Our kissing was amazing. I might have started it, but he'd quickly taken over and now I want more.
Dagesh eventually looks over at me and gestures at the pile of furs. "For you, my mate."
Does this mean we're getting on with the show? Because I am more than ready for round two. My khui is singing to his as loud as ever, and I practically race to the furs. I'm ready for more kissing. Or touching. Or whatever he wants to do. I sink onto them and then pat the furs next to me, encouraging him to join me.
To my surprise—and pleasure—he watches me recline on the furs, and as he does, he strokes his cock. And…oh. Oh wow, is that ever a cock. I don't know how I missed it before—too dark in the cave, I suppose—but Dagesh is both familiar and alien. He's got a big dick, all right. Given that he's an absolutely enormous alien man, I expect him to be size appropriate. He's bigger than any human man I've ever seen, and I can see the same kinds of ridges dancing along his shaft that grace his tongue.
Oh boy. How did I miss the ridges before? Maybe it was the angle of our bodies. Because my mouth is absolutely watering at the sight of that now, along with the prominent head, so flushed with blood that he's practically a bluish purple. He strokes his hand up and down his length, regarding me, and I bite my lip. "Are you just going to stand there all day or do I get to touch you again?"
"Soon," he promises. I'm disappointed when he lowers his hand. I liked watching him touch himself. I wasn't trying to get him to stop. If he wants to stand there and jerk off, I will absolutely enjoy watching every moment of it. Instead of stroking that beast between his thighs, though, he moves to the fire and stokes it with a nearby stick.
I want to scream in frustration. Weren't we just kissing passionately? Weren't we just having an amazing time? And now he's going to go and stare at…the fire? Oy vey. Is he being shy? Just a short while ago he was so deep inside me it felt like he was rearranging my organs. Why is he awkward now? Because he thinks he hurt me?
I reach out to touch his tail. "Hey, Dagesh, is everything okay?"
The moment my fingers brush over his tail, he jerks to his feet.
8
DAGESH
This is more difficult than I thought. I stare at the fire, wanting to bury my face in my hands…or my cock into my mate's soft body.
Control, I remind myself. I must have control. I cannot attack her like I did before. I must be gentle.
"Hey, Dagesh?" No-rah asks. "Is everything okay?"
And she touches my tail.
The breath hisses from my lungs and I grab my cock and squeeze the head tight. It's either that or I will erupt everywhere, spilling my seed into the fire instead of into her. I suck in deep breaths, trying to regain control. "A moment," I manage. "Need…moment."
"I'm here if you need me." She touches my tail again, her fingers stroking down it in a feather-light way that is impossible to ignore.
With a strangled sound, I come. Hot seed spatters into the fire, and there is so much of it as I shamefully pump my cock that I threaten to douse the flames. My face heats with embarrassment and dismay. I have not been able to control myself, and now my mate will think of me as a foolish kit.
But No-rah just giggles and pets my tail again. "Feel better?"
I dare a glance over at her, surprised.
She just smiles at me, her expression enticing. "What? You looked like you were hurting. I'm not going to judge." She tilts her head, regarding me. "Though I'd prefer if you paid more attention to me instead of the fire…"
"I…must control myself," I tell her, panting.
"Must you?" No-rah trails her fingers through the furs. "Or you could come lose control on me."
She is a tease, this female. I like her smile, though. I like that she does not seem to be bothered by my lack of control. I give my cock one final jerk, shooting the last of my seed into the fire, and then wipe my hands clean. Now I can look at my beautiful mate without fear of losing my mind when I see her. Perhaps it is good that I already came. Now I can take her properly.
No-rah is on her side, reclining on the furs, her teats utterly soft and touchable looking. Her eyes shine with excitement as she looks at me, and I can smell her arousal, hear her khui. She is eager for another mating, my pretty female. I want to please her. More than anything, I want to please her. I want to give her such pleasure, just as she has given me. "I will not hurt you," I remind her. "Never again."
"Never say never," she tells me, and pats the blankets again.
In this, she is wrong. I will not hurt her, and I mean it. I will be the gentlest of mates this time, now that the unbearable urgency has been sated twice in such a short time. Now I will be able to control myself a bit more.
"May I touch you?" I ask her. "Or do you need more time?"
"Dagesh," No-rah says, and her tone is full of frustration. "Did we or did we not just mouth-fuck for the last ten minutes? Of course I want you to touch me." She reaches out for me. "Please. I promise you I'm not scared or upset. I'm really, really turned on and want to have sex with you again."
"It is the khui," I remind her. "It is enticing you to like me."
"I don't need much enticing! I like you. I find you attractive. I like your smile. I like your voice." She licks her lips and studies me again. "I really like the way you kiss."
I bite back a groan, because it is not taking much for my cock to stiffen once more. It should be tired, yet the khui is fueling this endless hunger through both of us. I cannot deny her any longer. I move over to her, entranced by her smile and her soft, supple body. She is so strangely shaded, her color not anywhere near blue. Her teats are tipped with brownish-pink tips that look far too enticing, and her hips are curved and padded. She is nothing like a sa-khui female, and yet I cannot take my eyes off of her. I cannot stop thinking about the hot clench of her cunt around my cock as I thrust into her.
I must get this right, because I have never wanted anything as much as I want my pretty No-rah.
I move over her, fascinated by her body. "I can taste you anywhere?"
"Absolutely." She reaches up and caresses my cheek, her thumb skimming over my lips. "Let me reassure you again I am not a fragile flower. Do whatever you like with me. I promise I'll enjoy it."
"Do not worry," I reassure her. I lean down and kiss her mouth, loving the feel of her lips on mine. Why have my people never kissed before? It seems such an obvious thing now. "I will be the gentlest of mates from now on."
"Oh. Okay. Great." No-rah gives me a bright smile.
I press a kiss to her shoulder and then look up to see if she likes it. She runs her fingers through my messy mane, brushing it back from my face in a tender gesture, and so I continue kissing her, pressing my mouth down her body and tasting her. When Vektal told us of Shorshie and the other females, he swore that the saying is true—that nothing tastes better than a resonance mate on your tongue—and I am eager to experience this for myself. I kiss down her arm and then across her soft abdomen.
I head lower, between her thighs, to where she has a charming tuft of dark hair concealing her cunt. I love the sight of it, and brush my lips over it before heading lower, to the source of her rich scent.