Page 28 of Scales of Time

“Well, at least you won’t starve. I can burn a lot more easily than I orgasm.”

Essan chuckled. “I will work on that.”

She lowered her head. “You don’t have to. I can just do controlled burns.”

He slid his arm around her waist. “Oh, but I want to work on that.”

Kris swallowed. Words escaped her.

The contract was the contract, but the moment she signed it, Essan was intent. She learned in a few seconds that his tongue was forked, and the dexterity was amazing. He could probably knit with it.

Her body was waking rapidly, and holding on was her only option. His scales were so fine that they felt smooth. He was surprisingly cool, but she was warm, so she moved closer to him until she was rubbing against him, and he didn’t mind.

The kiss was slow, and her senses just registered spicy with him pressed against her. She couldn’t identify the spice, but it relaxed her all over.

He lifted his head. “You are enjoying yourself?”

She looked into his stellar eyes. “Yeah.”

“Good. May I continue?”

“Yes?” She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t injured, and it wasn’t like her mom would find out. She had died years before the asteroid.

He smiled and turned her to lay her out on the sleeping platform. He moved her thighs apart and settled between them.

The fabric that covered her slid aside, and he bent her knees until he had the image he was looking for. “Lovely. A work of art.”

She leaned up on her elbows and glared at him. “I am not going to be on display for the population.”

He quirked a smile. “Of course you won’t. This is for me alone.”

She was about to comment, but he lowered his huge head and gripped her thighs, settling lower in the bed. The first contact of his tongue against her clit made his fingers tighten as she jolted upward.

Kris felt fire under her skin and under his tongue as he flicked her clit and delved his tongue into her with slow slides.

She tried to sit up at one point, and the broad side of a wing pressed her back. He was moving with the surety of practice, and she started to cool down when she thought of that. He was old. Really old. He probably had tons of practice.

He paused and lifted his head. “What happened?”

She blushed and was fine until he raised his wing to meet her gaze. “Oh, shoot. I forgot you were eating... sort of. Sorry.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Your lust was smothered. What was it? You were enjoying the contact.”

“I was. Um, I began picturing all the hundreds of partners you must have had, and I am just one in a long line.” She sighed. “Sorry, my brain ruined the mood.”

He stroked a hand over her belly. “It is fine. I am gathering you are limited in your experiences?”

“Safe gather.”

“May I offer a distraction?”

“Um, certainly.”

He didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth, and two long fangs snapped down. Essan turned his head and bit down, sliding his teeth into her inner thigh.

Shock rippled through her, followed by cool and then a type of heat she wasn’t used to. This heat moved up a few inches and focused on her sex and the folds that were swollen and throbbing. Her nipples tightened, and she arched with a low moan as the bite sent waves of lust through her.

When she was panting and could feel the moisture seeping from her, he released the bite and returned to licking at her. This time, things went quickly. She screamed and heaved her hips up as the orgasm struck.

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