I get a heady rush when I realize that softness is something only I will ever get to see.
I'm not sure how happy she would be to know just how possessive that makes me feel. Best to not let her realize just yet that I've decided that she is mine and only mine.
Forever.
I'll need to ease her into more things than simply learning each other's bodies.
For now, I shift next to her so I can easily reach out with one hand, then sweep it up her hip along the familiar feel of drakonid hide, up over the oval markings on her stomach, to where her brown human skin remains.
A gentle touch to the soft mounds on her chest and she lets out a moan.
"What are these called?"
"Breasts," she explains. "Those arenipples. And, yes, they are erogenous."
That's all the invitation I need to spend more time there, just like I've been longing to do since I first teased her about them.
Not long after, I know she likes when I alternate between them, and that the darker circle is the most sensitive place. She moans deeper and arches her back when I gently pull the rough pads of my hands across them.
Her response makes me bolder, and I squeeze onebreastbetween my four opposing digits, the comparatively blunt ends of my claws creating divots in her flesh, then extend my long tongue out to taste her. When the forked tip touches hernippleshe lets out a long groan.
She tastes like minerals and her personal scent.
I want more.
"Where else, Kira?"
She points to her neck, then opens her legs and touches herself there. I let out a growl and move toward her neck, knowing that once I move between her legs, I won't leave for a very long time.
50
Kira
This is surreal, but it feels right. My mind stuttered for a moment when I saw him extend that long blue tongue toward me, but one touch of the tip of it and all thoughts of how weird this all is fled.
Now, the juxtaposition between the rough pads of his hands and the gentle glide of wetness is sending shock waves down to my already soaked core. I'm clenching my thighs with every flick of split tongue against my taut nipple, my breathing already elevated.
I take a moment to re-situate myself so my new drak spines along my back are in a more comfortable position and then bring my own hands up to return his affection.
I'm not sure where his erogenous zones are and there's a tremor in my hands from the anxiety and excitement when I lift a hand to run it along his cheek.
His skin is surprisingly soft there, and once my mind moves past the soldier's assessment of it being another area he is likely vulnerable, I enjoy the feel of it under my fingertips.
Smooth stretches interrupted by bumps as it transitions to a thicker hide on his face. Then back to smoothness as I move my fingers down toward his overbite of sharp teeth. Touching them brings an extra thrill, as I recognize that it would take him a mere moment to end me.
Then another quiver follows when I focus on the gentle touches of his hand, far more gentle than I usually like. But even I can recognize my insistence on roughness with previous lovers was another form of creating distance.
Rough is fun, and I'll work Drasuk up to it, but right now the look of adoration and wonder in his eyes, and those soft touches that let me know just how breakable he thinks I am, is filling up something in my chest I didn't know was quite that empty.
I shake that thought off, not ready to face it, and move my hands up to the spines of his forehead. From the rock-grinding groan he lets out, I'm certain I just found a pleasure area, and so I make sure I explore every inch.
Judging by the shivers I see running across his hide and wiggling his spines, he especially likes when I swirl my fingers and hands around the base of each protrusion. The long groan he lets out when I experimentally flick one sends a fissure of satisfaction through me.
Those will be fun to explore with my mouth.
Then I let out my own moan of pleasure when he cups one of my breasts and squeezes it while lashing my nipple repeatedly with the silken tip of his tongue. As I thrash, a grin stretches across my face at how competitive we are, even in this.
A rumble of appreciation moves up his chest to his lips and then he speaks. "I want to taste you now, Kira."
