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Quickly, I nod. “Yes! Absolutely yes!”
He grins. “Lucky me.” Before he slides his fingers into the waistband of my pants and yanks them down, he inhales deeply, and it makes me squirm.
He takes my pants off and turns us around, so that I’m straddling him. The way he looks at me makes me blush and clench my inner muscles at the same time. A heated look, filled with promise.
He licks his lips and slides his hands along my side, cupping my breasts. “I had an interesting conversation with O’Rec and D’Var. There appears to be something human females enjoy doing: sitting on one’s face.
I gasp, red creeping up my neck. “That’s not something I…”
He plucks my nipples and grins. “It sounded very pleasurable to me, having horns is a plus in that department.”
I shuffle—it sure sounds good—but I’ve never dared to try it. All my previous lovers were squeamish, and there was the weight thing.
“You never have to do anything you do not want to do, you know that, right?” His seriousness unleashes something inside me, and I bite my lower lip.
“Yes, yes, I want to, but it’s also something I’ve never done, human men are not the most… focused on their women’s pleasure.”
He scoffs before wrapping his tail around my waist and pulling me forward.
“Come sit on my face, treasure. Let me make you feel good.”
I let go of my resistance and scoot forward. I feel awkward, having my pussy this up in his face, but he growls appreciatively.
“You smell so good,” he groans as I hover above him.
I’m not sure what to do next, but he grabs my thighs and pulls me down. “This is sitting, female, and you know it.”
Before I can try to scold him for that, he licks my slit, and I can only moan.
His horns turn out to be true assets because grabbing them immediately allows me to pose my body. My insecurity fades away with every enthusiastic lick, and when I finally truly let go, I understand the fuss.
I rock against his tongue, which is everywhere. In my pussy, on my clit, sucking, licking. He flicks my clit again, and again, before sucking. My pussy constricts, but I feel empty. I moan his name, begging him for more, and cry out when his tail joins the party. That tail is something else; it slides through my folds, opening me and sliding inside. It can’t go too far, creating friction but also a nearly there kindof feeling. It is torture, but he is still driving me towards that peak. It is messy, but it feels so, so good. And when he gently bites down, I cum with a scream.
I am panting and he is still eating me out, lapping at my cum until I go from boneless to humming with excitement again. Without second thoughts, I scoot down his body and sink onto his cock. With trembling hands, he holds on to my hips, and I bend forward to kiss him. I taste myself on his lips, and it’s the sexiest thing ever. I decide to end our predicament, and with a firm twist of my hips, I push myself down.
He moans and pulls me in, kissing me like his life depends on it while thrusting up. The power is mine this time, though, and I grind and tilt my hips, only giving him so much friction.
“Fr’Ya,” he groans. “Please.”
“Now look who begs so prettily,” I tease him, but I answer his plea and start bouncing. The sound of our bodies coming together, the scents in the air, it is utterly erotic.
He holds me close, kissing me while we work towards our climax together. He works my clit with his tail, and I cum all over his cock. He shouts out my name and follows me over the edge. I slump down on his chest, and he cradles me against him.
I could get used to this.
CHAPTER 39
T’Rak
Ihave handed my captain’s duties over to my crew and focus solely on my mate. We spent most of the days in bed, though we seek out the company of my crew and their females for mealtimes. The cats have already found their place on board of the ship. To protect L’Ren’s bushes, D’Var made a crate, which I altered to Fr’Ya’s instruction. The result is a combination of ledges and wooden panels on the wall, so they will not scratch the wrong things. I do not understand what those wrong things may be, but I am glad she thinks of everything.
We mate a lot. I barely think of anything that happened on Tekrov. I focus solely on Fr’Ya and the limited time we have left. I push back all thoughts of my brother, the High Commander, or even the future. Now is all that matters.
Right now, we are lying in bed. Fr’Ya is curled up against me, looking at the stars above us.
“Tell me about your home,” she asks me.
“It is not a happy tale.”
