I press my fingers against her, not sure what to expect. While I have seen animals mating, she is not from this planet, and there are differences between Honey and animals, even those that do not lay eggs.
She spread her knees, and my fingers slide between slick, soft folds. Slick. Her arousal is already on my fingers. Soaking into my skin and changing who I am.
I hold my breath, expecting to sense the change or something.
“Are you okay?” She whispers.
“Yes.” I don’t feel any different from how I did a few heartbeats ago, which is almost disappointing.
“I kind of lied about the lessons. I want you to fuck me with two fingers.”
I frown and take a moment to figure out what she means, and where she means. Then I slide two fingers into her core.
She makes a little noise, and I pause.
“Keep going. That was a good noise.”
I move slowly, my fingers learning the feel of her mating channel, and the different textures. She keeps her hand close, one finger moving ever so slightly.
Her lips are parted, and she’s watching. Am I doing it wrong?
I turn my hand, wanting to go deeper.
“Second lesson, just keep doing what you’re doing without changing anything.”
“Why?”
“Because I only have one pleasure bump, and it doesn’t like change.”
I nod and adjust my hand to how it was.
She tips her head back. “Okay. Technically we are now mates, but I want to finish, and I’m pretty sure you do as well.” She runs her fingers over my pleasure bumps in a way that makes my meq throb. “And since neither of us are taking our clothes off to finish, I recommend…” she pauses for a moment as if rethinking what she was saying. “I’m going to turn around, and be on my hands and knees so you can…er…mount me?”
I smile. “I am familiar with the position.” That was taught to us, as they assumed we would only ever find pleasure with the other banished warriors. Though even then, it was rarely used.
I’m barely finished talking, and she has already turned around, offering herself to me. The cleft of her ass cheeks draws my attention to the dark pink folds that were hidden by her dark curls. My meq juts toward her as if knowing exactly what to do.
I slide my fingers over the soft folds and dip into her core once again. That’s all I need to do. Yet there is so much more that I am missing, and that I want to learn.
“As much as I appreciate the foreplay…”
“There isn’t time,” I finish for her. I also want to spend more time exploring her body.
What if we never have time, and this is it? I guess if this is it, then it is still better than nothing? But I’m not sure I believe that. If this is the first and last time, it should be something special, not a rushed fuck like two banished warriors expecting to be caught at any moment. However, that is exactly what we are. And if there is time later for more, we will explore, which means this doesn’t matter either.
There is a need thrumming in my blood that will be painful to resist. I need to claim her as my mate. Perhaps it is the first sign that we are already bound.
I slide my fingers out, needing to taste her slickness. If I were not already bound to her, the first taste will form the mating bond. I lick the tips of my fingers, not sure what to expect, and find it pleasant. Neither sweet nor sour. I want to dip my tongue into her and taste her more thoroughly the way she promised.
Instead, I stick to what we agreed on. I move closer and the head of my meq presses against her opening, then I rock my hips and sink into her tight, slick heat. I watch as she stretches around my meq. When I am halfway in, she makes those little noises again, and I realize that her fingers are on her pressure bump.
She told me to keep doing the same thing.
So I obey. I don’t go any deeper or faster. I don’t even change the angle of my hips. But I want to sink fully into her. And every time her mating channel flutters around my shaft, my balls tighten. I need to spill.
I distract myself by paying attention with every sense to our surrounds, even though I have been sweeping the area. We are alone, and there is no one near us.
Her hips move faster.
