“Tickles less now,” he said breathlessly. “It feels good, Zat’tor.”
Those words were a blessing. I wanted Levi to experience unrivalled pleasure, to unravel beneath my touch.
Angling my maw to avoid touching him with my fangs, I caressed the full length of his cock with my tongue. Levi threw his head back and moaned. His knees trembled and he seemed unsteady on his feet, so I wrapped my tentacles around his midsection to hold him upright.
Levi slowly lost himself to pleasure. My tongue was wrapped around his cock in a spiral, covering most of its surface. He bucked his hips, using my tongue as a device to pleasure himself with.
He tasted divine. The scent of salty sweat and musky human skin filled my nostrils, invigorating my arousal. My blood buzzed like a thousand insectoids were crawling beneath my hide. I sucked him harder, wanting to hear more of those delicious sounds and feel his body’s wanton twitching.
Then I felt something warm and soft on my face—Levi’s hands. They cupped my jawbone. His touch was gentle, as if he was worried he could hurt me. He was as adorable as ever.
“Fuck,” Levi breathed. He was losing himself fully to pleasure.
I tightened the grip of my tongue, milking his cock with it. Levi cried out. His hands clenched my cheeks as he bucked his hips forward, thrusting his small cock deeper into my maw.
“Zat’tor,” Levi whimpered, his voice hitching. “I’m gonna—”
His hips moved wildly, rocking back and forth with abandon as his throbbing cock swelled within the spiral of my tongue. Then suddenly, it stopped.
A second passed. Levi’s whole body tensed. He threw his head back and let out a guttural sound that echoed in the den. He made no effort to conceal his gratification. His voice was raw and intense, completely undone by my efforts. This pleased me.
A gush of Levi’s pollen spurted on the back of my tongue. He bucked and empty himself until his knees trembled with fatigue. Finally, he gasped and lost his balance, but I was there for him. My tentacles wrapped around his chest and hips, keeping him steady as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Oh my god,” Levi said shakily. His tuft of blond fur clung to his forehead, and his eyes were unfocused and dazed. “Did you swallow it?”
I assumed he meant his pollen. I parted my maw and unfurled my tongue. His little pool of pollen was still there, held in the concave shape of my tongue.
The sight of it made Levi sway on his feet. I held onto him tightly.
“F-fuck, Zat’tor,” he murmured. “That’s hot.” He bit his lip and paused like he wanted to say something else. “You should, um... swallow it. If you want.”
Nothing would come of it, but if it pleased him, I closed my mouth and swallowed his pollen. It had a distinct, interesting flavor. This would certainly not be my last time tasting it.
Levi shivered, then nodded. “Yup. No going back to human sex after this...”
Growling, I stood up to my full height. “You are mine, Levi. I won’t allow anyone—human, Maeleon, or otherwise—to mate with you. We are a communal species, but when I look at you, something comes over me. I refuse to share.”
Levi’s beautiful green eyes went wide as he blinked slowly. A smile broke out over his face and he laughed, stepping closer to me so our chests touched.
“That’s fine with me, Zat’tor. I don’t want to share you, either,” he said.
“I am yours alone,” I promised.
Levi’s smile brightened, lighting up his eyes. I could tell this mutual display of possessiveness made him happy. Perhaps his human sentiments were rubbing off on me. Normally I would’ve been opposed to such a thing, but with Levi, I didn’t care. He was mine.
“Um,” Levi said, suddenly glancing down. He sounded surprised. “This usually doesn’t happen...”
Unlike at the pool, where his spent cock turned flaccid, no such thing occurred now. It peeked towards the sky at its full length.
“Please explain,” I asked.
Licking his lips, Levi met my gaze. His cheeks were bright red. “I’m already hard again,” he admitted.
“Of course you are,” I said. “The fruits induce an effect that lasts all night.”
“What? All night?” Levi sputtered.
I stroked Levi’s damp head-fur. “Does this not please you?”
