She doesn’t answer me, but there’s an aching yearning in her eyes, and her panting grows harder. Her hand works furiously between her thighs, rubbing as she watches me.
Boldly, I cup one bare breast and drag my thumb over the tip. It’s hard and erect, but somehow manages to still be soft and pettable. Piper lets out a hungry little cry of need when I touch her nipple, and so I keep rubbing it, murmuring soft words to her as she strokes her cunt and pleasures herself.
There’s a wet sound, the telling squelch of slick skin, and Piper’s cheeks turn bright red. Her gaze flicks away from mine and her movements stop, her breathing ragged.
Fascinated, I touch her between her thighs and find that she’s damp now, her cunt giving up some of its juices. “There we go,” I murmur. “Why’d you stop?”
She just buries her face against my arm, as if embarrassed.
“Ah, I get it,” I tease, unable to resist. “It’s my turn and you want to save the best for me, yes?”
Piper sucks in a breath.
I drag my fingers over her folds, easing the tip of one into her core and teasing her. She’s achingly hot inside, and so tight that she grips my finger with her walls. I’ve never felt anything like that, and I’m eager to be inside her and feel that wet, warm clench around my cock. Except…I need to see more from Piper. She’s wet, but I want her to be soaking for me. I want her so ready for sex that her cunt’s making loud, sloppy noises as I thrust my fingers into her, and we’re not there yet.
The human squirms, panting, as I glide my finger into her channel, working it back and forth. I’m preparing her for my much larger cock, but I’m also making sure that she doesn’t have any other strange anatomy I should be aware of. Mesakkah females have a sensitive spot deep inside the cunt, but so far all my touches are just making her watch me with a worried gaze. I pull my hand free and taste her on my skin. Ah, kef me, she’s delicious. Warm and musky and like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.
She gasps as I taste her on my hand, and it makes me want to do more. I slide farther down on the bed and push her thighs apart. “Shall we see what happens when I put my mouth on you?”
I expect her to protest.
She whimpers, and her hips flex, ever so slightly. Ah, my pretty female likes that idea.
Grinning, I move between her spread thighs like the deviant I am. Those that adhere strictly to Homeworld’s sanitary laws would cringe, but I’m not one of them. I like the taste of her and I like the feel of her skin against mine. I don’t care how many sanitary laws I break, just as long as I get her soaked and hungry with need.
I remember how she touched her clit, making delicate circles around it, and I push her folds apart with a touch, then lean in and take a long, slow taste of her.
She cries out, her hands flying to my horns. A split second later, she pulls back, her hands fluttering in distress. “Sorry.”
I grab one of her hands and put it back on my horn, then give her cunt another intense lick. I want her to touch me. I want her to be utterly aware that it’s me tasting her. It’s Vordigar that’s in this bed with her, not just some nameless stranger she’s proposed marriage to. It becomes my new goal to make her cry my name out again.
That, and squeeze a few orgasms from her.
Piper holds onto my horn tightly as I drag my tongue over her folds, gleaning as much of her sweet taste as I can. After a few more licks, I focus in on her clit, teasing it with my tongue and trying to duplicate the movements she made on her own. I ease my finger back inside her as well, then push another in alongside it, stretching her slowly. I hit on a rhythm that makes her suck in a breath, and when her thighs clench around my ears, it takes everything I have not to grin up at her and stop. I keep going, because I need to wring this release out of her.
“Vordigar,” she pants, her body trembling. A fresh burst of wetness glides over my tongue even as she shudders under me. She clutches at my horns with both hands as I continue to work her clit with my tongue, whimpering and pushing up against me, her thighs clamping the sides of my face. “Oh god. Oh god. Vordigar!”
My name ends in a scream and her entire body stiffens, her cunt flooding with fresh wetness. She quakes so hard that her walls are squeezing my fingers in a vise, but I keep thrusting into her, keep working that sweet little nub with my tongue, and she cries out again, riding my ugly face, and I know she’s come hard. Twice.