28. Terra
TERRA
Terra couldn’t help the tremor that ran through her body as the big Monstrum leaned over her. It was a mixture of excitement, desire, and fear, she thought. She’d never been with a male as big as Taurex before.
The sheer scale of him, the width of his shoulders blotting out the dim glow-vine light, the twin shadows of his horns against the wall—it should have been intimidating.
But the look in his golden eyes wasn’t predatory at all.
He looked at her as though she was precious and he wanted to avoid hurting or breaking her.
“I will be as gentle as I can,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that she felt in her bones. “Tell me if you want me to stop. This is for healing, Terra—remember that.”
She nodded, unable to form words. Her throat was too tight. Healing…right. That was the only reason his face was inches from her bare breasts, which felt achingly heavy and sensitive, the dark red nipples throbbing with a dull, insistent heat and need.
Taurex didn’t touch her with his hands. He kept them braced on the bed on either side of her hips, holding his own immense weight off her. He simply lowered his head to reach her.
The first touch wasn’t his mouth—it was his breath—a warm, damp puff against her fevered skin that made her nipple peak instantly into a hardened, desperate point. She gasped, a short, sharp sound in the quiet room.
Then his tongue touched her.
It was broad and softer than she expected. It was warm but also somehow, blessedly cooling to her fevered flesh. Taurex didn’t flick or tease –instead, he laid the flat of his tongue over her entire nipple and the inflamed, reddened areola around it, and licked slowly, firmly upward.
The effect was instantaneous and shocking—a tingling, cooling sensation spread from the point of contact, like aloe on a sunburn, chasing away the painful throb.
A sigh of pure relief escaped Terra’s lips. But underneath the relief, another feeling was uncoiling—a sharp, sweet bolt of pleasure that arrowed straight down between her thighs, making her inner muscles clench with longing.
“Ohhh…” she breathed.
Taurex made a sound deep in his chest, a low hum of satisfaction.
“Better, lovely one?” Taurex rumbled.
“Much better,” Terra told him. “But please…don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop until you’re fully healed,” he promised.
Ducking his head, he repeated the motion, his tongue moving with a slow, deliberate thoroughness, painting her skin with wet, cooling strokes that eased her pain while sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
He swirled around the peak, then sucked gently, pulling her nipple into the delicious heat of his mouth.
Terra cried out, her back arching involuntarily off the bed.
It wasn’t just the relief that made her moan now—it was the pleasure he was giving her.
His mouth on her felt amazing. His suction was perfect—strong but not painful—and the lazy, circling lap of his tongue over her sensitive peak was sending waves of sensation through her nervous system.
The dual sensations—the dissolving of the irritating secretions and the building wave of raw pleasure—were becoming impossible to separate.
“Taurex…” she whimpered, her hands coming up to clutch at his muscular arms. “Oh, God…”
He didn’t say anything—only released her nipple with a soft, wet sound and immediately turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same meticulous, worshipful treatment. As he laved and sucked, Terra moaned and arched her back to give him better access.
Taurex seemed to love her reaction—he groaned softly, the sound vibrating through her entire body as he sucked even harder. At last he released her second nipple and looked up, his golden eyes half-lidded.
“By the Goddess, lovely one,” he rumbled against her skin, his voice thick. “You taste incredible. Salty and sweet and perfect.”
His words, growled against her sensitive flesh, sent another shiver through her.
No one had ever talked to her like this.
No one had ever treated her body like something precious to be savored.
Jackson hadn’t believed in foreplay at all—he’d just grunted and panted and rolled off her.
But this… this was something else entirely.
He spent a long time on her breasts, until the angry red had faded to a warm, rosy pink and the painful sensitivity had been replaced by a delicious, humming sensation.
Every nerve there felt alive, singing with his attention.
When he finally lifted his head, his breathing was uneven.
In the faint light, she could see his massive chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Better?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Y-yes,” she managed. “So much better there. But…” She bit her lip, the ache between her thighs clamoring for attention now that the pain and sensitivity in her breasts was healed. It was deeper now—more urgent.
“But what?” he prodded gently.
“Well…” She nibbled her lower lip. “It’s… it’s worse lower down,” she admitted at last. “Remember how that flower, uh, came in me? I think it got a lot of its secretions inside me.”
Taurex closed his eyes for a second, as if gathering strength. When he opened them, the gold was molten, burning with an intensity that stole her breath.
“I want to heal you, but I need you to open for me, Terra,” he rumbled.
Her face felt so hot she felt like she had a fever. This was it—the final barrier.
She was naked, spread out before her boss, who was about to put his mouth on her most intimate place because of a bizarre alien allergic reaction. The logic was absurd. But the need in her body was an undeniable, pulsing truth.
“I…I’ve never had anyone lick me there before,” she admitted in a low voice.
He frowned.
“But your mate…you had two younglings with him.”
“I know, but he never…” She shook her head. “He thought that, uh, ‘going down’ was unmanly.”
“Unmanly?” He made a sound something like a disbelieving snort. “What could be more manly than pleasing your woman?”
Terra gave an uneasy laugh.
“Well, it was probably just an excuse. He never wanted to do any kind of foreplay. Not that this is foreplay,” she hastened to add. “I mean, you’re just healing me, right?”
“That’s right,” he rumbled softly. “But I can’t heal you unless you open for me.”
Terra looked into his eyes.
“And…you’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Terra…” He cupped her cheek in one big, warm palm. “I want to do this—I want to heal you but even more, I want to pleasure you. I want to taste you. I’ve wanted it since the first time I met you.”
