Chapter 22
Tsok
Misty was practically in his lap. The table he chose was just a bit too short for him, but that had been by design. He wanted her to be able to eat comfortably. His thighs were rubbing against the bottom of the table, right under where she had planted her beautiful generous behind. And now she had her knees on either side of his chest, her arms around his neck, and was grinning down at him with delightful wickedness gleaming in her eyes.
She wanted to kiss him.
Humans kissed by pursing their lips then pressing them together. Then, if that was pleasant enough an exchange, they would elevate it to include tongues. Humans could kiss close family on the lips and that was normal, but only mates entwined their tongues together.
He knew all that. He was, frankly, a bit disgusted by it. Maybe not the act of pressing lips, but entwining tongues? That just seemed unhygienic.
But he couldn’t feel even a shadow of disgust to find himself suddenly holding his female as she leaned over him. Arms around his head, smirking like she was having such a great time – maybe just a bit at his expense, but he couldn’t begrudge her that.
He was already a terrible, neglectful mate. He didn't want to be worse.
Maybe that’s also why he was so willing to go along with this as she tilted his head back, giving her room to access his muzzle.
“I cannot purse my lips,” he said, surprised by the regret burning in his chest. Like he was going to miss this chance to let their wet tongues slide together. Tasting her. Consuming her. Filthy. It was an absolutely disgusting practice that he was somehow disappointed he couldn’t share. “I cannot kiss you.”
She snickered. “The General can’t purse his lips either. Never stopped me from kissing him.”
“I do not think it’s quite the same as kissing your pet.”
“I hope not. If you make me grab your face and hold you still so I can love on you, I’m going to be very disappointed.”
Why did that thought excite him? He wanted her to grab him and force her affections on him?
Yes, he realized after a moment. He did. Because he didn't know how to do it. How to give her the love and adoration she needed as a human. If she took it from him, she would be relieving him of the worry that he was doing it wrong.
And it seemed, somehow, perverted. That this soft, lucious little human, with her delicate hands and squeezable curves, could hold power over him. He could push her down here and now, and he knew it. It would take no effort to overpower her, to move her off the table, off him, if he truly didn't want her there.
Yet, he didn't. Because he didn't want her off him. He wanted her to claim him. He wanted her to hold his face and kiss all along his muzzle and take his tongue into her. He wanted to taste her, even if it was dirty. That probably made him disgusting, but he believed that’s what people called a kink. He had a sexual kink for his human. Tasting her fluids, ceding his power to her, letting her claim him and doing nothing to stop her.
He had always imagined mounting her from behind, with her on her knees, as in the way of his people, but just now, he had a mental image of her on top of him, just like this. Holding onto his head as she worked her hips, taking his cock for herself. Pleasuring herself by using his body. Her breasts bouncing in his face. Her moans in his ear. Her tongue against his.
It still seemed dirty, but suddenly in an intriguing kind of way.
Yes, that must be what they called a kink.
“You don’t have to purse your lips,” Misty said, running her finger along his muzzle. Feeling the thin layer of fuzz there. Making a curious sound as he reveled in the warmth of the soft digit. Her hands were so much softer, smaller than his own species.
She ran her longest, middle finger over the seam of his muzzle. Over the lump created by his sabretooth. As it came around to the front, he parted his jaw and darted his tongue out. Licking her quickly. Getting a taste of her skin. Rich and savory from the meat she had just been handling mixed with an all new flavor, wholly unique to her. The taste of his mate, filling his mouth. As it should. He bet he could get an even better taste of her elsewhere. He heard the taste of a human on your tongue was like nothing else.
She giggled, and it was such a sweet sound as she leaned over him. “I’m going to kiss you now. I’d say pucker up, but you can’t. So, I guess, just prepare yourself.”
He was ready, but not ready. He wanted it, but he didn't know what to do. So, he just stiffened as she came close to him. Something that didn't escape her notice as she snickered, stroking her hand back across his face, up to his ear. She began rubbing it gently and he groaned, his eyes drifting shut. That felt so good.
He was sufficiently distracted by that alone so when her lips pressed against his muzzle, he had forgotten to be stiff.
His female’s lips were soft yet firm at the same time. The pressure she applied to him was firm, confident, steady. She wasn’t shy about kissing him. But her lips themselves were soft. Plush and warm, easily fitting themselves against his muzzle. Her body yielded to him just like that. It didn't matter that he couldn’t pucker his lips, because hers were soft enough to press into him and change to match his muzzle, kissing him in their own way, just not the human way.
She kissed him once. Twice. Then began to move her lips along his muzzle. And, after a moment’s hesitation, he moved with her. He couldn’t purse his lips, but he could certainly nuzzle her back. Which he did, finding in doing so that he rather liked this. The warmth of her moving against him, the touch of her lips, the taste of her teasing his tongue.
