Chapter Four
IZU
Her hand at the back of my head was a command.
I obeyed, lowering my face to the cluster of heat and scent between her thighs.
The intricate architecture before me was bewildering in its complexity, layered petals rather than the simple port of Bozad females.
Nested folds glistened with moisture, parting slightly as she shifted beneath me, revealing hidden valleys and ridges unlike anything in my species.
There were dozens of ways to approach her unfamiliar body, but I chose the most direct: I opened my mouth wide, flattened my tongue, and licked her slowly from bottom to top.
She tasted sweet and salty, unlike anything I’d experienced before.
I paid attention to how she responded—her fingers tightening in my hair, her breathing changing, her body arching up.
I noticed the small, sensitive bud hidden in her folds swelling and her pulse quickening just beneath the skin.
I tried different patterns with my tongue—circles, flicks, pauses—watching what made her react most strongly. Then I moved to a gentle spiral motion around the edges of that sensitive spot, curious to see which technique would push her over the edge.
The effect was immediate and violent. Sadie bucked against my mouth, her thighs trembling as they clamped around my head.
I gripped her hips, pinning her to the mattress with just enough force to feel her struggle deliciously against my strength.
My tongue found that swollen, slick bud and circled it mercilessly, drinking in her wetness like nectar.
Each time she writhed, I pressed deeper, savoring her taste—salt and sweetness mingling into something addictive that made my cock throb painfully against the sheets.
I sealed my lips around her, sucking gently while my tongue flicked faster, harder, until I felt her entire body go rigid beneath me.
Her fingers dug into my scalp, nails scraping against my skin as she pulled me tighter against her core, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as she gasped my name in broken, desperate syllables.
She tightened her grip until my scalp tingled and forced my mouth even closer, like she thought I might stop.
There was a sound from her, a human sound I had never heard before—a keening, helpless and raw, the urgent terror of something breaking over with no means of self-restraint.
I realized in that instant that I wanted to be the cause of that sound a thousand more times.
I sealed my mouth around that peak, a gentle vacuum, and swept the tip of my tongue in a micro-oscillation calibrated to the exact frequency of her nerve-ending cluster. The sound she made went beyond language—if there was a word, the translation burned up on entry.
She climaxed.
Every muscle in her braced and flexed, then convulsed, thighs locked around my head so tight I lost peripheral vision for a second.
I felt her pulse jump against the underside of my tongue, the slick heat of her flooding over my lower jaw, and I drank it in like a hit of pure oxygen.
She didn’t let go; in fact, she drew me in harder, grinding herself against my face, shaking with aftershocks.
I went on, even as her noises turned to incoherent pleading.
“Okay, enough, enough, holy—” She splayed a palm on my forehead, tried to push me back, but I’d already mapped her body’s rules of escalation. I let her peel me away, a drag of breathless laughter trailing behind.
I lay there, chest hammering, waiting for shame, but her glassy eyes held only hunger.
A flush crept across her cheeks and chest, making her look more alive than ever.
We stayed still in aftershock until she yanked me up by the shirt, mouth finding mine.
The taste of her made her shiver; she bit and licked me in bursts of fierce delight.
When she caught her breath, she whispered, “Your turn.”
She slithered beneath me, tugging at my hips until my hardness was in her greedy hands. Thumbs traced my ridges, the head flexing toward her. Each stroke pulsed me, lust and experiment.
“Wow—that’s a lot,” she breathed, slick coating her palms.
I let my hips roll. “Too much?” I asked.
She laughed, pleasure tangled in her voice. “No. I just want to feel how it fits.” Pressing me to her cheek, she sized me up, then dared, “Show me how it works, Karel. Don’t stop.”
It was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up between her thighs, the ridged crown of my cock catching against her entrance before slipping deeper between those velvet folds.
The first touch of that molten heat nearly short-circuited my neural pathways.
I eased forward, my considerable girth stretching her, watching her lips part in a silent gasp as I claimed her inch by exquisite inch.
The ridges along my shaft pulsed and flexed, designed to pleasure from within, each one catching against her most sensitive spots as I pressed deeper.
Sadie’s nails raked fire down my back as she arched beneath me, her body tensing around my intrusion.
I stopped, muscles trembling with restraint, drinking in the sight of her—flushed skin, pupils blown wide with desire, chest heaving.
For one heartbeat she was perfectly still, then her expression transformed—ecstasy breaking across her features like a wave as a sound escaped her throat, a laugh and a moan of surrender.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, voice thick with need, “it’s—oh god—don’t stop, just—slow, please?”
I nodded, pushing forward with excruciating patience, feeling her body yield and claim me all at once. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me was beyond language—beyond worlds. No simulation, nothing in a decade of Bozad experience mapped onto the intricate, living grip of this human woman.
My body responded with an involuntary snap of my hips, the urge to rut and conquer barely held in check by the desperate need not to hurt her. I let her wait, tension building everywhere, while Sadie arched up to meet my every fraction of a centimeter.
It should have been too much, but she was greedy—no, determined. Her jaw twitched, lips going from tight to parted, breath rushing in time with my hips.
The ridges on my cock did what they’d evolved to do—expanded just enough, locked in, then flexed in tiny, rhythmic pulses as I bottomed out.
Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but from the glassy look in her eyes, Sadie was ruined for anything else.
She moaned, loud, head thrown back against the pillows.
“Shit—oh, Karel—just like—oh hell—” She couldn’t even finish, the words breaking up against the impact as I set a slow, relentless rhythm.
I could feel every twitch in her body, the way she squeezed me, and when I slowed to linger at the edge, she clawed at my shoulders. “Don’t tease—don’t—oh, just—more.”
I pressed in harder, reconfiguring the pulsing ridges a split second before each thrust.