When She Purrs: A Risdaverse Romance

by Dixon, Ruby

  Considering that the tunic I’m wearing is now completely soaked? This is not a difficult decision. “Of course.”

  He drops to his knees and begins to pull off his boots and trou, more focused than he’s been. Either the incentive is working or the noli is starting to wash off and clearing his mind. I take a step backward and tug off my own clothing, letting the tunic fall to the shower floor with a wet slap. My panties are easily discarded and kicked aside, and then I’m just as naked as he is. I slide past him and reach for the soap, only to feel him grab my hips and pull me back against his cock.

  “Look at this perfect bottom,” he groans, dragging his length up and down the wet cleft of my ass. “Look at how pretty you are, Kim. So soft and so wet.” He tugs on my hips and puts a hand on the small of my back, positioning me, and then I feel him thrust between my thighs, slick and hard.

  I suck in a distracted breath, pressing my hands to the shower walls. He’s impossible like this, and I’m fighting a losing battle—one I’m not sure I want to win at this point. Everything he does is turning me on. His big hands clasp my hips, and I can’t resist wriggling against him. “Nassakth.”

  He groans as my pussy works against his cock. “You are a tease, my mate.”

  “This is not helping you shower,” I point out, even as he takes a step forward, guiding us toward the shower wall, and then my torso is pressed up along the tile as he rocks against my hips, thrusting between my thighs again.

  “I am not interested in showering,” he tells me, voice thick. “I am interested in burying myself in this hot little cunt.”

  I suck in a breath. God, he’s killing me with his words and the slow, constant grind of him against my body. “If we do, you’ll regret it in the morning,” I pant. “Because you’re not yourself right now. It’s the noli.” When he’s silent, I know I’m right. It’s pushing him to try and take more from me than Nassakth normally would. Not that I’m complaining. I’m just as worked up as he is. “But we can do other things.”

  “Tell me.”

  With trembling fingers, I grab the soap pump and try to push it toward him. “If you wash all the pollen off, I’ll ride your face, like you want.”

  He growls, low, throaty, and erotic. “You will?”

  “Promise.”

  Nassakth leans forward, his big body pressing me against the tile, covering me, pinning me under him. “As many times as I want?”

  Oh god. I swallow hard. “As many times as you want.”

  He reaches over me, pumps the soap into his hand, and begins to wash. All the while, he thrusts between my thighs, his hips rocking against mine as I straddle him.

  44

  KIM

  Nassakth keeps me pinned to the wall as he washes himself, soaping vigorously and fucking me with his eyes as he rubs his skin. He’s making it very clear that this is only the beginning, that once the noli is all washed off, he has no plans of stopping. The thick cock that presses up against my privates tells me that despite washing, he’s just as aroused as ever.

  I should probably help him out, wash his mane for him…something. Instead, all I do is cling to his shoulders and pant like a dying woman. I’ve never been so aroused, and when he finishes lathering and moves under the spray, he wraps an arm around my waist, hauling me with him as he goes. He grinds his cock against my pussy as the water cascades over him. “Am I clean enough?” he rasps.

  Oh god. “I…think so? Do you—”

  That is enough for him. I can’t even finish the sentence before he’s hauling me out of the shower. Dripping wet, he carries me across the floor of his spa-like bathroom and back into the bedroom. A moment later, he sets me gently on the edge of the bed and then crawls over me. He’s big and wet and we’re making a mess on the mattress. “Should we dry off first…?”

  “No.” His mouth goes to my neck and he begins to kiss down my body. “I am going to taste you.”

  I squirm as his face moves down my neck, towards my breasts. “But I’m not the one affected by noli—”

  “Your pleasure,” he purrs, “is my pleasure.”

  That should not sound as sexy as it does. I shiver at his words and run my fingers through his wet mane. “Do you feel any better yet?”

  “Now that I have you in my arms? Yes.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “But it is what I meant.” Nassakth kisses toward my breast. “I want to learn what pleasures you, Kim. I want you to crave my touch. I have never been with a human, so you must instruct me.” He drags his tongue along the curve of my breast. “You rubbed these on me when you came. Are they sensitive?”

