Chapter 2 #2
“What is that called?” he says breathlessly, his hands caressing my legs.
I smile slightly. “A blowjob is what humans call it.”
He stops, incredulous. “But you do not blow on my cock?”
I giggle, which turns into a belly laugh that for a long time I cannot stop.
The entire time during my laughing fit, I can’t help but notice Asterion eyeing my bouncing breasts, and twice I see him lick his lips when he looks at my wet pussy.
I am hoping that his kind knows how to use their tongue with a woman.
Wiping tears from my eyes, I finally can say without dissolving into laughter again, “You’re right. But that is its name. Humanity’s inside joke, I guess.”
He is serious now. “If that is what is done for the cock, then what is done for the pussy?” Before I can answer, he spreads my legs apart, and now I am truly living my dream. I see his eyebrows twitch and a laugh on his lips, and now I can see he was toying with me.
“You knew all along!”
“That I did. But I have humor.” His smile is gone now, and with his two powerful hands, he pulls me from my pillows with one swift move, spreading my legs even wider. “And now I have nothing but hunger.”
I feel suddenly shy, and I sit up trying to close my knees. I try to channel Dream Clara, but I panic at the sight of him lying on his stomach, staring intently at my dripping cunt. I worry I am too wet. I worry that I don’t look right.
Asterion sees my hesitation instantly. “What is wrong? You do not want me to lick you?”
“I do, but…” I pause. I cover my hands with my face. I cannot say what I need to say, but if I don’t, I won’t get what I want. I keep my hands covering my face as I speak. “I had a dream about you last night.” I stop and peek through my fingers. I wish his eyes weren’t so earnest.
I say the rest fast in one breath, “In my dream, you lick me and I end up riding your face. And I have never done that in real life. But I want to do that and…other things. I feel ashamed of wanting these things.” Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
“Human, I want to do all of those things with you.”
My hands drop, and I am smiling despite myself, and it's just now occurring to me that I never told him my name.
“My name is Clara.” I drop back onto the bed and scooch myself toward him.
“Well, my Clara. Are you ready?” I feel his claws lightly scratching inside my thighs, his breath just against my labia.
“Ready for what?” I am breathless, still not believing that this is happening.
“For this,” he murmurs in that deep, rumbling voice of his, just before I feel the first velvet swipe of his tongue against me.
It's longer than I ever could have imagined, broad and sinuous as it glides through my folds with deliberate, aching precision.
His breath gusts warm against my skin, hot enough to make me shiver, as he tastes me like I'm some rare delicacy he's savoring for the first time.
When the tapered tip of his tongue finally presses inside, I gasp, my fingers twisting into the quilt beneath me.
My dream hadn't prepared me for the sheer skill of him, the way he can curl that wicked tongue just so, rubbing against a place so deep and private it sends electricity skittering up my spine. Alternating between slow, maddening circles and quick, fluttering thrusts, he maps every hidden crest and hollow inside me like he’s memorizing me for later.
Without thinking, my hands fly to his horns, my fingers tracing the rough, weathered ridges where they spiral up from his skull.
A choked groan vibrates against my skin, reminding me, like I could possibly forget, just how much he likes that.
The sound goes straight to my core, pulsing in time with each relentless stroke of his tongue. And just like that, I'm lost.
He moans darkly against me, the sound reverberating through my very bones as his sinuous tongue finally finds my clit and begins to pulse against it in quick, fluttering vibrations.
"Ohhh, Asterion!" The cry tears from my throat without thought, my back arching off the furs as every muscle in my body melts into liquid heat.
My mind fractures into a kaleidoscope of colors as I blindly spread my thighs wider against him, shameless in my need.
The scent of us fills the air between us, heady and thick, as I clutch at his horns and whimper for more.
The words leave my mouth like deja vu, “Lay down.” I push his powerful shoulders away and toward the bed, clambering over him like a wild animal, all control lost.
"You want to ride my face, Clara?" His voice is gravel-laced and rough, each syllable deliberate and heavy with promise. "I will make you come."
"Yes!" The word is cracked and breathless, stripped of any pretense of control. I don't recognize my own voice anymore, and I don't care.
He maneuvers me with effortless strength, guiding my knees to either side of his head, his claws skimming with just enough pressure to tease, sharp, delicious pinpricks against my softness. I whimper, rolling my hips against him, already lost.
The moment I sink down onto his tongue, a strangled cry escapes me.
It's too much, too thick, too long, too perfect as it spears into me with agonizing precision.
My fingers scrabble for purchase against the wooden headboard, my spine curving away from him as pleasure writhes through me in unrelenting waves.
Blindly, I reach behind me, moaning when my fingers find the heavy length of him, hot and rigid in my grasp.
He groans, thrusting eagerly into my fist, and the sound alone nearly undoes me.
I find my orgasm lurking deep inside me.
I slow to the sensation, the growing urge behind my pelvis that rises with every brush of my clit against Asterion's strong nose, with every thrust of his tongue in me.
The sound begins deep in my belly and travels into my chest and flows through my throat.
I am upright and stiff with it, and I am bellowing, deep and low, straining my voice as my orgasm leaps to the very hair follicles on my head, where I am suddenly breathless, boneless, collapsing against the headboard.
Gentle hands lift me, easing me away from him before laying me down against the warm quilt.
His touch is worshipful now, fingertips tracing soothing patterns over my flushed skin as he murmurs against my ribs in a language I don’t understand.
When he presses a kiss just below my navel, I shiver, realizing his lips are still glistening with me.
The knowledge sends a fresh pulse of warmth through my chest, tender and bright.