So I lean back, moving the soapy cloth over his front. I head down his side, noting there’s a bit of striping pattern on his skin over his ribs, just like a tabby cat back on Earth. How charming. The same pattern is on his thighs, and I slide the cloth over them, feeling the strong muscles. I’m deliberately ignoring the elephant in the room…or rather, the elephant trunk between his thighs. Plenty of time for that, I promise myself. For now, I just stroke and pet and touch him. He’s big. I knew that, of course, but training with him just emphasized how strong he is compared to me. When he pressed his big body up against mine, his hands swallowed mine. His arms looked like tree trunks compared to my own. Everything about him was oversized and powerful, and my clumsy stabs with the sword just reminded me that I could be utterly helpless against him. That he could break me like a twig without a second thought.
“Kim,” Nassakth murmurs. “I am bound. You are safe.”
I blink in surprise and realize that I’m panting with fear, my fists clenched on his thighs. Right. This is Nassakth. He’s gentle. He’s let himself be cuffed by me twice now, all because he doesn’t want to scare me. “Will you talk to me while I touch you?” I ask him. “It helps.”
“What would you like for me to speak of?”
“Anything.” I run the cloth lightly along the inside of his thigh. The fur increases the closer I get to his groin, I note, but there’s no striping there.
“Your perimeter bots are outdated. I will need to special order some parts from a szzt junk dealer I know on a nearby moon. He overcharges, but he’s always got the right stock—”
“Nassakth.”
He blinks down at me, his pupils blown, his eyelids heavy. “Yes, my Kim?”
“Maybe we don’t talk about bots.” I reach out and brush my knuckles along the underside of his cock. “Talk to me about…other things. Things like you and me.”
He groans, his eyes closing. “Shall I tell you how good you feel right now?”
“That’s a start,” I whisper, and trace my fingertips up and down a thick vein that travels nearly the length of his cock. He’s pretty normal down here, which is nice. Maybe the head’s a bit more prominent than a human dick, and he’s larger overall, but there’s nothing terrifying. “No barbs, thank goodness,” I murmur.
“What?”
“Cats back home…they have barbs on their cocks to anchor the female to them.”
“Ah.” The syllable sounds choked.
“You’re nice, though. You feel…soft. Well, not soft, exactly,” I stammer. “Velvety and warm. You’re hard, but you’re gloved in softness, if that makes sense.”
“We are born with barbs,” he manages. “They are removed at birth. It is considered…barbaric to our females to keep them.”
Kind of like circumcision back home. I nod, stroking my fingertips up and down his length. I travel up to the head and then lean in to give him a cautious lick on the tip.
I can feel his entire body stiffen, and I panic, skittering backward a few feet. I relax, though, when I see his face is tight, his shoulders tense, but there’s no other reaction. A bead of pre-cum slides down the impressive crown of his cock and I cautiously inch back toward him, wanting to taste that. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
“I would like it very much if you did.” He’s practically growling the words, but they don’t sound scary. They sound…exciting.
“I should have asked before.”
“Kim, you do not have to ask me for anything. I have a safe word, remember?”
Right. “It’s just that…consent is so important.”
“I know. I promise, I know.” He gives me an achingly sweet look. “You have all of mine.”
I curl my fingers around his shaft—or I try to. He’s so thick that my fingertips don’t quite meet. Instead of being terrifying, it makes me feel hollow and achy inside, in all the best ways. He would absolutely be a tight fit at first, but then it would feel so, so good. I know it would. I slide my fingers up and down his length, not pumping, just caressing, as if I can’t quite figure out what I’m going to do with him. Truth is, I know exactly what I want to do. Is it weird to cuff a man and then blow him? Because that’s kind of what I want to do. I want to learn his body. I want to see how he reacts when he comes. I want to feel that power over him, to know I’m the one in charge of his pleasure. I know this moment is supposed to be about me, and in a way, it is. I’m more interested in getting rid of my fear than I am of my own pleasure. One will follow the other.