower. Her skin is exceptionally soft here.
“Are you sure you’re not crazy? Because I think you’re the only man in the world that would say that.” Her hands stray to my horns, and she holds the base of one tightly as I move lower. She sighs deeply as I nuzzle the tuft of hair over her mound. “If we’re going to take our sweet time, should I point out that you’re going directly to third base? I don’t mind it—I actually love third base—but I thought perhaps I should mention it.”
I do not know what this “third base” is. “I like your cunt,” I tell her. “And I like licking it. I see no problem with going directly to it.”
“Oh boy, I like it when you lick it, too,” she breathes, and her hand tightens on my horn. “I’m gonna shut up now. Carry on.”
I chuckle and give her a long, slow taste. My groan of bliss is drowned out in her cry of pleasure, and she squirms underneath me. I love how she responds, and it fills me with fierce, possessive need. I want to do more. I want to see her arch underneath me, mouth parted as she comes hard. I want to feel her cunt clench around my finger. More than that, I want to sink into her and feel her warmth clasp my cock. I want to fill her with my seed and surge deep into her body. I am hungry to claim all of her.
I let hunger drive my tongue. Each lick, each drag of the tip of my tongue over her cunt, is filled with the intensity rushing through me. I need her, and I have waited long enough. Tonight, she is mine.
“Oh!” Suh-mer cries as I circle her clit like she has shown me. “Oh god, that’s really good.” Her hands go behind her head, and she clasps the blankets tight. Her legs hook over my shoulders, and I can feel her thighs squeezing against my ears. “You’re going to kill me with your tongue. You really, really are. Oh god. Oh shit. Oh, Warrek.”
I punctuate her words with a lick each time. My cock is surging fiercely in my loincloth, and I yearn to take my leathers off and press my skin to hers. Perhaps I want too much, too quickly.
But then she moans again, and I taste fresh wetness on her cunt, and my senses are inflamed once more. No waiting, no longer. She is mine, and with every soft cry of my name, she makes it more difficult to resist.
I want her to come first, I think. At least once before I bury myself inside her. I know from our previous pleasurings that she can come quickly if I touch her just right. So I continue to flick my tongue against her clit even as I press a finger to the entrance of her core. She is hot and slick here, and I ease my finger into her. Her cunt is tight, but the feeling is indescribable. My sac tightens against my cock, and it takes all of my control not to come at once. I grind my hips against the furs as she clenches around my finger. I can now find her she-spot easily, but I wish to tease her a little. I drag my fingertip over it and then thrust into her.
Suh-mer cries out, her thighs clenching my face.
I slide my finger out of her and then thrust in again, enjoying her reaction. When I thrust into her again, I add a second finger, stretching her. My cock is much bigger than my fingers, so I must make her ready to take me.
“Tongue,” she pants. “Need more tongue, Warrek. I’m so close.” She rocks down on my fingers, trying to push me deeper into her. “Need more everything.”
I give her a long, slow, teasing lick. “Does your queen require more…strategy?”
“Warrek, hon, I love you,” she pants. “But that makes no sense. Your queen needs you to stick your big bishop into her. No, wait, a king. Your dick is definitely a king.” She bites down on her lip. “And now I’m using the terrible chess metaphors. Don’t care. I just need to come.”
There is an insistent edge in her voice, and I realize she is close. I angle my fingers again, making sure to stroke against her she-spot inside her when I thrust. Her choked scream tells me this is what she needs, and I suck lightly on her clit to increase her pleasure.
Her cry as she comes is ear-shattering, and I cannot stop the fierce smile that curves my face. Let them all hear my female come as I pleasure her. I continue to pump into her, making her release last as long as possible. She shudders and falls back onto the furs, limp and panting.
Satisfied that she has enjoyed herself, I get to my feet and begin to strip off my leathers.
Suh-mer opens her eyes and watches me. “Go slower.”
“Eh?” I pause, curious.
She sits up on her elbows, a tiny smile curving her mouth. “I wanted to watch the show. Go slower. Let me enjoy the unwrapping. I haven’t gotten to see much, you know. There’s never been time.”
I realize she is right. In all of our furtive pleasurings, she has not had the opportunity to take my leathers off. Her hands have moved over my cock through the leather, but other than that, it has been all about her. Now she wants me to undress slowly to please her? I like the thought, but I also want to be on top of her, sinking into her.
When I hesitate, she wiggles her brow at me. “Don’t be shy. I’m sure you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
She thinks I am shy? I chuckle and undo the knots at my leather loincloth, letting it and my leggings drop to the floor.
Suh-mer makes a sound of protest. “You were supposed to do that slow!” Her eyes widen and she stares at my cock.
“What is it?”
“I forgot,” she whispers. “You do have something I haven’t seen before.”
