All the way down the bountiful curves of her body, I leave presses of my mouth, gentle nips of my teeth, and laps of my tongue. And I can't help but pause to nuzzle here and there. When I reach the Promised Lands between her thighs, a possessive growl escapes me. Not-mate or not,this is mine. She will see.
Perhaps I should go slow. Perhaps my movements should be experimental. Perhaps my Ah-Lanah does not want me to rush into feasting on her precious cunt like a male half-starved, half-crazed.
I do no such thing, however.
I amthat half-starved, half-crazed male as I lick the whole length of the flesh between her legs.The taste of her!Fuck!It makes me groan loud and long as I push my face against her, lapping like a mad-male, wanting desperately to reach all of her, to lick all of her, to taste all of her. My hand finds my cock without thought and I groan anew, not only at the stroke of my hand, but the realization that I am coated in her like she had marked me as hers.
Ah-Lanah's hands are tangled tightly in my hair as she moans my name and it is the sweetest sound in all the lands. Her hips squirm a little but I suspect it is from pleasure.
Just to confirm, I raise my head a little - the new small swelling of her growing belly blocking some of my view of her face if I do not.
"What?" she hisses, panting at me, those tiny human hands of hers almost pushing me back down between her beautifully dimpled thighs.
I chuckle at her impatience. "You are squirming, little female," I tell her, my tone firm like she was truly misbehaving and I reprimanding her. She whines and writhes again, trying to push me back down. "Be still," I command her, "and let me enjoy your cunt."
She sucks in a breath and nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she continues to eagerly urge my mouth back down between her legs.
As if she needed to force me? The thought is utterly ludicrous.
I remember from last night that her own pleasure seemed to derive mainly from her fingers playing with the bud of flesh at the apex of her cunt, so I concentrate my attentions there; sucking, licking and keesing her until her hands are twisting my hair to the point of pain, her breath is ragged and uneven and her legs are beginning to shake. I stroke my cock to the rhythm of my tongue, loving every second of my feast.
"Mavyx!" she gasps, and I decide that the sacred act of cunt-keesing is quite possibly my new favorite activity. How males from her home lands had time for hunting and training is a mystery to me. Surely they are all constantly begging to lick and suckle at the bounty between their females' thighs?
A growl comes to me unbidden at the thought of another male tasting my Ah-Lanah.
"Mavyx!" my mate whines, bucking her hips up into my eager mouth. "Oh, shit!"
I bury my face in her cunt and lap at her with even more vigor than before, supping at her taste, losing myself to her.
She almost pulls my hair from the roots, but I love every second of making her fall apart from pleasure, especially when I am rewarded with more of her wetness to lap at. It isn't even until Ah-Lanah starts to squirm again, this time, pushing me away, claiming she is too sensitive now, that I realize I have spilled my seed all over her nest. So lost in making a meal of my mate that my own pleasure pales in comparison.
"I will get you new feathers, furs and hide," I tell her, still panting as I move to stand.
"Later," Ah-Lanah protests, reaching out and pulling me back down, careful to avoid the ruined area of nest. "For now, I need you to hold me a while," she says, nuzzling close, her little human nose pressed to my chest, my chin resting on the crown of her head.
Yes,later, I think. Any duty of mine that does not involve my female can be thought oflater.
Nowis for holding my star in my arms.
CHAPTER 20: ALANA
It has been a few week's since that night of the storm and Mavyx still manages to make my heart thunder in my chest when he looks at melike that -like he's remembering how we got each other off with our hands last night. Or how he'd insisted on eating me out right after too.
I'm still waiting for him to demand that we'do the deed'fully, but he never has.
It's strange, now that I'm spending time with someone who's not pushing for sex, I can look back on most of my sexual past with human men and realize just how pushy and expected those experiences seem in comparison. Being with a Trixikka -being with Mavyx- is fun and exciting. Absolutely everything is new for him and it makes it feel new for me, too.
Do I think we're performing a dangerous dance by doing all this exploring together but still trying to remain not-mates and keep feelings out of it?
Yes.
Do I think it might already be too late for me?
Also yes.
Maybe him too, but I don't know how much Mavyx is driven by that twinkly chest of his. For my part, I could try to play a lot of it off on my pregnancy hormones but I know that's not all of it. Not at all.
I like the big sparkly idiot, it seems.
