CHAPTER 9 #2
He holds his hand out, and I take a slice with my mouth. Only when I’m chewing do I realize I might’ve thought to use my hand for that, even just yesterday.
While I eat, Razul rubs more of that pasty white cream over my skin.
When the fruit is gone, I lick the lingering juices off Razul’s palm, then he nudges me back out to my little shaded area.
I sprawl on my back, staring up at the sky. Distant air currents carve the clouds into strange shapes, and they glimmer with flashes of iridescent color. I roll over to a cluster of reeds bearing white flowers to see if they smell good.
Pain erupts along my calf, and I yelp, recoiling.
Razul is on me in a second, firm pressure holding my back to his chest. I reach for my leg, but he pins my hand.
I do the most embarrassing thing, crying at the sharp, radiating pain. But I can’t help it.
Razul gently grips my ankle with his foot’s pincer, turning the source of my pain to the sunlight.
A dried cactus branch about the size of my hand is stuck to my skin by dozens of tiny barbs. It must have been hidden in the sand.
Razul speaks over me apologetically, stroking my hair. His hand shifts over my eyes with firm pressure, like when he applied the syringe.
My body relaxes, and I instinctively breathe deeper.
Then there’s a sudden surge of pain, and I cry out. The stinging lingers, but the barbs are gone. Razul massages behind my ears, and I relax again.
He carries me back inside and holds me in one arm—something he can still do just as easily, no matter how much weight I gain—and he washes my wound in the sink.
After that is another herbal-scented ointment, then a gentle wrap of clean linen.
Finally, he settles down with me in his bed, speaking apologetically again.
I want to assure him, so I reach for his translator—and he twists away that ear, giving me a stern look.
That inspires an impulse, and I reach out for his other ear, just tracing the shell of it with my fingertips.
Surprise flickers across his face.
I cup his cheeks in my hands, then run my fingers down his throat.
He smiles at me, patting me on the head.
Emboldened, I continue my exploration. I push upright, and Razul gently sets me down on the pillows. I slide my hands across his chest, then nuzzle my cheek against his neck.
He laughs quietly and wraps me in a gentle hug.
I’m now a curious little creature on a mission, so I clamber around Razul and climb onto his shell.
There’s a flat-ish area right behind his humanoid spine before his shell splits in half to cover his wings.
He makes an amused clicking noise, and I know he’ll scoop me up and put me back down if I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be.
I lean down over his shell, admiring the iridescent greens. A thousand shades glimmer in every beam of light, shifting as I tilt my head and slide my hands over the smooth surface.
His shell lifts slightly as he fidgets his wings, then tucks them back down.
I slide down onto the pillows next to him, and he gently tilts away from my landing area.
I trace the deep black chitin of his jointed forelegs from just behind his torso down to the pillows.
His legs each have a thick first segment like a thigh, a thinner segment like a shin, and a flexible foot.
The foot is made of many little segments and ends in smooth, crescent-shaped pincers.
I pick up one set of pincers, articulating them gently, fascinated as the segments move.
Then the claws lunge at my nose and pinch just shy of it, teasing.
I flinch, and Razul chuckles.
I glare at him, then drop his foot. I return my hands to his side, walking my fingers along to his second set of legs.
The third set anchors in his abdomen, under his wings, and the joint twitches under my fingers as I touch it, as if it tickles.
I step around behind Razul’s last leg, sliding my hands over the curve of his abdomen.
The texture really is like thick leather, with horizontal creases that help it bend more easily.
It twitches downward under my touch, curling slightly.
I continue further down, and Razul jolts, iridescent wings poking out as his shell flexes.
I reach impulsively for that shimmer, grasping the smooth, taut wings.
Razul shudders and the wings vibrate in my grasp, though he doesn’t pull away.
The firmer veins support the wing’s structure, like ribs of steel with clear plastic stretched between them, except totally organic. I’m utterly fascinated, running my hands down the transparent, flexible surface.
Razul’s breathing gets progressively louder.
I glance up to see his ochre cheeks flushed reddish, his pupils broad and dark.
Oh. Oh.
A little thrill turns over in my chest. I run my hand along his wing, reaching further up this time, closer to where they anchor.
Razul’s eyes roll back as his breath shakes in his lungs.
At the end of his abdomen, something wet and clear peeks out. His body twitches, curling under more.
