Chapter 39
Alex didn’t know what was more delicious: the feeling of the hot water lapping at her body or the heat of her mate’s hands sliding over her bare body.
A sigh escaped her as one of his palms slid over her breast and captured her nipple between two knuckles, gently pinching it.
She wiggled in response, her bottom brushing against her mate’s scaled tail.
Therxian huffed in amusement. “Are you trying to tempt me, hithana? You say that you wished to bathe.”
“Who is tempting who?” she challenged breathlessly. “Last I heard, the human breast doesn’t require that much attention... or pressure,” she added when he leisurely rolled her nipple and tugged on it with his knuckles.
“The human anatomy is a mystery. How am I supposed to know the proper procedures?” he whispered, the faint hiss of his breath teasing her neck as he bent low to whisper into her ear.
She shivered in response, her mouth curling as she settled back more fully against him.
The muscles of his torso and chest supported her weight easily as he held her, his wings sweeping through the water on either side as they semi-enclosed her.
The tip of his tail was busy tracing little circles and random geometric patterns on her thigh.
Never in her life did she think anything remotely related to geometry would be so sexy.
It moved across her skin like a primitive script, sending tiny tremors through her as it drew inward to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
She squirmed again as she made a small, plainative noise in the back of her throat.
“This hardly seems fair when you have more appendages than I do with which to torment,” she panted.
“The laws of nature are seldom fair,” he hissed.
“Especially for a male on Seshana. Did you know,” he continued, his voice taking on a soothing, rumbling cadence behind her, “the haga in which juvenile males received their education taught us many useful survival skills. Among them was how to attract and please our mates. Even among the Seshanamitesh, the females are sensitive around their reproductive and nursing areas. But humans are so soft, delicate, and pliant. You are a hundred times more so. It is almost too easy.”
“Are you seriously telling me,” she panted, “that you had a sexual education that encompassed that much. I think Earth is failing in that regard, then, when human males struggle to find the clitoris.”
“Clitoris,” he murmured, echoing that single word. He said it as if he were vocally caressing it.
His opposite hand slid around her side, grazing her hip, and his claws traced a light path down her belly.
It was of no surprise that she squirmed again, but she gasped for air in the next moment when his fingers cupped her sex in a very exact manner as slipped his fingers between her thigh and caught the small bead of flesh at its apex between the first two knuckles of that hand.
He rolled it gently in time with the one still clasping her nipple, and lightly plucked at both simultaneously, making her body bow subtly in response.
“A delightful anatomical addition,” he rasped. His tongues flicked, their tips teasing her neck and shoulder. “It makes you well up with such sweet scent and flavor, hithana.”
“I bet,” she croaked, drawing another chuckle from her mate.
“It is fascinating. If I tug just so,” he rumbled as he applied a downward, pulling pressure that made her forget to breathe, “it reacts like a thread pulling your body taunt and drawing your pleasure from its well deep within you. But your reaction is even sweeter when it is plied by my tongues.” He rotated his wrist, lightly twisting and turning her clit in a way that drew tension down her spine, only to suddenly drag his knuckles downward to put pressure on her entrance and push into her cunt.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was submerged from the breast down in warm water, she might have gushed all over his hand as he repeated the pattern over and over.
She perhaps still was, but if so, it was lost within the water.
Therxian paused, his mouth brushing her hair.
“Breathe, ashlava. Death will not steal you from me, not even by way of the sweetest pleasures.”
Her captured breath left in a sharp expulsion, and she drew another ragged gasp of air. “Gods... so you say, but I think you’re trying to kill me. Or you will come close if you keep that up.”
He pressed his mouth against her hair and groaned. “Do you imagine that you are the only one, hithana? I ache for you even now.”
He angled his body, pressing his tail just below his navel upward so that his extruded sant dragged against her bottom, the bulging folds of the sheath sliding with delicious pressure against the back end of her sex as he continued to work his knuckles in and out.
