When the fastener is as low as it will go she gives a displeased noise and tugs a bit more before looking at me with wide, heat-filled eyes.
“Shrug your arms out, big guy. I need to explore what you’re packing down here.”
I’m completely hypnotized by her and do as she says immediately, letting the jumpsuit pool at my waist and reveal my entire upper body. She gazes at me hungrily, running her fingers over the short, smooth hair that covers my belly before releasing—at last—my cock.
It springs free and for the first time I realize just what she means about it not fitting. My cock is almost as long as her forearm, my testes as big as her fist. Worry and doubt fill me briefly before she wraps her hands around my shaft and once again thoughts leave my mind. She looks at my cock in awe, and I admit the feelings of her hands and her gaze make me feel like a great warrior, indeed.
“Holy shit. You are…impressive, Khur. When I called you Big Guy, I did not realize how true that was.” She sounds out of breath and excited as she strokes me with both hands, running them over the head tocollect the precum gathering there. Working her way down my shaft she gently squeezes my testes and I groan at how good it feels.
“What’s this? Is it… a knot? I’ve heard of those in smut before. I can’t believe they’re real.”
“I do not know what a knot is. They are my testes. Do human males not have testes?”
“Not quite like this, no. So do they usually go… inside, when you fuck?”
“Yes they go inside so the female can squeeze out every drop of cum,” I groan as she gives then a firm squeeze.
“That sounds hotter than I would have expected. I cannot wait to feel that.”
“We do not have to… I don’t think they would fit.” I groan again as the image of Destiny trying to take my testes inside her body flashes in my mind. I focus my mind on not coming all over her hands, and it is a true act of willpower.
“Oh, but we are certainly going to try one day.”
Then she dips her head down and puts those perfect pink lips on the head of my cock, wrapping her lips around the tip and lapping at the precum with her tongue. Her hands squeeze my testes, then start sliding up and down my shaft in long, languid movements while she presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the head. There's no way she'll be able to fit any of my cock into her mouth, but she certainly seems to like trying. Before I can refocus my mind, my body has other ideas, and I come with a growl. I try to pull back, embarrassed and ashamed that I came almost the moment her mouth touched my cock, but Destiny does not act grossed out or upset. Instead she moans around me, the vibrations causing another spurt to shoot out into her mouth, andshe enthusiastically tries to lick and suck and swallow each drop as she massages my swelling testes with her hands.
Panting, I watch as she fails to gather it all and my release makes a sticky mess around her hands, her face, and my crotch. She slides her hands one last time from my engorged testes to the tip of my cock before her hands falls away and her eyes grow wide again.
"Your knot…I mean, your testes got even bigger," she says, staring at it intently. "How long will it stay that way?"
“Fifteen minutes or so," I shrug. "That was… amazing,” I tell her, though I know words fall short, especially when I can’t seem to find many. My brain is still short-circuiting.
She just blushes and smiles, though.
“I’m glad you liked it. I should probably clean up.”
She shimmies up but seems to figure out she can’t hop out of the couches the same way she hopped in, with her hands covered in my release like they are, and looks at me sheepishly. With haste, I tuck myself back into my jumpsuit, pulling the sleeves around my waist to knot them at my hip. Then I take Destiny in my arms, pulling her legs around my waist and carrying her into the cleaning room, depositing her on the counter.
“Mmm, you gonna help me get cleaned up?” she asks from her perch on the counter as I fiddle with the buttons for a warm shower.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
16
Destiny
The look Khur tosses me as he turns from the steaming shower could vaporize me, it’s so hot. Without saying a word he drops the jumpsuit from his waist and saunters over, stopping right between my open knees. I can’t help but check out what he’s packing again. Luckily, it’s not as big as I thought when I first felt it. Thick as a soda can at the base where the softball-sized testes are, but tapered a bit towards the head, and perhaps a few inches longer than one. Certainly not as big as my forearm. I think we could make it work, eventually. With alotof foreplay. It’s also black, as dark as the skin on his hands and face, and completely devoid of hair. I was nervous I was going to end up with a mouth full of fur when I first decided I was going to give him a blow job, but I was also committed. And pleasantly surprised when I saw his thick fur got shorter and tapered off on the way down his abdomen and to his crotch. The short hair below his belly button reveals thick muscles I want to spend more time exploring eventually.
From my perch on the counter I’m almost eye-level with him again, and even more moisture floods my pussy thinking about the gazebo. I ache to feel those fangs on the sensitive underside of my breasts again.I didn’t even know that was an erogenous zone until today. Without a word, I reach down and unzip my jumpsuit, shrugging out of the sleeves with my shoulders back.
His eyes zero in on the prize and his hands quickly follow, pinching my nipples expertly, like he’d been playing human girls like violins all his life. I want to sing, it’s so blissful.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Is that ok?”
“I’d have to be an idiot to refuse what you’re offering, big guy.”
I’m pretty sure this is the exact opposite of taking things slow, but ever since the gazebo I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that scorching kiss, and how he looked at me like I was a miracle. A sexy, lusty miracle. I know penetrative sex is going to take some serious building up to, but my mind is filled with all the possibilities for how we can fill the time until then. And prepare my body for it, too. I practically shiver with anticipation.
Khur slips an arm behind my back and under me, between the jumpsuit and my bare skin, lifting me up. His other hand works the jumpsuit down my body in rapid jerks, and I have to help him get it down past my wide hips a bit, but I never feel an ounce of self-consciousness or awkwardness because he looks at me like I’m the moon and he’s never been outside at night. Like I’m a goddess. Like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
