“Oh!” he said, without quite meaning to. “I see.”
“Wow,” he heard Lynette say, and glanced up to see her attention fixed on his cock – which was standing out straight and proud from his body, as it should be.
“Is that normal?” he asked her, not quite sure what her fixation was about.
“Um… yes,” she said, her voice a touch higher than usual. “Um… yes,” she said again.
“Lynette,” Koradan said, a faint hint of warning in his voice.
“It’s perfectly normal,” she assured him quickly. “It’s just on the, um… thelargeside. For a human. Is that…? I mean, how does that compare to…?”
The reason why salases and humans weren’t sexually compatible was immediately obvious to Koradan. “Rather than explaining all the details, how about I just show you?” he suggested, kicking his pants off the rest of the way. He reached for his necklace, pausing until Lynette caught his meaning and nodded in reply. He removed the necklace, letting his natural form take over again.
Lynette’s eyebrows rose as she got a look at his cock. “Oh. Right. I see,” she said, much as he had done only a minute ago. A salas’s cock was curved where a human’s was straight. It was shorter, but thicker, and if Lynette had said that his human one was ‘large’, then he considered that the girth of his salas version could be unmanageable for a human. But the real issue was that on the underside of his penis was a row of four barbed hooks, noticeably absent on the human version of the appendage.
“That wouldn’t work with a human female, would it?” he said, already knowing the answer. Deciding not to waste any more time, he reactivated the spell, watching as his cock reformed itself. But all through the examination, his erection hadn’t flagged in the slightest.
“Well, that was educational,” Lynette said, a sly grin on her face as she looked up at him again. “Now let’s see if I can educate you a little about human women.” Gods, he loved the way she was so self-assured in the bedroom. She pressed him back until he sat down on the bed again, then nudged him to move back until he was lying fully on the mattress. She moved up and straddled him, rubbing her core against his erection. The feel of her warm, slick flesh was sublime, but more than that, he had a perfect view of her breasts, swaying slowly as she moved back and forth.
“Gods above, Lynette…” He reached up to cup her breasts. “Where does a human woman feel most pleasure? Show me.”
A slow smile lit her face. She took one of his hands and moved it down to between her legs, showing him where and how hard to touch her. As he got the hang of it, her eyes closed, her head falling back to reveal her long neck. Without claws to worry about, he grew bolder, sliding his fingers further along her flesh, feeling slickness and heat. Then the tip of his finger slipped inside her and she moaned. “Yes… more… Do that again…”
As he did so, she reached down and took hold of his cock, stroking it slowly and firmly. Koradan remembered how long it had been since a woman had touched him like this – had touched him at all, in fact – and after just a minute or two, he had to put his hand over hers, stilling her movements.
“I need… You can’t…” he tried to say, feeling completely breathless. “Oh heavens, you need to stop,” he blurted out finally. “That’s just too good…”
To distract her, he used his thumb to massage the little nub at the centre of her pleasure again, and her hips jerked. His free hand roamed upwards, over her birthmark, teasing her nipple again, then up to stroke her hair out of her face.
It occurred to him that, despite all their physical differences, he had come to think of her as beautiful – not the classical beauty of salas women who flaunted their red stripes and dusted red powder over their horns, but an earthy beauty, full of laugh lines around her eyes and compassion in the curve of her lips and genuine happiness radiating out of her. Her eyes were paler than a salas’s, but her lashes were dark, framing her eyes perfectly.
He leaned up to kiss her again, and she squirmed on his lap, her breath coming quicker now. “Gods, I need… Koradan, that’s…” She rolled her hips against him, then reached down and moved his hand away. For a moment, he thought perhaps he’d done something wrong, until she took hold of his erection and guided it swiftly inside herself.
Koradan cursed as he felt tight, wet heat surround him. “Gods, Lynette… Oh, sweet blazing sky, that’s incredible.”
Lynette moaned in reply. “Fuck, it’s been so long. So very, very long…” She thrust herself downwards, then rose up again, only to repeat the move. “Oh gods, Koradan…” She leaned down to kiss him, not ceasing her rhythmic slide up and down, and he took hold of her hips, guiding her movements to drive himself deeper. He could feel his climax approaching, a swelling wave of sensation that he was rapidly losing control of.
“Lynette, I can’t…”
“Just a little more,” she murmured, eyes closed, hands pressed against his chest to balance herself. He slid his thumb down to massage her nub again, drawing a low moan from her lips. The sound shot straight through him. Never in his life had he had a woman make that sound for him before.
“Angels above, you’re gorgeous,” she muttered. He looked up, seeing that she was staring down at him through half-lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted. No woman had ever looked at him the way she was.
That was it for him. His climax crested, the surge gathering in his groin. “You’re divine,” he muttered, giving himself up to the sensation. “Great gods, you’re amazing…” A rough moan was torn from his throat, but just as he went over the edge, he heard an echoing moan from Lynette and her passage clamped down on him, her hips jerking as her body shuddered. She grabbed onto his wrist and squeezed hard, her grip only loosening when her climax faded out.
She slumped forward and he was content to simply lie there, both of them catching their breath. He trailed his fingers lightly up and down her thigh, just wanting to touch her. He could feel a trickle of wetness leaking down over his groin, but he ignored it. He stroked her hair, revelling in the feeling of sharing this moment with his partner, instead of having her rush off with muttered excuses and vague apologies. Lynette seemed in no hurry to go anywhere.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed eventually, pulling back a little. “That was amazing.”
Koradan grinned up at her – he could hardly help himself – and leaned up on his elbows to kiss her. “Perhaps we should clean up a little?” he suggested, not really wanting to move, but knowing it was necessary if they didn’t want to end up sleeping on damp sheets.
“Hm.” Lynette moved, wincing a little as she swung her leg off him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly concerned, but she shook her head.
“Not at all. That was wonderful.” She leaned down to kiss him again before moving off the bed and standing up. “Just a few stiff muscles. One of the consequences of getting old.”
He scoffed. “You’re not old.”