Heat flutters in my chest as I remember how he fucked me.
Excitement ushers me on. I trail my hands down Razul’s body, doubling back around to follow the curve until I reach his clear cock poking out. Clear fluid drips around it, and when I slide my hands through it, it’s silky and light.
Razul moans and shudders, scooping me up.
I pout, my playtime over.
Razul flops over on his back, plopping me down where his middle set of legs attaches, my back to his chest. His abdomen flexes, offering his cock to me.
I reach out, eager for the six inches currently showing, already as thick as my fist. I really took all that girth? I knew the hucow transformation would make my tissues more elastic, but I didn’t realize how much more elastic.
Razul moans under me as I run my hands along his tip, and the rest of his cock gradually slides out.
His abdomen twitches and spasms in the most mesmerizing way, dripping more clear fluid around his cock with every contraction.
It’s not long before the vein at the center gradually fills with golden fluid.
I watch eagerly as it slowly approaches me, moving down his cock with every throb and pulse.
Finally, a golden bead forms at his tip.
I gently lean down and lick it up.
Fuck, it tastes good. Rich and complex, like toffee on steroids. I shove Razul’s shaft in my mouth and suck hard, making him spasm and drip more.
It’s so much slower this time; I guess he’s not as worked up yet. So, I savor it, sticking my tongue into his slit to chase more of that delicious flavor until his next twitch sends it spilling across my tongue.
Fully aroused, his cock is as long as my arm and noticeably flexible. As his abdomen tightens, his length shortens, getting thicker and harder.
I can’t help but stare, fascinated, as I keep up my greedy suckling.
I must be torturing him, just sucking on his tip, leaving so much of his cock unattended.
But Razul doesn’t complain. He adjusts the pillows behind himself so he can lean back on them and reach my hips, massaging deep into the muscles.
I hum happily, legs falling open to straddle him.
Razul grips my pelvis, rocking me against his firm chitin. It’s my turn to gasp and shudder, caught off-guard by the sudden stimulation.
I guess I can’t really complain. I suck harder at Razul’s cock, trying to distract him. But he’s adjusted to the sensation, and he lifts his hands to massage my breasts.
A warm tingling spreads from his touch, and my hips twitch, deepening the pressure on my clit. Fuck, it feels good. I rock again, and soon I’m grinding against Razul.
The more I grind and moan, the more his cock leaks into my mouth. I suck it all down, and the nutrition goes straight to my breasts this time, making them swell and ache.
Razul knows exactly where to dig his fingers in to make me feel every little throb as my breasts grow. Arousal spreads from Razul’s grip, dripping down my spine and pooling between my legs.
My moans soon turn to whimpers, getting more and more desperate. Fuck, I’ve never been so wet; slick drips down the insides of my legs, sliding along Razul’s body.
His legs twitch happily as his abdomen spasms, sending another rush of fluid down my throat.
Razul’s fingers dig hard into my plush breasts, and my breath catches. When he reaches his legs up and uses the smooth interior of his crescent-shaped claws to pinch my nipples, I scream, suddenly overwhelmed with need and arousal.
His murmurs fall over me, teasing and encouraging, drawing me into that trance where my mind is fuzzy and my limbs move on blind need. His abdomen tenses rhythmically, pouring surge after surge of that ambrosia down my throat.
Everything he gives me tastes so good, like milk and honey, and I crave that even richer taste when his cock runs white.
I drink more than should be possible, and with every passing minute, my breasts get heavier and heavier. When I whimper at the heaviness, Razul shifts his hands underneath, holding their weight for me.
Even when both my breasts and stomach are taut, I keep trying to shove Razul’s cock down my throat, still craving more of that flavor.
He trades the hands on my breasts for two legs on each side, his long, segmented feet cupping each swell.
Razul finally pries his cock out of my mouth, replacing it with his fingers. I suck around him as he presses on my tongue, pulling my back against his chest.
His other hand drops between my legs, sliding through my slick, ready core. My head tips back and I bite around his fingers as I moan.
Holy fucking shit.
My chest heaves, straining my heavy breasts, kicking my arousal up another notch.
I writhe, aching for Razul’s hand inside me, but his fingers just circle my clit.
Then something smooth and warm and thick presses against my entrance: his cock.
My head tips back, and I moan eagerly as Razul plunges inside, the girth eased by the precise circles of his fingers.