CHAPTER 58
Andie
How did I get here? I lay in Dakleth’s arms as he carried me upstairs, peppering my face with gentle kisses with each step.
He put me on my feet as we stepped into a bedroom, and I tilted my face up to his.
He captured my lips with a groan that I felt deep in my core.
My clit was tingling, reminding me that I hadn’t kissed anyone, much less had (consensual) sex in nearly two years.
In the back of my head was the lingering unease that this male had assaulted me, but my heart knew better.
Dakleth cared deeply for me. He demonstrated it at every turn.
He regretted our first encounter, and I knew he wanted to make it up to me.
I mean, the man had learned kissing for me! And he had learned it damnably well.
He deepened the pressure of his lips against mine as his tongue lazily slid in my mouth.
My hands moved. His skin was warm and slightly rough, with hard, corded muscles bulging under my palms. He had one of the most chiseled torsos I’d ever seen, and I enjoyed the feel of it under my hands as I explored his body and his mouth.
He hiked me up under my ass, and I straddled his waist as he backed me against a wall. I locked my legs around his waist and ground my clit against his rock-hard abs as he thrust against my core and gently bit my bottom lip.
“You are so beautiful, mate,” he said. “Even your skin is glowing.”
I looked down at the sheen on my arms and gave a small laugh. “That’s human sweat,” I said. “Very unsexy.”
“On the contrary, it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he murmured.
He bent his head and licked a slow, lazy line from my shoulder up my neck, to behind my ear.
He nipped my earlobe and breathed into it.
I shivered. He whispered, “So delicious. This is why you ingest salt. It keeps your body cool. I have been reading about humans so that I can know everything I need to pleasure you. If I do my job well, you will be covered in more of this sweat. You will taste salty and tangy. You will emit more of these pheromones that are unraveling my control. I have read about human responses in mating. I will make you sweat, my mate. I will make you shiver and tremble. I will make you scream as you reach your peak. And when you think you can take no more, I will fuck you.”
My body was humming as he turned and dropped me on the bed.
He hiked my skirts up around my waist and dropped to his knees.
He removed my shoes and took hold of one foot.
He raised it to his mouth and kissed the inside of my ankle, then licked a line up my calf.
He knelt between my knees and parted them further, then licked a slow line up my inner thigh.
When he reached the juncture between my thighs, he inhaled deeply, then looked up at me.
“You smell like heaven,” he said. “I need to taste you.”
I was so dazed, I couldn’t speak. I gave him a slow nod. God, I hadn’t been eaten out in forever. I suspected Dakleth had never done this before, but he seemed eager to learn. Right now, my pussy was happy to be his teacher.
He licked the gusset of my panties and inhaled again. “Exquisite,” he said. “I may come in my wrap just from the pleasure of your taste.”
He pulled my panties down and stared for a moment.
He used his fingers to caress my folds, opening me and nuzzling me with his nose as he explored.
I’m sure I looked strange to him. While I’d never seen a Ptexari female’s genitals, I’m sure we looked different.
I couldn’t blame him for taking a moment to compare.
Dakleth
If there was anything more beautiful than my mate’s pussy, I had yet to see it.
A tiny nest of golden curls rested on her mound, begging to be nuzzled.
The pink folds and petals around her opening were a gorgeous flower that I longed to touch.
Above her opening was the pleasure button I had learned about that I fully intended to manipulate until she screamed.
Below her pussy was her perfect, round ass.
I retracted my claws as I slipped my hands under her ass and couldn’t resist squeezing the soft globes as I pulled her closer to my face.
I started with a lazy stroke of my tongue at the crease of her inner thigh and slowly worked my way towards her center.
I was grateful for the recordings that I had found that showed me how to pleasure her.
This was new to me, as Ptexari did not engage in this sort of foreplay before mating, but I had learned this was important to relax her channel and help her produce slick that would ease the passage of my cock.
I regretted deeply that I had not done this for her our first mating.
I knew now the pain I had caused her. Never again would I harm her.
I would be sure her body welcomed me and was prepared.
My cock was much larger than that of the male human I saw on the screen.
My mate would need plenty of preparation to find pleasure in my cock, and I would be sure to give it to her.
I made my way to her center and made a long stripe with my tongue from her ass all the way up to her clit.
She moaned, and my cock pulsed in response.
It had escaped its sheath and was practically begging to fuck her.
I could not help thrusting my hips against the bedframe as I began to eat her in earnest. The scent and tangy taste from her pussy was driving me wild.