  Oooh. I’ve never been in a position to tell a guy what I wanted in bed. When I was younger, I was far too shy to express what I wanted, and then things got awful. But Nassakth is asking what I like. He wants me to tell him, because my pleasure is important to him. For a moment, I’m terrified that I won’t be what he wants in bed. What if my traumatic past is too much for me to get past and when he’s got his hands on me, I won’t be able to come? “I don’t know if it matters, Nassakth.”

  “It matters to me.” His voice is thick, and he rubs his mouth over the tip of one breast, sending a flare of arousal through me. “Does that feel good?”

  “Y-yes. But what if I can’t come because of what happened in the past? What if I’m all screwed up?”

  The look he gives me is pure confidence. “I can make you come.”

  I shiver at the erotic expression on his face. “What if it takes a long time?”

  “Then it takes a long time.” He drags his unusual tongue over one of my nipples with excruciating slowness. “Now tell me. Good, or should I move on?”

  “Good,” I pant. “Good.”

  He purrs and laps at my breast again. The texture on his tongue makes it less slippery than a human tongue, which means that every movement seems to take twice as long. When he licks the underside of my nipple—where I’m the most sensitive—it’s like he’s moving in slow motion, and I can’t help the little groan that escapes me.

  “I like your nipples,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath scorching. “They are hard, but soft, and such a pretty color.” His tongue swirls around the tip he’s teasing, and his hand goes to my other breast, cupping it. “I like how they greet me in the morning when I wake up. It’s like they escape your clothing because they are so hungry for my mouth.”

  Is it possible to be turned on and get the giggles at the same time? It’s the most ridiculous—and erotic—thing I’ve ever heard. “It’s just because the collar in your tunic is big—”

  “Shhh. Let me have my fantasy.” He takes my nipple into his mouth even as his thumb strokes over the other, and hot need surges through me. I moan, squirming against his mouth, and my fingers tighten in his mane. I love the feel of his lips nuzzling at my sensitive spots, making me ache. I want him to stay there forever—even as I want him to move lower.

  He teases my breasts, murmuring sweet words to me for so long that I’m writhing under him by the time he switches. There’s something about his tongue—or maybe it’s just Nassakth in general—but I’ve never been so aroused by breast play. I’m achy and needy and whimpering, and when my hips buck up against him, he groans and begins to kiss downward, his movements becoming as frantic as mine.

  “Is your stomach sensitive?” he purrs, the words rumbling through his chest. “Or shall I continue downward toward your pretty cunt and lick it instead?”

  “What…what about you?”

  “I came while tonguing your breasts, Kim.” He licks down toward my navel. “I will come again with my mouth buried between your thighs, and as many times as I need to until you are sated.”

  My breath shudders. “Are you…hurting? Do I need to help you again? I can use my hands—”

  “Belly?” he demands, kissing my skin. “Or cunt?”

  “Not the belly,” I admit, feeling shy even as I wiggle under him. The thought of his tongue on my pussy is making
me wildly aroused, and I’m panting as he moves lower.

  “Where do you want my tongue, Kim?” He pushes my thighs apart, one big hand skimming along the inside of my leg. “Is there a spot in particular? Or is all of it sensitive?” The look he gives me is heated. “Guide me, my mate. Show me.”

  My pussy clenches at the expression on his face. His pupils are so big and dark with hunger, his gaze possessive. He wants me to show him?

  I suck in a breath and slide my hand to my pussy. I push my folds apart with one hand and then slip the other between my legs, showing him. I circle my clit as he lowers his head, watching me touch myself from inches away. “This is my clit,” I whisper. “It’s very sensitive.” I move my fingers lower and press one deep inside me. “This feels good, too.”

  He growls and then pushes my hands aside, away from my body. “It is mine now.”

  That should not be NEARLY as sexy as it is, but his words leave me utterly breathless.