He bet she smelled incredible. He took a deep breath, instinctively searching for her smell, even knowing that he’d never be able to scent her through his filter.
But he wanted to. He needed to. He had to have her inside him, as he was inside her.
The ferocity of his thoughts had him tightening his arms, sliding them around her waist, bringing her in closer until she was barely sitting on the table anymore, most of her weight on his thighs and chest as she hummed in approval, her own arms tight around his neck.
He was the first one to lick. His tongue darted out, practically on its own, to lap at her lips. She immediately opened them, so when he did it again, he found the appendage in her mouth, stroking along her tongue. And it was hot and wet and slick and dirty – everything he thought it would be and so much better than he could have imagined.
Humans were definitely right about this. It was almost like he was fucking her mouth with his tongue, claiming and stroking and penetrating her in a way that mimicked what he wanted to do to the heated spot between her legs she was pressing against his abdomen. His cock pulsed, pushing from its sheath, meeting her bottom and pushing up.
She couldn’t miss it. She made a delighted sound. And then she was wiggling her ass, stroking and coaxing his member out further. He growled, one of his hands grabbing a fistful of her juicy, round butt and squeezing appreciatively.
Oh yes, he liked this kissing thing a lot. With his previous hesitancy completely burned away, he pushed deeper, like he was trying to get his tongue to the back of her throat. Marveling at the slick, slightly rough texture of her tongue. So much softer than his tongue, fatter but shorter, but the taste of her in his mouth was everything.
He no longer wondered at humans doing this. Now, he wondered why his own people didn't have something similar.
Or maybe he was just underestimating his own kind. Maybe this kind of thing had been done before mating had become taboo and it just faded from the cultural knowledge as time passed. Regardless of what the truth was, he enjoyed it now until Misty, quite against his will, broke apart from him. Gasping, breast heaving, a trail of spit connecting their tongues even after they parted.
“How are you… good at that,” she breathed, her fingers twisting in the fur of his head.
He was good at it? A smug sense of pride filled him at her astounded words. He might not have done it before, but he was a quick study. And, really, he just did what felt good. Though, they were mates, so it made sense that their desires and wants would mesh well.
Not such a terrible mate after all.
“Woah!” She let out a surprised call when he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, giving him access to her throat so he could lick and nip at her skin. Still just following whatever instinct demanded he taste and claim and savor her.
A modern male shouldn’t be following his instincts, but he couldn’t resist. No. He didn’t want to resist. He might chastise himself later, but right now, this was all he wanted.
“Tsok, you…” She started, fingers grasping at his fur.
Her words vibrated against his skin, but her voice cut off when he bit down. Not hard. Just hard enough to keep her in place. Keep her still.
He needed to keep her still. His mate must be mounted. He could pull her down on him, rut her from below with his fangs at her throat. Make sure she couldn’t move except the way he wanted. Make sure she couldn’t get away. She was trapped under his grasp. He wasn’t going to let her move until he’d seeded her sweet little womb.
“Tsok… I…”
Yes. Moan for him. Writhe against him. Why was she still clothed? That was unacceptable. He had to rip through that disgusting fabric.
“Ugh, Tsok…”
No. It was too strong.
Actually, his claws were too soft. He’d dulled them. Why had he done that? They needed to be sharp and strong so he could defend his female and their kits.
The kits he needed to put in her belly now. Right now. Righ-
“UGH!”
Pain burst across his scalp as he found himself suddenly looking into Misty’s eyes. She had grabbed both of his ears and jerked his head back.
Jerked his consciousness back.
What…
What had he just been thinking?!
“There you are,” she smiled. “You were getting a little hot there for a second.”
“Misty, I…” Shame filled him. He’d grabbed her, practically molested her, and hadn’t given a single thought to why that was wrong. She had been trying to talk to him, he realized. Trying to get him to stop, but he’d barely noticed because he’d been so wrapped up in her and her taste.
Misty was looking his face over carefully as that realization made his heart drop. “Your eyes were glowing. I mean, they’re always glowing a little bit, but they were really bright there for a second. You weren’t acting like yourself.”
“Misty, I am so sorry. I apologize deeply for-”
“Oh, I’m not mad about it,” she assured him, grinning. “But I thought you might be if you kept going. Sorry about your ears by the way. Are they sensitive?”
“Very,” he said on a long groan as she began stroking them, as if in apology for the harsh treatment.
She giggled. “If you start purring, you’re going to make it very hard to keep being mad at you.”
With that promise hanging overhead, he began purring. She let out a squeal of delight as she continued petting him, not at all concerned with what just happened.
Though he was.
Because what had just happened?