Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
brUX
The human sticks her tongue out at me again, ever playful, and flounces off my lap.
Melody takes two steps backward, still facing me, and then pulls off her plain tunic. Underneath it she wears something that looks like a band of material with two straps over her shoulders. She shimmies out of this next, and then she’s wearing nothing but her boots and trou.
Melody is utterly beautiful. She’s not perfect, of course. There are old scars that trace white lines across her skin, but as long as they’re old, I don’t care about them. What I do care about is that her body is filled out, her ribs no longer visible when she moves. Her breasts are small but full, with large pink nipples tipping them. She’s not just as I remember, and I’m so glad. She looks healthy and strong and not nearly as fragile.
She smiles at me, then kicks off her boots. She slides her trou down her legs, removing them and the undergarment she wears underneath. Here, the scars of her captivity are more evident—lines crisscross her legs in ugly stripes, and there are a few puckered scars that dent her skin where there shouldn’t be dents. The cruelty of her old master becomes even more evident. I remember bruises covering her pasty-pale skin, but I don’t think I realized just how awful things had been for her. “Are all those five years old?”
She nods, slapping her flank to make it jiggle. “Some older. Don’t fuss.”
Don’t fuss. As if I can forget what happened to her. I glance up, meet her gaze. “Did he rape you?”
“No. That’s about the only thing I’m grateful for. That old bastard treated me like a dog. Kicked me, hit me, didn’t feed me, made me sleep out in the rain, kept me collared, you name it. Just didn’t rape me. I don’t think he saw me as a person. Shit, I hope he didn’t see me as a person, because I can’t imagine treating anyone that way.”
I grunt. I shouldn’t be glad, but I am. It doesn’t change how I feel in this moment, but I know that scars on the outside heal quicker than scars on the inside.
She moves forward, stepping between my knees, and puts her hands on my face, cupping my heavy jaw again. “You know you can touch me now, right?”
Oh, I know. I tug her into my arms, settling her so she’s so close that the tips of her breasts are within reach. I don’t have to duck much to take the tip of one breast into my mouth. I cup it with my fingers, letting the nipple play against my lips. It immediately hardens and she sucks in a breath, her hands going to my shorn head and moving against my scalp before settling on the stumps of my horns. “Okay to touch you here?”
“Touch me anywhere,” I tell her, then nuzzle her breast again. Kef, she smells sweet. The metal she works with lingers on her skin, adding an edge to her otherwise delicate scent. She also smells human, with the tinge of sweat and soap and femininity that comprise the unique blend of her. I drag my tongue over her skin, wanting to devour that delicious scent of hers. “I could eat you up.”
“Please do.” She sounds breathless, her fingers going to my ears and stroking the outer edge. “You know I could touch you all over, right? Every time I do, it makes me crazy to think about how soft your skin is. Touching you is like petting the softest velvet. I want to just stroke you for hours.”
Her words send a bolt of heat straight to my cock. Biting back a groan, I lavish attention on her breast, tonguing and teasing her nipple until it’s flushed a deep shade and the tip is taut. I move to the other breast, giving it equal affection, my thumb toying with the other to ensure both get the same amount of consideration. As I play with her breasts, her breathing turns rapid, and she makes little sounds in the back of her throat. The scent of her arousal grows thick in the air, and I ignore it, wanting to focus on her breasts until she says otherwise.
Until she whimpers. It’s the sweetest, neediest little sound, and it makes me crazy. I lift my head, tonguing one nipple one last time as our eyes meet. “I want to touch your cunt.”
“I want that, too.”
“Spread your legs for me, then.” I flick her nipple with my thumb once more, then skim my hands down to her hips.
Melody shifts her stance, her legs parting, and then the glorious scent of her fills the room. Ah, kef me. She’s so keffing wet. I’m drowning in her arousal. With a growl of pleasure, I put my hand between her thighs, cupping the vee of her sex against my palm. She’s got a tuft of hair here, a darker shade than the sunlit yellow on her head. The texture is different, too, and when I drag my thumb through the curls there, her scent grows even thicker.
