When I pull away to catch my breath, I’m already giggling again at the way Aloryk openly whines and tries to chase my mouth with his. “Wait,” I tell him, a palm to his advancing chest. “I want to put my mouth other places too.”
Aloryk’s glittering violet eyes are fixed on my mouth as he dazedly asks in a strained voice, “otherplaces?”
“Yeah,” I say, grinning at him as my hand on his chest starts stroking him up and down, getting lower and lower on each slow, dipping swoop. “Like… maybe…here?” I ask, dropping mytouch to gently cup as much as I can of his erection through the hide of his loincloth.
Aloryk sucks in a shuddering breath as I continue to palm at his impressive length. “Polly,” he groans.
“Would you like that? My tongue licking up and down your-”
Aloryk jerks and makes a choked sound. His eyes are now shut tight and he’s panting lightly. “Polly,” he whimpers. “Please.”
It feels like I have Aloryk almost on his knees for me right now. This huge, powerful guy turned to putty in my hands. “Is that what you want, you want me to suck your cock?”
“Ugh, fuck!” He groans, jerking and stiffening. After a moment or two, his eyes open and he stands there, panting in front of me, his skin-stars rippling all over his body.
It takes me a moment for realization to catch up with me. “Did you just…?”
Aloryk nods and swallows while he still tries to catch his breath. “Spilled my seed… yes,” he tells me, his brow creasing with concern. “Was that wrong?”
My mouth opens and closes like a gasping fish for a second or two before I can finally speak. “No! No, not at all, I…” I can feel my cheeks flaming hot and somehow I feel a mixture of both embarrassmentandpride at what just happened. “I just never… I mean, a guy has never been so into…itbefore. Not with me, anyway.”
Aloryk grunts and moves away, going over to the little wooden bucket. “I do not like to think of you with other males,” he mutters, dropping some kind of rag into the water before he then wrings it out and uses it to clean himself up under his loincloth.
Coming to his side, I see clusters of his skin-stars at his temples, buzzing and jumping like they’re stuck right there, trying to make sense of his own thoughts. “None of them wereever serious,” I offer, putting my hand on his forearm. And it was true. Even the couple that I actually considered ‘boyfriends’ didn’t leave me heartbroken when things ended. Shouldn’t that happen if you were picturing spending your life with that person?
Aloryk stills before turning to face me. “And am I ‘serious’ for you, my mate?”
My eyes drop to his still-empty chest for a second, and then quickly bounce right back up again. I swallow before answering, “I sincerely hope so.”
And it’s true.
I’m not playing here. Ireallywant Aloryk’s heart-stars to appear. A permanent indication that we belong to each other.
Aloryk drops the rag and lets a long, slow breath huff from his nose. “The other females have told me what mate-bonding is like for humans. That sometimes, the bonds are not strong enough on one side, and it breaks so that you can go on to find new mates. Trixikka males are not like this, my Polly.” His eyes sparkle earnestly as he swipes his lips with his tongue. “It is like your ‘finders-keepers’. We find you, and wekeep you. For always.”
Finders-keepers. I smile at that.
“AndIget to keepyou? For always?” I ask, voice a little raw as I watch Aloryk step closer, pushing in on my personal space like it already belongs to him.
“For always. My heart-stars will prove it.”
My heart thump-thumps hard in my chest as he leans down, his huge frame conceding to my smaller, human one. “You promise?” I whisper against his lips as I feel his tail coil around my calf.
“I promise.”
They’re just two little words. But those two little words were uttered like a desperate vow right before I’m devoured by their speaker.
“Aloryk,” I moan between the possessive presses of his lips. How did he get so good at this so fast?
He starts purring against me again, folding me so completely into his arms until I’m pressed all up against the broad expanse of warm, hard muscle that makes up his chest. “My Polly,” he murmurs like he’s desperate to get me closer, absorb me completely into himself.
And I really wouldn’t mind that at all.
Pulling away, I hook my fingers into the waist of his loincloth again and tug him back over to the nest. “You’re too tall,” I mock-grumble. “I need something to kneel on to be the right cock-to-mouth height.” I grin at the momentary widening of his eyes before I’m hit with a sudden thought. Aloryk is a virgin with a capital ‘V’ and here I am wanting to do it all and then some. I stop leading him by his belt and rest my palms on his stomach as I tilt my head to look up at him. “Unless… unless this is all too much?”
Aloryk’s brows furrow. “Too much?”
“Yeah. Too much of… me? Too much of us? Am I going too fast?”
