Page 15 of Flower of Seshana

He did not wish for her to feel remorseful about anything when it came to their joining.

“Our people are different,” he reminded her kindly. “The instinct to mate is strong in a Vahel when they meet a potential mate they are interested in. We decide very quickly. As I see it is different for humans, I understand that you would be slower to choose your mates and consider many factors before accepting or rejecting them.” He cocked his head in consideration. “I can see the advantage in this. A rejected male who has already begun to bond… it is dangerous.”

She paled noticeably. “Dangerous? How dangerous?”

Quillen shrugged his wings. “In the worst cases males have died, and sometimes those who survive live such an empty life that they go through a period wishing that they had died. Rejection is not all that frequent,” he rushed to assure when she began to look ill.

“But not before going mad from separation, if it happens at all,” Quillen added. He smiled at Alexandra’s growing look of horror. “Not that it is going to happen.”

“It will not happen,” Kethan agreed as he shot Quillen a warning look, to which the male flattened his gavo apologetically.

“Okay.” Alexandra drew in a steadying breath and slowly let it out. “Perhaps let’s just get back to carnality part.”

Quillen’s gavo snapped and he glided forward until he was right in front of Alexandra, his much larger frame towering over her despite resting lower on his tail. “Do you trust me, ashlava?” he murmured.

Alexandra’s head bobbed and her hands went to her upper covering. “L-let me do it, okay?”

Kethan slid forward so that he was at her side, lowering his head as he watched her small fingers fumble briefly with the material before drawing it completely over her head. His breath caught at the sight of her breasts. Although they were partially obscured by the scrap of fabric that cupped them, they appeared enticingly soft. Females among the Vahel had breasts as well, of course. Unlike many creatures on Seshana, the Vahel nursed their young from birth, and females preferred to cover their breasts with intricately adorned woven cloth and thick ropes of beaded necklaces compared to what Alexandra wore. And yet there was something about Alexandra’s breasts that he found especially appealing.

Without a thought, he reached out and brushed a finger along the bare swell of her breast. Soft and warm beneath his fingertips, there was a surprising plushness to it without the protective scaling that was common to all Vahel. He hissed in awe as he continued to pet her, running his fingers back and forth across the top of the breast as Quillen mimicked the flow of his caress along her other breast. Kethan could see the nipplestraining just below his fingers within the cloth, begging for attention. He was not one to deny his mate. His eyes slitted with pleasure, he ran the tip of a claw very gently over it, his breath catching when it hardened further.

Making an impatient sound in her throat, Alexandra stepped back. “Wait,” she panted. “Let me just—” Her words stopped as she reached behind herself and released the covering.

The material went slack around her chest, and she shrugged it off with a small sigh of relief. And what a delectable sight she was. Her brown nipples stood out in taut points, the perfect little morsels to tease with his tongues. Quillen trilled and he echoed the sound as their tails wound rapidly across the floor, bringing them to her side and catching her between them. Their hands stroked over her bare breasts, dragging over her nipples in circling touches. Kethan experimentally gave her breast a gentle squeeze and plucked at the nipple carefully between his claws until she hissed with pleasure.

The sound made his cock jump with pleasure within his sant, and Quillen trilled again before dropping his head to catch her nipple between his tongues. Alexandra’s lush little body arched in reaction. It was so exquisite that he could not stop his primary cock spilling from his sant.

His beautiful flower.

“Oh fuck.” The sound of her gasp danced over his scales, and he looked up to note the direction of her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with desire that deepened despite the hint of unease at their depths. “Oh fuck,” she repeated, her tongue passing over her lips. “Okay, no problem. I can work with this.”

“You do not need to work with anything. Not right now,” Quillen rasped, lifting his head from her breast. “You are to just enjoy.”

Kethan hummed his agreement around her other nipple, and her strangled moan as her body arched gloriously sent atremor of desire through him. Her need was so pretty. His tail undulated against her restlessly, coming into contact with her hands. They twitched nervously against his tail before flattening to smooth over his scales in a tentative caress that went straight to his primary cock. He hissed his appreciation, and gradually her touches became bolder as she explored the texture. Her hand froze, however, when Quillen made a sound of frustration as he ran a claw along the upper part of her lower coverings.

“How do we remove these without damaging them?”

Alexandra’s hand slipped from Kethan’s tail, but as much as he mourned the loss, he released her nipple and drew his tongues back into his mouth as he watched with fascination when her hands went to the coverings. They trembled nervously as she fumbled but whatever she did worked because the band loosened, and she pushed them off her hips before relinquishing control to Quillen. The male tugged them the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them aside only to go utterly still with an exhalation of intrigue.

Kethan understood the feeling. Without her covering, her delicious scent was richer, and the headiest perfume was coming from the apex of her legs covered in a small patch of fur. Trilling with interest, he slid a hand down her belly, but her hand covered his, stopping its movement.

“This may be a little less awkward if I’m lying down,” she whispered with a breathy laugh.

He considered and snapped his gavo in agreement. It would be difficult to explore thoroughly with the way she was standing. He wanted to see her sex opened for him. Quillen clearly had the same thought because the male also trilled, but then the sound faded into a hum as the male scooped their mate up into his arms and carried her into their sleeping chamber.

Kethan hurried after his nest brother, excitement burning through him. Grabbing her favorite pillow, he positioned it asQuillen laid her within their bed. He could not believe how beautiful she looked laying there. Her legs had fallen apart slightly revealing a hint of the pink flesh normally concealed from sight. Should he lay beside her? Or should he investigate his favorite part now that he could see it?

“Oh, okay.” She giggled as she rested her hands over her eyes in embarrassment. “You’re like a couple of predators looking for the tenderest piece.” Lowering her hands, she grinned up at them. “Get down here.”

Chuffing his amusement, Kethan lowered himself beside her as Quillen did so on her other side. She was stretched out between them just as she usually was every night, but this was different. Quillen had called it carnality, and at that moment he could not think of any better word as an aching heat burrowed into him and spread through him in a thick wash of need. She tempted not only his desire but his sanity. He was not entirely even sure that he was not imagining the moment or the way she looked with her bare flesh illuminated by the glow of the galthie.

She was… everything.

He sank down with a rattling groan, his mouth grazing her belly. He did not have soft human lips to caress it the way he would have liked, but he brushed his mouth over it and his tongues darted out, the tips of them grazing over her as he breathed in her luscious scent. Her exquisite flavor flooded his senses, and he moved his mouth lower as he laved her flesh, chasing her tiny quivers of pleasure with his tongues.

Alexandra writhed against him, her little sounds stirring his desire to a ravenous hunger. Every moan, every breathy cry tantalized him. And when his tongues reached the perfect flower of her sex—it was nothing short of bliss as she cried out with the stroke of his tongues, flooding them in her nectar. Hunger slammed into his gut as he drank deeply of her pheromone-rich sweetness. His control snapped in that moment so that hedevoured her, his tongues plunging into her and dragging over her petals ravenously. He growled against her sex and drew back slightly to make room, and Quillen dragged her leg to the side so that she was more exposed and slicked his tongues against her sex as well.

It was good that the gods blessed their children with long tongues. It made it possible for them both to enjoy her pleasure as they shared her, devouring her with every hungry dive and drag of their tongues against and inside her. A new tension was mounting through her, quivering and dancing beneath her skin. He wanted more of it. He wanted to see what it looked like as it broke loose and shattered her.

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