“Are these enlarged to feed young?” I asked, my hungry gaze on the broad, peaked nipples. Something under my skin itched to reach out and touch, to feel the texture of the skin under my fingertips, but I would wait for Dana to be ready.
“Er, no. They’re always this size.” Dana looked at her chest, bemused. Then she looked at me, her eyes heating significantly. “Off with your clothes, though.”
I glanced at myself, then shrugged, pulling my vest and loincloth off and tossing them to the side. I was already fully hard, my cock erect with fluid weeping at the tip. It took all my willpower to not stroke myself to her, to the knowledge that this beautiful alien wanted me inside of her, trusted me to bring her to pleasure.
Dana tried to sit up, but I tsked her, carefully ensuring she was still on the ground as I removed her overly long loincloth. My mouth was starting to water at the thought of tasting her, of mapping out the differences between her and N’Akron females. I was not a virgin, but it was not something I had done much. The few N’Akron females who had been available were not my type, yet under my father’s rule, I would have had to marry one to continue my bloodline. Now, I had different options.
Pinning Dana down with her wrists by her head, I kissed the side of her neck, down to the bumps at her collar, then her enlarged mammary glands. The peaked nipples felt wrinkly under my tongue, and tasted of skin and sweat in an intoxicating mix that made me groan low in my throat. At the rate I was going, I wasn’t certain I would last long enough to get all the way inside her.
All of this was leading up to the ultimate treat, the nectar between her legs. I could scent her, taste hints of it elsewhere on her body, but nowhere else would it taste as good as the source.
“N’Ashtar, if you don’t get your mouth on me in the next two minutes, I swear to God…” Dana growled.
Heat pulsed through me. My mate was demanding then, yet I was in charge. Even so, the most important thing was her pleasure. If she did not enjoy it, there was no fulfillment for me. “I do not think the Goddess is involved in such things,” I mused, kissing the dark bud of her teat. “I will have to ask R’Asha.”
Dana opened her mouth to retort, but the moment she did, I drew one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked, delighting in the taste and texture. She bit back a whimper-scream, her hand digging into the back of my head. “More,” she begged.
I kissed my way down her body, spending time on each bit of her exposed skin and treating it with the same affection as I did the rest. Her hip bones, her ribs, her teats, her thighs. The soft patch of fur between her legs, although I didn’t know why she had fur there. It seemed to be a human thing.
“Do your females not have this?” Dana asked, watching me confidently from where she lay back. I was between her legs, stroking my fingertips up and down the insides of her thighs as I kept looking from her cunt to her face. “The hair.”
I shook my head. “It is not as soft as I thought it would be,” I said thoughtfully.
She gave me a dark look for that. “There’s something else you’re supposed to be doing with that mouth.” Her eyebrows raised in a challenge.
It had been many moons since I had pleasured a female, and I wanted to do a better job than I ever had. I twined one of her hands with mine, resting it on her hip as I kissed down her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her cunt without giving in and touching her there. I knew the moment I tasted her, it would be all over, and I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer.
“Fucking fuck, N’Ashtar!” Dana gasped, her hands scrabbling as she grasped onto the ridges on my forehead, trying anything and everything to get my mouth where she wanted it to go. But I wouldn’t let her. Not yet, anyway. I wanted to tease her some first.
By the time I finally licked her slit, she was whimpering and almost flat against the ground, the muscles of her thighs quivering with each ministration. I grabbed her other hand, too, and held both of them on her hips, eating her out as much as I could. I loved the slightly musky taste of her, the way more wetness gushed into my mouth whenever I did something she particularly liked. The way her hips canted towards me whenever she got incredibly turned on, like she was trying to hold back but just couldn’t anymore.
I could tell she was close to coming, and I wanted her to come at least twice before I was inside her. Then she would come twice more once I took her, I decided. I wanted her so wrung out with pleasure she could barely move. Sliding a finger inside her, I crooked it, looking for that spot on the inside that drove N’Akron females crazy. I circled her clit with my tongue, just enough lazy pleasure to keep her on the edge.
The little gasps she let out kept me hard, and I knew if I even touched myself, it would be over. Soon she would be making those whimpery, gaspy noises on my cock, welcoming me into her body. I was the luckiest N’Akron alive, that was for certain.
Then she screamed and rammed her hips towards my mouth and I smiled a smug smile. I had found her spot, then. Keeping up the lazy
