Aloryk just ate me out…as a favor? Do I say thank you?
My mouth opens and shuts, but before I stammer out whatever spew of words that are waiting at the back of my throat, he pulls away. His lips and chin are glistening as he gently sets me back on my feet and he stands.
“Excuse me a moment,” he says swiftly, inclining his head to me slightly while his fist comes up to his chest - a weirdly formal gesture for someone who was sucking on my clit mere seconds ago.
And then he’s gone, disappearing behind a huge, black-leaf tree, leaving me over here with legs like jello.
Chapter 14 - Aloryk
That was-
Fuck.
That was…divine.
My head tips back and I let out a quiet groan as my hand strokes at my cock. I need to be quick so that I can get back to my Polly, but I could not deny myself relief for much longer. As soon as I lick along my lips, I spill against the tree - painting it with my seed with the taste of my female’s cunt on my tongue.
Tucking my cock away, I make my way back to Polly. When I find her, the expression she wears only serves to give me pause. She has pulled her coverings on again and she had been gathering wood for a fire by the looks of things. But when she heard my approach…
I did not much like that look in her eye.
What is it? Worry? Embarrassment?
I am reminded once more that to me, the experience of putting my mouth to her beautiful cunt was wonderful - an act I had performed on my female in many a dream.
To Polly, it was a necessity to rid her of discomfort brought on by the stonecock flower.
Absently, I glance down at my chest - a chest still barren of the heart-stars that I know will appear soon. They cannot come soon enough in my opinion. Maybe then my Polly will feel more secure and welcoming of our matehood.
“Thank you for…” her quiet voice trails off as I look at her standing there, wringing her hands together. “…helping me.”
I want to tell her it was nothing but a pleasure for me to help her that way - that I am ready and very willing to help her all over again as often as she would like.
But that’s just the thing; I licked her cunt because she needed me to, not because she wanted me to.
Matehood is a lot more complicated than I first anticipated.
“There is no need to thank me,” I tell her - perhaps a little more gruffly than I had intended as I adjust my still-swollen cock. “You were in pain, and I was happy to aid you.” I wince at my own words and then make myself busy by taking over in building a fire.
There is silence while I work. It is not comfortable.
Chaz-Titi had given teachings to myself and other tribemales about matehood acts. Her teachings were very clear; nothing is forced upon the females without consent.
But when Polly’s consent -or pleadings- come from a place of pain rather than pleasure, everything feels a little… strange. Are we to pretend that I did not just make her belly quiver and her thighs shake with my mouth on her cunt?
AmIto pretend that I did not enjoy every amazing second of it?
“I didn’t find any of the flowers that help with your pain,” she says in a soft, apologetic voice.
I shrug and let out a grunt. I had not forgotten the pain or the state my body is currently in, but making my female reach her peak of pleasure while she rode my tongue was a very effective distraction.
Soon, the fire is popping away merrily and this day’s twin suns are beginning to contemplate slumber. I keep my eyes on the flames while Polly eats the small cache of fruits we havegathered. She has not said anything yet, but I am all too aware of the growing delicious scent of need coming from her.
The anticipation of my mate asking for my assistance again is the only thing keeping my mind from the throbbing pain in my shoulder and wing.
She makes a frustrated little sigh and from the corner of my sights, I can see her fidgeting restlessly. When I finally look up to her, I regard the stubborn set to her jaw and the determined crease to her brow. She is done with the fruits, has drunk her fill from my waterskin and is sitting with her eyes screwed shut while her arms hug her knees to her chest. Her face is dotted with perspiration. My female is still trying to suffer through it all.
“What are you thinking of?” I ask, unable to help myself.