“Really?” Terra could hardly believe it.
“Really,” he rumbled. “So lay back and relax, sweetheart and let me heal you.”
“All…all right,” she whispered. And slowly, still trembling, she let her knees fall apart.
As she did, she felt her pussy open for him. The cool air of the room kissed her inner core, making her bite back a moan. She was embarrassingly wet—it would have grossed Jackson out. But Taurex didn’t seem to feel that way.
His nostrils flared as though he was scenting her, and a ragged groan was torn from him.
“Gods, look how wet you are for me, lovely one,” he breathed. “So fucking beautiful.”
He didn’t move between her legs right away, though. He stayed kneeling beside her, leaning down, his big hands sliding gently beneath her thighs to lift her hips slightly, adjusting her angle for him. Then his breath was there—hot against her swollen flesh.
Terra gasped, her hips bucking in a small, helpless movement.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Just going to heal you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
“All right,” she whispered and did her best to relax.
His first lick was a long, slow drag from the very base of her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit.
Terra saw stars. A broken cry fell from her lips as she bucked up to meet his tongue.
The relief was immediate and profound—a washing coolness that soothed the maddening, itchy ache the secretions had left behind by the pleasure bloom.
But it wasn’t just the relief that made her moan, it was the pleasure he was giving her.
His tongue was masterful. Broad and firm, it stroked over her, but it also explored.
It circled her entrance, tasting her, before flattening and dragging over her slit again.
He lapped at her like she was the only source of water in a desert, a deep groan coming from his throat, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation.
“Gods, Terra… you taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against her.
“Oh…oh, Taurex!” she moaned and somehow her hands found his horns, squeezing hard as she pressed up to meet him.
He looked up for a moment.
“I need to taste inside you, lovely one,” he rumbled. “I need to lick deep in your soft little pussy to be sure I get all of the plant essence out of you. Can you let me do that?”
Biting her lip, Terra nodded.
“I…I guess so.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now let’s just tilt your hips a little…”
As he spoke, he suited actions to words, scooping his big hands under her ass to spread her wider and tilt her up for his seeking mouth.
Terra moaned as she felt his hot, wet tongue breech her entrance and slide deeply inside her.
“Oh…oh, God!” she moaned as he thrust deeply into her.
She couldn’t believe how big his tongue felt inside her—it was almost like he was fucking her with it and it felt incredible.
She gripped his horns so hard she could feel the ridges on them creasing her palms and fingers, but she didn’t care—she just didn’t want him to stop.
But at last, he withdrew his tongue and looked up at her, panting.
“I think you’re healed now, lovely one,” he rumbled. “Healed…but not satisfied.”
“I…I didn’t come, if that’s what you’re…you’re asking,” she panted, releasing his horns. “But I know you were only supposed to be…to be healing me.”
“Yes, but I want to pleasure you too. I want to feel you coming under my tongue while I lick your sweet, soft little pussy that gets so wet for me.” His voice was a low growl of pure need, and his golden eyes were blazing. “Can you let me do that, Terra? Can you let me make you come?”
You shouldn’t! He’s your boss! This is going to ruin everything! yelled a little voice in her head.
Terra shoved it ruthlessly aside.
“Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes, Taurex. Please—make me come!”
“Good girl,” he growled again. “Then lay back and let me taste you. And hold my horns again—I fucking love that.”
For someone who has spoken so little through the course of the day, he certainly got talkative during sex, Terra thought distractedly.
Not that she minded. Jackson had never said a word—just a lot of grunting.
She liked the way Taurex praised her and told her exactly what he wanted to do to her.
It made her even hotter than she already was to hear his deep voice saying he wanted to make her come.
She relaxed again, spreading her legs even wider and gripping his curving horns.
Taurex made what sounded like a snort of approval, then he dipped down again to taste her once more.
Almost at once, he found her clit and focused there, sucking the little bud gently into his mouth, then lashing it with the tip of his tongue.
Terra moaned and writhed under him. The coil of tension in her belly, which had been winding tighter and tighter since the pool, since his kiss, since his first touch, seemed to grow tighter and tighter.
The big Monstrum was licking her like his life depended on it—like he wanted to taste her more than he wanted air to breathe and she couldn’t help loving it.
The way he was so focused on her—the way he clearly wanted to worship her body in every way—made her almost as hot as the physical sensations of him licking and teasing her sensitive clit.
Before she knew it, her hips were bucking up to meet him again and she was moaning helplessly as her pleasure grew higher and higher, and she got closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, she knew she was close…knew she couldn’t stop herself from coming—not that she wanted to.
“Taurex, I’m… I’m going to…” she moaned, gripping his horns even tighter.
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice a dark, delicious rumble against her sensitive flesh. “Let it out, sweetheart. Give it to me.”
His words were the final permission Terra hadn’t known she needed. With a low moan, she felt her orgasm exploding from the inside out.
But this wasn’t the mechanical release she coaxed from herself with a vibrator.
This was a seismic event—a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed through her, turning her bones to liquid and her mind to white noise.
She felt herself shaking, her hips bucking against his relentless mouth as he drank from her, gentling his licks as the waves subsided but not stopping, trying to coax every last ounce of pleasure he could from her.
When she finally lay still, spent and boneless, panting on the bed, Taurex lifted his head. His lips and chin were glistening with her honey and his eyes were blazing, his breath coming in harsh pants. He leaned over her, caging her with his arms, and looked down into her dazed face.
“Terra,” he growled. “I can hide this from you no longer—you are my fated mate.”