Page 42 of Gravel and Grit

She would definitely be asking him about that later, but for now, scientific curiosity could wait. She wanted more of it, more ofhim.

Finding a hint of it on his tongue, she sucked it into her mouth and released a shuddering moan as her walls clenched in reaction. Kissing him deeper, she searched for more then whimpered when she couldn’t find it. The question as to whether hisotherbodily fluid had the same orgasm-inducing flavor crossed her mind and gave rise to the immediate desire to find out.

Lifting her mouth from his, she slid down his huge body, feeling a bit like a pixie crawling over a giant. Careful not to kneel on his wing bones, she trailed a line of sucking kisses over his neck, chest, and abs.

Mira had no way of knowing beforehand what he liked and could only hope what she found pleasurable was enjoyable for him as well. To her relief,

deep groans and vibrating growls spilled from Zaek with every touch, encouraging her to keep going.

Not that she’d thought about it…toomuch… but sex with Zaek was more natural than she could have imagined. The differences between them were more than intriguing, they were fascinating and turned her on. That he was playful and curious and obviously as aroused by her as she was him, made the shyness she’d felt with her few previous partners nonexistent.

Touching him, exploring his body, him touching and tasting her, was both exhilarating and effortless.

She licked the defined groove of his iliac furrow, following it to his groin, then lifted her head to inspect her prize. What she found was alien enough to make her pause, but not so much so as to be something she’d have to stop and ask him how to operate, though the size was a bit daunting. He wasn’t scarily long, but he was thick.

From the familiar shape of the bulge in his briefs, she’d expected him to have something resembling a penis instead of tentacles or seed-delivering feelers or even nothing at all, but it wasn’t the smooth shaft she was accustomed to.

The wide head was more wedge shaped than rounded and a pink so dark it was almost red. Instead of a single ridge around the crown, he had three on the underside while the top blended into the dark, slate-grey shaft. Imagining what his girth and those ridges would feel like inside her made her breathing speed up. Midway down the shaft he had a raised, vertical line of five large bumps and, from what she could see, only had one testicle that was protected by thicker…

“Mira,” he rasped.

She darted a guilty look up at him, realizing she’d been staring at his cock for a full minute, at least. He was propped up on his elbows, staring down at her with an expression of pained amusement. His orange eyes held a warning that if she didn’t do something soon, she’d find herself pinned under him again.

Seeing the effect she had on him made her feel confident and playful.

Returning his look with an impish smile, she held his gaze then slowly trailed her tongue up his length.

“Fuuuck!” he bellowed.

For a second she worried he was going to have a heart attack. He made a choked sound then dropped back to the floor with a loud thump. She felt his

legs move against her inner thighs and looked down to find his tail writhing between them.

“She is definitely trying to kill us,” he croaked to himself.

Mira snickered and relaxed. Feeling devilish, she opened wide and closed her lips around his cock while his eyes were squeezed shut then gently sucked. He shouted in surprise and bucked his hips, shoving his shaft deeper into her mouth. Rearing back up, he gave her a look of shock. It morphed to one of impending retribution when he saw the laughing twinkle in her eyes.

That was all the warning she got before she felt his tail slide between her legs, gliding through her wetness and brushing against her clit. Her lashes fluttered and she moaned around his shaft, the vibrations making him exhale in a whoosh.

Liking this game of one upmanship, she took him deeper then flicked her tongue against the bumps and ridges on the underside of his cock as she rose back up. His response, other than to growl out a string of feverish obscenities, was to slide his tail backward between her legs. She mistakenly thought that’s all he would do. He took her by complete surprise when he blindly found her opening with the gently rounded tip and pushed it inside her.

Lifting her mouth off of him, she gave him wide eyes and squeaked,

“Zaek!”

He chuckled, low and menacing, then began to thrust his tail in and out of her.

“Yes, Fluffy Bunny?” he drawled tauntingly, his voice low and smoky.

“You-ah, your tail… ” her voice trailed off into a moan when he found that special, knee-weakening spot on her upper wall.

Dropping her head forward with a gasp, she let her hair brush back and forth over his length as she rocked with his movements between her legs.

After no more than a minute of teasing her, she caved and admitted defeat.

She wanted—needed—more than his tail inside her.

That is definitely not a thought one ever expects to have.

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