Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
FENRIK
W hile Tracy had said she wanted everything, I wasn’t sure if now was the right time to tell her that I’d been able to smell her arousal over the last few weeks. Recently, it had gone from being every once in a while, especially when I was shirtless, to being constant. While it was doing wonders for my ego, other than the few kisses we’d shared, it hadn’t progressed any further. Now that I had a better understanding as to why, I could at least try.
We sat beside each other, Tracy with her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her cuticles. I wasn’t sure what to say. Intimacy wasn’t usually discussed at this level. We were both ready to go but nervous to start.
“Do you want to touch me?” I asked hesitantly.
Immediately, Tracy drew a finger up one of my tusks, then the other. They were new to her, so it made sense for her to be curious about them, but she didn’t stop there. She traced a single finger across my lower lip, causing a shudder to slip down my spine.
“Is this okay? Your lips are very soft.” She traced my upper lip.
“So are yours.” I pulled my lips into a smile.
“Do you want to do more kissing?” She paused her exploration.
“I would very much like to continue kissing. I find this human custom of pressing lips together fascinating,” I teased.
The last time we kissed, it just happened. Now that we discussed it, figuring out how to start seemed much harder. My tusks felt much too large, and my tongue suddenly felt dry as a bone. But Tracy seemed sure as she used my tusks to pull me down to her before pressing her lips against mine. Then all concern about how to do this right flew out of my head. I remembered this. This felt amazing. Tracy didn’t just stop at placing her lips on mine. She used her tongue to trace along the seam of my mouth, so I parted for her. She snaked her tongue in, exploring my mouth. She dragged her soft tongue along my textured one, causing my whole body to light up with want. I tangled my tongue with hers, attempting to explore every part of her mouth. She was so soft everywhere. I slid my tongue across her tiny, blunted teeth and the inside of her cheeks. A small moan escaped her.
I wanted her closer. I wanted to touch more of her. We were still sitting beside each other, our hands in our respective laps. I would be able to kiss so much more of her if we were facing each other completely, but I didn’t want to push her. I pulled away.
“Can I… can I put my hands around your waist?” I asked.
“How about something a little more?”
I nodded vigorously, wondering what she had in mind.
She flung her leg over my lap, straddling my waist, and devoured my lips, threading her fingers through my hair. While it was unexpected and amazing to have her petite frame so close to mine, I was very aware that she would be able to feel my arousal in this position, and I didn’t want to frighten her.
I pulled back for a moment. “I… um… I can’t control my cock when we are kissing.”
“I would be offended if you could.” She grinned and ground against my lap.
Well, that was one less thing to worry about.
“Do you like this?”
“More. I want more.” There wasn’t another thought in my head. I wanted to sink into her, knot and all. And have her bear my young. Fuck, what was I thinking? Going slow with Tracy was going to test every ounce of my willpower.
“Then you’ll have more,” she teased.
“Are you sure?” I cocked my head to the side, studying her. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her lips were swollen from our enthusiastic kissing.
“I don’t know if I will be able to stop once we start.” She kissed me again. “That’s what always got me in trouble back home. I was never satisfied.”
“Can I—can I see your chest? Would me teasing your nipples feel good?”
Tracy blinked at me.
“Um… I don’t actually know. But I am comfortable with trying?” she said, flushing a deeper shade of pink.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I want to try everything with you, and I know some of it will be new.” I pulled her in for another kiss.
She reached up, slid the straps of her pink dress down to expose her chest. It was as perfect as I had imagined it. Her breasts were pert and small and even paler than the rest of her, each tipped with pebbled pink nipples. I wanted to take each one of them into my mouth and suckle on her until she screamed. Was that something humans did? She seemed unfamiliar with the idea but open to it.
“These are perfect. You are perfect.” I trailed a finger down from her collarbone to the tip of her hardened nipple. Tracy let out a gasp. “Did that feel good?”
She nodded vigorously but said nothing as I continued to tease at her nipple with my thumb. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating and growing by the second. I massaged both of her breasts and dragging my thumbs back and forth across her nipples, earning me another moan.
I brought my mouth to one of Tracy’s nipples and flicked my tongue across it before suckling it as if I could draw milk from her. It was perfect and delicious, and I wanted to devour her whole. The taste of her skin was like a drug that I could never get enough of. As I sucked at her nipple, I felt Tracy stiffen and then arch her chest into me. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me closer. Oh, she liked this. I continued to torment her one nipple with my tongue before switching to the next.
“Fenrik, that feels…” She stopped, unable to complete her thought with me latched on her nipple.
I laved at her stiff peaks, dragging my tongue up and down as she shuddered beneath me. I pulled back and tweaked each of her nipples gently between my thumbs and forefingers, causing her to look at me wide-eyed, mouth in a perfect O.
“Is this too much?” I asked.
“No—no. I… holy bananas, I had no idea I could get so turned on by someone playing with those.”
I had no idea what bananas were, but she seemed pleased, so I returned my mouth to her chest, tonguing each of her nipples thoroughly.
“Can I—can I touch you?” she asked breathlessly.
