“So, yes. Okay.” He drew in a breath and let it out. “When a warrior is aroused, when he desires a partner for pairing—for sex—his cock fills. Thickens.”
Skehl shifted so that he sat with his legs crossed. Then he shocked Arghet anew by untying his loincloth, so that he sat naked…his cock stiff as a board.
And the thing washuge. A large shaft to fit with Skehl’s large frame.
“I, ah, you feel the urge to pair now?” Kind of obvious, but Arghet was out of his depth.
Skehl’s cheek glowed a bright red, and his golden eyes gleamed with what Arghet might have viewed as hunger. “I feel your energy. It likes mine.”
Arghet had no idea what Skehl was talking about. “Yes, well.” He coughed, determined to ignore Skehl’s arousal. Except his own body responded in kind, his cock impossibly hard, almost to the point of aching.What the five hells…?“When we grow aroused, our member grows slick. It allows for ease of penetration, as we are so much bigger than our females.” He might as well tell Skehl all of it. “Should you choose to pair with a male, it allows ease of penetration there too. Because we do not grow wet inside us as the females do.”
Skehl frowned, glanced down at himself, and gripped his dick. His eyes widened. “That feels good.”
Arghet swallowed a groan. Had Skehl never touched himself before? He refused to ask. “Yes, it does. The pressure on your cock increases your enjoyment, but you must take care not to squeeze too hard, or you’ll hurt yourself.” Seeing Skehl’s nod, he continued, “When that moment of release comes, you can measure what you give. Your first or second seed.”
He watched, dry mouthed, as Skehl began pumping himself, the male’s cock slick with arousal.
Arghet cleared his throat. “Your first seed is that which stays. It is to release the phelthar which builds in us. It eases us, and it will not make a female pregnant. Unlike our second seed, which comes out in abundance, more than our first seed. It is then absorbed into another’s skin and body. It can also be used as a scent marker.”
Skehl met his gaze again, his breath coming faster. Arghet had to admit, watching the male take his pleasure had turned their conversation into a most erotic interlude. His balls ached, and his dick pressed against his loincloth, the tension within frustrating and stimulating as hell.
“To mark with one’s seed?” Skehl panted. “To show ownership?”
“Of a sort,” Arghet answered, his voice hoarse. He shifted on the stone, aching. “The male’s second seed is a power, a gift from the Maker that when shared with a female, will saturate her with seed and get her with child. It’s copious, so releasing second seed into another’s mouth can be a bit much.”But so fucking good.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d released into a female, and he didn’t know why he’d waited so long. “Yet when released onto another’s skin, acts as an odorless marker. Only our kind can detect it.”
The urge to claim the male near him was overwhelming, not to mention startling.
“You want to release.” Skehl nodded at Arghet’s lap, Arghet’s erection evident. “Yet you do not?” Skehl released his hold on himself. “I should stop? This is wrong, my taking release?”
“No.No, you may take your release any way you like. And it’s never wrong with a partner either, so long as your partner is willing.” Arghet wanted to emphasize that, especially to a former member of the Nasuhl. “When it comes to sex, we never take from another what they do not willingly give.”
Skehl cocked his head. “Do you wish for ease?”
Arghet needed to tell Skehl about the instinct, about a male’s need to pleasure his female, to get her with child and share his second seed. But a roaring wave of desire stole his breath. He didn’t understand this driving carnal hunger, and he tried to ignore it.
But Skehl was there, in front of him, removing his loincloth. “You are very big. Nearly as big as I.” Skehl nodded. “I want to feel this again. To know this pleasure. It is… unexpected.” He seemed surprised. “It is good.”
Arghet groaned, and seeing the markings on Skehl’s chest and arms deepen to black, knew he couldn’t leave the male alone.
“You are darker. You want me too,” Skehl said, suddenly more chatty than he’d been since entering the camp. “Yes. I think this is something I should do.”
Before Arghet could ask what Skehl meant, the warrior bent down and took Arghet’s cock in his mouth.
Arghet hissed, in surprise and pleasure, and placed his hands on Skehl’s head to pull him away. But he couldn’t make himself. “Yes,” he moaned, and tugged Skehl by the hair to show him exactly how much to take. “Suck me. Just a little bit of teeth there. Not too much. Stars, yes.”
He neared completion way too soon, his body on fire to mark the male before him. To show everyone where Skehl belonged. Even as Skehl sucked him with enthusiasm, his movements awkward yet sincere, Arghet couldn’t slow down. He wanted to give the innocent male pleasure first, but Skehl’s relentless mouth made that impossible.
“I…release me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “My second seed is coming, Skehl. Please.”
Skehl barely managed to pull away before Arghet was releasing over the male’s throat, his chest. He continued to spend, marking Skehl’s belly, some of his seed running down to coat Skehl’s own cock.
Skehl watched, seeming fascinated, as the seed slowly disappeared, the marker now embedded into Skehl’s flesh.
“You marked me.”
Arghet didn’t know if Skehl was glad or not, but he couldn’t let the male go. Not yet.
“You are still hard?” Skehl asked, glancing in surprise at Arghet’s unflagging erection.
