I waited a moment in case she had said something else that could be misconstrued, but it appeared she really wanted me to allow her to have the requested information.
“Very well. For many hundreds of years, our planet was ruled by a council of elders. They dictated our way of life, essentially. Every aspect. We could not even mate without permission. Before the uprising that saw my father gain control of our government, I was … a stallion? I am not sure that is the correct word.”
Timber frowned. “A stud?”
“Yes! That is how I was able to mate with so many females. The elders wished me to father many children. My genetic material was highly sought-after. I was not allowed to bond with the Xalanite women, though. That would have prevented me from making more.” I frowned at the horrified expression on Timber’s face. “Do not be angry with me, I beg of you. I did not love those women, and had I known you then, I would never have agreed. I would have stopped the elders myself if they did not allow me to bond with you, to mate with you only.”
She shook her head. “Sorry. That’s not why I reacted that way. I just … I can’t imagine anyone, even a group of people, having that kind of extreme control over an entire planet. How did it go on so long without being challenged?”
“Perhaps I was not clear. They were challenged often. My father was simply the first to succeed.”
“Oh.”
“He was successful because he allowed the Xalanite people to make their own decisions. By providing more freedoms, he gained greater control over the Xalanites.”
I sat next to Timber, and she rested her head on my shoulder. “Interesting dichotomy. He gained control by giving up control.”
“Yes. It is, as you humans say, ironic.” I drew her into my lap and wrapped her in my arms. The warmth and closeness gave me ideas, but I tried to remind my eagern’rilthat Timber had a job to do, and this information I gave her was important. Certainly too important to be interrupted by initiation of sex.“The response to my father’s rule has been a divided one. Many are grateful for the newfound privileges afforded by his rule, but some wish for the prior state of affairs to return. They thrived under the elders’ decrees, so they do not like that things have changed.”
“So, theoretically, your father has rocked the boat enough that there are those who disagree with him and think it justifies murder and assassination. Thank you, N’kal. This information actually helps a lot. Now I have a better understanding of the possible motivations behind the attempt on your life.”
Did that mean we were finished with the discussion? “You are welcome.”
Her hand slid between us to cup then’rilthat slowly rose in my pants. “I think we’ve earned a study break,” she said, kissing me before I could ask why we would damage property for our studies. Her body leaned into mine, pressing me backwards until I sunk into the mattress, her weight on top of me a pleasant sensation. I purred and activated my body’s mating frenzy. As Timber moved to straddle my lap, I rushed to remove the bothersome clothing that separated us. I wanted her soft human skin touching me. Something about the exotic smoothness, the delicate lack of texture, aroused me even more than the scaled skin of my own species.
Was this what the humans meant by a fetish?
As Timber rocked her hips into mine, I strove to please her as much as possible before we mated. I had learned through the human mating programs that were an entertainment staple on my planet that something called “foreplay” was highly sought-after by human women. They seemed to enjoy it almost as much as the sexual act itself, and I did not wish to disappoint Timber by skipping a vital step.
My hands slid over her bare skin, focusing on the areas she most responded to. Every moan, every sigh, every gasp was asignal that she enjoyed what I was doing, and I soaked up her sounds, making sure to note what gave her the most pleasure.
Though Xalanite mammary glands were purely functional, human women—or at least Timber—seemed to exhibit a pleasure response to any attention paid to the luscious mounds. When I stroked, licked, and sucked on her breasts, she gripped my head and held me to her, leaning into my touch. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks, which I happily tended to.
In addition to the sounds of her arousal, Timber’s scent changed as we began the mating process. I inhaled her sweet aroma deeply and groaned as she gripped myn’riland began to rub its length. She demonstrated an equal desire for pre-sex pleasing, her actions slow and sensual. There was no rush, no frantic scramble to copulate. I began to see the appeal in this foreplay and strove to memorize every detail for future reference. I needed to know everything that Timber enjoyed. I had to please her. Anything else was secondary.
When my roaming hand found her wet entrance, Timber shuddered and clenched around my thrusting fingers. She ground against my hand, moaning as I pushed my fingers even deeper into her. With my thumb, I stroked herkash. This added stimulation caused a cascade effect that led to a melody of increasingly higher-pitched squeals and sighs from my mate. She came in a flood, coating my hand. I stopped sucking her breast long enough to lick my fingers clean.
“Oh, God, that’s hot,” she moaned as she watched me.
“You enjoy seeing me taste you?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Timber responded first with a deep kiss. Her tongue slid across my own, and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Fuck yeah. Seeing you lick me off those gorgeous scales is such a turn-on.”
“It is more foreplay for you, then? Excellent.”
She giggled as she repositioned herself, turning around so that herkashhovered in front of my face while her mouth teasedmy lowern’rilwith soft, scattered kisses. “Is there a Xalanite word for foreplay? Do you guys have that on your planet?” Her breath warmed my scaled cock, which twitched in anticipation of more oral pleasure from Timber.
“Sadly, no. Xalanite women do not bother with trying to enhance our pleasure, nor their own. They generally mate for procreational purposes.” I paused to grab her hips and pull her closer. “However, I do not wish to discuss the Xalanite women of my past at the moment. I would rather devour the Earth woman presently in front of me.” I wasted no more words, opting instead to prove my point with my actions. Timber cried out, her strong thighs clamping down on my head.
She recovered with astonishing speed, and soon I fought to concentrate on my actions as she took the entirety of my uppern’rilinto her mouth. Never had a Xalanite woman paid so much attention to the sensitive digit, but despite being a completely different species, Timber seemed to instinctively understand that it needed just as much stimulation as the lower. Her mouth tasted divine. I sent a silent thank-you to the Xalanite gods for her existence in my life as she provided gentle, sensual suction.
I roared with my arrival, and my cock shot hot cum into Timber’s face. She sputtered and wiped it off with a laugh, then licked her fingers. She pulled away from my mouth before I was done, and I frowned in disappointment.
“Was I not doing well?” I asked.
“A little too well,” she said, panting. “I think I’m done with foreplay. I’m ready for the main event.”
She crawled up my body, kissing and nibbling on my skin as she ascended, until she had positioned herself over my throbbing cock. I drew her to me and gave her a deep kiss as my hips rose to meet her. Her moans as I slid inside excited me even more, and the warm, tight grip of her pussy welcomed me home. The taste of her cum on my uppern’rilas it licked herkashdelighted me. Tasting myself on her lips with my tongue was even more delightful. I liked it, liked the salty contrast to her sweetness. I held her to me and pushed into her with slow, even movements.