Alex trembled as pleasure gathered and rolled through her in a small magical release that heightened her awareness and made her tremble all over.
“I wish to be captured within your mating hold, your vent squeezing tightly around my sant so that it might give up its gift for you.”
Alex’s eyes drifted shut, the deep, rolling hum of his words vibrating through her from his chest against her shoulder blades.
The hot water lapped around her gently as they writhed and undulated together within the pool, a sensation that was made all the more delicious by the tips of his wings skating along the sides of her hyper-sensitized body from ankle to ribcage in tiny little caresses.
She trembled against him, her bottom pressing eagerly against him as his sant and sheath rubbed against her.
A needy hollow feeling was developing within her, and her channel flexed fruitlessly with the desire to be filled once more with the engorged girth of his sex.
Tiny puffs of air left her lips as she rolled her hips in time to every eager bump of pelvis.
She reached behind her, her fingers clinging to his waist, her fingernails dragging over his scales underwater until a tiny, frustrated growl finally left her mate, the force of it quivering through her.
Suddenly his big body rocked and curved sinuously as he drew his hand back enough to part her sex with his fingers, making way for the clustered head pressing aggressively forward.
Alex chuckled on a moan, her head falling back against her mate’s chest as her cunt was slowly breached by the sant stretching her.
“More,” she whispered... begged as his sant sank frustratingly slowly within her.
Therxian grunted and rocked his pelvis, driving his cock deep.
He bottomed out, and she choked on a gasp as everything lit up with her and her cunt reflexively tightened and clenched with small flutters of her internal muscular wall.
Her mate hissed softly in her ear, his hand on her breasts tightening slightly with his sudden sharp flux of desire.
Alex rolled her hips in counterpoint, and they both groaned together as the motion caused his sant to slightly withdraw before plunging deep again.
“Alex,” he breathed, longing and desire heavy in the faint hum trembling within his voice. “What you do to me is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.”
“My imagination isn’t that good. Even my dreams are boring,” she agreed breathlessly, drawing a raspy laugh from her mate.
“Then allow me to give you something more to dream of,” he replied.
His hand dropped from her breast, leaving it to brush along the surface of the water where the sensitive, aroused flesh was teased by its movement.
His hands shifted to her hips, his fingers drawing little circles across her belly as he gripped her hips to keep her steady in place.
She bobbed as he moved experimentally, her nipples skimming the heated water, drawing a shiver through her, and her cunt gripped his cock tightly as the sensation plunged through her.
Therxian paused as if savoring it before experimentally moving his body once more within the water as he floated within it with an impressive level of buoyancy.
He rocked slowly, testing different depths as he hummed quietly to himself—clearly forgetting what it did to her nervous system.
Her belly clenched with a pulse that rose in answer to his song, her cunt spasming and then fluttering rapidly against his length.
He ceased moving again, but he didn’t stop singing.
The pitch changed, rising and falling in a way that made her tremble as the melody drove forward and retreated rhythmically so that she began to instinctively rock with it, working his sant in and out of her as he moved over him, even as her sex continued to tighten in response to every rise of his song.
He petted her, his hands gliding up and down her belly with encouragement, stroking her, his claws lightly scraping over her when she came down hard with a cry of pleasure, his own growls fracturing his song in echo of the bliss that she felt.
He began to undulate with her, rocking and twisting with her in the water so that they swayed together in the pool.
His movements, however, gradually became more decisive and powerful as he clung to her, his claws biting faintly into the soft flesh of her belly.
Alex whimpered from the pleasure kindling within her, which only seemed to inflame her mate further.
His grip tightened, his song suddenly crescendoing as his upper tail suddenly drew sharply back, withdrawing his sant to its broad cluster of heads before snapping forward again.
His tail whipped in the water so that the momentum naturally traveled back up its length, drawing his pelvis back before rippling forward again.
The water danced over them, splashing and riding higher as his song continued to rise and fall, weaving with dual notes moving together in a primal symphony of life brimming forth with all manner of love and desire.