My lip trembled at that one, and I was beginning to suspect he was telling me that this would be the last time I saw him, and not a hope we should say our names together again. That he would go down to Krelis and not return.
"And the third," I prompted.
"This one we save for only our mates to remind them that they hold our first and our last with them always. Treasure," he nuzzled into my hair, and then tilted my chin up to meet his gaze, "on your lips I share with you the fate of our stars."
My loh ached, and my shoulder blades tingled as I stared up at him in awe. I didn't know much about his species yet, but if his fate was on my lips, and my fate was on his, then I didn't want our lips to part. I leaned in and closed the distance to kiss him. He flinched, and I wasn't sure if I had done something wrong, so I stopped in confusion.
Yueril's lips were pressed together tightly, and he too appeared as confused as I was.
I blinked.
"I'm sorry, I thought..."
Genbi spoke up then, and I remembered we weren't alone. "The trill don't normally use their mouth for anything but eating, being as they're full of sharp teeth. You're probably the first being to ever attempt to get that close and not fear being poisoned."
Oh, I thought with a blush. Before Yueril could react, I wrapped my arm around his neck and ran my fingers up his scales along his head. Already I could feel the oils along my skin relaxing me and making my flesh tingly and sensitive. I smiled wryly and watched as the uncertainty in his eyes shifted into something more instinctual.
I was bared to him, fresh from the medpod. It wasn't something I used to be self-conscious of when on Estreldez. Many of our clothes were breathable and hardly more than gauze to allow the moon's rays to touch our loh. Not much was left to the imagination as to our bodies being exposed, but on Delta-Fal... while hiding my identity and what I was meant for, I hadn't felt the stare of another since he'd washed me at the den. My cheeks flushed at the memory of his tail being worked inside my mating loh. Heat pooled between my legs, and I clenched my thighs, wiggling slightly for the friction.
I didn't care if I was making Genbi uncomfortable. On Estreldez, the clan didn't shy from listening to their bodies and I'd seen other couples pleasure themselves, among others doing the same at the dipping pool near the mountain. Back then, I was the one hiding and feeling shame for doing so. The shame I realized wasn't from what I was doing while I watched. It was from the hiding, because I didn't feel the slightest shame for the way I shivered at the way his robe rubbed against my nipples, or for being exposed to more than one male.
Though I'd hardly call being held by Yueril being exposed with all the layers of robes that covered us with his arms around me.
I had no fear that Yueril would harm me, only that he wouldn't do anything at all.
With deliberate slowness, I leaned in again. I stopped, but a sliver away from our lips touching. "Your fate is on my lips; I'd like to give you mine on yours."
A trigger snapped within him, heavy air chuffing from his nose with his restraint, before I gently pressed my lips to his. His shoulders lifted with tension, unsure of what he should do with a strange creature like me that played with a predator. Claws lifted up my back and into my hair as he pressed his own lips to mine more firmly.
His tail wrapped around my thigh and lifted as he hissed and my back slammed into the wall, with his arm taking the brunt of the force of his increased ferocity. The tip of his length curled and slipped between my legs, making my hips rock to warm my mating seam. But I found that it was already wet and ready to stimulate the bundle of nerves within. The oils on his tail's scales heightened the feel of him against me, and I moaned into his mouth. Yet, he made no move to remove his cloak between us.
I tugged at the layers of fabric and lifted and clawed at them. I didn't have sharp nails like he did, but my point was made that I needed more of him. A whimper escaped when I realized he would not give me that minor concession, and I didn't know why.
My eyes closed as I sucked in a sharp intake of air at the thickness of his tail dipping into me. I panted and moaned, using my arms on his shoulders as leverage to move my hips to take more of him.
His tail grew thicker as it sunk deeper, no longer tapered, and I realized that was as far as my body would yield to his tail, yet it hardly seemed deep enough as I clamped around him and squeezed. A shiver of pleasure rippled up my back and made my arms tremble. Heat grew within my loh, and I heard a rough scratching of what sounded like rock against rock behind us, but we were against a wall...
My eyes opened, and I saw Yueril's eyes darting around and then back to stare at me with this look of pure stunned awe. "Blasphemous are my eyes for I have seen a treasure greater than the goddess and I have no care to worship any other."
Embarrassed, I leaned my head back against the wall, only to see from my periphery that my loh had come out beyond their sedentary state. I was glowing all over, and my back loh were sprouted to shards, like lethal daggers spread out like a dangerous flower that framed behind me.
Before I could say anything about it, and what that meant, his lips were on me again, capturing my breath. Back loh were connected with a female's mating. I may have been resentful of my mother, but she had taught me that much. She said, I would know, and my back loh would tingle as my eggs dropped for the right male.
My lips quivered as I kissed him, and I smiled as I pressed our lips together with more passion. Different species or not, he was the right male. I pulled and gathered the back of his robe until I could lift the ends of it over his head from behind.
"I'm okay to simply enjoy your pleasure," Yueril insisted before I could tug the fabric over his head.
"Don't be selfish," I said before nipping at his lip. I had blunted teeth for grinding rocks, but his lip beaded with blood. We both paused, and he grinned.
"I didn't know your species had those," he lifted a claw to tap one of my teeth. I stubbornly yanked the robe over his head for the mass of fabric to gather under his chin and lifted my fingers to my mouth. I flinched as a fang pricked my finger.
"Neither did I..."
"I'm glad," he finally said.
"Why?" I wondered, and he eased away to remove the cumbersome robe between us, and I sucked in my own lip at the sight, accidentally nicking myself, a small dribble of blood tracing down my chin.
"It is customary for mates to mark each other, and there would be no way that your teeth would have been able to before."
