I do the same for another of his long whiskers.
Soon after, he looks like he's having a hard time keeping himself from melting into me.
His eyes are closed and he's no longer holding his head at the comical angle, but the best one to give me full access.
This time as I near the tip of the whisker I lean forward and kiss him on the muzzle just below the mass of whiskers.
I can see his eyes shoot open from my peripheral vision and keep putting feather-light kisses all over his muzzle.
On the fifth one his purr starts up in a steady rhythm, on the tenth I add back in stroking his whiskers and it rumbles like an avalanche. I wish I could wrap my legs back around him so I can feel that against my core again, but I keep focusing on my task.
I spend a few more moments interweaving kisses with stroking and then pause.
"Do you like it?"
"I love this kiss. I thought you would start on the innocent end, though, and so you caught me unprepared."
I laugh, delighted. "Oh, that was a pretty tame kiss, Thivoll."
He blinks, processing what that means, and his purr picks up pace again.
Then he huffs out a breath, followed by a growl. "I feel like that person who is always delivering bad news and telling us we need to stop being fun . . . but we've been here too long."
"Cock blocker," I blurt out.
"Pardon me?"
My face flames again. "Uh, the person who stops erotic fun. Blocks, you know . . . cock?"
My voice ticks up into a trill at the end, betraying my embarrassment.
Thivoll's whiskers move forward and his chuffing is deeper and more pronounced than usual. I let out a relieved laugh and then a more genuine one when he just keeps chuffing.
"I learn so many new things from you. But we do need to leave soon. I can't hear anyone, but I'd rather be cautious."
I give him one last kiss and then lean back. "Sure, let's see what supplies we can find."
He turns the tables and pulls me close to him, pushing his face close and taking another long lick near my ear, causing a deep shudder, then grabs me and descends instead of continuing.
"A cock blocker and a tease," I grumble and he chuffs the rest of the way down to the ground.
He lets me go when we're at the base of the tree.
He swivels his ears and takes a long breath, his lips curled back and the air whistling along the roof of his mouth.
"I didn't see any other traps, but stay behind me a few paces just in case and only step where I step."
29
Thivoll
There almost isn't any point in rerouting air along the glands in my mouth.
The air is so full of Ree's musk it's hard to pick out any other scents. It's the only way to ensure I'm using all the tools at my disposal to keep her safe, so I keep at it.
Unfortunately, the other dominant scent is genali blood, which gets stronger the closer we get to their disorderly camp.
From the brief glimpses I got as I fought them, I know we won't find much. These hunters truly were as stupid as they sounded and they seem to have prioritized luxury over practicality.
