She gave an experimental squeeze, stroking the hard, smooth bone that jutted from his crown.Devix groaned, his eyes squeezing shut briefly.The horns were worshipped in Luxirian culture, an indicator of virility and strength and potency.It was why Luxirians guarded them so fiercely, why injury to them was an injury to a male’s social status.Only trusted Breeding partners and mates could touch them.
It certainly didn’t hurt that touching them in the height of sexual pleasure felt like a stroke of the cock, only slightly less intense.
“Tev,” he rasped.“More, female.”
Hisvarxdrew up tightly underneath his cock, which was pulsing and harder than he ever remembered it before.Every stroke of her hand over his horns made more pre-cum push from the tip, wetting the front of his leg coverings.His hips rose from the sleeping platform, fucking the air with a clawing desperation, as he tongued his mate.
Cara writhed over his mouth, her lush breasts bobbing, as more of her arousal wet his lips.
“I-I’m cumming,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping his horns so tightly as if she never wanted to let them go.
“Look at me,” he growled, his breath coasting gently over her exposed sex, before he continued, lapping at her with more ferocity, concentrating on her clit.
Cara’s head lolled forward and her eyes slid open halfway to look at him.Devix purred and her choked gasp met him as it vibrated over her sensitive flesh.
“Devix,” she whispered.
And then she was ‘cumming.’
Devix never stopped, needing to drive his mate higher and higher in her pleasure, feeling it feed his own.Her breathy moans and little cries were the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.
He wanted to spend the rest of his life span hearing them.
Fates, had he ever thought he could truly give her up?
Cara slumped forward after he wrung every last drop from her.Devix was tempted to make her orgasm again, but she let out a shuddering groan of protest when he lapped at her gently.
Instead, he slowly disentangled her hands from his horns, gritting his teeth as the pleasure zapped down his core, and tucked her naked body into his side.
His female caught her breath, sighing against his flesh.
“That’s what I call a good morning,” she murmured up at him, her voice hoarse and rough from her screams and sleep.
“Good morning?” he asked.
“It’s something people say as a greeting to one another.Do Luxirians say something like that?”
Devix thought about it and said, “Tervax rixa.”
“What’s that mean?”
“In your language,” he began, “it roughly translates to ‘battle well.’”
Cara smiled, a small laugh escaping her and Devix found his lips quirking at the sound.
“Not quite the same thing, but I’m not surprised,” she murmured, leaning up on her elbow, her breasts pushing more fully into his side.“Good morning,” she whispered, hovering just above his lips, before she gave him a kiss.
Devix purred in delight and met her kiss with enthusiasm.But he growled and pulled away when her hand began to stray down, seeking his hardened cock.
“I want to,” she said quietly, flicking her tongue out to wet her lips.
He was already shaking his head, “I still fear—”
“That you’ll lose control,” she finished for him with a wave of her hand.“I’ll be careful.No sex, but I just want to make you feel good too.”
Cara distracted him with a small kiss that she slowly deepened, all while her fingers slowly worked at the laces tying his leg coverings.
“Demanding female,” he hissed in pleasure when her hand rubbed against him.