“Gonna finger you,” I tell her thickly. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”
She nods, leaning forward and pressing my face to her breasts again. Feels like perfection to nestle my face between those two soft mounds, even as my fingers stroke along the wet seam of her cunt. I part her folds with one finger, dragging back and forth to get her used to my touch. Melody talks a big game, but I want to be careful with her, just in case. We had sex in the past, sure, but neither of us were in the right headspace then. I need this time to be perfect. I need this time to be so mind-blowing, so amazing, that neither of us thinks about that night ever again.
Slowly, I stroke a finger through the folds of her wet cunt and find the entrance to her body. I circle my finger at her opening and then gently nudge it inside her. She’s wet and tight and hot, and that combination does crazy things to my cock. I’m harder than a rock, even as I’m more determined than ever to go slow. So keffing slow.
“My clit,” she breathes, shifting her weight as I push deeper into her. “Need you to touch my clit.”
That could be a human thing. That could also be why she didn’t come last time. Perhaps this is the key to unlocking her pleasure. “Show me.”
Melody squeezes her thighs together around my hand, even as she takes my other one and guides it between her legs. I hold my breath as she guides my fingers to the apex of her folds, to a tiny bump of flesh that is easily missed. “Rub the sides of this. Not directly. Just the sides. It feels like…well, I guess like touching your cockhead does.”
Aha. “May I look?”
She nods, tension vibrating through her. Melody’s fingers slip to my uniform and curl against the fabric, as if she has to hold herself steady.
Fascinated, I use my thumb to pull her cunt apart, spreading the folds so I can more closely examine the flushed center of her. Sure enough, there is a tiny, deeply purple nub buried in her flesh, visible when parted. It protrudes slightly as I pull her skin taut, and Melody shivers in response. No direct touches. All right, then. I stroke the pad of my finger along the side of it, testing.
She whimpers, her entire body quivering in response.
I…can’t tell if she liked that or not. “Was that bad or good?”
“Good. Very good.” Her fingers tighten on my clothing. “Do it again, please.”
I rub her again slowly, watching her face as it contorts. The strange thing about the expression of a person in the throes of pleasure is that it looks exactly the same as someone experiencing a muscle cramp. So I eye her, noting her responses. How the scent of her grows thicker, how she starts to rock her hips against my touch. How she braces her hands on my shoulders and all but shoves her breast into my mouth as I stroke and pet that one spot on her body.
My fingers cramp and I decide that I no longer need to view everything. She makes a sound of protest as I adjust, until my hand slides between her thighs again. I settle my finger into her cunt once more, pushing cautiously into her even as I use my thumb to delicately massage the area she likes best. The clit—except not, because I touch around it and not on it.
Melody’s breath heaves as if she’s picking up something heavy. She wheezes, straining, and leans forward to bury her face against my neck. “Don’t stop,” she moans, voice muffled against my throat. “Please don’t stop. Change nothing. Just keep going.”
Change nothing. Just keep going. I can do that. I continue to tease her, my finger moving inside her alongside my thumb. She’s extremely wet now, her body making the best slurping noises I’ve ever heard, and I’m utterly fascinated at her response. Did she ever get this wet before? I don’t remember these noises, just like I don’t recall the utterly mouth-watering scent of her that’s flooding the room.
She quivers, tensing and clinging to me. Melody bites down on my neck as her cunt clenches around me, rippling and contracting as she lets out a little whine. I don’t stop rubbing, not even when her whines turn to choked gasps and she twitches with every movement of my thumb.
Then she puts a hand over mine between her legs. “Wait,” she tells me, panting and breathless. Her breath is hot against my throat. “Need a moment.”
“You bit me.” I loved it.
“Sorry.” Her tongue brushes over my skin, a licked apology, and I nearly come in my trou.
“Don’t be sorry. It was good?”
“Oh my god,” she moans. “So good.” She nuzzles against my throat and slides forward, and it takes me a moment to realize she’s trying to crawl into my lap. I move my hand out of the warm cradle of her cunt and grip her hip instead, my fingers wet and drenched in her scent.
She cuddles up against me, breathless, and I hold her close. My hands stroke over her naked skin, grazing over scars and soft flesh, over lean thighs and the most ridiculous feet with stubby, strange little toes.
