Page 29 of Scales of Time

Lights sparked behind her eyes, sweat covered her, and he held her there, her body twisted up and fighting against his hands while the two parts of his tongue twisted softly around her clit. When she finally went limp, he licked her sex. He released her, loomed above her, and she felt the tip of his erection slide into her. He moved forward until he stopped, and then, she was staring up at him.

She felt a rush of heat, and her eyes went wide. “You didn’t...”

“It is more under control than with other species. It will absorb into your system and continue your alteration into my most precious consort.”

She could see that there was only slightly more than half of him inside her. “That’s good enough for you?”

“That is part of the alterations. When your body can take more, it will. I am not in a rush.” He smiled. “Time is one thing I can guarantee you.”

Kris blinked slowly. “Wait. Did this situation get rid of my allergies?”

He laughed, and she felt him moving inside her. “It did. It reinforced your immune system, and you should be safe to try anything you wish on Kifessan.”

She lifted a hand and pressed it to his shoulder before trailing her fingers down his chest. “Well, I have already tried something. Or rather someone.”

He hissed softly in amusement. She realized that if it was a belly laugh, he laughed, and if it was milder, he hissed. She was still pondering the differences when he was dealing with her when he kissed her.

She closed her eyes and met his lips with hers. Their kiss started slowly and then picked up intensity, and when she was clutching him, he started moving inside her.

Kris jolted awake, and Essan soothed her. “You are safe. How do you feel?”

She took stock and noticed parts of her that he had scraped his teeth on, other parts that had accommodated him ached, hips and elsewhere.

“I feel like I just had a hard workout. With very targeted areas.”

He hissed softly. “Well, I will explore you more thoroughly once we are settled, and you are welcome to explore me whenever.”

Kris looked toward his hand on her stomach. “I am going to have to pace myself. There is a lot of ground to cover.”

He chuckled. “We were designed to be imposing.”

“You are.”

“We were also designed to attach to the species we are guarding, within some limitations. I have left the birds alone.”

She started to hoot with laughter. “Probably for the best. That mental image is going to haunt me.”

Essan kissed the side of her neck. She sighed. “So, what do you look for in a consort?”

“Spirit, compatibility, and she has to taste good or, as in your case, amazing.”

She blinked. “Oh. Like my blood?”

He hissed softly. “Or everything else.”

Kris felt a blush run over her skin. She was surprised she could still blush. Taking a chance, she put her hand over his on her belly, and they were off again.

It seemed his kink was participation.

Kris tried not to groan as she took a flash shower and winced as the light scorched her abraded skin. The blower cooled her, but her skin felt tight.

She walked out, and Essan was sorting through some fabric before he took a length and draped it over her, wrapping the sash around her waist and tugging at the fabric so that way more of her was exposed than she was comfortable with. “Um, what is with the near-wedgie?”

He cocked his head. “I will get that explanation later. What is with the arrangement is that I like to look at you, and this exposes more of you.”

“Well, I can thank you that I am not naked.”

He looked her over and nodded. “I will save that for festivals. What happened to your skin?”

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