“I didn’t even know about it,” I answered.
“What is it you want?” He asked with a smooth voice.
“You,” I answered again, brushing my hip against his side, touching his tail through my clothes. He hummed but said nothing in response.
“It’s in the shisha, my pheromones. Would you like to try it, Alice?” Now I understood why the scent called to me. It was a pull meant to drag in a partner. I nodded, looking him in the eyes so he’d have no doubt. I wanted everything he offered. Everything, I thought, looking back at his tail, wishing he’d show that part of himself off more.
Confident, flirty eyes looked at me as he pulled the hose to his mouth. It dimpled his bottom lip as he set the tip in his mouth. We were so close. I saw his chest expand as he pulled in a measured breath of smoke. He kept going as deep as he could go before finally pulling it away. His hand quickly moved to the back of my neck, his fingers brushing through my hair. Gently he pulled my mouth towards his.
I gasped a little, my mouth coming open. Our lips weren’t even an inch apart as smoke billowed from his mouth to mine.
The smell and taste of yuzu coated my senses and for a moment I felt dizzy as I inhaled it deeply, leaning forward. Boldly, I slid my hand across his side, to the part of him that wasn’t human at all. I felt the texture of velvet and my fingers trembled. His eyebrows curved a little in curiosity but we couldn’t talk as he expelled his pheromones into my body, making my desire ratch up to soaring heights.
Then the smoke was gone and he pulled me the tiniest bit forward. Our lips met. It felt like I was sinking into pillows. I’d never kissed a man with such sensual lips. A moan came unbidden from me and my tongue darted out greedily, wanting more. He parted his mouth for me and then our tongues slid together in a dance.
I felt dazed, my hand still caressing the velvet texture of his tail, my breasts now pressing into his bare chest. I could feel the piercings in his nipples against me. He kissed marvellously—a practised way that spoke of many kisses before. It made me all the more enamoured and in awe of him. Of his skill, of his beauty, of his tail.
He pulled back and I whimpered in complaint. He chuckled, looking over my face in satisfaction.
“That hit you hard,” he said. He thought it was all his pheromones making me this way. I brushed the back of my hand against that divine velvet texture of his sapphire skin and his eyes darted to where I touched him.
“You like that?” He asked. For the first time, I wondered if he had been purposely keeping his tail slightly hidden. If he lacked confidence about. Did people not like it? It was beautiful.
“I do,” I said but words weren’t enough. I wanted to show him how much I loved that part of him. Before I got a chance he pressed me onto the bed. My back flopped on lush fabric and a mattress crowned with down. The softest thing I’d ever been on. My body felt hot and weighted down as I sunk in.
I’d fallen next to his tail. It moved. I watched him undulate, appendages and body rippling as it went. A moan crawled up my throat. I wanted those on me. Wanted to feel his legs on my skin, gripping every part of me, holding me to him as he pressed between my legs.
Caterpillar’s upper arms settled into the bed by my head and he leaned down, his body touching mine. My skin ignited where we touched. The pheromones really were affecting me I realised, making me more sensitive, making me so needy I shivered beneath him. My fingers pushed past the draped fabric he wore to touch the muscles of his abdomen.
“That’s it, Alice. Touch all you like,” he said in encouragement, looking down on me lucidly as I writhed beneath him, trapped under his body as I sunk deeper and deeper into the bed.
“Please,” I begged for nothing in particular, just more. He shifted and I felt his erection pressing against my thigh, slick with his liquid. He’d pushed up my skirt so that our flesh would touch. Suddenly I was stifling, drowning in fabric.
“Let’s get this off and see all of you, Alice. I’m intrigued now and I’m rarely intrigued. There’s something about you though. Something special gleaming in those blue eyes.” Then his lower hands were on me, opening up my clothes and pulling them off slowly. He took his time, his fingers sliding up my legs, on my belly, across my collarbone until I was naked beneath him.
He hovered over me, smiling as he looked down, taking me in. I was embarrassingly pale. I almost seemed to glow in the bioluminescent light. He hummed, not saying anything. Long fingers came up, slowly brushing up from my hip, sliding across my ribs, teasing the skin on the side of my neck. He left burning trails in the wake of his touches that made my back bow. He buried his fingers in my hair, gently tugging out what was left of the hairstyle until all my locks were spread across his sheets.
“Beautiful girl,” he murmured to himself. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said louder. I hadn’t realised this was all still a test. That I’d still been on shaky ground until I was bared in my entirety before him.
“What do you want, Alice?” He asked again. His voice was hazy, swirling with the smoke that had yet to escape the room.
“Every part of you, Shaheen,” I murmured, my voice thick. My hands trailed down his abs until I reached the velvet texture of his caterpillar tail. The head of his cock knocked against my hand and I inhaled. Our eyes locked.
“Truly?” He asked, his eyes narrowing as if he didn’t believe me. To that, I scooted down the bed underneath him until his sapphire cock was in front of my face. My mouth trailed across his body as I went, dragging my lips over the skin I'd paid to touch. I pressed beneath the weight of his tail. His blue velvet skin pressed on every part of me, no clothing keeping us apart.
I groaned, seeking his cock with my mouth, sucking the bud-like head into my mouth and savouring it as I spread my legs and felt his velvety tail on my cunt. His lower half moved in a wave against me, rubbing against my core. I whimpered, unable to control the overwhelming feeling of finally having what I wanted—of finally experiencing the exact thing I’d chased all my adult life.
He groaned deeply as I took him further in my mouth, sucking on him as he slid to the tight opening of my throat. His body writhed between my legs and then I felt them—his many appendages. They were soft velvet strength that brushed my ankles and calves, then my thighs and hips.
I gagged around him, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of him all. I thought I was going to explode in ecstasy as I felt all his legs against me, brushing in a tease. He pulled back when I gagged and I felt his limbs retreat. His two lower arms pulled me up so we were face to face again.
He looked angry, as if I’d done something to betray him. He must have thought me a liar, I realised. He must have thought his legs were too much. It only took him a moment to see his mistake. My blissed-out face, my hot cheeks, the way I panted, my hard nipples strained towards him—he saw it all.
“Oh,” he said in surprise, and then his mouth was on mine. This time his kiss felt less practised, more passion-fueled. His tongue pressed in my mouth greedily. Two of his arms stayed pressed to the bed, holding him up. His other hands roamed. They touched me all over, caresses that grew into more. Brushes that became tight grips. He flicked my nipples and touched my neck. Fingers trailed between my breasts and held my hip tight enough to leave marks. Then one hand was between my legs, long fingers brushing through my folds.
He knew exactly what to do, how to tease and then offer pleasure. Caterpillar’s fingers slid between my lips and then they brushed against my clit, making me buck against his hand and moan into his mouth. I was so sensitive, too sensitive. I felt his legs come back, all those legs, brushing my sides from feet to hip. His fingers gently glided across my clit. Once, twice, three times.
I couldn’t hold it in. It was because it was him. It was his legs, his arms, his black eyes, his horn-like antennae. It was his pheromones in my bloodstream. I cried out, breaking our kiss. He watched me, looking enraptured by my face, by the way my body writhed, and the flush that crept up my belly and into my chest.
