Chapter 7 #2
The temptation was too much, I climbed onto the silky soft furs, my short leather dress riding up when I scooted up.
Zsekhet’s eyes were on my thighs but they flicked over my hips, my breasts, and settled on my face when I froze in place.
I didn’t move to pull the hemline back down, allowing him to gaze at the shadowy gap between my thighs, hinting at what lay there.
Would he like what he saw if I pulled my skirt up more?
He raised the feather to my face again, gently stroking it along my cheek and along my jawline.
I closed my eyes, letting that touch be the only thing I focused on.
It feathered down my neck, stroking along the slopes of my breasts and I groaned, that felt good.
Nerves I’d forgotten existed roared to life with sensation, my nipples growing to stiff peaks in an instant.
Live wires of heat arrowed down from the tips to my core.
I’d forgotten what it was like to be aroused, but this felt good. This felt right.
I lifted my hands to the straps of my dress and pulled them down, exposing my breasts to the air and Zsekhet’s eager eyes.
He groaned at the sight, his free hand going to his groin to press against the center there.
His cock, which according to the mated girls, had a dual tip like their tongue.
I was shocked by how strongly I desired to see it, so I waved my hand at him, “Show me.”
When he instantly dropped his hand from his groin to reveal the slightly gaping slit, I realized it was kinda nice that he could understand me.
The bifurcated tip was pressing out, two finger-thick tips that writhed in the air, followed by a thick, veined erection, covered by the tiniest of scales.
It was shimmering golden, but the hue was slightly darker towards the tips and white precum was already beading on them.
He was rearing to go, and all he’d seen was my boobs, that did a girl’s ego good.
I smiled, feeling it stretch against my cheeks as I shimmied my skirt higher and spread my legs for him.
He could look, and that feather could touch, but that was it.
I didn’t even need to say that out loud, I knew he knew the rules.
He swirled the feather over my breasts, teasing the tips, then skated it from my knee up to my core, flicking it firmly over my still panty-covered clit.
He kept flicking his tongue out to draw in my scent, my taste.
His expression was heated and pleasure-filled.
His golden cheekbones were flushed with color, darkening the scales in two stripes along his face.
And with his fist, he palmed his cock to give it rough strokes.
I watched him stroke himself, fascinated by the way his dual cock head kept curling against his fist. No wonder the mated girls were so happy, that cock had to feel amazing inside.
It was almost enough to tempt me to cross the line and find out if he was my mate or not.
But the idea that I might discover that truth was still too scary so I focused on my own pleasure, on the feather insistently stroking along my clit in a maddening rhythm.
Was a feather enough pressure to let me come? I didn’t think so, but I was happy to let him prove me wrong. I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold back the moans that wanted to escape. Heat spiraled tighter and tighter, and then it exploded. An orgasm rushed through me like an avalanche.
I was shocked by the intense pleasure, which caught me so quickly.
It had been a long time, so long that this felt new, different.
This felt like a part of me was coming alive that I had forgotten existed, the part I’d put into deep storage the day I’d been taken hostage.
I felt warm, alive, and for the first time I felt like I had made it.
I’d made it out of there, survived, and I’d make it on this planet too.
Meeting Zsekhet’s eyes, I was shocked to discover that a man could look both passionate and tender at the same time.
I lowered my eyes along his chest, taking in the black leather bands that crisscrossed it, emphasizing his muscles.
The glint of golden bars through his nipples, and the hint of a gold chain that circled his narrow waist above a belt with pouches and knives.
His cock rose proud and fierce below that, his fist working roughly to stroke himself.
I licked my lips at the sexy sight. The fact that it was my scent, and the sight of my body, that had him this excited was playing havoc with my mind.
Already, I felt myself craving another orgasm.
Another round of those feather touches along my skin to remind myself that I was a flesh-and-blood woman, and I could feel pleasure if I wanted it.
The girls at Haven had giggled about the special properties of Naga seed, how it made them go into a kind of ‘heat’ if they consumed it.
I wondered if I’d react the same way to those tempting pale drops clinging to the tips of his cock.
It certainly smelled good, rich like a savory dish but with a hint of sweetness.
It made my mouth water to find out what it was like on my tongue, but I reeled myself back from those thoughts.
No, not yet, maybe not ever. I wasn’t going to let myself get lost in passion.
“Show me,” I encouraged Zsekhet, just to let him know that I liked what I saw.
He raised the feather, now damp from between my legs, and brought it to his mouth.
It was extremely erotic to see him flick his tongue out to taste the hints of my come on the silky surface.
His heartfelt groan and full-body shudder were even hotter.
He was close, his fist moving even faster.
“Hey, Cosima? Are you in here?” Naomi’s cheerful voice interrupted the moment and I wanted to curse.
I scrambled from the desk, straightening my clothing in a rush.
Zsekhet, the poor man, groaned and snatched the nearest fur up to hold in front of him.
With a last challenging look, he held up the feather in front of his face, and then made a show of tucking it behind the band of leather over his heart.
He darted from the room without another word, right as Naomi hobbled inside with a crutch beneath one arm.
She gasped in surprise, looking over her shoulder to stare after him, “Woah, I didn’t realize you had company.
” She grinned at me and a blush heated my cheeks, did she know what we’d been up to in here?
My panties were a wet, squishy mess between my legs, but she couldn’t see that.
When I glanced at the last furs on the desk, and the mess of papers on the floor, I groaned too.
Damn, there was just no way Naomi could interpret this as anything else.
Still, I snatched up the top fur and held it against my chest, hoping she hadn’t seen the wet stain blatantly at its center.