Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her face up to meet mine.Goddesses, but her scent istoo goodright now, it's making my mouth water. "There are many things I wish you to teach me this night, Zahreenah," I tell her. "Filling you with my seed can wait -" I had planned on also saying'or never happen at all', the choice is hers of course, as it always will be. But my little mate couldn't wait for me to finish my words. Her lips are on mine for some of her mouth-on-mouth 'kissing' and all other thoughts leave my head instantly with the groan rumbling from the back of my throat. She shifts us, maneuvering us as one so that I end up on top of her as my tongue explores her hot, sweet, little mouth. I try to keep my mind present. Again, I'm aware that I am much larger than her, and if I don't hold my weight above her, I'd crush my mate. My forearms bracket her head and I don't miss the way my Zahreenah seems to like touching my biceps, her soft, delicate female hands exploring my upper arms, shoulders, and chest as we continue our kissing. I cannot help but flex my Protector’s muscles under her touch. She hums into my mouth, her legs coming up to wrap around my hips, pulling me down on her, pressing our bodies closer. My cock is as hard and unyielding as a life-stone blade and currently, it is nestled tight against her precious cunt. Is there anything in all the lands more pleasurable than this? Her hips buck against mine and I can't help but groan into her mouth. It feels like I'm going to spill right here and now and my Zahreenah has only just started with her teachings. My mate starts to grind against my cock and I realize she is simulating what it might be like to be buried inside her, how we might move together as one, joining our bodies and claiming one another.
"Your skin-stars are going crazy again," she whispers, eyes half-lidded as her hands skim up and down my shoulders as well as my chest. I don't doubt it. I don't need to look at myself to see it. It's her. She's doing this to my skin-stars just like she had before at the river. She sets mealight.
And I couldn't be happier about that.
"Zahreenah," I whisper, resting my forehead on hers. My eyes close but I allow her to grind against me, guiding my answering movements. She's slow. Something in me is roaring to speed up, to buck my hips into hers, to push my cock into her cunt and succumb to the frenzy I can sense bubbling beneath my skin. I feel like a wild creature from the deepest parts of the jungle, something all teeth and claws and...need. "Teach me," I plead, voice strained and desperate as I grind my cock against my mate. I have to ask. If I don't ask, if she doesn't guide me, I might become that beast prowling just below the surface. "Teach me to pleasure my mate."
"What are your instincts telling you to do?" Zahreenah asks, her breaths coming out in little pants as our hips continue to move, continue to slowly grind, continue to spark embers of pleasure centering there.
My instincts? I want to push into her, I want to taste every inch of her beautiful star-less skin, I want her to be as consumed with me as I am with her. Are any of these things right? Are any of these things what she wants? I hope so. "I want to please you," I rasp. "I want to..." my words turn choked and ragged, "... I want to put my mouth all over you."
"You can do that," my Zahreenah tells me, her voice small, delicate, andGoddesses, it only serves to remind me of how precious a gift I have under me right now. She blinks those pretty eyes up at me and turns her head, stroking a finger down the skin of her throat, starting directly beneath her ear. "I like being kissed here."
Instruction. I am grateful for it. If I fuck this up, she might never let me touch her again. I swoop upon her like I were pouncing upon my prey, my lips issuing admittedly sloppy, enthusiastic mouth-on-skin-kisses. She giggles in my arms, a sound that makes something bloom in my chest. "Slow down, baby."
"Sorry," I murmur into her neck, doing as she instructs. She smellsso goodhere, I can't help but press my nose into her, inhaling her scent and darting my tongue out to lick at her, unsure if this is what I am meant to do, but not being able to help myself. From the way her back arches up into me and the little gasp my mate lets slip, I do not think it was a bad thing.
Zahreenah's hands grip my hair like she wants to hold me in place, her head tipping back, allowing me more of her skin to explore.Fuck,but just the fact that she bares her throat to me has my cock unimaginably hard. I am a feared predator of my lands, and here, in my arms is this little female willingly putting herself in the most vulnerable of positions. Tentatively, I explore her throat, testing her gently with a scrape of my teeth. She shudders, her breath hitching and her grip on my hair tightening. My growl rumbles low, pleased beyond words at how my female reacts to my touches. I feel the delicious'mmmm'noise beneath my lips as it leaves my mate's throat and she rewards me with a "that's good, baby," and a fervent roll of her hips against mine.
