Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I stagger backward, almost losing my balance. There is a primal sound rising in my throat that I must work to swallow, but Mah-dee only grins and licks the head of my cock again, her small, smooth tongue lapping up my pre-cum.
And I cannot stop watching. I am utterly entranced by her pink mouth working over the head of my cock, her fingers gripping my ridged length, the look of pleasure on her face as she tastes me.
Did I think that kissing made today the best day of my life? My imagination was not ready for this. Nothing can be better than this.
But then she moans as she drags my cockhead along her tongue, sucking me into her mouth. Her hand slides between her thighs, and I smell the musky scent of her arousal.
It seems my imagination is a poor thing after all.
She pulls her mouth off my length and I feel the loss of her tongue keenly. Instead, she strokes her hand up and down my length, pumping me. Her gaze moves over my body and then she looks up at me. “All right, I need to ask about the elephant in the room. What’s this?” She gestures with her other hand at my spur. “I have to admit that’s new to me. And I’ve been trying to be cool about it, but like…I need to know.”
“It is my spur.”
“Super. What’s it do?”
Do? I shrug, covering her hand with mine so she will stroke me harder. “It is there. I do not know that it does anything.”
“Huh. Human guys don’t have those.” She tilts her head, studying it. “That’s not going to make sex impossible, is it?”
“The other humans have not complained to their mates,” I tell her.
“Hmm. Fair enough. Can I touch it?”
“I would rather you continue to touch my cock, but you can touch it, yes. I am yours to touch wherever.”
She looks up and wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Don’t make me test that theory.”
Her words make new lust surge through me. This female is fearless. I did not realize how appealing such a thing could be.
I remain still as her hand moves from my cock and caresses my spur. “It feels hard,” she says, curiosity in her voice. “How strange.”
Her fingertips are ticklish, and my cock jerks in response to her feather-light touches. “It is, yes.”
“I wonder what sort of evolutionary purpose it serves, you know? There’s a reason for everything, and I can’t figure out the reason for this one.”
“Does it need a reason to exist?” I cannot concentrate on her words, not with her small fingers stroking my spur like my cock.
“I guess it will remain a mystery for a bit longer,” she says, and then leans in to give it a lick. “Can I play with your tail?”
My tail? I shudder at the thought, because then I truly will spill my seed. The underside of it is beyond sensitive. “I…would explore you, now.”
Her eyes brighten. “Would you? I love it when a man volunteers.” She gives a little shimmy and slides her tunic over her head, tossing it to the side. She wears the strange strap across her teats that I have seen a few of the other humans employ, and removes it quickly before shucking her leggings and tossing the leathers aside.
I move closer to her, admiring her body. She is small—all the humans are—but her body seems to be sturdier than the others, her thighs thick and full, her belly rounded. Her scent is light and musky, but lovely, and her teats are large and plump, tipped with rosy nipples that draw my attention.
I brush a knuckle over her pale skin, and she feels smooth but different than sa-khui skin. For a moment, I am overwhelmed. It has been a long time since I have felt the warmth of another’s skin against mine. I did not realize it until I touched her softness. Living as a hunter with no mate is a lonely life, but a hunter in exile? It crushes my spirit. I swallow hard to rid myself of the knot in my throat. “I like the way you feel.”
“Do you?” There’s a slightly nervous note in her voice. She gives a little wiggle and puts her hands on my arms, stroking them. “I’m not too weird to you?”
“Perhaps I like weird,” I tell her, gruff. She has no protective ridges on her arms or her round belly. She is vulnerable and soft everywhere. And yet… I like it. I like touching her softness. I like her smooth, pink skin and the tiny tuft of fur between her thighs. And I like her big, bouncy teats. They draw my hands and I cup them, fascinated. The females of my tribe do not grow as bountiful here as the humans do.