Chapter 13
Atem
Atem closed the distance between them in two large, ground eating steps.
He took Peony’s face in hand, leaned over her, and captured her lips.
Picking up where they had been interrupted.
He wasted no time in thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Starting a battle that she didn't shy from, clutching his wrists as she stood up on her toes.
Tiny, soft, delicious alien.
Was she real? She seemed too beautiful. Too sweet. Too perfect. Surely, this female was the result of a hallucination brought about by blood loss and fever from infected wounds.
But if she wasn't real, he never wanted to wake.
Without breaking their kiss, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. To his delight, she wasted no time in locking her legs around his waist. Her arms around his neck. She clung to him, pressing her soft breasts into his chest, making him growl with approval.
He didn't hesitate to walk her towards the captain's chair.
He lowered his hands, unwinding her legs so he could sit down.
She immediately placed her knees on either side of his thighs, not breaking her mouth from his as she pushed her fingers back into his hair.
He ran his hands up the soft skin of her thighs, under her borrowed shirt, to her rounded hips.
How was she so delicate? Both of them had skin – instead of scales or feathers or fur – but it was like comparing the smoothness of silk to the toughness of leather. She was a fantasy made flesh. Every aspect of her a seductive temptation.
How was she even real?
She rubbed herself against him, practically purring as the heat of her bare cunt brushed against the bulge of his pants.
He growled when she pulled away. He grabbed her waist, intending to yank her back, but she scooted her bottom down until it was resting on his knees, escaping his hold. She stared into his lap, biting her lip, a trace of nervousness on her face.
His eyes darted quickly between her expression and his cock, realizing after a second what the problem was. He smirked.
“Would you like to see first?” He asked, reaching for the fastener on his camocloth pants. The button created a seal that annealed the edges of it together in a seemingly seamless manner. When he pressed it and twisted, the seal released, the waist loosening as they opened at the front.
Though he couldn't imagine what might be causing her concern, he forced his heated blood to cool as she slowly reached through the opening of his pants.
But the moment he felt the sweet, tentative squeeze of her soft fingers on his shaft, he stopped caring and he hissed, claws digging into the arm of the chair.
She gave him a playful smirk, but it was brief before she again focused on his cock.
He looked down as well, trying to see it through unfamiliar eyes. It was difficult, considering it had been his all his life, but...
The triangular flared head led into progressively smaller ridges down the front and back of his cock, creating a point down the shaft.
The base widened into a thick bulb that throbbed with his heartbeat.
It wasn't a true knot like other species had, but it would swell to trap the majority of his seed inside his female, though he wouldn’t be locked inside her like a true knot would.
Though, to him, it was an ordinary cock, he could appreciate that every sexually reproductive species had their own rendition of similar equipment. Judging by the way Peony's eyes widened, her males did not have the same configuration.
Her fingers, ever so delicately, teased the sensitive ridges as she ran them down the slightly rougher skin in fascination.
She stroked along the pseudoknot, mumbling something under her breath that, while he didn't understand, was filled with awe.
Then, she began doing something odd, making a series of strange gestures.
Holding her hand out flat beside the shaft, then circling her fingers around first the head, then the base.
Her fingers didn't touch in either attempt.
He realized, probably a bit late, that she was measuring his cock. With nothing else to compare it to, she was using her hand as an instrument. Judging by the surprise and wonder on her face, he was far bigger than she was accustomed to seeing.
Before he could wonder if that might possibly be a bad thing – if her cunt was too small, the size would be painful instead of pleasurable – she lifted her gaze back to his and it was filled with hunger.
Her hand captured his cock, stroking it firmly, with intent, as she leaned over him again.
She whispered something in his ear that could have been a dry recitation of the Omoni Otorsi for all he knew, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever heard.
“You've seen what I have. Now show me yours,” he ordered gruffly, grabbing for the hem of her clothing and jerking it up and over her head.
The borrowed shirt had only done so much to hide her from his eyes, but the images his imagination conjured were nothing compared to the reality of the soft waves of her body.
From the heavy weight of her breasts tipped with rosy, hardened nipples, to the dip in at her waist, then into the flare of her hips, to the cute roundness of her belly into the thickness of her thighs, she was perfect.
And between those thighs that he clutched tight in his palm, spreading her just a little wider, was the glistening seam of her wet sex.
The slit was fully bare but for a little tuft of fur at the top that matched that on her head.
It was adorable and oh, so tempting. He wanted to run his tongue along that seam until he found her whole, then spread her wide and fuck it with his tongue and fingers and cock and tail like the deviant he didn’t realize he was.
She was biting her lip, her face beautifully pink again, but she made no attempt to cover her body. Like she had investigated him, she gave him leave to explore her.
He didn't waste any time.
Keeping one hand at her waist, holding onto her so she didn't pull away, he slid the fingers of his other hand down her slit.
The wetness made him shudder in delighted relief.
Not all species had females that self-lubricated.
Since his cock didn't provide lubrication, if she was one of those, he would have had to find some artificial lube to use instead and that would have meant separating from her now.
He thought it would be easier to cut his own tail off.
But not only was she self-lubricating, she was nearly dripping with it.
The heat of her channel was like fire, the cream she created allowing his finger – his claws retracted as far as they could go – to easily slide inside.
The muscles within clenched down on the digit, pulling a groan from his lips as he thrust it inside her like he wanted to do with his cock.
Honored ancestors, she was tight though. He understood how she felt looking at the size of his shaft when he considered her tightness around just one finger. He wondered if she could even take him, but as he forced a second finger inside, she moaned, shuddered, and began to stretch.
Atem thanked her ancestors for that.
As he was fucking her with his fingers, luxuriating in her tiny, panting moans and whimpers, watching as she rocked her hips and rolled her belly, like it was the last thing he would ever enjoy, she began to grind herself down. Not on his fingers as he would have expected, but against his palm.
His palm made contact with the top of her cunt, and she bit back a cry, trembling as though a jolt of electricity shot through her body.
Interesting...
Atem pulled his fingers free from her cunt, a cry of despair slipping from her lips. But he remained focused. His slick fingers moved upward, curiously seeking whatever he had accidentally touched. The moment he found it again, she stiffened over him, panting and whimpering like she was in heat.
His fingers traced through the delicate flesh, finding, after some trial and error to get the motions right, that a tiny nub at the top of her slit apparently acted a button for her pleasure. Right there on the outside of her body.
How convenient was that? A self-lubricating, intensely tight channel capable of stretching, filled with a burning heat and a sweet nectar, and a button on her outside that he could massage at his leisure to bring her a jolt of pleasure.
It was like her entire body had been designed for sex and sensuality.
And that body was his now.