There’s a heat that flashes in her eyes that ignites a rumbled growl in me. And, in no time at all, our mouths are in battle again.
We both know I have the strength and size to best her in any battle, despite my injury. But I like her like this. I like her leading me, for I would follow her to the stars if that’s where she decided we should go. She is such a small, timid thing at times, but now, with her on top of me, leading our ‘keesing’, she is my own High Spearess, my Temple, my Goddess of Goddesses.
“Please,” I plead into her mouth. “Pleaselet me lick your sacred cunt again.”
She shakes her head, but keeps on keesing me. “You’re injured.”
“It would make me feel better,” I argue. This, I am sure of.
She giggles into my mouth again, but gently pushes me to lay back on our nest. “If you think that will make you feel better, I have something else in mind that might also work?”
I am intrigued. Though, I do not think anything could be as good as licking her cunt.
Looking at my Bea with a single raised brow, I silently ask her to explain - she does. But not in words. Instead, she shifts her hips, rubbing her covered cunt over my eager, swollen cock. The delicious action draws out a hiss from me as my head falls back to the nest. Whatever she has in mind for us, I am more than willing to participate. “Yes,” I say, gritting my teeth against the feel of her grinding forward and back over me. “Whatever you are thinking of,yes.”
“Are you sure?”
Gripping her thighs, I lift my head to nod up at her so swiftly, I almost injure my neck.
My Bea’s movements stop, and she blinks down at me for a breath or two. I watch her swallow as she continues to stare. “What is it?”
Instead of answering me, she crosses her arms, grips her top covering and lifts it over her head, baring her beautiful breasts to me. Then, she shifts off of her perch on my lap and rids herself of her lower coverings, too. Standing there, completely bare, my Bea is a Goddess before me.
“Take it off,” she says, her eyes darting quickly down to my loincloth.
My fingers fumble eagerly to do as I am asked. Why is my cloth secured so well -and with so many leather cords?!Did I fasten all of these?What was I thinking?!
“Here,” Bea laughs, softly, her smaller, more nimble hands push mine away. “Let me before you decide to start slicing again.”
When she wraps her fingers around my shaft and pulls me out from my coverings, I cannot help the groan that releases from my throat. That very same groan dies in a gasp when my Bea ducks her head to take my cock in her warm, welcoming little mouth and sucks.
I am babbling nonsense words, I am sure, but all of them are in adoration for my female. I am sure that she could ask anything of me in this moment and I would grant it, and when her gentle hand cups my sack, I almost spill my seed right then on her tongue.
“Bea,” I moan her name hoarsely. But she removes her mouth from my shaft with a delicate swirl of that very tongue to my sensitive cockhead, making my stomach and sack tense with pleasure.
Swinging a leg over my hips, Bea settles on the tops of my thighs. She eyes my swollen cock before taking it in her delicate little human hands again, gifting me with slow, deliberate,painfully wonderfulstrokes up and down my shaft. I shudder from the sensation of pleasure. Then, my Bea does something I do not think I have ever seen her do - she spits… on me… directly on my cock, using her saliva to smooth her stroking, just like I had when we had done this before.
I do not know why, but Bea doing this to me makes me groan deeply. I wish for her to spit on me again.
When she shifts her position - rising on her knees and moving forward, it takes me a moment or two to realize she is lining up my cockhead with her cunt. At first, she is rubbing herself on me, using my cock for her pleasure - something I wish for her to do whenever she pleases. But then, she notches the tip of my eager length at her entrance and bears down on me.
Both of our breaths hitch as one when my cockhead breaches her. And it is the same welcoming sensation as when we had done this before. Just the tip, slow and gentle - careful.
“Have you been eating your contraceptive leaves?” she asks.
I nod my head like my life depends on answering that question. “Yes. Yes, I have been eating many. The bitter taste is a constant friend of mine now.”
She smiles at this, but her lips soon part and her brow furrows in concentration. It is then that I fully realize what it is she means to do as she slowly, carefully,gentlybobs up and down on my cock. Each time, her sacred cunt stretches to take more of my length, bit by bit. I do not think I breathe again until she stills, half my length buried snugly in her welcoming warmth.
“Don’t move,” she whispers, holding herself still as she takes deliberate breaths.
I hold my frame as still as I am able, my jaw tense from the strain. Somewhere deep in my mind is a voice growling for me to buck my hips up into her, or roll us so she is beneath me again. But I will not do this. My Bea has asked me to be still. She isin control this day - and for all my days. If she wishes to mount me so that she guides our mating, she may do so any day she pleases.
I will have to become better skilled at holding still, though, I think to myself, as my tail coils tighter around her ankle, my wings beg to flex and sweat dots my brow from my concentration.
I blow out a curse when she starts to move on me again, edging lower and lower, bit by bit. Until finally, her body is flush with mine, my cock completely at home in her sweet little cunt.
I huff from my nose - a relief. But when I notice my Bea is trembling on top of me, I am full of concern.