“I only made you come once,” I remind her after a moment. My cock is aching, the throb of my pulse echoed in my shaft. I want to do more to her. Not just pleasure myself, but to give her more . I’m greedy because I need to watch her come over and over again. I need to memorize every response she makes, every sigh she gives. “We talked of at least three earlier.”
“Mmm,” is all she says, and she sounds sated. Like she’s eaten a fine meal.
“I promised you more,” I repeat, my voice gentle even as I slide a hand along the inside of her thigh. With a little sigh, she parts them, welcoming my touch once again. “Should I stop?”
“You can touch me as much as you want. I’m yours and you’re mine. Don’t think I’m not putting my mouth all over you soon. Very soon.” She rubs her nose against my neck, even as she twists in my grip to allow me between her thighs. And twists again, shifting her weight. “You have a bony leg plate right under my ass. It’s kinda killing my vibe.”
I adjust her lower on my leg. “Better?”
She wiggles her bottom and then shakes her head. “Now I’m falling off your knee. Let’s go to bed. Yes?”
Bed is an excellent idea. I lift her up in my arms and take her with me, hauling her across the room and then settling her gently atop the blankets. She reaches for me, trying to pull me down next to her, but I detangle myself with a smile and kneel on the floor between her dangling legs. “I told you three orgasms, remember?”
“You drive a hard bargain,” she jokes, even as she spreads her legs for me. One hooks around my shoulder, and she stretches on the bed as I stroke the insides of her thighs. “Lucky for you, I’m easy-going.”
“You are,” I murmur, fascinated as she opens up for me once more. Her scent washes over me, tangy and haunting. “You don’t mind me tasting you? It won’t make you anxious?”
“It’ll make me come so hard my toes curl.”
This sounds good to me. I lean in, mouth watering.
Her hand goes to my forehead and she stops me before I can put my tongue on her. “I just had a horrible thought. What if you’re allergic to me?”
Then I’ll die happy. “I’ll live on daily injections from the medic. I’ll cover myself in plas-film. I don’t care. I just know that I’m going to taste you right now and I’m going to enjoy the kef out of it.”
She moans, her hand trailing down my face and brushing over my lips. “Be careful.”
Oh, I’ll be careful. I’ll lap at her cunt with the utmost of care. I carefully open her folds with my fingers, spreading her like a flower. A pink, wet, juicy flower. My mouth waters once more, and I lean in and give her a long, slow taste, unable to wait any longer. She tastes just as good as she smells. With a ragged groan, I drag my tongue over her flushed skin, lapping up her taste. “So keffing good.”
Melody squirms against my tongue. “God, I love that you have ridges there, too.”
Ridges? On my tongue? They’ve always been there. It never occurred to me that she might like them, or find them fascinating. I have them on my cock, too, and I wonder what she thinks of that. I can’t wait to see her reaction—but first, I want to taste her for a while.
I tongue her, taking my time to savor the sensation of her softness against my mouth. Of the taste of her, the little cries she makes, of the hands that clutch frantically at me as I leisurely explore her. I head toward her clit when her cries take on a more fevered, frantic edge, and I remember that she said it was sensitive like a cockhead. I lick it experimentally, and when her hips buck, I do so with more enthusiasm. Her responses are incredible, and each burst of her flavor on my tongue makes my sac tighten in response. I don’t have to check myself to know that the head of my cock is covered with pre-cum—my trou are soaked with it.
I lavish attention on her clit, until Melody is whimpering in the way that makes my hips buck in response. She’s so responsive. I remember our first time together, and Melody was silent, all arms and legs as she held me close. I never heard these sounds from her, and I love hearing them now. I want to drink in every cry she makes, every sigh, every moan. Her hands squeeze tight on my horn-stumps, settling there and holding on as I work her with my mouth. She’s close, but she’s not there yet, and I think about what feels good for me when she touches me, and what filthy things I dream of.
So I close my mouth around her clit and suck gently.
Melody nearly comes off the bed with the force of her release. She arches up against me, crying out as the taste of her floods my mouth. Ah, kef, this is incredible. I’m going to park myself between her thighs daily, I decide. I’ll live here, with her legs on my shoulders and my mouth buried in her soft, wet cunt. I continue to lick her through her climax, until she pushes me away, her thighs quaking. “I…need…break…”
“Take all the time you need,” I coo to her, in charge of this moment and loving it. “I know just where you can rest.”
