CHAPTER 57 #2
I had been watching human pornography. Not on purpose.
We did not have much information about humans in this sector, so as Leo had suggested, I had gone to the larger intergalactic databases to download everything I could find about humans.
And, of course, I did search for human mating practices in that database.
I had not expected to find video recordings of human mating.
The recordings were part of a larger series on the sexual habits of rare species conducted by a well-known, respected university.
There were three videos that featured a mated pair of humans, who had consented and been compensated for their participation.
What followed was the most visually stimulating and erotic three hours of my life.
There were two major differences that I could see between the sexual preferences of the Ptexari and humans.
First, the kissing. I confess, the first time I saw the male press his lips to the female and then they opened their mouths to lick inside, it made my stomach turn.
But then the female gave a tiny moan, and it was like a switch flipped inside my brain.
Suddenly, I was fascinated by the practice and wanted nothing more than to taste Andie on my lips.
It was slow, lazy almost, and then they both pressed themselves together tighter in obvious arousal.
When they parted, they stared into one another’s eyes, and he brought a hand up to stroke her hair.
It was so deeply intimate. I wanted that with Andie.
I wanted her to stare at me with her eyes shining as this female’s did at her mate.
The second difference was the sheer variety of positions in which the humans mated.
Ptexari males mounted females from behind.
It was heated, carnal, and satisfying. Watching humans mate face-to-face had been a revelation.
It was stunning to witness the eye contact between the mates as they moved slowly together.
The female was on her back, which was also a surprise.
No Ptexari ever lay in such a vulnerable position.
Our wings would be pinned underneath, making it difficult to escape a threat from above.
The human female had willingly lain down on her back and allowed the male to cover her.
I could not imagine the trust she had in her larger and stronger partner to permit that to happen.
It was strange to me, but heartsbreakingly beautiful, and I wanted that.
I wanted Andie to look at me as this human female looked at her mate - to trust me in this way and allow herself to be vulnerable with me.
I was shocked beyond compare when they switched positions, and the male lay on his back, and the female climbed on top and rode his cock.
I could not imagine myself on my back for anyone.
But I was fascinated by the bouncing breasts of the female as she ground her hips on her partner, and that was it for me.
If Andie wanted to ride me like that, I would gladly lie down for her.
I had never seen her breasts, and now they were all I could think about.
Watching her dance with Leo was exquisite torture. Seeing my mate’s body move so sensually to the music was enchanting, but every time I saw his hand on her, I trembled with rage. By the time the performance was over, I could no longer control myself. She was mine. She would always be mine.
When I pulled her away from him and pressed my lips to hers, the world stopped.
I encircled her with my wings so no one could gawk at us.
When I slid my tongue inside her mouth and tasted her, my erection grew so hard I thought my cock would explode.
And when she relaxed into the kiss and slid her tongue against mine, a tiny bit of cum spurted out into my loincloth.
She moaned, and I thought I might ejaculate right there.
The idea of covering her in my seed had me pulling her closer, stroking her back, and pressing my erection into her body.
She pulled back and looked at me. Leo said something and she responded, but I was too dazed to focus on what they said. The taste of her lingered in my mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to bend her over then and there and take her. The whole room needed to know that she was mine.
“Hi,” she said, her voice low and husky.
“Hello,” I said, holding her eyes. They were a stunning deep blue, as always, but her pupils had dilated, making them appear darker.
My eyes roved her face, back to her lips, then her eyes.
I had never seen a creature more alluring than my mate.
I could gaze at her all day, every day, for the rest of my life and be content.
“I didn’t know the Ptexari kissed,” she said.
“We do not,” I said. “But I know that humans do.”
“Yes, we do. You’re also not a very affectionate people,” she said, looking down at where my arms were still holding her.
“I like touching you,” I said. “This is a human practice I am very happy to learn.”
“Your people may find this odd,” she said. “We’re in the middle of a crowded room.”
“I do not care what anyone else here thinks,” I said. “I only care what you think.”
“Well, I’m surprised, mostly. And strangely not scared of you,” she smiled at the dawning realization, lighting up her whole face, and I was a male completely lost to her.
Some of her hair had pulled free of its restraint due to her exertion.
I stroked the strands, brushing them away from her face as I had seen the human male do for his partner.
She practically melted into me, nuzzling the side of her face into the palm of my hand. I was mesmerized by her gestures and the tender expression on her face. She looked back up at me, and I could not resist kissing her again.
I tilted her head with my hand to find an angle that suited me, then lowered my mouth to hers possessively.
This was my mate, my body declared. I claimed her through the kiss, dancing my tongue with hers, nipping her lip gently as she had mine earlier.
She moaned, and I nearly lost control. I was rubbing my cock against her stomach in a most unseemly fashion.
I heard a throat clear behind me. I whipped my head around and narrowed my eyes at the newcomer, crest rising at the interloper who had come to steal my mate. A possessive growl rumbled through my chest as I prepared for a fight.
“Stand down, son,” my father’s amused voice cut through the haze of my near-stupor. “I was merely going to suggest that you take your talented mate elsewhere, away from prying eyes.”
Without a word, I scooped Andie up into my arms. She squeaked, and I told her to hush as I swept from the room with her.
“Tell her we enjoyed the performance!” my father called after me, chuckling as I made a hasty exit with my mate.