The other females had taught us of this. She is… her body is preparing to welcome a mate’s cock.Thatis what that scent means.
For some reason, I start to salivate at the thought before I catch myself.
It is the flower.
It is not my Polly. She is not willing this for herself.
This is… this is not right.
If I learned anything from the teachings of the females back at the tribe, I learned that above all else, consent and choice is the most important thing to a female.
“Polly, I-”
“I really need to come,” she gasps in a rush before clamping both her hands over her mouth. Her amber eyes go wide as though she could not believe the words she had just spoken.
To come? That is when a female reaches the zenith of her pleasure during mating acts, no?
I close my eyes and groan at the mere thought of it, bending forward and bowing my head until my forehead tips to hers, leaning on her smaller form ever so gently. When I open my eyes, Polly’s hands have dropped from her face and she is staring at me with such hunger, I feel I might burst into flames from it. The thought of her allowing me to-
No.
No, no, no.
I take a shaky breath. “Polly, it is the pollen making you feel this way.”
“Aloryk,” she says, blinking up at me as she grabs for my hand and brings it to her breast, cupping the perfect, soft curve in my hand. “Please,” she begs, pressing herself into my hand.
I am not proud of the pitiful whimper that escapes me after that - after feeling her in my palm. “Polly-” I choke out.Goddesses, save me!This is the most delicious torture. “Polly, I-we cannot-” I blabber, her soft breast still in my hand. I stand there, gawking at her like a youngling being presented with his very first spear - only this is endlessly better than any spear! - before I shake my head and make to step away.
My little human female is faster. She hooks a hand into the waistband of my tented loincloth and tugs me closer, looking up at me with bright, fevered eyes as she demands, “I don’t think you understand just how much Ineedto come right now. Either you help me out, or I’m doing this myself.”
Chapter 13 - Polly
This. Is.Mortifying.
After a couple of rounds of masturbating behind a tree - yes, masturbating… behind aGod-damned tree! While Aloryk waited patiently on the other side, I still couldn’t dull the incessant ache between my legs.
An ache caused by a flower, of all things!
And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, or more embarrassing, the big guy starts to insist I do my diddling while tucked up in his giant wing.
“You will be safer there,” he argues, as if this is a perfectly reasonable thing to be asking someone.
My cheeks are still hot from my last orgasm and I can barely look him in the eye, but I can already feel the overwhelming urge to make myself come again… or beg Aloryk to help me. I feel like I want to rip my own skin off - or like my own skin isn’t even mine. Is this what a cat in heat feels like? Because right now if I thought sticking my ass in the air and yowling for someone to come and fuck this desperate feeling out of me would help, I would be assuming the position.
I’ve never felt anything like it. And believe me, I’ve been plenty horny. This is just on another level - apainful level.
And again, I’m reminded thata flowerdid this.
A flower!
I’m about to start arguing with Aloryk when I catch a glimpse of something sparkly on the forest ground. My brows furrow, but before I can ask why it looks like someone dumped half the glitter glue from Hobby Lobby in the middle of the jungle, Aloryk kicks leaves over it and takes two quick steps over to me. “Your scent is-” he whispers hurriedly, his hands turning over each other as if that will make the words come out. “It will attract all manner of predator,” he protests. “I cannot protect you from the other side of a tree!”
I have to admit, I’m not really listening to what he’s saying. I’m too busy eye-fucking his arms of corded muscle and those huge hands of his. He’d be so good at holding me down, or bending me over.
So. Fucking. Good.
I suck in a shaky breath and bite down on my lip at the thought.