I released her breast with a pop, looking up at her blue eyes. “Wherever you want,” I said, voice husky.
She reached down between us and stroked the length of my cock over my pants. She dragged her fingers up and down, learning the size of me, and her eyes widened again.
“Most of my experience has been with my ex’s penis before, but… I would very much like to see yours,” she said.
The hitch in her voice nearly killed me. I wanted to strangle the man who had done this to her.
TRACY
I’d played with my own nipples when I was young. My mom always slapped my hand away, telling me it was inappropriate. I was barely a pre-teen. Gabe never really paid attention to my nipples, happy to massage my breasts to suit his own needs. Fenrik’s attention made me feel like I would combust at any moment. Could a person come from nipple play alone? I had no idea. What I did know was that I was dripping wet and wanted more. I’d never even experienced wetness like this. Gabe and I had used lube, which I hated. It made me feel like I was riding a slip-and-slide.
I reached my hands between us and started to unlace Fenrik’s pants. I wasn’t sure where we’d stop, but I didn’t care. I wanted more and more of him. I shoved his pants down, pulling out his cock between us. Definitely not a human cock. I leaned back to get a good look at it. It was a darker green than the rest of his skin. It was textured, with a pattern that almost looked braided and a large bulge at the base. I wondered how that would fit. I stroked my fingers along the ridges of his cock, learning it. It was huge. Though it was much larger than I was used to, I was ready and willing. Maybe we would have to work up to it?
I dragged my fingers up and down the braided ridges, earning me a groan from Fenrik. He also appeared to be uncircumcised, which I guess made sense but was new to me. I wondered what it might be like to lick his foreskin but reined myself in. We needed to take this slow. But then the quiet part in the back of my brain said, why? Why do I need to take this slow? There was no one here to judge me for riding Fenrik until I came screaming his name.
I wrapped my hand around his textured cock, my fingers unable to meet due to his girth. I pumped him up and down, surprised to find the extra skin meant I could easily give him a hand job without lube. I found myself salivating. A hand job would not be enough. I stroked down his cock again, pulling the foreskin back to expose his leaking tip, looking at him to gauge his reaction. Fenrik looked at me, slack-jawed.
“Are you sure you are comfortable touching me like this? Because I assure you, if you continue you are going to have a mess all over your hands.”
“Very sure,” I responded, keeping my fingers wrapped around his length. “I think I’ve proven I can handle a little mess.” I smirked.
I wondered briefly if I could fit his cock in my mouth. I continued stroking him while pulling him into a kiss. We devoured each other. I wanted to know where we could go with this, and my brain was telling me all the way , but I was trying to keep myself in check. I nibbled at his lips while I dragged my hand up and down his shaft, relishing the textured feel of his hot skin under my hand. These ridges would feel amazing during sex. I wanted him to fuck me now. There was no one here to tell me it was against God’s will or whatever the fuck excuse they made for keeping women pure. Fenrik pulled away from our kiss.
“Can I—can I touch you as well?” he asked uncertainly.
I had never had someone use their hands on me there . I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I trusted Fenrik. I nodded vigorously, wondering what was in store. He continued to kiss my neck and jaw as he pushed up my dress. I had no underwear on because I only had the one pair I’d arrived in—I’d stopped bothering. He slid his hand all the way up my thigh, gently dragging his fingers along my curls.
Part of my brain was yelling at me to be embarrassed by having pubic hair and being dripping wet. The other part of me told me to lean into it. He wouldn’t have asked to do this if he didn’t want to. I kissed Fenrik, trying to calm the riot in my head. Fenrik reached my dripping folds and drew a finger up and down them, causing me to squirm in his lap. He used his fingers to split me open, finding my clit easily. I gasped as he brushed against it.
“Does that feel good?”
“It feels… good and too much all at once,” I said, my voice wavering.
“Okay, I can make this work.” He continued stroking me.
He circled my clit without touching it directly, causing me to light up in ways I didn’t know were possible. Fenrik gently circled my clit with his thumb and then pressed two fingers into me, and I let out a gasp. He pumped his fingers in and out of me while continuing to circle my clit. I felt as if I would lose consciousness from the pleasure. The attention to my clit while filling me with his fingers was enough to bring me to the brink. I’d never orgasmed with a partner, which I assumed was normal. Yet here I was, on the edge, with only Fenrik’s fingers.
“Fenrik, it’s too much—” I gasped.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No—er—whoa, no. Don’t stop.” My brain was scrambled by the onslaught of sensations.
Fenrik continued delving into me with his thick fingers, all while circling my clit with his thumb. I couldn’t control my panting as he worked me, feeling as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. Then, all of a sudden, all of my muscles locked down, and I was coming and coming and coming.
“What have you done to me, Fenrik?” I slurred, drunken on my own pleasure.
“I’m tending to your needs,” he said simply, without changing the rhythm or the motion he was using on my clit and wet channel.
My vision blurred as I came, unable to deal with the freight train of pleasure that was barreling into me. I gasped for air as Fenrik brought me down, holding me gently, as if he knew this was an entirely new experience for me.