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“Be still,” I commanded. I eased a finger into her wet channel as I returned my tongue to her clit. Her channel pulsed against my finger, and I imagined that feeling on my cock. When I had violently taken her that first time, her channel had been dry. I had not thought much of it, as Ptexari cocks release their own lubricant for that purpose, but the difference here was astounding. The idea of sliding my cock into her tight, wet heat had me thrusting even harder againstthe bed.
“Yes, right there,” she whispered.
I thrust another finger in her, stretching her channel to prepare her to take me. She moaned loudly, and I nearly lost full control. The desire to stick my shaft in her was becoming impossible to resist. I was licking and sucking her clit while thrusting my finger inside her wet pussy. I groaned as my cock leaked lubricant, seeking its mate. I was fascinated by the pulsing of her channel as I thrust both digits inside her. Was she squeezing my fingers on purpose or was this an involuntary response?
I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed. Her skin was flushed, and a sheen of sweat had broken out freshly upon her forehead. I wish I had ripped her dress off so that I could see her breasts, but I did not wish to stop when her expression was so blissful.
Her thighs began to tremble and then locked around my face. I sucked hard and drove my fingers deeper inside her. I curled them forward to feel the spongy tissue of her front wall. Andie gave a gasp, and then she screamed. Her voice did me in. Colors burst in my mind while the music of her pleasure washed over me. As her channel pulsed rhythmically around my fingers, my cock exploded. Ropes of cum streamed in an endless fountain of pulses. I thrust my hips against the bedframe in time with my fingers, buried my nose and tongue deeper into her pussy as I sucked her through her peak. I was an animal with no thought but pleasing his mate, pushing her screams louder and higher as the magic of her voice washed over my skin. Bursts of color obscured my vision. I was so lost in my own pleasure I came close to biting her. Eventually, she gasped and said, “Too much!” and pushed my head away.I eased back and looked up at her.
Andie had flopped backwards onto the bed, legs relaxed and dangling off the side. She was lying on her back, eyes closed, one arm bent over her eyes, and the other above her head. Legs parted, she looked completely, adorably spent. The vulnerability of her position, on her back, spread before me, was something I never thought I would see. Somehow, the trust she displayed meant even more to me than the pleasure I had just witnessed and felt.
I went to the sanitizing room and grabbed a towel. I returned to her and gently cleaned her up and wiped up my own mess. Cum was all over the side of my bed.
I wiped it off the bed and my cock and tucked myself back into my sheath. I did not wipe my face. I wanted to keep the scent of her on me as long as possible. It satisfied a possessive need inside me to smell her on me. I gently picked her up, pulled back the covers on my bedcushions, and laid her down in my bed.
Another difference between the Ptexari and humans. Humans experienced lethargy after sex. From the recordings I saw, they snuggled together and even fell asleep together afterwards. It had been explained in the video that on workdays, they often mated at night and then slept all night together in the same bed.
Ptexari matings were usually a quick affair. We did not become tired afterward. If a female was in heat, she usually sought her male in the morning, when his erection was strongest. After the male ejaculated, they both cleaned up and went about their day.
I was not tired, but I knew that humans expected this cuddling after mating, called aftercare, and I was determinedto treat my mate as she deserved. I removed my skirt and crawled in bed with her and pulled her close to me. She sleepily rolled over and threw an arm and a leg over me while resting her head on my chest. This was a new sensation for me, although not unpleasant. Her warmth seeped into me. I buried my nose in her hair, content. I closed my eyes and replayed our encounter in my mind - how wet she became, the noises that she made, her writhing and bucking. I was hard again in short order, but would not bother her as she slipped deeper into slumber.
Eventually, my own breathing evened out, and I succumbed to sleep, gratified to have my mate in my arms, in my bed, for the first time. Hopefully, the first of many.
CHAPTER 59
Andie
Oh. My. God.
I was having the most erotic dream, and I woke up with a tongue between my legs. I looked down and saw my dress hiked up around my waist, Dakleth’s crest visible as his head bobbed between my thighs.
No sooner had I realized what was happening when I was completely shattered by an intense orgasm. My back arched as I threw my head back and screamed. Dakleth was still licking me slowly as I came back down, his eyes intensely fixed on my face as he gazed at me from behind my mound. He pulled away and licked his lips.
“Most satisfactory, mate,” he said, a bit smugly. I was speechless as last night’s memories came rushing back. How he had kissed me, brought me upstairs to his bedroom, and eaten me out until I came with my legs clamped to his face, then fallen promptly asleep. I was more than a little embarrassed. He’d given me two orgasms already, and I had yet to reciprocate.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I said.
“That you felt enough trust in me to sleep peacefully in my presence was a great gift,” he said as he climbed the bedand settled next to me on his side. He stroked my arm idly. “I love your skin. It is so smooth and soft,” he murmured. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Perfection,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m, ah, very impressed with your oral skills.”
He smirked. “I thoroughly enjoyed that. I was not sure if I would. The Ptexari do not do such things. Our females do not have a pleasure button such as yours or require to be touched to be aroused. Their arousal is driven by the hormones of their heat cycle. Ptexari mating is short in comparison. I find I am enjoying human mating much more. There is pleasure to be derived from pleasing my mate. And you taste delectable.”
I didn’t tell him not to call me mate. That seemed sort of pointless now. How was I going to explain that sex for humans was sometimes just casual? Although last night didn’t really feel casual to me. And I knew for sure he didn’t feel that way. I still didn’t feel the mating bond like he did, but I was definitely catching feelings for him. I wasn’t sure if that was just the sex hormones or not. Truthfully, I was enjoying the time we’d been spending together. He was thoughtful, kind, and funny. Smart and considerate, too. I wasn’t sure if that was enough to think we were in a relationship, but it was a good start, I supposed.
For once, I decided not to think about it too hard. I had enjoyed him, much more than I expected given how we met. My body didn’t seem to lock up around him anymore, for which I was grateful. I wouldn’t ever forget what happened to me, but I could tell that I really and truly had forgiven him for the misunderstanding. And I’d forgiven myself. I felt a deep contentment.
He seemed to enjoy the moment, too, and wasn’t pushing for more. Looking down, I saw I was still wearing last night’s dress. Fortunately, I did keep some clothes in the guestroom I often used, but I would be doing the walk of shame through the Palace halls.
“Well, um, thanks again. You get a gold star,” I laughed. He looked bewildered. “In school, if you did well on an assignment, the teacher would give you a gold sticker in the shape of a star. It means you did very well,” I explained.
“I see. You get a gold star as well, my mate,” he gazed softly at me.
“I didn’t really do anything.”
“You allowed me to pleasure you. You let down your walls. That is very much something,” he said.
“Yes, well. It was lovely, but we should probably clean up and go to breakfast.”
