"Where does it hurt?" I ask after clearing my throat and busying myself with folding her hastily shucked coverings.
"Everywhere."
That does not sound right and a trickle of fear licks at the back of my neck. "Truly?" Perhaps it was not a good idea to bring her so far from Tessa, or the Temple.
But Ah-Lanah only giggles, her arms swishing in the warm waters. "I'm being dramatic," she explains. "My back and hips hurt and I'm tired all the time, but that's about it for now, until the next thing comes along."
"The next thing?" What more could there be? Truly, everything I have learned about the ways of human youngling bearing sounds equal parts brutal as it does miraculous.
Ah-Lanah only smiles up at me and crooks a finger, enticing me into the waters to play.
"You should rest," I protest - and never has a protest sounded so fuckingweak,my voice whining even as I say the words.
Ah-Lanah must notice because her smile only widens. "But I need someone to massage my back."
I stare at her for a moment and then grunt in reply. Of course I'm going to get in and help her. What male wouldn't?
Ah-Lanah positions herself at the edge of the water pool, bent at the hips, forearms resting on the stone lip. Her back rises from the waters, but her belly remains submerged.
And her bare, tailless rump...
Goddess curse me, but it is a sight I will take with me to the Promised Lands. When I approach her, my mate mischievously glances at me over her shoulder andwigglesher soft, wet flesh before me.
"Female," I warn, a low growl rumbling in my throat.
"What? I really want a massage, Mav...please?"
It is my turn to groan this time.
"Tell me where the ache is," I grunt, smoothing my hands over her bountiful curves.
"Mmmm," is all the response I get, so I concentrate my efforts low on her hips and the dip of her back.
My cock prods at the back of her thighs, but it cannot be helped. She knows this.
And when she angles herself so that I slip between her thighs, pressed snuggly against her cunt, I begin to see that she planned this all along.
Not that anyone would hear a complaint leave my lips about it.
"Ah-Lanah," I hiss, hands stilled on her hips, fingertips digging into her flesh. She holds my cock captive, squeezing me with the soft, pillowy flesh of her thighs.
And then she moves.
"Fuck, female," I curse, holding her more tightly, trying to still her while feeling my cock getting harder than it ever has before.
"Just let me play, Mavyx," she coos, her body moving back and forth brutally slowly now, the sensation on my cock almost too much to bear. "You can give me a massage, and I'll give you one in return."
I release the grip on her hips and answer her with a grunt.
For a time I am mesmerized by the sight of her soft rear backing into me, pushing up against my abdomen, my skin-stars bursting with each crash. And all I can do is watch my length disappearing between her clenched thighs, then moving forward again to repeat the pattern. It all feelstoogood. As good as a blowing job, but different. As good as when she rubs her cunt up and down the underside of my length, but different.
I like all of these differences Ah-Lanah is showing me.
Very much.
"You've stopped your massage," she pants over her shoulder and I realize, yes, I have. My hands are stilled on her flesh because my mind couldn't process all ofthisas well as doing something else. As my tribe's Second Spear I can fend off multiple foes in any given moment - Icanfocus on more than one thing at a time.
But not this.
