Page 63 of Mazorium Buys a Human

He lay down next to me, drawing me against him. “Good human.”

I chuckled and closed my eyes. I didn’t sleep, only rested. We stayed like that until my heartbeat calmed back down and my breathing returned to normal.

That’s when I noticed he still had his pants on. At some point he’d taken off his belt, but I didn’t like that he was wearing clothes.

I wanted to explore also.

Tugging on the fabric, I glared up at him with mock fierceness. “Off!”

He sounded a rumble of amusement. “Of course.”

Standing up, he pulled them off and tossed them aside. Curiosity pushed me to get on my knees.

“Stay there,” I ordered, running my hands up his legs and to where his dick would be if he was human. I could see the outline of his cock, but it was hidden by a layer of skin covered in tiny keratin plates. No—plates was the wrong word. Keratin beads or scales would be more accurate as none of them were bigger than my pinky nail.

“That’s my flesh pouch,” he said, his voice not entirely steady. “It keeps my sex organs secure and safe.”

“Hmm,” I said, moving my hands to the seam of the pouch that ran almost from hip to hip. I looked up, licking my lips. “How do I get your trapped cock free so I can touch him?”

He sucked in a breath. “As I become aroused, my shaft thickens, lengthens, and hardens, forcing the pouch back.”

I nodded and ran my fingers over the seam. “How come you haven’t come free with all the things you did to me?”

“I was fo-fo-focused on you,” he said, stumbling over the words because I’d figured out I could press my fingers inside thepouch. “It was easy to keep control of myself while ex-extract-extracting pleasure from you.”

“You’re so soft in here,” I murmured, entranced by the change of texture. I pushed my hand deeper and was able to brush the head of his shaft with my fingertips.

Maz’s entire body shuddered. When I did it again, he moaned. The pouch got uncomfortably tight around my hand as his shaft swelled. Instead of pulling my hand free, I pushed further down until my smaller wrist was at the seam.

“This is nice,” I said, petting his cock with my fingers.

“Mika!” Maz exclaimed. The pouch snapped back, freeing my hand, Maz’s cock, and his ball.

Yup, there was only one of them, and I wanted to touch it.

I cupped his ball in my hand, marveling at the delicate texture of his skin.

“I didn’t know you had soft parts.” He gasped when I wrapped my free hand around his hard cock. “And you have some nice hard parts too.”

“Mika,” Maz said in a strangled voice. “Are you trying to be humorous right now?”

“No, simply observing my surroundings,” I said with a stifled giggle. Maz tried to growl but ended up whimpering when I licked over the broad head of his shaft. He tasted as good as he smelled. It was like I was licking the ginger candy my grandmother used to make.

Eager for more, I worked my mouth over the head. The air filled with the sound of Maz’s sensual rumbling, which was also making his cock vibrate in my mouth.

Oh. My. God. Maz had a vibrating cock!

I pulled my mouth off his dick and grabbed his hand.

“I’ll give you the best blow job of your life, but later,” I said. “I need you under me right now!”

He half lowered, half collapsed into the nest next to me. “I’m not sure you should,” he started to say, but I stopped him with a hand over his mouth.

“Hush!” I said, pressing him down onto his back. I put both hands on his chest and threw a leg over him.

Lifting up to my knees, I held his cock steady and lowered myself down on him. We both hissed as he slid home.

“By the ancestors!” he barked out, grabbing hold of a bracket on the wall over his head. Normally it would be used to secure an extra bunk, but right now it was Maz’s security bracket. “Mika, I’ve never felt anything like you. I won’t last!”