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He pulls me against him with a moan. Gasping, I realize that there’s no branch poking me in the back - it’s his erection!
“Fr’Ya,” he murmurs. “Fr’Ya!”
As if he can’t control himself, he grinds against my back, faster and faster, creating friction to get himself off. I shouldbe repulsed, I mean, this is not normal behavior. But the thought that he is trying to get himself off in his sleep while dreaming of me has me clench my thighs.
I sneak my hand down to my pussy, and I immediately get frustrated by the suit I’m still wearing. “Off…” Murmuring to myself, I slide the zipper down and let out a little moan when my fingers reach my pussy. I am drenched. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have this feeling that being this turned on is not normal, but my body has a mind of its own, and when T’Rak grunts in my ear, my fingers latch onto my clit. Frantically circling and working myself towards an orgasm.
I bite my lip to keep it in, wanting to follow T’Rak over the edge. It barely takes more than a minute before he lets out a deep groan, and I feel something warm against my back. On the other hand, I am not as silent as he is, and I shout out for him.
Immediately, he sits up and looks at me, bewildered. “Fr’Ya?” his gaze latches onto my open jumpsuit, my hand on my pussy, and his eyes turn dark. Then he appears to realize what got me in this state of disarray. Horror crosses his handsome face as he looks at the stain around his crotch. “Did I?”
Hastily, I shake my head. “No big guy, just some harmless grinding.” For some reason, I can’t stop touching myself, and his eyes zoom in on my movements.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s called masturbation, you know what that means, don’t you?”
“You should let me do that.” The tone of his voice is husky, and he licks his lips.
I shimmy myself out of the suit, and it falls to my waist easily. “Yes, please, with your tongue.”
CHAPTER 27
Freya
T’Rak doesn’t give me any time to reconsider my words; he attacks.
Expertly, he guides the suit down my legs, and I lift my hips to help him. My suit disappears in a corner of the tent, and wantonly I spread my legs. Lust takes over my brain, and somewhere I know that this isn’t something I’d usually do, but I am beyond caring.
T’Rak doesn’t bother warming me up, because my arousal is quite literally leaking from my core. He laps it up, moaning as it hits his tongue. My head falls back, and I arch my spine, caressing my breasts and plucking at my nipples.
“Yes, T’Rak, keep doing that!” His finger pumps into me, and he sucks and licks my clit.
Before I know what’s happening, I cum, shouting out his name. He guides me through my climax, and his tongue is everywhere. When he starts to let go, I squeeze my thighs for a moment.
“More!” My voice is hoarse, and I have no idea why Iwould ever want more after, but he obeys my request and adds another finger. With the touch of his fingers, tongue, and tail, he guides me towards another orgasm. And another, not letting go until I’m boneless in his arms.
“What about you?” I manage to get the words out before my eyes fall shut again.
“I orgasmed many times. I will remove these dirty pants and clean them in the morning.”
I giggle at the image of his soiled suit, but sleep claims me before I can make coherent thoughts.
T’Rak
When I wake up,Fr’Ya is soft and pliable in my arms. She feels warm against me, and for a moment, I think our suits are malfunctioning, but then I realize we are naked—we are both naked! She sighs and snuggles deeper into my embrace.
The tent smells like her musk and my cum. It smells like mating.
Horror fills my body as I remember what happened last night. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up, out of my mind with need for her and I… I attacked her.
“Stop thinking so hard, you’ll ruin the easy morning,” Fr’Ya murmurs next to me, and I stiffen, slowly letting go of her.
“Hey, what’s going on?” She turns towards me as I try to create space between us so I can straighten my thoughts.
“What did we. Last night. I...”
She sighs with a smile. “Last night was pretty amazing.”
