Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I glance up at her and her face is tight, her breasts peaked and her nipples pointing outward. I brush my fingers over her skin again and then tease a circle around her clit, and Maeve's face contorts with sensation. I'm tempted to keep strumming that one small spot to see if I can make her come from that alone, but the vids I watched mentioned other sensitive areas as well, and I'd be remiss if I didn't touch them, too. Since I'm between her thighs already—and truly, the musk of her pussy is making me wild with arousal—I decide I will get to her breasts later. For now, I want to focus on the clitoris and the erogenous zones located inside her body.
I keep teasing her clit with taps and light touches, and when she makes a needy sound in her throat and starts to rock against my hand, I slide it away. She makes a sound of protest, her nails digging into my shoulder, and my cock twitches in response. I like her claws, blunted or not. Stroking a finger through her wet cleft, I find the entrance to her body. It looks rather small, but since humans are stolen from their planet constantly to be bed slaves, I'm not concerned that we won't fit together. It just reminds me that I have to ready her body for mine. Toying with the entrance, I run a fingertip along the flushed skin there. "What is this called? The entrance to your body?"
"I...I don't know if there's a word. It's a pussy. It's all pussy." She makes a sound of frustration and then bears down upon my finger, sinking it deeper inside her like the greedy, impatient creature she is.
And kef me, but I love that.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-EIGHT
ZHUR
With Maeve's impatient movement, she is now seated fully upon my hand, my finger deep inside her body. The feeling of her is indescribable—soft and wet and gripping. She moans as she rocks, working herself on my finger, and I'm fascinated by the sight of her.
"This," I say, and my voice is thick with hunger. My cock is a steel bar inside my trou but the focus is on her, only her. "What do you call this? Where you are gripping me?"
She makes a breathless sound, her fingers curling against my shoulders. "I...I don't know."
How can she not know? It is her body. I move my finger in and out slowly, teasing her as I would with my cock. "Surely there must be a word for it. Your...sleeve? Your inner pussy?"
"Nope," Maeve says immediately, her tone changing. "Stop talking. That's all grossly unsexy. Go back to touching me."
Humans are strange, but I can tell I'm destroying the mood for her. Very well, then. It is part of her cunt to me, and I will continue to call it that in my head, even if she does not want to hear the words aloud. I slide my finger in again, pushing deeper until she is fully seated upon my hand, the cleft of her pussy pressing against my knuckles. Without trying to seem as if I am searching, I run my finger along the inside of her cunt, looking for the sensitive spot that both mesakkah and praxiians have deep inside their channel. There is nothing there, just as the human vids indicated, and so I move my finger up and pull out a bit. I crook it and rub along the inside wall of her body, hunting for the spot that—according to the anatomy vid—is along the middle of the interior wall.
Keffing inconvenient spot, that. How am I supposed to find it without fishing around like an absolute fool? I glance up at her face, looking for clues that I've found it if my fingertip provides no help.
Just as I run across a slightly rough patch inside her body, her face contorts.
There we go.
Maeve makes a choked sound and her eyes squeeze shut, even as she clamps around my hand. I brush over the spot again, just making certain that I'm not mistaken. She whimpers and hunches her shoulders, as if trying to do...something. "Oh my god."
"What is this spot?" I ask, fascinated by her reaction. "What do you call this?"
She makes a strange noise and nearly doubles over my hand.
I'm delighted by her reactions, because I can pleasure a human just as well as any other. But as she bends over, I decide it's time to take things to her strange rectangular bed. I want her to lie back so I can toy with her body more.
So I push my finger all the way into her again, stroking deep, and then I lock an arm around her waist. I lift her into the air as I get to my feet, and she makes another one of those soft, distressed noises as I move us to the bed.