Page 30 of Lessons with the Mothman

No one had ever accused me of being anefficientlover, and outside of mating cycles, I'd never felt much urgency to get off. I was impatient now. Not for the end, just…for more.

"Obedience," I rumbled, my own smile appearing as Victoria's pupils dilated in answer, and she leaned closer, one hand gripping around my shaft. "Take me out, Miss Dempsey."

The zipper was loud as she tugged it down, our breaths both stuttering as I lifted my hips and she helped pull fabric out of the way. I groaned as I was released, falling back into my seat, head tilting and eyes shutting.

Victoria's breath was abrupt, and I shuddered as my coremata unfurled from around the base of my cock. There was a pause of quiet, and I gathered myself to explain my anatomy to her, when something brushed against the fine strands extending from the sensitive tendrils.

"They look like the antenna on your head," Victoria murmured, and I grunted as she stroked the back of her knuckles through the threads. "They…smell good?"

I lifted my head and stared down, a strange warmth unfurling through me at the sight of her, partially obscured by the feather-like structures of my groin.

"They sense and emit pheromones," I said, my voice uneven and thick with arousal.

"Are they as fragile as they look?" she asked, one fingertip running up the thicker tendril at the heart of one corema. It twitched and fluttered against her touch, and her smile was dazzling, distracting.

"Not quite so fragile, but they like to touch more than they require handling. That feels wonderful," I added quickly, not wanting to discourage her from her delicate exploring. "Should I have warned you?"

Her shrug and the shake of her head was easy, relaxed—she was more focused on playing with the three swaying lengths in front of her. I felt somewhat sorry for my cock, as a matter of fact, eagerly extended towards her throat, waiting for its own gentle petting. Victoria's eyes slid to the right as one corema waved its strands, searching the air until it found her curls, brushing over them. She laughed softly, turning her face, eyes falling shut as fine threads found her skin and mapped her face. I shuddered, closing my own eyes, wondering if I ought to better explain their purpose, what they shared with me. Victoria's scent, her arousal, the added pleasure and heat provided to my body as my coremata approved of this partner.

"Touch me, Vic—Miss Dempsey," I rasped.

She hummed, and then her hand enclosed my shaft, my body jumping into the touch briefly before surrendering back into the chair, legs spreading wider for her.

Her fingers were firm and confident around my cock, and I gasped as she tugged, drawing me down in my seat, bringing me close enough to her lips for me to feel the breaths puffing from her nose. Soft curls tickled against my inner thighs and the crease of my hips, the ends of her hair combing into my fur. I could taste her at the back of my throat as my coremata had time to explore her, grazing over her hair, but also her forehead, her cheeks, one playing at the lobe of her ear.

Salt and sweet musk, a hint of the chemicals in her hair products, and something deliciously like evening primrose. And then all my focus snapped tight as the tip of a hot tongue lapped against the long seam at the tip of my cock.

"Mm. You taste good too," Victoria murmured.

I opened my mouth to tell her that the flavor would get richer and more potent as I neared my mating cycles, partly just to keep my head present and away from the shockingly sharp arousal that threatened a too soon finish. But before I could speak, Victoria's hand cradled my length against her cheek, and her mouth opened along my base, tongue swirling and stealing every coherent thought I might have managed.

Her skin is soft, my coremata informed me as they brushed over her face and throat, drawing out a chuckle against my aching cock.

Her tongue is like fire,my cock declared, more directly.

Jealous, my fingers dove into her curls, tangling and greedily gathering thick locks into my fist. The underside was cool and heavy silk, soothing my palms. I groaned, staring down at Victoria through slitted eyes as she stroked the flat of her tongue up the ridges of my cock. Her eyes crossed slightly as she reached the tip, and I was sure I had a ridiculous smile on my face as she glanced up, leaning her head back into the cup of my palms.

"Guide me, Professor. Show me how you like it."

It was strange to think I might be a novice at anything sexual, but I wasn't usually the one receiving attention. Of course I'd had my cock sucked before, but generally at the bequest of my partner.

How do I makemypleasure about her in a way she will accept?It was the puzzle I'd been working over the entire week, as I built this room and planned the encounter.

"Trying to wheedle answers out of me when you're the one earning the grade?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Victoria's cheeks flushed. "You don't fool me, Miss Dempsey. I believe you know your way around this particular problem."

For a moment I wondered if the words had offended her, the open, girlish expression vanishing. But what replaced it was wicked determination and a promise of retribution. Victoria faced my arousal once more, all innocent exploration and teasing at an end.

She dove forward, mouth open and tongue laving voraciously up and around my length, slick and swirling. It was a struggle to keep my focus on her rather than arch into the starving welcome of her lips. It was useless to keep from crying out, and her cheeks brightened further, as if I'd paid her a compliment.

"Very good," I hissed out, bucking as her hands went to work, squeezing and pulling at my base and sac. "I knew you would excel at this."

Victoria's breath hitched, caressing against my painfully stiff length and then she rose up on her knees, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, nuzzling her tongue into my slit, tension snapping up my spine as she hummed a soft, pleading sound. My fingers tightened, fisting ropes of red silk, and my hips lifted, begging her mouth to make a home for my need.

"Fuck. Victoria!"

She sucked precum from the source, filthy sounds echoing in my ears, and then opened wider, stroking slowly down my shaft with wet lips and a greedy tongue.

"What a…a gifted mouth you have," I rasped, struggling to find words to offer her, rewarded for them with a moan that vibrated down to my balls. "If I had-had known the effort you'd apply to extra credit…uhhhhnn…"

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