I get to my feet and undress, stripping off my clothing and tossing it aside. It smells like her cunt, which I love. I’m going to put that uniform somewhere safe and use it to jerk my cock, because I want to keep her scent forever. When I’m naked, I take the limp-with-pleasure female into my arms and sit on the side of the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and I slide her thighs apart.
“Sit on my cock,” I tell her.
Melody moans again.
“You can do it,” I encourage her, stroking her back.
“You absolute deviant,” she says, even as she lifts her hips so I can settle her on my stiff, aching cock. “Where have you been hiding all this time?”
“I’ve always been like this. I just needed to make sure you were wanting me as much as I wanted you.”
She settles down on my length, gasping as she eases onto my cock with little rocking motions of her hips. When she’s fully seated on me, she wriggles in place and then quivers all over. “Wh-what’s the thing above your cock? I meant to ask about it last time.”
“My spur?” Melody keeps squirming, and when I move a hand between us, I realize my spur is rubbing at the apex of her pink folds, right where her clit is. Aha. “Do you not like it?”
She wheezes. “S’great.” Her nails dig into my arms and she clenches around my cock. “So great. Oh, fuck, I can’t think straight like this.”
I stroke her back again, even as she continues to squirm atop me. Kef, I want to just knock her to the mattress and rut her like an animal, but I admit that I like seeing her losing control like this. “I could hold you like this forever,” I tell her. “For hours on end.”
The whine she lets out is beautiful.
“Patience, my sweet scrapper. Good things come to those that wait.”
She gasps, her lungs working like bellows even as her cunt clenches around me again. “Five…years…wasn’t…enough?”
“Mmm. You think you’ve waited long enough? Is that what you’re saying?” I reach out and palm one breast, caressing her nipple with my thumb.
Melody combusts all over again, clenching around me and climaxing with a small cry. She clings to me, gasping and shivering.
I haven’t moved. It’s killing me, but I haven’t moved a single muscle. I’m not the most experienced of mesakkah, but I know that an orgasm tastes best when it’s teased for a while. So I toy with her breast even as she shifts her weight atop me, constantly moving as if she’ll somehow find a position that won’t be making her crazy. “Tell me you want to come again.”
“That…that was three.” She bites her lip, and her cunt ripples around me again.
“Tell me you want this. That you want me to take you and make you feel incredible.” I’m greedy for her words, greedy for her to tell me how this makes her feel.
Melody turns soft, dazed eyes to me, her lips parted. “Tell me you’ll stay with me forever this time.”
Her words gut me. “Forever,” I vow to her, aching. “I promise.”
Her eyes brim with tears and she leans against me, her forehead pressed to my cheek. She strokes my face, even as she rocks her hips over mine.
“My mate,” I tell her reverently. “My sweet, perfect mate.”
“Yours,” she agrees.
She remains in my lap, seated and twitching, as I stroke her soft skin and murmur to her just how much I adore her. How I’m glad we took the time to get to know one another because it’s been the best month of my life, and everything I learn about Melody just makes me love her more. I love her stubbornness. I love her impulsivity. I love that she can look at a pile of garbage and see the potential for a future project. I love that she hates losing in a board game but is determined to win the next time. I love that her eyes shine when she gazes up at me.
I love that just watching her move around the room is enough to get my cock hard and aching for her, yet she was fine with us taking the time to wait.
No more waiting. She’s mine now. I put my hands on her hips and drag her down, pressing up as she does. She gasps, the movement seating me deep into her. I lift her up and then pull her back down on my cock once more. I take control of her movements, using her body and working her over my cock. She moans, her head falling forward as I shuttle into her. I can feel the tension in her frame, the tremble of her body as she builds toward her next climax. I slide her forward so my spur moves against her clit when I pull her down, and her cries become as frantic as I feel.
This time, when I come inside her, it feels like a claiming.
I hold her tight, my arms locking around her as we both struggle for breath. “Forever, Melody.”