I stroke a hand down my length. It feels good, but not as good as being seated inside her would feel. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong! I just…” She has an embarrassed look on her face. “Sorta forgot about the spur. I’m sure it’s fine, though. If it was a problem, I imagine someone would have said something earlier. And Gail did try to warn me. I just forgot, is all. Looks nice. I mean, not that the rest of you doesn’t look nice, but I’m just being polite. I’m sure it’s a very nice spur.” Her words creep together, faster and faster. “Not that your dick isn’t nice, too—”
“Hush,” I tell her, and gesture at my cock. “Do you wish to touch me and learn me with your hands?”
Her lips part, and then she nods, an eager expression on her face. “Would you mind?”
“If my mate touched me? Never.” Just the thought has my cock aching. As I glance down, I see fresh pre-cum glide down the head of my cock.
She sits up on her knees, one hand going to my thigh. “Do you need a moment?”
I shake my head. I can control myself. I hope. I close my eyes, because the thought of watching her explore me makes me want to push her into the furs and claim my release. I must be patient.
“All right, then.” Her voice is soft and her hand hesitant on my thigh. “Jus
t say something if I do or touch something you don’t like.”
I nod. What else is there to say? My entire body is tense with anticipation. I remain utterly still, waiting for those first touches.
Even so, I am still not prepared. A hand gently touches my sac, and she cups it in her palms, her fingers teasing my skin. The breath explodes out of me, and I groan. My hands clench at my sides, curled into fists so I do not grab her and scare her. The need I feel for her is dangerously close to blazing out of control, though.
“Your skin is soft here, and it feels hotter than the rest of you. Is that my imagination?” She presses something to my thigh. Her cheek? Her teat? “No, I guess you’re the same warmth everywhere. Maybe it just feels different because it’s so close to your thighs.” Her fingers stroke my sac lightly. “Feels different than how I imagined. Does this feel good?”
All I can manage is a jerky nod. “Everything you do feels good, my mate.”
“Your mate? I like that. I think that’s definitely better than ‘newlywed.’” She chuckles at the thought. “But I suppose if we were newlyweds, this would be our honeymoon. That’s a little trip that a newly married couple takes to get away from everyone so they can just enjoy being married. Kind of a celebration of the union.”
“Like when the others kidnapped their mates when they resonated,” I agreed.
“Not quite the same thing, but you’re getting warmer.” Her hands leave my sac and land on my thighs again. “Is it okay if I touch your cock? You look a little stressed. Are you going to blow your wad? Do I need to stop?”
18
WARREK
Her stream of questions is difficult to concentrate on when all I can think of is how her hands feel on my thigh and where she will put them next. “Touch me how you like,” I manage to grit out.
“Okay, but the moment I see a hint of an O-face, I’m pulling back.”
I am about to agree with her strange words when she lightly strokes my shaft.
Then, it is impossible to think of anything. I am lost to the sensation of her delicate fingers dancing against my skin, the murmurs of appreciation she makes as she explores me, the soft fan of her breath against my flesh. “Ridges here, too. Sweet lord have mercy. And it feels like your skin is even hotter here. Wow. And you’re big, too. I mean, I knew you’d be big, but…this seems big.” Her fingers squeeze the underside of my cockhead. “Can’t-quite-get-my-fingers-around-you big. Not that I’m an expert on big, but seeing up close and personal, it’s a little intimidating.”
I grunt, because I do not wish to influence her. Let her touch me as she likes; I will enjoy all of it.
“Is your spur sensitive?” she asks, whispering. Her fingers graze the length of it, and I am about to tell her no when she strokes the underside. That small brush of her fingers sends a shudder rippling through my body, and I have to bite back my groan of response.
“I’m thinking that’s a yes.” Suh-mer flutters her hands over my length again. “There’s so much here, and you’re so…gorgeous. I think I might need to give myself a moment.”
“Take what you need,” I manage thickly.
“If you say so.” Her tone is suddenly playful, and in the next moment, her mouth is closing over the head of my cock. The breath leaves my body as she flicks her tongue against my skin and then swirls it, over and over. Suh-mer makes a small noise of pleasure as she does. Her hand curls against my shaft, as if feeding it to her.
And then I have to look. I will die if I do not.
The sight of her sucking on my cock is the most incredible thing I have ever seen. Her eyes are closed in an expression of pleasure, and her lips are drawn taut around the girth of my shaft. Just the sight is amazing, but the feeling of her tongue on me coupled with it?
It makes me mad with need.
I put my hand on her head, tangling in her mane. “Take your mouth off of me before I lose myself on your tongue.”
She pulls back, surprised. “Did I do bad? Or something wrong? Or—”
“Nothing wrong,” I assure her, and sink to my knees. I put my hands on her body, gliding up and down her back. The urge to touch her—to take her—is rising inside me. “It felt too good.”
Her little giggle sounds pleased. “Gotcha.”
“If I am going to spend, I wish to do so inside you.” I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine.
“Oh,” she says softly. “I want that, too.” Her arms go around my neck, and she pushes her teats against my chest.
