She likes to look at me.
Even from the cage, I can smell her arousal. I want to taste it. But having seen Edilk’s reaction, and the way he went into rut, I am not sure that tasting Chloe would be a good thing. I do not fear the rut the way Hrad does, although fear may not be the right word. He just doesn’t want to experience it, because he doesn’t want to be bound to another.
I don’t know how I feel about the rut, or the way human women can cause it. I want a mate, but humans are dangerous and unpredictable, and I do not think taking a mate while I am in a cage is a wise move. It would place my life more firmly in her hands. And as much as I like her hands on me, I do not want her hands to control me.
I give my meq a stroke as she watches. Her lips part and her tongue flicks over her lower lip as though she wants to taste me. I want to feel her tongue on my skin.
She closes the distance in a few steps, but there is a hesitancy that was missing before. Is she regretting our deal?
I will tell her whatever she wants while she is touching me. I understand now why Edilk wanted to fuck Sabine. There is something in a human woman’s scent that is delicious.
Chloe drops to her knees in front of me.
I keep stroking myself, using my thumb to tease the pleasure bumps along the top so pre-cum leaks from the slit. “What do you want to find out about my tribe?”
“What happens to the women that are caught by the banished?”
I laugh. We all talk of catching a woman and returning home, because it’s the only way we can go home, but the truth is I can't remember when a banish warrior last returned to my tribe with a woman. “It rarely happens. Women are protected and they would fight.”
Her hand joins mine around the shaft of my meq. Her fingers don’t meet, and I wonder how it will fit in her mouth, or if it will fit in her mouth at all.
“Can they also make a charge?” Her tongue flicks out and dances over the head of my meq as if she is worried how I will taste.
“They can. And none would go with a banished warrior willingly." My toes curl against the floor as she licks the slit, and her fingers brush over the bumps. I let my hand fall away so she can explore without my interference. If she keeps tonguing the slit like that, she will not be exploring for very long.
“Not even for love?” Her breath grazes over my heated, sensitive skin.
“Why fall in love with the fourth son when there are three before him?" It is far easier to love a man without banishment hanging over his head, and fourth sons are sent away before they are old enough to start making arrangements. I am sure that some fourth sons have wanted a woman of the tribe. I did before my elder brother jolted some sense into me. Pursuing what could never be mine was never going to end well.
“And after him?" She traces each bump as if analyzing their shape and height and committing their position to memory.
I frown at her question. “There are no sons after.”
She draws back, tilts her head and stares up at me. I want her mouth back on me even though the need to spill has tightened my belly and balls.
“They do not survive," I add.
“And how many sisters do you have? How many children do the women of your tribe usually have?” Her fingers trace the ridge on the underside of my meq as she speaks.
“I have no sisters. It is common for there to be four or five children in a family. My family is unlucky having only sons. The luckiest families are the ones with two or three daughters."
She presses her lips together and nods, as if understanding the reasons behind why some are blessed, and others aren’t. Her science might know the answer. Will her science be able to tell me if she can bear my children?
I’m about to ask, but then her lips close around the head of my meq as she tries to take me into her mouth. She doesn’t take very much before it’s clear my meq is too thick or her jaw is too small. That doesn’t stop her tongue from moving, or her hand from stroking before she pulls away.
“And if you were to return home with me, what would happen?” She laps up a drop of pre-cum and strokes me from root to tip as if she wants to squeeze out more. Watching her lickthe head is more than enough for more to spill. My balls draw tight as they need to cum pulses through me.
I try to slow my breathing, but it doesn’t help. This isn’t like having my meq sucked by another warrior. I have never wanted to fuck one of them, unlike Vari and Orik, who quite enjoy each other’s body in that way.
“I’m about to?—"
Her tongue sweeps over the slit as her lips close around the head. I want to close my eyes and give in, but I don’t want to miss out on watching her swallow my cum. The thought is enough to tip me over the edge and I give in with a small groan, spilling onto her tongue.
She swallows, but some trickles out the corner of her mouth. When I’m done, she releases me and rocks back onto her heels. Then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “You didn’t answer my question.”
That’s because I forgot how to speak. “I do not know. You are not Honey, yet you are a woman. You would be expected to choose a warrior.”
“What if I had chosen you?”
