Theo #3
I moved the edge of my knuckle slowly towards her center, my finger dipping into a wet set of lips.
She gasped, her breaths suddenly uneven.
There was a bump there, and when I moved my thumb to it and pressed down, her entire body yanked off the tree as she cried out in the forest. What a perfect, convenient little button.
I grabbed a leg and hoisted it over my shoulder to give myself better access, the view still hidden by her dress.
As much as I wanted to see her fully exposed, I was happy to navigate by touch for now.
“Don’t forget your job. Tell me how it feels.”
“Amazing,” she whined, her hips rolling against my palm.
My fingers spread across her belly as my thumb played with the fun spot I’d found. I watched as her face twisted, her mouth gaping as her head rolled to the side in pleasure. She was so expressive. I was happy to know these facial expressions were for me. For only me.
“Theo, it feels so good.”
“What does it feel like, darling? Tell me.”
“Like—like I’m tensing. Fuck. My god.”
“Oh, Vivian. Are you about to come for me already?” Another one of my hands reached past where I was petting, finding the source of the wetness coating my hand. “Because if you are, I want to feel it.”
I plunged a finger into her pussy as my other hand continued its work.
And she fucking screamed. Her core tightened its grip for a moment, before it began pulsing.
Her cum dripped over my knuckles. I pumped in and out of her, still pressing against the little button that had wound her up for her release.
“No,” she panted.
“No?” I stopped everything I was doing, sobering up quickly.
“Don’t touch my clit right now. Too sensitive.”
Oh. The name of my new favorite button? Her “clit”. I removed my thumb and she relaxed. Noted. No stimulating her clit after she comes.
I positioned a second finger at her opening. It was a tight fit, but her excitement helped squeeze me in. Her grip on my head tightened as she let out a noise that was more beast than person.
“My gods, you’re tight,” I murmured.
She felt so different from any female I’d ever been with. Her core was smooth but ridged. I reflected that there wasn’t much room to move around as I wiggled my fingers.
Another scream.
I looked up at her hungrily. There was more than one epicenter to her pleasure, and all I had to do was hook two fingers, as if beckoning her to come to me. How appropriate.
“Theo, oh my god.”
“Feels good?” I purred.
“I can’t take it.” She writhed against the tree.
“You can and you will.” My hands that held her waist gripped tighter, pushing her into the trunk to hold her still.
“I can’t—”
“Come for me, Vivian.”
“Theo, I—”
“You can do it, darling.”
“Fuck!”
Another wave of pulsing choked my fingers, her body struggling against my hold as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I rubbed the wetness that came from her into the skin of her upper thigh, bathing her in the cum I was about to lick off her body.
Vivian’s thrashing was quickly slowing, her body turning to putty in my hands. Little did she know this was only her warm-up. If she wanted a quick orgasm, she’d have to find another species, because Quadmos were greedy lovers.
“You’re doing so well,” I praised, withdrawing a hand to grab her ankle. “But you aren’t done.”
With ease, I lifted her second leg over my other shoulder, supporting her bottom with my palms. I loved the way she filled my hands.
Using my upper arms, I lifted her dress over my head, closing my eyes and suffocating myself in her pheromones.
My tongue found the first drop of excitement by her knee and traced its path up her inner thigh.
Sweet and slightly tart, just like the berries in her field. But more potent. Addictive.
“Your tongue is rough,” she moaned, grabbing the back of my head through the fabric.
“All of me is.”
I reached two arms out of her dress and pulled her breasts free of the low neckline, tracing her nipples with my ribbed thumbs to get my point across.
All four hands full of her curves, I reveled in how pleasing she was to hold onto as my tongue lapped at her inner thigh.
We’d made quite the mess, and I always cleaned up after myself.
It made me a good hitman, bartender, and lover.
Once her thighs were rid of her cum, I rubbed my cheek against the fur of her pussy, marking myself. She whimpered and rolled her hips against my jaw. So eager to be eaten after losing our little chase.
“Will you lick me there… please?”
How polite of her to ask. And how could I say no?
My tongue fell out of my mouth, and I delved into her lips.
Shivers ran down my back. No taste would ever compare.
I tried minding my sharp teeth as I licked her cunt repeatedly, exploring what my eyes were yet to see with my tongue.
She wasn’t twitching uncomfortably in response to the licks, so I focused my tongue’s attention on her clit.
I let go of one breast and snaked my arm back under her dress, pushing two fingers inside of her warmth.
“Every drop of your cum is going directly onto my tongue for the rest of the night.” I murmured against her fur.
“The rest of the night?” Her voice was breathless.
“I won’t be finished with you until you pass out, darling.”
“But… our stuff? The protective charms.”
“I dare something to come anywhere near you tonight.” I snarled at the idea. “I’m going back to licking your cunt now, and all I want to hear is how good it feels. Save your breaths, Little Goddess. You’re going to need them.”