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“I'm sorry, I can't help but produce oil when you do that,” he said, his voice sounding a little strained.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. Unless they specifically asked for it, Maglia told me never to hurt the client.

“It.. . it feels nice,” he said. “Does my oil bother you?”

“I like the smell,” I confessed, pressing my palm to my mouth and nose. Some of the oil got on my lips and caused a pleasant tingling. “It's like the expensive skin care product my mom used to buy when we could afford it.”

“You can rub my oil on your skin,” he urged. “It won't hurt you.”

That seemed like a veiled request, so I put my hands on either side of his face and gently rubbed. Oil quickly covered my palms and fingers, some even dripping down his face to his neck.

His eyes shut, and his breathing changed. Those were good signs, right?

I was enjoying it too. The oil felt lovely, and the more the scent filled the room, the more relaxed I felt.

With my hands covered in oil, I pulled them away from Tolreum's face and rubbed them on my arms and shoulder. He watched me through half-lidded eyes and shuddered a little.

Oh yes. He definitely liked that.

I returned my hands to his face, gathered more oil, then let the blanket slip and rubbed it over my breasts. I didn't expect the oil to make my nipples tingle, similar to its effect on my lips. It felt amazing.

Now I wanted to know what would happen if I rubbed it on my sex.

That created an image of Tolreum going down on me. It was so vivid I felt my body heat up and my pussy clench. I didn't know if Talins had oral sex, but I kinda hoped they did.

“Are you well?” Tolreum asked with a sound that took me a moment to identify as concerned or worried.

“Um, yes,” I said, confused. Had I done something wrong? I was having a great time. I hoped we didn’t have to stop. “Why do you ask?”

“Your body feels hotter, and there's a new scent to you,” he explained, leaning over and sniffing the air. “It's a pleasant scent, but it wasn't there before.”

As his head dipped lower, I realized he could smell my arousal. He said it was pleasant, which meant oral sex might happen!

“When female humans become aroused we, um, produce a, uh…” I was not going to say vaginal secretion; that wasn't sexy at all. Then I remembered another word and latched onto it. “Slick. We produce slick that helps make it feel good when males penetrate us.”

Tolreum reared back with a surprised rattle. “Are you in heat?"

Human women didn't go into heat, unlike Marpers. Maybe he wanted to pretend I needed someone to fuck me because of a biological imperative? I could play along with that.

“Yes, I'm in heat,” I said, cupping my breasts and squeezing. I'd seen a woman do that in an Old Earth vid clip. It felt good when I squeezed, so I did it again. Hmm, nice.

“There're no human males nearby,” he said, sounding another worried rumble.

“I know. That’s why I need you to give me relief,” I insisted, getting into my wanton, needy character. “I can't stand this. Please, Tolreum, help me!”

“I can't,” he protested, even as he dipped his head toward me. “It wouldn't be appropriate.”

I was confused for a moment, then remembered we were playing parts. He needed me to convince him to have sex. The roles we were playing were clear now. I was a female human in heat, and he was my reluctant savior.

Flopping back on the soft nest he'd made, I spread my legs out on either side of him. I ran my hands down my sternum, then my stomach, until the tips of my fingers were resting in the soft curls protecting my sex.

“I'm in pain, Tolreum,” I moaned, parting my labia with my fingers. “Only you can help me.”

His eyes were focused on my sex. Cool air washed over my hot flesh, and both of us went still and quiet. I gave him a few moments, but he didn't make a move. Thinking he might need more instruction on human anatomy, I pulled my pussy lips a little further apart.

“This is where you put your, um, male part,” I said, running a finger around my entrance. I moved my finger up and pulled back the little hood protecting my clit. “If you stimulate this, I can orgasm. I can do that several times. Orgasm I mean.”

There was a very obvious bulge in his pants, but he still wasn't moving. Right, he needed more encouragement. At this point I was hot as hell and wanted to be touched badly. I don't think I was really acting anymore.