Selvanar
Tonight, since I am not ravaged by exhaustion after fleeing from an owl, it is much harder to fall asleep. I had delicious food of a wide variety, and that “orange juice” was divine. And now, I can’t stop thinking about Trisha’s smiling face.
Not to mention that I miss my home. This human place is not my place. Trisha turned off her phone to help with my electronics allergy, but I can still feel the vibration in the walls, as well as the hum of the “wai-fai.”
Since I can’t sleep, I attend to my personal needs, then use the edge of one of the socks Trisha gave me to wipe up my spend. But still, I’m wide awake, and soon it’s nearly morning.
My body is hungry. Trisha, that pretty creature… I think she is what I’m craving. A truly mysterious feeling to be drawn so much to a human, and I’m not sure what to make of it.
I climb up onto the bed, then survey her sleeping. Again, she’s cast her blankets aside, leaving her in only a nightgown. The bottom hem has already risen to her thighs, and her legs are spread apart. Underneath, she is completely bare.
Perhaps I just pleased myself, but my cock perks up immediately at this sight. I thought humans wore undergarments, but perhaps not when they sleep.
I creep closer between her thighs, until I am only inches away from her warm center.
Here, her brown skin is even darker, and curly black hair decorates the mound of her pelvis and the folds of her cunt.
I lick my chops at just the scent. Like a fairy would, she has a clitoris, which is large and pronounced—and I long to touch it, to taste it.
I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
Before I can stop myself, I fist my hands in her curly hair and lick. Heavens, she tastes marvelous, and the fragrance has already made me hard and thick between the legs. I lick again, and underneath my hands, Trisha twitches.
Now I’m gripping her clit, and I put my whole mouth on it. I can’t get enough. One of my hands ventures down of its own accord, exploring her soft folds until it finds an opening. There. It’s big enough for my whole hand, so I fit my fist inside while I suck on the clit in front of me.
Trisha’s breath is coming faster, and her thighs tense to either side of me.
There is an even smaller bud on her clit that I tease with my tongue, all while slipping my arm deeper into her.
The texture of her canal is interesting, soft and pulsing yet ribbed.
I’m sure that if I were her size—or she were mine—it would feel marvelous around my cock.
“What is that?” I hear her say in a breathy voice. I suck whole-heartedly on her clit, and this time, Trisha moans in response. I shove my arm deeper, and she clenches tightly around it. “Oh! Who’s there?”
“It is I,” I call out to her from under her nightgown, as I don’t like the worried tone in her voice. “Selvanar.”
I likely should not have done this, but I couldn’t resist. And now that I’m here, I don’t want to stop.
“Selvanar?!” She freezes, as if she’s afraid of squashing me. “What are you doing?”
“Well, hopefully pleasing you.” I give her clit another experimental lick, and she inhales sharply. “Does it feel all right?”
“Y-yes,” she says uncertainly. “I just didn’t expect… whatever it is you’re doing.”
I spread my hand inside her, feeling along her channel with my fingers. She gasps again and her body tenses.
“Is it a welcome or unwelcome surprise?” I ask, my other hand smoothing over her clit while I talk. “I will stop, if you want.”
“I mean, maybe you should have asked beforehand.” But she doesn’t move or push me away. “But… it’s really nice.”
Nice? That is not generally what a male wants to hear. Annoyed, I bring her clitoris into my mouth again and suck hard, my tongue playing with that tiny bump. This is the most sensitive part of an already-sensitive part, and her reaction is my reward. She moans again, her hips jolting.
“Wow, that’s great.”
There we go. This is what I’m looking for.
I speed up with my mouth while my hand explores deeper. I run my palm along the top of her channel, searching for what might really rile her up. Trisha’s thighs shake to either side of me.
“Oh, amazing,” she mutters, and so I pet her in that same spot, passing my hand over it again and again while I suck and lick. She lets out a quiet cry, probably attempting not to wake up her sister, and I am a little disappointed that I can’t make her scream.
All it takes is another two minutes of feverishly lapping at her and petting her inside before Trisha is chanting my name.
“Selvanar, that’s so wonderful, please, please—”
I’m not sure what she’s begging for, as I am not about to stop anytime soon, but I pump my hand faster and suck on her harder, and quite suddenly, her soft canal clamps down tight around me, so tight I almost can’t move my arm.
A muffled cry fills the room and then liquid spills out of her throbbing cunt, trickling down my side.
Even her clit is pulsing as she climaxes, and I’m immensely gratified by this outcome.
Gently, I pull my arm free, and Trisha sinks into the bed.
“Whoa,” she mutters, and I float up so I can land on her belly. Her beautiful face angles toward mine, and her lips turn up in a lazy smile. “That was pretty incredible, Selvanar.”
I smirk as pride rushes through me. “I’m glad I could please you.”