Perfect male.
Even the beautiful moon couldn’t capture her rapt gaze so completely.
Kirov looked down at her, his nostrils flaring, and she knew he scented her arousal. Her face was level with his crotch and she saw his cock twitch in the tight confines of his pants. She bit back a grin.
Kirov made a rough sound, but averted his gaze to the crowd. He raised a hand and immediately, the sounds quieted down, the musicians stopped playing, tapering their music off, until all Lainey could hear was the crackling of the fire pits that were sporadically placed throughout the gathering and the soft lapping of the lake behind her.
Kirov spoke then, his deep, dark voice rising from him. Luxirian tumbled from his tongue, guttural yet beautiful, as he addressed his people, his outpost. She didn’t know what he said, but midway through, she heardluxiva, heard the crowd in front of them make exclamations of surprise, a few cheers going up among them, and Lainey’s breath hitched.
Her male’s hand came to the back of her neck and she relaxed at his touch. He continued to speak and Lainey thought she could listen to him speak all day.
When he finished, the cheers were deafening and Lainey looked to the crowd, seeing hundreds of faces peering at the both of them, in the light. Briefly, she caught the eyes of a female, who was looking at her with veiled curiosity, tilting her head to the side. When Lainey smiled, the female looked away and melted back into the crowd, lost.
The musicians started up again and Lainey looked back towards them just as Kirov sat down next to her. Immediately, a male approached them with a giant platter of meat and Kirov selected pieces from it, piling it onto her own plate before his own. Another male approached with more food, and then another, and then another, until Lainey’s plate was overflowing.
“I won’t fit into this dress by the end of the night,” she warned Kirov, smiling at the female who held out a platter of something that looked like mashed potatoes, as he put more food on.
When the female left and when Kirov waved away another male who approached with another platter, he turned to her and growled softly, “You will not need to wear it at the end of the night, female.”
Lainey bit her lip, but Kirov selected a tender piece of marinated meat from her plate and held it up for her to bite.
Aware that many eyes were still watching, Lainey parted her lips and Kirov fed her, leaning forward to lick a smear of it from the corner of her mouth. Blushing, she pulled back, hearing a loud laugh from somewhere in the middle of the gathering.
“You are shy about this too?” Kirov asked, his tone teasing.
“People are watching,” she said, her back straightening.
Kirov laughed. “Luxirians enjoy three things,luxiva. Food, touch, and fucking. When there were more females among us, it was not uncommon for these gatherings to turn…carnal.”
Lainey’s breath hitched in surprise. “Like orgies?”
“Nix,” Kirov said, brows furrowing. “Luxirians do not share their mates. Luxirians are open about sex. It is not a shameful thing, but only pleasure partners would partake openly. Breeding partners and fated mates never did.”
“Why not?”
“Because Luxirians can also be jealous beings,” Kirov said, leaning into her to nip at her ear. She shivered when he growled, “I would not want other males’ eyes on you as I gave you pleasure. I would not want them to hear your cries. Just the thought makes mefurious.Nix, that is only forme.”
Lainey…liked that. Her pussy quivered just thinking about how intense he’d be if he got jealous and she feared she wouldn’t be able to make it through the whole celebration without soaking through the back of her dress.
Thankfully, Kirov backed off, as if sensing her panic, and continued to feed her silently, watching her as she chewed. Every now and then, his eyes would stray to the feasting crowd, ensuring the celebration was operating smoothly. Many Luxirians were seated now, eating and talking and joking amongst each other. Lainey watched them too, her eyes shifting from one table to the other, studying them, watching the way they socialized, how they touched, how they interacted.
It was lively, the atmosphere cheerful. Slowly, Lainey grew more and more comfortable, especially when she caught fewer and fewer eyes on her as the feast continued.
“You always have a table to yourself?” Lainey asked quietly.
Kirov’s hand came to her thigh underneath the table. “Nix. But I did not wish to overwhelm you tonight.”
Lainey was touched by his thoughtfulness.
“This way, you may observe and listen,” he continued, his eyes catching hers. “Though I confess, I wished to have you to myself this night.”
Lainey grinned, which faltered slightly when his hand moved up her thigh slightly. No one would be able to see. Each table was draped in a white, shimmering cloth. Still, she caught his hand, squeezing, and Kirov chortled, returning his attention to their food.
More food was brought out, though soon, Lainey couldn’t eat another bite. And once the platters began to disappear, the servers returned with jugs. Jugs of alcohol, Lainey assumed, as she watched Luxirians drain their silver goblets, as others around them cheered.
“Luxirian Brew,” Kirov told her when he saw her eyeing her own goblet. It was filled to the rim with a dark-colored liquid, the color of black coffee.
Beer, she decided, lifting the goblet to her lips after taking a sniff. Kirov watched her, something glinting in his eyes, snagging his own goblet and taking a deep drink.
