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Making her fantasy a reality, he put his mouth on her. There was no finesse in his actions and no pretense. He did what he wanted, took away and gave back. Pushing her legs wider by virtue of wedging his torso between them, he kissed and licked and sucked on her relentlessly. He dropped all concerns about any potential disgust his touch could cause her; stopped worrying if she was okay with it - he simply enjoyed her body. Did she mind?
When he drew her most sensitive nub into his mouth, her nerves detonated without warning, and she came into his mouth screaming, clutching and pulling his hair like a woman possessed. She was possessed all right, by lust, by attraction to this incredible and strange male.
He chuckled and bit her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark, and then laved the spot with his tongue.
He wasn’t quite done with her core. His tongue returned, and he applied feather-light pressure to her sensitive folds, licking the moisture of her desire with long, lazy laps. It was raw and elemental, and she wanted to stay forever on this soft moss, spread out in front of his eyes, his mouth.
When he moved to explore the crease between her thigh and hip with his mouth, Addie shifted.
“I want to touch you, too.”
“You will.” He didn’t stop licking and kissing the skin around the damp curls covering her mound. “I can’t get enough of your smell,” he murmured. “You smell like no one else.”
“Is this… good?” Old misconceptions about grooming and propriety arose, bringing a slight influx of self-consciousness in their wake. Addie forced herself to relax, to let go. She loved his body the way it was, and it made sense that he loved hers. In this wild world, sexuality was on par with everything else: undiluted by any civilization.
Feeling the wet slide of his tongue in her navel, Addie shivered, pleasure rising again without having had a chase to cool. When he made his way up back to her breasts and worked her nipples into the tight buds of delight, so sensitive they hurt, she was writhing on the brink of another orgasm.
He snaked a hand down, rubbing her slit in firm strokes, fingering her folds, teasing, pressing, spreading the moisture. When his finger dipped inside, her hips rose in response.
“You get so wet.” He withdrew his hand and licked his finger, shocking her.
Her face must have registered her shock because he laughed. “You said not to hold back.”
“I didn’t know…”
“Didn’t know what I wanted? I wanted this. All of it.”
He kissed her on the mouth as his hand returned to tease her into a frenzy of pleasure. She could taste herself on his lips, and him. The unmistakable, heady tang ofhim. A For, yes, a musky male in his prime, but also Zoark. He had this almost wood smoky essence that made Addie’s head spin and her world go topsy-turvy. It reminded her of Earth, of all things home. Hewasher home.
When the pressure built up to a bursting point, Zoark grasped her hips and surged inside, bearing down on her, pushing deep, stretching Addie’s swollen tissues, and detonating another explosion. She buckled underneath him, and he laughed, lodged deep. She felt his laughter all the way inside, and tears of pure joy misted her view of his face.
She wished for this moment to never end, but even when it did, it was beautiful.
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“No, wait, let me finish.” Addie placed both hands on the sides of Zoark’s head to keep him still. He ruined a perfectly tight man bun but that she had almost finished twining high on his head. Patiently, she gathered his hair and brushed it with her fingers, working to pull it up. Yuux Ihr and Ehr came down and hovered, watching the hairstyling intently. Ihr descended almost to Zoark’s head and extended one clawed little paw toward the bun as if testing it, but didn’t dare to settle on it. Smart move, because Zoark would swat him away.
Addie gently moved Ihr to the side in the air. “With this wind, the hair’s always in your face. Here, it should keep it in place.” Addie folded the ends under and stuck a twig through the bun.
“Now I look like Oh’na. You always fiddle with Oh’na’s hair,” he groused.
Addie stood up and walked around to see him from the front. “I assure you, you do not look like Oh’na.”
And then she blinked.
Such an insignificant change, gathering his hair away to reveal the strong mold of his face and bare his thick neck, had transformed him in ways that Addie struggled to process. He was still her Zoark, but it was like he could no longer hide his true nature, which made him a bit of a stranger.
Even sitting down, he was huge. Though mellow and relaxed, he managed to look wild and feral and strong beyond measure. He sprawled in front of her like a berserker at rest, like a cruel war god of the old Norse, valuing nothing but power and brute force - and possessing them in spades.
She should be afraid. Instead, for the first time since coming to Planet Zero, she looked at a For male and thought,I am safe.
“Zoark, I think I am going to have a child.”
In the hollow, terrible silence that followed, the chill that descended over Zoark was palpable and sharp.
Addie stiffly lowered down to sit next to him on the soft moss. “I take it you didn’t expect it,” she uttered without inflection.
“Are you certain?” he asked, echoing Qalae.
