Page 28 of Alokar
Her answer came in the graceful lifting of her hips, her fingers trembling as they fumbled with the fastenings of her jeans. The denim fell away, followed by the white cotton scrap of her panties, revealing skin that glowed like burnished gold, the sacred center of her being glistening like dew on the leaves. I settled between her parted thighs as if approaching a holy shrine, lowering my head to taste paradise itself.
Beneath my palms, her skin quivered, a low, involuntary moan escaping her lips as I continued my exploration, letting my tongue trace over her core, gliding over skin that felt like the softest silk ever woven. Her taste was ambrosia—a divine nectar of sweetness and warmth.
When my tongue encountered a curious, sensitive nub, she jolted, her body responding with a sudden, electric energy. It felt like a treasure hunt, each discovery leading to new ways to bring her pleasure. I focused my worship on that tiny nub, letting my tongue dance with the rhythm of her heartbeat as her hips rose to meet me, her thighs embracing me while breathless whispers of my name escaped her lips.
I captured the tiny bud between my lips, swirling my tongue around it while keeping her hips steady with firm hands. She writhed on the makeshift bed, yet her pelvis remained anchored, refusing to break away from my attentions.
“What is this little nub? You seem to enjoy it when I touch you there,” I teased, a grin spreading across my face as I discovered that a gentle flick of my fingers sent as much pleasure through her as my mouth.
“It’s... It’s called a clit,” Hannah gasped, her voice a breathless plea as her hips pressed toward me. “Please, Ewok.”
I dipped my head, letting my tongue flick against her clit, drawing a deep, resonant moan from her as her body arched in response. Her essence flowed like honey, each drop I received with grateful devotion, savoring the taste of her desire like the finest wine.
When I wrapped her clit in my lips and sucked gently, Hannah’s back arched off the sleeping bag. Her cry pierced the night before she slapped her palm against her mouth, eyes wide and glinting in the moonlight.
I paused, my breath hot against her inner thigh. “Are you okay?”
She pressed a trembling finger to my lips, her gaze drifting toward the thin tent wall. “Hank and Rodney,” she whispered, though her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. “They’ll hear us.”
I snorted with amusement, glancing in the direction of the other tents. “Oh, they thought we were fucking long before now.”
Hannah’s laugh vibrated through her body. She hooked her leg around my waist, pulling me closer. “Then we shouldn’t disappoint them, should we?”
The scent of pine and her arousal filled my nostrils as I returned to her. I let one finger slip into her velvet warmth, then another, feeling her body welcome me, her muscles fluttering around my fingers in the most exquisite sensation.
“I need….” Her words dissolved into a moan as my tongue circled her again.
“Tell me,” I whispered against her skin.
“You,” she gasped. “Inside me.”
Hannah’s fingers wove through my fur, tracing a path of fire down to where my jeans strained against my aching cock. The whisper of my zipper opening seemed to echo through the tent.
My cock sprang free, and Hannah’s breath caught. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gray remained.
“Oh my,” she breathed, her fingertips hovering inches from me, afraid to touch yet desperate to explore.
Despite the fire threatening to consume my very soul, I stilled, watching her face. “I would never hurt you or ask for more than you wish to give.”
Her palm pressed against my cheek, thumb tracing the edge of my jaw. “I know,” she whispered, pulling me toward her. “That’s exactly why I want you.”
I pulled my fingers from within her, bringing them to my lips to savor the nectar of her desire. Her taste was sweet and musky, a flavor so divine I could live off it alone for eternity.
“Ewok,” Hannah murmured, her ankles crossing behind my hips, pulling me closer, offering herself to me completely. The sound of my name on her lips unraveled every thread of restraint I possessed.
My hands found the gentle curve of her hips, fingers trembling with the force of my need as I positioned myself at her entrance. Every movement I made felt guided by some primal knowledge that seemed to flow through my veins—as if the goddess herself had etched ancient blueprints into my soul,mapping every nerve ending, every secret pathway that would make Hannah’s breath catch and her body arch beneath my touch. I pressed forward, feeling her silken warmth envelop me, inch by wonderful inch, as I buried myself within her. She welcomed me with a gasp and in the tattered shards of moonlight that filtered through the tent fabric, I saw her brow furrow.
“Hannah, my sweet, did I hurt you,” I asked, stilling, my muscles trembling from the effort.
“No,” Hannah breathed, her frown abating as a faint smile curved her lips. “You’re just so big... and I feel so full.” She sighed, a sound tinged with pleasure. “I like it.”
I held myself rigid, giving her time to adjust. A few moments later and I felt the upward tilt of her hips. “Ewok... move please.”
Instinct took over, and I moved within her, each thrust drawing me deeper. She moaned my name again, and I surrendered to my need. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever imagined—she enveloped me in velvet heat so intense it bordered on divine torture, her inner walls fluttering and gripping me like butterfly wings made of liquid fire. Each pulse sent waves of pure ecstasy through my entire being, my cock throbbing within her.
The friction was exquisite—the way her body gripped and released me, the wet sounds of our joining mixing with her breathless sighs. I felt every ridge and fold of her inner walls as they massaged my throbbing cock, drawing me toward a precipice of pleasure so intense it threatened to shatter my very soul.
“Hannah,” I breathed against her throat, feeling her respond to my rhythm with graceful undulations. Her soft moans filled the tent like the sweetest song, each note driving me deeper into her welcoming depths, her slick arousal coating my length with each stroke.
