Kur’tok’s tongue was hot and wet. My skin tingled where it touched me, sending tiny jolts of electricity sparking over my naked body. The way he licked me was domineering and confident, but also careful and thorough. By the time he was done with me, I was clean—and hard.
My throat constricted. “Um... thanks.”
Kur’tok grunted, which I’d come to expect by now. “What other problems do you have?” he demanded.
It was kind of cute how he aggressively offered to tend to my needs.
“I’m tired,” I admitted. “I’ve been walking for hours, and my feet hurt.”
“Then sleep,” Kur’tok ordered, as if I’d pass out on command.
I hesitated. While I would’ve loved to sleep, my recurring boner was an obstacle. I knew from experience I couldn’t drift off while hormones raged in my blood.
“I might have to... take care of myself first,” I admitted.
“I am already taking care of you,” Kur’tok snapped.
Right. I forgot that I had to go easy on the euphemisms with Maeleons.
I cleared my throat. “Let me rephrase that. I’m... aroused and I need to come before I can sleep.”
A glassy sheen flickered across Kur’tok’s eyes. He dropped his gaze between my legs, regarding my erection with undisguised interest.
“Hmph,” he said. “Then come.”
Hearing him order me around turned me on harder. I swallowed, feeling my heart beating rapidly in my throat. “Unfortunately, I’m not one of those people who can do that on command.”
Kur’tok leaned in. His voice dropped to a low, husky growl that turned me weak. “You will do it whenIcommand.”
The order sent a sizzling pulse across my skin. I felt dizzy with pleasure. I couldn’t think except to crave release—and I wanted it by Kur’tok’s hand.
“Can I... touch myself?” I asked, then mustered the courage to ask for what I really wanted: “Or you could touch me instead.”
Kur’tok huffed hot breath from his nostrils. His eyes flickered to my cock, then to my face again. I could tell he was dying from curiosity. I was a brand-new creature for him to play with, and I was completely bent to his whims.
“Fine,” he spat, like it was a chore, although his burning eyes and excited motions betrayed him.
I gasped as Kur’tok’s hand closed around my cock.
“Not so rough,” I said.
His grip eased to a comfortable hold. “You are too weak, prey-pet,” he muttered. “Every little thing hurts you.”
“Yeah, and your hand’s on the most sensitive part of my body. Be nice to it, okay?”
“Don’t tell me what to do, flesh-bag.”
He said it like he didn’t care, but his cautious, gentle hand job proved otherwise. He obviously took my warning to heart. I shuddered into his touch, rocking my hips forward to chase that sizzling sensation. My breath came out in shaky puffs.
Kur’tok suddenly stopped.
“Why are you wriggling like that?” he asked, somehow sounding both angry and concerned. “Even this hurts?”
“No, no,” I said, smiling. “It feels good.”
His scaly brows knitted together. “You writhe because it feels good?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
