Chapter 15 Khur #2
I quickly show her the sequence to make a table rise between the seating and take the plates from her so she can hop over and get settled.
Then I pass them back so I can do the same and we lapse into comfortable silence, punctuated by the sounds of Destiny eating.
I swear eating meals with this woman will be the death of me.
She's a very vocal eater. I sure hope it isn't a human thing.
If other humans are as noisy as her at mealtimes, it would sound downright indecent—and that's coming from a Dhugaren! Every moan she makes travels straight to my cock and reminds me of the moan she made as I ran my tongue over her taut nipples. I’m not sure I even taste the food myself, too distracted trying to keep my cock from stabbing through the table.
Finally, Destiny licks her spoon clean—I almost come undone—and pushes her bowl away with a contented sigh. I look down to see I am finished with mine as well, and push it over next to hers. She pats her belly happily.
“That was fantastic. I think I’ll be able to remember that sequence, too. I’m going to make that every morning,” she says as she slides closer on the couch.
Laying her head on my shoulder, she reaches a hand up to the scruff puffing out of the top of my jumpsuit around my neck and runs her fingers through my fur. It’s my turn to moan as she combs my fur gently.
“This has been the perfect day. I don’t want it to end,” she whispers.
“Me either,” I admit, “but we will have another date in a few days.”
Destiny pops up, withdrawing her warmth from my side and stares at me accusingly. I am a bit shocked at the sudden change in her demeanor and regard her warily. I like that Destiny is forthright with her feelings, but I already miss her fingers combing through my scruff.
“A few days? No. Nope. Not gonna happen. Listen, Khur, you cannot go several days without speaking to me. I will think you don’t like me anymore. There’s a human term for it, called ghosting. Don’t ghost me.”
Ghosting. A very strange term, but I understand Destiny’s concerns. Those three days were misery for me, and for her as well, it seems. It gives me a sick thrill of pleasure I don’t examine too closely to hear that.
“I was told that absence makes humans grow fonder of people. Is this not the case?”
She snorts a little laugh. “Not this human.”
“Well you are my human. So we will not be playing ghosts ever again,” I say, purposefully botching the phrase and earning another snort-laugh in return, “now come back here.”
I grab her hand and place it back on my chest, then drag her closer by her waist. It’s so small in my huge hands, curving out to plush, round hips and an ass I want to squeeze for hours.
Bending towards her, I make my intentions clear, staring deep into her golden-brown eyes before dipping down and kissing her, trying to make up for my lack of experience with passion.
I can’t believe Dhugarens have never considered kissing before.
It’s such a personal and sensual experience.
Perhaps it would not work if both partners had fangs as big as mine.
Destiny seems to like them, though. I can taste the pepperiness of dinner mixing with the sweetness of the inside of her mouth, and it makes me want to taste other things.
My hand slips down the curve of her ass, enjoying every inch of roundness.
Destiny fists the fur at my scruff, using it to pull herself up and swing her leg around my lap, straddling me.
We’re both panting as she rubs her crotch against my straining erection.
She draws back briefly to look down between us, where our bodies are pressed together, with eyes full of heat and maybe a little fear.
“Ohhh fuck, Khur," she pants., "I’m not sure how it’s gonna fit, but I am nothing if not determined.”
She’s so much smaller than me, and I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that before.
“I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know that, big guy. I love how much bigger than me you are. We’ll make it work. Besides, we’re moving slow here, so we don’t have to worry about it today.”
“We do not have to worry about it, ever. I am happy to do whatever you are comfortable with,” I say as my cock twitches under her movements. I mean it, too. My hand would have to be sufficient.
“Whatever I’m comfortable with, huh?”
The look on her face is downright mischievous as she grinds her core down onto me.
I am moments from combusting and embarrassing myself when she slides back off my lap and drops down onto the floor beneath the table.
I’m confused as to why she’s on the floor, but she slides between my knees and all coherent thoughts escape me.
I think my jumpsuit may burst at the seams as she presses those perfect breasts into me and reaches up to the top of the fastener.
Ever so slowly she undoes the jumpsuit, revealing the thick hair on my chest that gets shorter the further she goes down.
When the fastener is as low as it will go she gives a displeased noise and tugs a bit more before looking at me with wide, heat-filled eyes.
“Shrug your arms out, big guy. I need to explore what you’re packing down here.”
I’m completely hypnotized by her and do as she says immediately, letting the jumpsuit pool at my waist and reveal my entire upper body. She gazes at me hungrily, running her fingers over the short, smooth hair that covers my belly before releasing—at last—my cock.
It springs free and for the first time I realize just what she means about it not fitting.
My cock is almost as long as her forearm, my testes as big as her fist. Worry and doubt fill me briefly before she wraps her hands around my shaft and once again thoughts leave my mind.
She looks at my cock in awe, and I admit the feelings of her hands and her gaze make me feel like a great warrior, indeed.
“Holy shit. You are…impressive, Khur. When I called you Big Guy, I did not realize how true that was.” She sounds out of breath and excited as she strokes me with both hands, running them over the head to collect the precum gathering there.
Working her way down my shaft she gently squeezes my testes and I groan at how good it feels.
“What’s this? Is it… a knot? I’ve heard of those in smut before. I can’t believe they’re real.”
“I do not know what a knot is. They are my testes. Do human males not have testes?”
“Not quite like this, no. So do they usually go… inside, when you fuck?”
“Yes they go inside so the female can squeeze out every drop of cum,” I groan as she gives then a firm squeeze.
“That sounds hotter than I would have expected. I cannot wait to feel that.”
“We do not have to… I don’t think they would fit.” I groan again as the image of Destiny trying to take my testes inside her body flashes in my mind. I focus my mind on not coming all over her hands, and it is a true act of willpower.
“Oh, but we are certainly going to try one day.”
Then she dips her head down and puts those perfect pink lips on the head of my cock, wrapping her lips around the tip and lapping at the precum with her tongue.
Her hands squeeze my testes, then start sliding up and down my shaft in long, languid movements while she presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the head.
There's no way she'll be able to fit any of my cock into her mouth, but she certainly seems to like trying.
Before I can refocus my mind, my body has other ideas, and I come with a growl.
I try to pull back, embarrassed and ashamed that I came almost the moment her mouth touched my cock, but Destiny does not act grossed out or upset.
Instead she moans around me, the vibrations causing another spurt to shoot out into her mouth, and she enthusiastically tries to lick and suck and swallow each drop as she massages my swelling testes with her hands.
Panting, I watch as she fails to gather it all and my release makes a sticky mess around her hands, her face, and my crotch. She slides her hands one last time from my engorged testes to the tip of my cock before her hands falls away and her eyes grow wide again.
"Your knot…I mean, your testes got even bigger," she says, staring at it intently. "How long will it stay that way?"
“Fifteen minutes or so," I shrug. "That was… amazing,” I tell her, though I know words fall short, especially when I can’t seem to find many. My brain is still short-circuiting.
She just blushes and smiles, though.
“I’m glad you liked it. I should probably clean up.”
She shimmies up but seems to figure out she can’t hop out of the couches the same way she hopped in, with her hands covered in my release like they are, and looks at me sheepishly.
With haste, I tuck myself back into my jumpsuit, pulling the sleeves around my waist to knot them at my hip.
Then I take Destiny in my arms, pulling her legs around my waist and carrying her into the cleaning room, depositing her on the counter.
“Mmm, you gonna help me get cleaned up?” she asks from her perch on the counter as I fiddle with the buttons for a warm shower.
This woman is going to be the death of me.