I shook my head.
My tongue loosened its grip on my secrets, "So you aren't going to eat me?" I asked with a breathiness as my ass slid forward, my foot still in his grip as it gently pressed against his chest, and my lower knee opened, revealing myself to him. An estreld's mating loh only opened when we were ready to mate. It didn't confirm that we were compatible beyond pleasuring each other, but my mother was right about one thing. When the feeling comes, you don't want to let it go.
Would he touch me? He was kind and gentle, and I wanted him to, but I knew this might not be anything more than my body yearning for a bit of kindness after so long of being denied. Would he deny me this?
It seemed likely, just another loss in the mountain of trials.
The scales on his head flared and a mist covered us that made my skin heat as he trailed his tongue up the side of my foot.
His hands were still holding my leg, and I gasped as the sensitive loh at my center pulsed at the smallest of his touches on the side of my leg.
"Tell me what you need," he cooed with a forked tongue licking over his lip.
I needed to feel something, anything and everything that I've been denied for so long, even before I was taken from my home.
Mewling, I wiggled my hips against what I now realized was his tail as it parted my mating loh with careful precision. His eyes were black with what I hoped was a similar need building within him, as his tail grew slick, the more I rubbed against the ridges of his scales. The tip of him pressed in, making me gasp as the girth stretched me as he pushed deeper.
Gripping his tail with my hand, I stared at him as he watched, waiting to see what I would do. My core throbbed around him, and his movement stilled as I held him within me. Quick breaths rasped from my lips as I searched his expression for any signs that I affected him as much as he affected me. His scales fluttered along the ridges of his temple, down his head, matching my heaving chest as I gently squeezed his tail and slowly pulled him out to the tip and then thrust him back in with a moan.
He hissed as his eyes darkened with what I hoped was need, but he did not take control, allowing me to do what I wished with him. A smirk played on his lips as I moved him with deliberate strokes within me until my thighs clenched at the sensation of something fluttering within me. The scales along his tail and around my hand expanded, moving like many little touches, filling and stimulating. My hand had stopped working him within me, and his tail nudged within my grasp, begging me to finish what I started.
My loh jewels glowed, warming in agreement, and I ground my hips up in time with his tail as his fingers trailed along my leg in soothing caresses. His three large fingers reached my hold on his tail, covering my fingers as he helped me thrust in and out in a delicious rhythm.
"That's it. Take what you want," he encouraged. Like setting off the collapse of a star—his deep voice shattered my world as I clamped around his tail and screamed.
A glow erupted in the room from my loh, and I squeezed my fist around his tail so tight I thought I might sever it from the source. My lips throbbed as I ebbed from the flow of pleasure, and he eased his tail from my needy flesh. With a twisted grin, he flicked one last teasing touch to my sensitive mating loh, eliciting a mewl from my throat.
He brought his tail up to his mouth and ran his forked tongue along the length, tasting my pleasure before he groaned with restraint. "What have you done to me, Treasure?"
The reality of what I had just done made me flush with renewed heat. What must he think of me? I was too embarrassed to speak, but then he simply rubbed my legs, and I groaned at how lovely it felt. He took a cloth from beside us and dipped it in the basin of water with his tail, then began slowly washing me with tender strokes.
Salve was placed on my damaged loh at my feet, and as he adjusted his hold on me to have my head in his lap, he used his claws to remove the knots from my matted hair and brushed through the uneven strands as he cleaned.
He continued to stroke my head, and by the time he finished an ache built in my chest that tore me apart. My lower lip trembled, and moisture dripped down my cheeks as my heart clenched over and over at the tender care he applied to my broken soul.
Chapter six
Yueril
Ineversawtheappealof wetting my glands in any warm hole available across the galaxy, and I hadn't considered it a possibility while on a mission with my crew of the Galactic Authority of Trillume. That was something young spawns did before they realized the importance of restraint and the responsibility that came with being a predator species. Yet here I was with my cock glands straining against my scales, and my tail still itching to be squeezed by this treasure's delicious mating oasis.
Her taste was still on my tongue as I bathed her and treated her wounds. So warm. So inviting. Which, of course, she was. I cursed internally at my stupidity. Sulltid, fucking brain bleed; she was in pain. I rubbed my tincture oil all over her. She was relaxed, and all her pain receptors were blocked so I could help her, and instead, I fucked her with my tail.
Like that was any better than slipping my cock from my scales and wetting my glands with her pleasure. If Belder knew what I'd done, she'd probably challenge me to a duel to knock some common decency into my skull. This place may have been similar to the Blue District of Trillume with its offered companions, but this treasure was not one of them.
She glowed like a star, and the heat from her jeweled skin sunk deep into my scales, making me slow each touch as I stroked the dirt from her pale green hair. I took extra care to be gentle with my claws as I massaged the cleaning powder from her silky strands. I wasn't sure if she was similar to a trill in how to care for her jeweled skin, but I was sure to only dab small amounts of water with the cleaning powder, just in case. Dried out scales were uncomfortable, and using plant oils was not ideal to replace our tincture. Would her glowing jewels be the same?
I had licked her wound on her foot as a trill's tongue contained many antifungal and natural bacteria to promote healing. It is also used to clean our meat as we ate. It was the way our ancestors could eat even meat that would be considered spoiled by other species' standards or help detox the poisonous water dwixes.
I clenched my teeth tightly as I restrained my anger from reminding myself that someone had harmed this jewel and gauged out chunks of her skin like they had descaled my very flesh. I had a particularly rough molting as a spawn, and no amount of tincture could numb the pain of having one's scales plucked one by one.
Then whatever I was thinking vanished the moment I felt moisture on her chin. My claw scooped lightly up her cheek to collect the perspiration that had leaked from her eyes.
What was this, I thought, as her shoulders trembled in my lap? The light from her jewels flickered and dulled, which didn't instill any reassurance in me that she was recovering.
I said nothing, because every warrior I knew would not wish their pain to be acknowledged with words. Words were but awkward attempts at feeling useful in a situation that needed only acceptance. I've done what I could for her healing. There couldn't possibly be a spot I missed when tending to her. I did not leave a single part of her untouched. To my shame, I lingered more than I should have with every soft sigh of her breath.
I held my tongue tightly at the roof of my mouth that begged to have her tell me whose claws I would tear from their sheaths.