  45

  KIM

  Nassakth wastes absolutely no time. He goes right for my clit, replacing the hand I had there just moments ago. His tongue feels strange for a moment—the texture and flat, thinner nature of it odd against my flesh—but then the pleasure sets in and I moan, settling back to let him do as he wants.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve had oral. Longer still since I’ve climaxed from it—but I can tell right away that a climax won’t be a problem with Nassakth. He’s utterly eager, his tongue greedy as he licks me with noisy enthusiasm. My mate is not quiet as he works me with his tongue. He groans and smacks his lips so much that I worry I’m perhaps TOO wet, but the noises he makes are pleased ones, so I relax and let him do as he will. It takes me a moment to settle in and relax, to let my body’s tension slide away so I can enjoy the feel of his mouth on my skin. Oral in the past has been pretty great—perhaps not fireworks-great like I’ve heard it is for other people, but everybody is different. My fingers lazily move through his wet mane as he licks me with gusto, and I smile with how much enthusiasm Nassakth has for this. It’s sweet. It’s—

  His mouth closes around my clit and then he sucks.

  I nearly jump off the bed, a loud “guh” sound escaping my throat.

  I’ve never had THAT done to me before, and it changes everything. Nassakth purrs, his arms locking tighter around my hips and holding me against his mouth as he continues to suck. I squirm in his grasp, feeling open and exposed and oh-god-sensitive. “Oh. Okay. Okay.” I pant each word, startled. Here I thought nothing could surprise me. “Okay. Oh wow. Okay.” My entire body trembles.

  “Mine,” he growls, mouth lifting. He looks up at me and there’s such intense hunger in his gaze that I whimper.

  “All yours,” I agree, and then I suck in a breath when he pushes a big finger against the entrance to my core. “Okay. Okay.”

  I’m babbling. I know I am. All I can seem to say is “okay” as he latches onto my clit again, sucking and seeming to clasp his strange, flat tongue around it. I can feel how utterly wet I am as his finger sinks into me with zero resistance, and then he starts to slowly fuck me with it, dragging it in and out with achingly lazy movements. His arm continues to grip me tightly, locked around my thighs and pushing them towards my breasts as he licks me to the point of insanity.

  And I keep saying the same things over and over again, my hands locked onto his mane. “Okay. Okay.”

  He adds a second finger, pumping into me.

  “Oh fuck. Okay,” I pant. “Okay. Oh god, that feels good, Nassakth.”

  My praxiian lifts his head for a moment. “You’re tight. So tight.” He pushes into me again. “Even this wet, you’d be a tight fit for my cock.”

  I whimper. “Okay.” I mean…a tight fit sounds good to me.

  He purrs hard, then his mouth is on my clit again, and I jump, my hips bucking against him. I cry out, and when his fingers begin to move faster, his tongue does, too. I’m utterly wild, rocking against his face as he works me with hands and mouth, my constant stream of “okays” turning into mindless little keening groans. I’m practically bucking against his mouth when I come, my legs locking tight around his head and a cry escaping my throat.

  Nassakth makes a growling sound of pure pleasure even as I squeeze my thighs against his ears, clamping him in place.

  The orgasm seems to last forever, rippling through me in slow motion as his fingers thrust into me the entire time. When I let out a little sigh and collapse back on the mattress again, he finally slides them out of my body and lifts his head. As I watch, he puts them in his mouth and licks them clean.

  “Oh,” I breathe. “Okay.”

  “Did I sate you, my Kim?” His mouth is flushed and damp from his ministrations, and he takes great pleasure in licking his fingers clean, the movement so filthy and erotic that I can’t stop staring.

  “Very sated,” I manage. “Thank you.” I prop up on my elbows. “What about you? How do you feel?”

  He licks his fingers in a very deliberate, lascivious way. “I came.”

  “Okay.”

  “Twice.”

  Well all right then. “Do you feel better?”

  The look he levels in my direction tells me everything. His pupils are still blown and dark, his expression one of hunger. “Not yet.”

  “O-okay.”

  “Do you need to use your word? Your Slapjack?”

  Why would I use it now? I give him a curious glance. “No? I think I’m good.”