Kissing her, I bear her back down to the furs. Humans are smaller than sa-khui females, and I feel a bit of worry that I will be too big for her, in all ways. But Jo-see is smaller than Suh-mer, and she has borne two kits for her big mate, with another on the way. Surely there will be no problems.
Even so, I am cautious as I position my body over hers. I brace my weight on my elbows, careful not to crush her.
Suh-mer does not feel the same wariness I do—she eagerly wraps her legs around my hips and arches up against me. “I want you inside me, Warrek. No more waiting.”
I nod. It is what I want. I rock my hips, dragging my cock along the wet folds of her cunt. She is slick with her need, and the feel of her is beyond pleasure. Her little moan as I do only makes me want to tease her more. I glide up and down, wetting my length with her juices. I do this until she is crying out my name, begging me to enter her. I want that. I want that more than anything. Even now, the sultry way she says my name makes my cock tighten, ready for release.
I pause to kiss her again, mating my tongue with hers. She responds eagerly, hungry for more, and she clings to me, her touch demanding. “Now,” she whispers. “Now, now now now.”
“Now,” I agree, fitting the head of my cock against the entrance to her core. Tonight, we wait no longer.
I push at her entrance, but she is tight despite how wet she is. With another kiss, I pull back and decide to push into her with my fingers again, thrusting. She makes a small noise of protest, but her mouth is captured by mine, and she soon loses herself in the kiss. I continue to stroke my tongue against hers, thrusting in with my fingers. When she is even more slippery than before, I add a third finger, trying to stretch her.
“Warrek,” she pants between kisses. “Please.”
I nod and mount her again, determined to try once more. This time, when I push at her entrance, she gives way, and her little whimper at my invasion is followed by her digging her nails in.
“Don’t stop,” she tells me. “Don’t stop until you’re in all the way.”
I groan, panting against her mouth. It is taking everything I have to go slowly. She is tight and narrow, and I fear I will hurt her. “We must go slow—”
“No,” she tells me, trying to raise her hips.
“Stop,” I caution. “Do not—”
“I don’t hurt, Warrek. I want you in me, not just the tip. You can’t break me, I promise!” Her hands are all over me, touching my cheek, my neck, smoothing down my shoulders. She meets my gaze. “I promise I’d tell you if something was wrong.”
I nod. I trust her. I press my forehead to hers and push forward a bit more, ever so slowly. Her body seems to instinctively clasp mine, and when she makes no noises of pain or protest, I push deeper.
“Spur,” she gasps. “Spur, spur, spur.”
I freeze, worried I’ve hurt her. “It is a problem?”
“Oh, fuck no. It’s the best thing ever.” The look on her face is nothing short of bliss. “Oh god, do that again.”
Thrust into her? I do so again—carefully—and she makes the most intriguing squeal. She likes it. I am pleasuring her. Relief courses through me, and I kiss her again with enthusiasm as I push into her once more.
When I realize I will not break her with my body, I relax and begin a rhythm, moving over her. Our hips move, and she pushes up when I thrust down, creating more friction between us. There is no sensation like that of her cunt clasping me tight, and it is the best thing I have ever felt. Normally I
am quiet, but tonight, in her arms, I have no words to describe this. No words to say how I am feeling. I just rest my hand on her brow, gaze into her lovely eyes, and claim her body with my cock.
She trembles under me, and every time I thrust, she makes that soft half-squeal, half-moan, a shudder rocking through her. I can feel her desire rising, can feel her cunt tighten around my cock.
“Oh my god,” she breathes between thrusts. “It’s like you’re hitting me in the money spot every time you move. I think a spur is my…new…favorite…thing.” Her eyes widen, and she trembles around me. “Oh fuck!”
She comes and comes hard, her cunt clenching tight around me. I can feel every ripple of her pleasure through her body, and it squeezes my length and makes it impossible for me to stop. I growl low in my throat and bend over her like an animal, mindlessly mating. The only thing in my world at this moment is her body against mine and the soft cries of her release. I cannot stop myself. I pump into her with all the need and urgency that has been building these many days, ever since we left the ship.
No—ever since she put her mouth on mine and kissed me. My cock has not gone down since.
Just thinking about that makes a tremble rip through my form, and I feel my sac tighten again, my body ready to release. This time I welcome it; there is no reason to hold back any longer. I let go, moving with fierce need as my release moves through me.
I realize dimly that I am roaring as I empty into her, filling her with my seed. It does not matter; the tribe knows she is mine.
Now they just know I can be as loud as her.
19
SUMMER
I sigh blissfully as I curl up against Warrek’s sweaty chest in the furs. We’re both still breathing hard, moments after we’ve both come. I’m a little sore between my legs, and I’m sure I’ll feel it in the morning. I’m also sure I don’t care in the slightest. That was beyond amazing. No wonder all these human women have the happiest smiles on their faces. They’re getting spur every night.