I stayed sitting on my heels, my mouth threatening to gape in awe as his fingers trailed suggestively down a slit below his hips. It opened up and an erection emerged from inside his body. It was the same sapphire colour of his tail with the head an even deeper shade. Layers of bumped ridges went from the base to the head. The tip looked like a rosebud with seams on the sides.
Caterpillar brushed his length with the back of his fingers, showing off. He had every right to show off. I’d never seen anything like him. I never would again, surely. Another one of his arms brought his drink back to his mouth. He took a small sip before tipping his head to the side, watching my speechless amazement.
“I’m waiting,” he finally said dryly. I sucked in a breath and scooted closer, lifting my blue skirt as I shuffled forward.
I took him in my mouth. I couldn’t wait another moment. I craved to have him brush past my lips and settle on my tongue. I wanted somewhere, anywhere, filled with a part of him. I’d settle for my mouth for now.
He hummed as my lips slid down his pointed head. My tongue teased the seams that ran down the edges of the tip. Liquid was seeping from him constantly. A lubricant for him to invade a body—my body. A tremor of delight raced over me.
I pulled my mouth off him a moment to study the seams of his cock head. There were three lines from the tip to the base of his head, giving the flower bud appearance even more weight. My thumb brushed up the texture and he took a deep, shuddering breath he attempted to muffle. I looked up to see his black eyes on me, his taunting expression was strained.
With my eyes on him, I lowered my mouth, lavishing his seams and wrapping my fingers around his base. His eyes closed, his head falling back as he gave a small groan that rattled every inch of my body.
My head descended, taking more of him in my mouth. My hand pushed under my skirt and between my legs. Over the cloth of my undergarments, I began to rub, needing to touch myself so badly I was shaking.
His head tilted forward and he watched me work with half-lidded eyes—watched my lips grip his ridged shaft, watched me squirm as I brushed my cunt for pleasure. I was pathetic in my need for him, giving his cock every ounce of skill I could. I abandoned teasing myself to boldly slide my fingers up his abs appreciatively.
He was a divine display of manhood from the hips up. Muscled with a rich tan and soft skin. My fingers found the golden ring pierced through his nipple. He gave a huffed laugh of amusement, entertained by my curiosity as I touched it. Then he hummed in approval when I began to tease it. His head fell back again as I kept bobbing on his cock.
I pressed him to the back of my mouth where he jutted against the tight opening of my throat. He seemed to enjoy that because he gave a strangled noise as his hips pushed closer, meeting my mouth.
Suddenly, one of his four arms reached down, gripping me. I shivered with his touch. He gently pulled me off the floor then he shifted upright and settled me on the bed beside him.
Caterpillar ignored me after that as he began to mess with his hookah, removing the ceramic brown bowl on top and cleaning out the burnt remains of his shisha tobacco. His cock remained unsheathed from his body, the tip continuously leaking fluid that slid down his impressive shaft.
I pressed my knees together and squirmed, frustrated that he stopped me. My hands threaded together nervously.
Shisha was tobacco leaves, coated in a flavoured syrup. He loosely packed it into his bowl with elaborately engraved sterling tongs. The deep blue syrup was so thick a drop fell onto his table as he moved it from its container to the bowl.
“Did I do something wrong?” I finally asked. I could still taste him in my mouth, earthy and pleasant. His eyes flicked to me before going back to his task at hand, a secretive smirk on his face. He prepared the hookah for another round, finally transferring the fresh glowing red coals to the top.
“This is a very special blend,” he said before taking a series of small pulls. The smoke slowly grew as the coal’s heat made it to his tobacco. A mild citrus scent came from the smoke he exhaled. Finally, he pulled in a complete inhale and blew it out in a thick cloud. The smell was suddenly everywhere.
“Lemon,” I said.
“Yuzu,” he corrected. “An East Asian citrus.” The smell was still inside my nose and my face felt hot. He set the hookah hose down and looked down at me, his sharp cheekbones in juxtaposition to his soft lips.
“Do you know anything about how my kind mates?” He asked. He was so close, my body nearly touching his lower half perched beside me. The rest of his tail trailed behind him but I didn’t want to get caught staring at it.
My eyes slid to his cock, still glossy from my attention. I felt dangerously damp between my legs and wanted to smell that yuzu scent again. Something was intriguing about it.
“Pay attention, Alice,” he reprimanded softly. I looked at his face and nodded.
“I don’t know anything really,” I admitted.
“I figured,” he said. “You see, I’m capable of creating a special pheromone that has an aphrodisiac quality.” My pinched expression gave my confusion away. He sighed and flicked a lock of my hair from my face.
“It will make you more excited, Alice.”
“I can’t imagine that’s possible,” I admitted without thought, my eyes straining to look back at his caterpillar half. He gave a startled laugh before he could control himself and I felt my eyes widen once I realised what I’d said.
“You aren’t as dull as I assumed,” he said. The backhanded compliment settled warm in my stomach, making me feel light. I tried to control the smile forcing itself on my face. The idea that he was actually enjoying me made me want to fly.
It didn’t matter this was our first true meeting, I’d been in love with the idea of him for years now. A seed that burst open the moment my eyes finally took him in. I was swimming in lustful infatuation and the bone-deep craving I had for him was staggering.
Caterpillar, Shaheen, grabbed the hookah hose and held it between us.
“Is this what you came for, Alice? My pheromones that can bring you to greater heights?” He asked, black eyes holding my gaze.