  He nods, and then gets to his feet, detangling from my legs that I have wrapped around his shoulders. When he stands upright, I can see he’s still very, very much erect and full of need. “What do you want to do?” I ask him, unable to look away from his very visceral constant arousal. “How do we fix this?”

  Nassakth crawls forward on the bed, and then rolls onto his back. I let out a squeak of surprise when he grabs me and hauls me onto his chest, my breasts pressed flat against his pectorals. “Have you forgotten already?”

  “Forgotten what?”

  “You promised to ride my face.” His eyes are so hot and dark. “As many times as I wanted.”

  Oh god, I did. A little moan escapes my throat. “You…you still want to do that?”

  “Now more than ever.” He tugs me forward. “Come and mount me, Kim.”

  Mount him? Oh god. I can’t decide if that’s outrageously hot…or outrageously hot. I moan again, my hands thumping onto the mattress overhead as my knees slide above his shoulders, and then my hips are right over his face. “I just came, Nassakth—”

  “And you will come again and again,” he agrees, and tugs me downward.

  Sweet Jesus. “This…this will help you?”

  He growls. “Oh yes.”

  Well, time to take one for the team. A hysterical, utterly aroused laugh bubbles in my throat as he settles me down against his mouth, and my already-sensitive skin prickles with awareness. “Remember,” I point out, panting. “We’re doing this because we can’t have sex right now.” As much as I would love to experience it, he needs to have a clear head or he’ll regret it forever.

  “No sex. Just this,” he murmurs thickly, and then pushes his tongue deep inside me.

  I whimper. Just this.

  It goes on like that for hours. I come against his mouth so many times I lose track, and I’m vaguely aware of hot, sticky liquid spattering against my back—his seed, spraying with the force of his release. Not that he lets me go, of course. One orgasm blends into the next, and I could say “slapjack” at any time when it becomes too much.

  I never do, though. It’s exquisite torture, but one I’ll gladly go through with him. He fucks me with his tongue, growling and purring as I come, and I grind my hips against his face with abandon. My voice grows hoarse from shouting, and my muscles sore from riding his face. At some point hours later, I’m soaked with sweat (and my back with seed) and his movements slow enough that the worst of it seems to be gone.

  “No more,” I gasp out after th
e latest orgasm. “No more.”

  Nassakth drags me down his sticky belly and curls me against his body, and he feels feverishly hot underneath me. “No more,” he agrees, and strokes a hand along my jaw. “Rest, my pretty one.”

  “Are you…” I wheeze. “…good?”

  “Good enough.”

  That’s all I need. I let my head fall to his shoulder and collapse into sleep.

  46

  NASSAKTH

  When I wake up, it is to Kim’s small, sweaty form sprawled over my chest, sleeping. She drools on my mane, barely stirring as I shift underneath her. I touch her back and realize it is sticky with dried release.

  I am a bad mate. I should have cleaned her off before I drifted to sleep. I rub my hand up and down her side, and she sighs and wiggles closer to me. She smells like sex, my Kim, and vague memories flash through my mind of last night.

  Of her riding my face over and over again. The cries she made as she came. The way her cunt clenched around my tongue. My cock gushing like a fountain, thanks to the noli. And Kim, ever wise, insisting we do not have sex. She was right to insist—when I take her, I want to remember every moment of it with exquisite detail, not with foggy glimpses.

  I realize belatedly that my tail fur is stuck to her thigh, and when I pull it free, she rouses, blinking her eyes slowly at me. “Nassakth?”

  “I am here.” I touch her pretty face. “How do you feel?”

  She leans into my palm, a movement that fills my heart with joy. “Tired. Grimy.” She rubs a fist against her eye adorably. “What time is it?”

  “Early.” I squeeze her rump one more time, wishing I had the energy to roll her under me and taste her. After last night’s noli experience, however, my cock (and the rest of me) is in no shape for such things. It does not even rise when Kim’s thighs glide over my skin. My warrior has fallen in glorious battle.

  Kim shuffles to the shower, yawning loudly, and I follow behind her. It isn’t until we’re both under the spray and have soaped up that she turns to me with a tiny frown on her face. “Where did all that noli come from?”