She started to whimper as I made circles around her clit with my tongue.
I listened to her soft cries, determining which strokes brought her the most pleasure.
I concentrated on tonguing her clit, then felt more wetness on my chin.
I had been rewarded with juices seeping from her pussy.
I moved down to lap them up and the sweet, tangy taste exploded on my tongue.
I lost myself in her musky scent and taste, thrusting my tongue deeply into her pussy while my nose continued to bump my mate’s clit.
She started to writhe and buck, and I looked up at her and used one of my free hands to slap her on the stomach.
“Be still,” I commanded. I eased a finger into her wet channel as I returned my tongue to her clit.
Her channel pulsed against my finger, and I imagined that feeling on my cock.
When I had violently taken her that first time, her channel had been dry.
I had not thought much of it, as Ptexari cocks release their own lubricant for that purpose, but the difference here was astounding.
The idea of sliding my cock into her tight, wet heat had me thrusting even harder against the bed.
“Yes, right there,” she whispered.
I thrust another finger in her, stretching her channel to prepare her to take me.
She moaned loudly, and I nearly lost full control.
The desire to stick my shaft in her was becoming impossible to resist. I was licking and sucking her clit while thrusting my finger inside her wet pussy.
I groaned as my cock leaked lubricant, seeking its mate.
I was fascinated by the pulsing of her channel as I thrust both digits inside her.
Was she squeezing my fingers on purpose or was this an involuntary response?
I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed. Her skin was flushed, and a sheen of sweat had broken out freshly upon her forehead. I wish I had ripped her dress off so that I could see her breasts, but I did not wish to stop when her expression was so blissful.
Her thighs began to tremble and then locked around my face.
I sucked hard and drove my fingers deeper inside her.
I curled them forward to feel the spongy tissue of her front wall.
Andie gave a gasp, and then she screamed.
Her voice did me in. Colors burst in my mind while the music of her pleasure washed over me.
As her channel pulsed rhythmically around my fingers, my cock exploded.
Ropes of cum streamed in an endless fountain of pulses.
I thrust my hips against the bedframe in time with my fingers, buried my nose and tongue deeper into her pussy as I sucked her through her peak.
I was an animal with no thought but pleasing his mate, pushing her screams louder and higher as the magic of her voice washed over my skin.
Bursts of color obscured my vision. I was so lost in my own pleasure I came close to biting her.
Eventually, she gasped and said, “Too much!” and pushed my head away. I eased back and looked up at her.
Andie had flopped backwards onto the bed, legs relaxed and dangling off the side.
She was lying on her back, eyes closed, one arm bent over her eyes, and the other above her head.
Legs parted, she looked completely, adorably spent.
The vulnerability of her position, on her back, spread before me, was something I never thought I would see.
Somehow, the trust she displayed meant even more to me than the pleasure I had just witnessed and felt.
I went to the sanitizing room and grabbed a towel. I returned to her and gently cleaned her up and wiped up my own mess. Cum was all over the side of my bed.
I wiped it off the bed and my cock and tucked myself back into my sheath.
I did not wipe my face. I wanted to keep the scent of her on me as long as possible.
It satisfied a possessive need inside me to smell her on me.
I gently picked her up, pulled back the covers on my bedcushions, and laid her down in my bed.
Another difference between the Ptexari and humans.
Humans experienced lethargy after sex. From the recordings I saw, they snuggled together and even fell asleep together afterwards.
It had been explained in the video that on workdays, they often mated at night and then slept all night together in the same bed.
Ptexari matings were usually a quick affair. We did not become tired afterward. If a female was in heat, she usually sought her male in the morning, when his erection was strongest. After the male ejaculated, they both cleaned up and went about their day.
I was not tired, but I knew that humans expected this cuddling after mating, called aftercare, and I was determined to treat my mate as she deserved.
I removed my skirt and crawled in bed with her and pulled her close to me.
She sleepily rolled over and threw an arm and a leg over me while resting her head on my chest. This was a new sensation for me, although not unpleasant.
Her warmth seeped into me. I buried my nose in her hair, content.
I closed my eyes and replayed our encounter in my mind - how wet she became, the noises that she made, her writhing and bucking.
I was hard again in short order, but would not bother her as she slipped deeper into slumber.
Eventually, my own breathing evened out, and I succumbed to sleep, gratified to have my mate in my arms, in my bed, for the first time. Hopefully, the first of many.