I can't see anything at all, not a trace of moonlight left.
He settles down onto his lower elbows and haunches, the feel of him pressing against me making me forget my question altogether and I wriggle underneath him.
He rocks his weight onto one arm and then starts rearranging my hair. "In a cave."
I tense, not liking the idea of being in a place something else might live in without being able to see. "Nothing else is in here with us, right?"
He pulls a long fall of my hair over my chest and then strokes it from my collarbone down to where our bodies are pressed together. I gasp when he moves over my breast.
"Do you like being touched there?"
He moves his hand back up, cupping me, the thin nanothread warming between us. The reaction of my body is answer enough, but I remember I had another pressing question.
"Thivoll. Are there creatures in the dark?"
"Of course there are. This is a biodiverse planet."
I freeze, then realize I might need to be more specific.
"Are there any creatures likely to attack, bite, crawl over, be—"
He breaks in. "There is nothing of concern here and if that changes I will take care of it. Relax."
He purrs, then he squeezes my breast. "Tell your nanothread to recede."
His usual easygoing tone is gone, and in its place is an authoritative growl that sends a thrill through me.
I imagine my suit baring my breasts and from the sudden chill that makes my nipples instantly pebble, I can tell it receded.
His purr deepens as he shifts his body down.
I spread my legs, hoping he makes enough contact when he settles back down to give me some relief from the throbbing between them.
He doesn't disappoint, pushing his upper chest down against my core right before he licks the breast he had just been squeezing.
The rough nubs of his tongue send a zap of pleasure each time one makes contact.
I let out a long, low moan and push myself harder against him. "Purr harder," I demand in a clipped tone.
He obliges, the vibrations making my back arch. "Like that?"
I make an inarticulate sound and grind myself against him.
He changes breasts, pushing down even harder with his long tongue. One stroke of it seems to last a small, blissful eternity. On the third I feel my orgasm building.
When I feel him shift again, I move my hands from their limp sprawl next to us and grab onto his mane on each side.
"Don't you dare move."
His purr is interrupted by a few chuffs, but then he is back pressed against me, this time alternating between breasts.
I'm cresting higher in undulating waves with each transition. When he scrapes his teeth against a nipple, my orgasm explodes through me, my body rigid with the force of it, a cry making it through my lips before I cut it off.
He abruptly stops purring. "Did I hurt you?"
It's a struggle to get my scattered mind together to respond.
"Oh, no. You made me feel very, very good."
