#3
I hadn’t thought of it like that before. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
We are quiet for a moment then, “Do Earth men have this?” He pokes out his tongue and splits it at the end.
“No.”
He pulls it back in and then leans toward the fire, sets the meat just above the flames on the tripod he has made out of sticks.
I stare at his face, there is a new line between his brows, he’s thinking of something. He’s almost brooding, or sulking maybe.
“What is it?” I ask quietly, my stomach clenching with anticipation. I never quite know what to expect with Dan-Y.
“I want…” He sits back up, but stays leaning forward, forearms on his thighs. “I want to tongue your pleasure button.”
“My clit!”
“Yes. Your clit.”
“Wh…why?”
“It seems like a good place to start, for me to learn more about your Earth body.”
“And do I get to learn about your Planet Hade body?” A tremble of desire goes through me at the thought of exploring his torso, his hips, his ass, and his two cocks.
“Have a party with it.” He spreads his arms wide and gives me such a sudden and devilishly sexy grin that I laugh again.
This is exactly how it should have been with El-Frankin, but it hadn’t been. He hadn’t been interested in me.
“Did your…your mate on the other side do that to you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I told you, we hadn’t got very far with the whole breeding program.”
“The breeding program. King Athos’s ambitious and no doubt self-congratulating breeding program.”
“Yes.”
“So can I? While this meat cooks?”
“Just…like here? Now.”
“Yes.” He slips to the floor, onto his knees and moves over to me. “Take these off.” He tugs at the waistband of my pants. “Let me look at you, give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”
My pussy clenches at the thought and a shot of lust, that really shouldn’t be there when my captor wants to eat my pussy, pours into my veins.
“Surely if I give you a big beautiful orgasm,” he says. “It will make up for stealing you here. For abducting you, kidnapping you, bringing you to this dangerous place.”
I tear my gaze from his face and stare out at the beautiful sky and the dramatic landscape.
“I know you want it.” He touches my cheek. “So take it.”
“Just…just your tongue, not your…”
“Not my cocks, not yet.”
I pull in a juddering breath. The word yes is on my lips.
Who the hell am I? I don’t recognize myself anymore.
This new planet has addled my brain. Because right now all I can think of is Dan-Y’s forked tongue wrapped around my clit and driving me to orgasm the way he does everything, with unstoppable and focused determination.
“I am your rightful mate,” he says softly. “Let us not delay.”
“Do it.” I shove at my pants. “Oh just do it.”
His expression becomes serious and he drags off my pants and pushes my bare legs apart. It is the second time he has stared at my pussy but now I want more. I want his touch. I want his attention, all of it.
“Show me,” he says, almost a growl. “Show me your clit.”
“Here.” With trembling fingers I part my lips and expose the small pink nub.
“So much pleasure from there?”
“Yes.”
He looks up at me, his gaze harnessed on mine, then he pokes out his tongue and forks the end.
Trembling with anticipation, I reach for his head and slot my hands around his horns.
He groans and his tail lifts, the end quivering, and buries his face in my pussy.
“Oh!” I wasn’t expecting it to be so full on so suddenly. But he’s not messing about, he’s lapping at me, flicking. It feels as if there are two tongues working me. It’s heavenly.
“That’s right…more…like that.” I buck my hips up to meet him and curl my toes in my boots. “Oh god, Dan-Y, you’re good at that.”
My words spur him on and he ups the intensity. His fingers are there too, exploring and probing.
I tip my head to the ceiling, my belly tight and my pulse pounding in my ears. Have I ever been ready to come so quickly? His forked tongue is magic.
And then he finds my sopping entrance and penetrates me. One long thick finger that gives my pussy something to clench around.
“Oh…oh…I’m going to come…don’t stop. Oh…”
I rock against him, my legs clamped to his wide body. My cries echo around the cave and I fist his hair.
His tail slaps down and he flicks my clit harder, faster. It’s divine and it tips me over the edge. The pressure is too big to contain and I hold my breath, bliss a huge bubble that’s about to burst and fill me with juddering ecstasy.
I cry out at the moment of explosion and sink onto his invading finger. Wanting even more filling and more of him.
He stays with me, his wicked forked tongue my total undoing. It’s fretted away any last chance I have at resisting him.
I know I am wet, so wet, but he laps at me snuffling and moaning softly.
“Please…I…oh…Dan-Y.” I tug at his clothing. “Please I…”
He lifts his head. His mouth and chin are shiny with my moisture. “Did I do something wrong,” he asks gruffly.
“No.” His finger is still deep inside me. I look downward and see his palm, also wet. “No, you did it so good.”
“Good?”
I nod and reach for his wrist. “So good, with this here too.”
“You like having my finger inside you?”
I swallow, my mouth dry and my heart still tripping along. “Yes.” I squeeze his finger with my pussy. “I do like it.”
He kind of snarls. “Do that again.”
I do, I squeeze hard, as though I won’t let him withdraw.
“When you do that to my cock,” he says, lifting his face level with mine. “I will spill my seed into you, you should know that.”
I touch his damp chin and then trace the outline of his lips. His tongue has reverted again. “That is the desired outcome, isn’t it?”