Next, she releases my hair and I miss the tug of her little hands instantly. But the loss is all forgotten when my Zahreenah reaches down to rid herself of her coverings. I stare down at her - atallof her. She has made herself even more vulnerable for me. The realization makes me salivate.
I will not allow her to regret it, I vow to myself, trying to calm the racing blood in my veins, urging me to take her now - take her as she explained it is done.
But by all the Goddesses, my female's body is the closest thing to the Promised Lands that any Trixikka has ever seen. The Promised Lands, where our honorable and fierce ancestors' spirits are rewarded with an eternity of enjoyment and pleasure - and I am being given this bounty now? It is too good to be believed. Perhaps I have already died and do not know it.
Whether I believe it or not, I cannot stop my hands from greedily filling themselves with her magnificent breasts. Dead or not, I know I will never have enough of touching her special curves, both these here on her chest and the soft swells of her hips as well as that tantalizing tailless rump of hers. She's so fucking adorable, unexplainably, I itch to bite her. Not hard, but not gently either. I don't want to hurt her, and I don't think biting is part of any matehood ritual, so I try to redirect the excited energy coursing within me into kneading and stroking her wonderful teets the way she had shown me down at the river. My mate's nipples are taut and pebbled, begging for more attention. I test them, stroking a thumb over one, then the other, constantly watching Zahreenah for a reaction, trying to gauge if my actions are welcomed or not. Her head lolls to the side, that pleased-sounding noise coming from her throat again and I understand I have done well enough. Good. It pleases me immensely to be able to play with my mate's body in a way that is agreeable to her. I watch as her own little hand comes up to pluck at her nipple, gently pinching and tugging, letting it go, and then rolling it between her fingertips. I could do that. My mouth waters at the prospect and a new idea forms. Batting away her hand, I easily keep it at bay by pinning her by the wrist to my nest beneath us, just as I duck my head and cover her needy little nipple with my mouth. "Rynn!" she calls my name in such a way that I know I'm doing something right. In truth, I don't think I needed the affirmation, the wild beast prowling beneath the surface of my skin seems to know instinctively what to do. But, I will concede, hearing my name on her lips like that? That's something I want to hear again - as many times as possible.
I gently suck her nipple into my mouth, mimicking the play of her fingers. The beast inside me is pleased and I can't help but let a groan slip from my lips at how readily my mate responds to me. A purr starts in my chest as I swipe my tongue over her tight little nipple and then treat the other to the same attention. But I want more. I want to taste all of her, but especially the source of that tempting scent - the scent that is getting stronger with every touch, every grind of our hips. I want to feast on her sacred cunt. I release her nipple from my mouth, more than pleased to see both peaks stiff and wet. My Zahreenah looks at me with eyes like deep, dark pools, her beautiful lips parted as we stare at one another. "May I perform mouth-on-cunt-kissing now?" I ask, not recognizing the voice as my own. She licks her lips and nods and I find myself trailing a path of sloppy kisses down her front, as eager as a green-male presenting his first offering to Temple.Slow, Rynn, I tell myself. She'd told me to slow and here I am racing to get my head between her legs. If only my tribe could see that their mighty High Spear is so easily riled by his mate, so easily made undone by this little female. But then, the thought of sharing this moment with anyone else has my purr deepening into a growl, as though tribe members had stepped foot inside my hut and I need to gut them with my spear. I nip my Zhareenah's soft belly gently with my teeth and flare my wings wide over her. She is mine and I will not share her. My mate's hands thread through my feathers, making me shudder in pleasure. She widens her legs as I descend and I find myself staring at what awaits me between them.
Chapter 22
SERENA
For an agonizing second or two too long, Rynn just...staresat my pussy. I'm about to shut my legs again - a notion that should make me laugh considering the amount of times I've laid, legs splayed wide, while I fucked myself with toys for the camera. But this feels different. Everything feels different with Rynn. And it's not just because everything is new for him, either. Rynn's a Virgin with a capital 'V', for sure, but the way he makes me feel? No other man has come close to that.
