Page 12 of Truthful Deceptions

He was purring as I leaned down and put my lips on his shoulder. I noticed a strip of exposed skin where his neck met his shoulders that wasn’t covered by keratin plates. I pressed my lips to it and felt him shudder. I was thrilled to find another erogenous spot.

While I kissed and licked the skin at the base of his neck, I reached up with one hand to rub his cheek. He sucked in a breath, then let out a low growl.

When I bit down gently, he gasped and grabbed my hips. I’d been slowly inching them down, hoping to work his shaft into my needy channel. At first I thought he realized what I was doing and was going to stop me.

But he moved his hands up my back, rubbing and petting my skin. One hand tangled in my hair, probably to keep my face where it was.

As I licked, kissed, and bit at his neck, I inched my hips down until I could feel the tip of his shaft poised at my entrance.

Before he could realize what I was doing, I dropped my pelvis and impaled myself.

We both cried out. It felt that good.

I let out a loud moan and ground myself against him. His purring had changed a little, and it was making his cock and body vibrate. It was amazing.

“Please,” I begged. I wasn’t pretending at all. I needed him to take over the fucking because I was close but couldn’t make my body work!

“No, Opal. I can’t,” he whispered, but didn’t make any move to pull me off.

“I’m so close,” I sobbed. “Tolreum, don’t leave me like this. It’s torture.”

I wasn’t exaggerating. I was on the cusp of another orgasm and could tell this one was going to be even better than the first. My entire body felt like electricity was sparking through my nerves. It was intense and nearly painful.

“The ancestors will never forgive me,” he moaned, then wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over. He began thrusting. Each time he bottomed out, the vibrations became so intense I swore I could feel them in my chest.

I cupped his cheeks and drew his face to mine. “I’m going to lip press you,” I warned him, then pulled his lips to mine.

He didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and let me explore. He was a quick study and moaned as our tongues met and stroked each other. I kept rubbing his scent glands with my fingers until oil coated my hands and dripped down my forearms.

Wrapping my legs around him, I tilted my pelvis a little. That was it! Now he was rubbing my clit with each stroke.

I screamed into his mouth as I came again, my body flooded with so much pleasure my extremities tingled.

He thrust a few more times before letting out a roar and pressing hard inside me one more time. Heat filled me and sparked my flagging orgasm into another peak.

I ended the kiss and dropped my head to the pillow under me. I couldn’t hold it up any longer. My legs flopped down, and my entire body gave an excellent impression of the Old Earth Jello I’d seen in vids as orgasm aftershocks made me twitch.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered. My arms were the last to give out, but I managed to swipe some oil onto my lips before they fell to my sides. “I wish our time together never had to end.”

He pulled out and laid down in the nest next to me, purring. “It doesn’t have to.”

His voice sounded distant, but his words made me smile.

“Good,” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep to dream of a world where Tolreum stayed with me on Bright Star and everything worked out perfectly.

Chapter 4

Tolreum

I woke up from a dead sleep feeling two deeply conflicting emotions: guilt and satisfaction.

Mating with Opal and then sleeping with her tucked tightly against me was one of the most amazing things I'd ever experienced.

As wonderful as that was, there was no question that I'd given into my baser needs and acted inappropriately with Opal. Even if my suspicions were correct and she was as intelligent as any Talin, I still didn't have the right to engage in intercourse with her.

Except, despite my sense of guilt, I didn't think I could ever give up this intimacy. Every part of her was addicting: her taste, the sounds she made, and the way her body responded to my touch.

I was a quick study. I was sure I could make her responses even more intense.