Time ticks by so slowly with his gaze firmly locked between my thighs and the horrifying thought that maybe this is all too much for him flits through my head... maybe he's turned off by that part of my anatomy? He's never seen a vagina before so maybe he's grossed out or-
That's all forgotten rather quickly when Rynn groans and dives on me like a starving man who's just shown up at the all-you-can-eat buffet. I yelp, but it quickly morphs into a moan as I feel the heat of his mouth on my pussy and the slick slide of his tongue down there. He groans again, devouring me, hands gently pushing at my thighs to open me up even further. "Zahreenah," he moans betweenwonderfulswipes of hiswonderfultongue. "My delicious Zahreenah."
Warmth spreads up from my pussy and down to my toes. All I can do is hold on tightly to his outstretched wings as he laps at me, groaning like I'm his new favorite flavor. His tongue swipes over my clit making my breath hitch. It doesn't go unnoticed. Rynn is either reading my body like an instruction manual or he remembers what I told him about treating my clit like a secret button to get me off. He kisses, licks, and gently sucks on me, eyes that were closed in rapture open brightly, gaze locked on mine, watching my every panted breath. "Mmmm, Rynn...'' I moan, undulating my hips beneath his hold. The growl he emits into my pussy has me feeling like I have little tingles all over my body, just like my Rynn's skin-stars. It doesn't take long and I'm reaching, reaching, reaching for that summit before the big drop, the swoop and loop-de-loop of an orgasm. I'm calling his name, I think, my head rolling from side to side. How can a guy who's never even seen a pussy before now beso damn goodat this? Fuck. His wings are shaking and he's groaning into my flesh and if I wasn't experiencing the sheer bliss I am right now, I'd wonder who was enjoying this more, me or him? I convulse as I come, my toes curling, my stomach tightening, I'm gripping anything I can for dear life - his feathers, his hair. I just need to hold on.
When I come back to myself, Rynn is lazily licking and nuzzling between my legs, his eyes half-lidded and still watching me. "I want to do this always," he tells me, looking as sated as I feel right now.
"Come up here."
He rises, leaving my pussy with a swift peck, eager to follow my instruction before pausing and glancing down at himself. Rynn takes off his loincloth. "I have made a mess with my seed," he tells me, using the thin hide to wipe himself down.
I cannot help but stare at his huge, still rock-hard cock, his skin stars down there racing up and down his thick length like a damn firework display. "You already came?... From eating me out?" Oh, shit. I could tell he was enjoying himself down there, but I hadn't realized just how much.
Rynn nods, casually throwing his now-soiled loincloth to the other side of his hut. "Yes," he admits, "your taste... watching my female enjoy herself. I defy any male not to spill his seed."
I'm momentarily stunned, unsure of what to say. All I know is that I've never had a guy be so honest and unashamed about what he likes, even if it leads to premature ejaculation. "Come here," I urge again, coming to my senses and realizing I need this man. I need him right now.
He kisses me like he senses that need. And I suspect he feels it too. I suspect my desperation is echoed in him as he answers my hungry kisses with his tongue in my mouth, and his hands trying to touch all of me, all at once. I've never been a shrinking violet in the bedroom by any means, but the fact that Rynn is willing to be guided -wantsto be guided - makes me even more bold. "On your back," I tell him, breaking away from our kisses. He blinks at me, looking a little dazed. "On your back, High Spear." When still he doesn't move, I give his huge chest a shove. The guy is pure muscle and 100% predator. My push doesn't even make him budge an inch. He moves though, for me. I push him again and there's a grin on his stupid handsome lips as he flops on his back like my shoving had made any impact at all. His wings are still splayed wide beneath him, the tips curling up around us at our sides as I rise to straddle his now completely naked body. And what a body it is. I take the time to just look my fill of him. He's so gentle with me that it's easy to forget what this dangerous body can do.
And Rynn's looking up at me too, a brightness to his eyes I've not noticed before. "What will you do with me, mate?" he rasps, throat bobbing with his swallow. My attention catches on one of his feathers floating down from above. I watch it land on his chest, the inky black of it still shining with the three little blue stars at its tip.
"Oh, I don't know," I tell him, lifting my body to lean forward and take that feather of his. Rynn's eyes are honed in on my every move like a predator biding its time observing its prey, waiting to pounce. His hardness had been pressed against my backside, but I'd moved just enough for it to now strain along Rynn's taut lower abdomen. And when I seat myself back down...
