Maslar took a halting step forward. His hands went to his breaches and he removed them, sliding them down his hips and casting them aside. He watched Janelle’s face. Her eyes grew round and wide when she looked at his straining erection.
“Lay back on the bed,” Maslar said huskily. “I have a way that we can give you everything you want.”
Janelle moved slowly, eventually doing as he asked. He thought it was sweet how she tried to cover her breasts and her sex instinctively. She was shy and innocent. When Maslar breathed in deeply he raised a brow. Her scent was like rain, like fresh, clear water. She had never lain with a man before. They would have to be careful with her, introducing her slowly to the arts of pleasure.
Andar was already shifting onto the bed. He ran his hand up Janelle’s smooth, shapely leg and she trembled under his touch. Maslar growled low in his throat and Andar moved to the side, sucking and kissing his way up Janelle’s body. He found her breasts and he worshipped them with his mouth, running his tongue over the hard peaks. Janelle gasped and arched into him. She was so very responsive it made Malar’s own body ache with longing.
He could no longer hold back. In truth, he had never felt as out of control as he did now. He eased onto the bed and when he ran his hand over Janelle’s leg she whimpered low in her throat. The smell of her anticipation and desire was as fragrant in the air as Andar’s had been a few moments ago. Maslar had yet to emit his own scent. He did desire the human woman, but it was like his grief was so deep he doubted he would ever be able to give that scent to someone else again.
Pushing his morose thoughts away, he focused only on Janelle. She was his future. She was the woman who might give him a young. His blood soared at the prospect.
“What are you going to do?” Janelle asked. Her soft voice was alluringly thick with arousal.
“I am going to worship you,” Maslar said. “I am going to lick and suck every single part of you until you cry out in ecstasy.”
“Oh,” Janelle breathed out. She was silent after that, and when Maslar ran his hand up her leg, over her thigh, they fell away easily under his touch, exposing her most beautiful part.
She was so wet and ready, her sex glistening with her own juices. Maslar’s mouth watered to taste her but he would first restrain himself. He was going to make this an experience she would never forget. This was about her pleasure first, not his.
Andar was tenderly kissing Janelle, caressing her body, readying her for Maslar’s touch.
Maslar edged forward and Janelle’s legs parted around his massive shoulders, spreading wide. A fresh wave of her scent washed over the room and Maslar could tell just how excited she was for him to touch her.
Reaching out, Maslar explored her sex gently. He parted her folds with his index finger and thumb, his hand getting soaked in her musk. She smelled delicious, so feminine and erotic it sent his pulse racing and his cock pounding painfully between his legs. He knew it would still be a while before he took his own relief, and the sweet pain only made the moment that much more erotic.
Maslar bent his head and his mouth hovered just over her sex. When she felt his warm breath on her, she squirmed and made little mewling noises in the back of her throat.
“Is this what you want, Janelle? Is this how I should taste you?” Maslar asked in his deep, rich voice.
“Yes,” she whimpered, shifting her pelvis into his touch. “Yes… please…”
“As you command.”
Maslar dipped his face and licked her sex in one long, hot motion. Janelle cried out, arching her hips, grinding into his face in a soundless plea for more. Maslar slowly explored the folds he had parted with his fingers. Her musk on his tongue was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His head swam and he felt his control slipping away.
He licked her again, tracing the outline of her with his tongue. He started from the bottom of her sex and made his way to the top, to her tight, swollen clit. Janelle arched off the bed again, her cries of pleasure filling the room. She was panting and Maslar knew it wouldn’t be long until she shattered apart under his mouth.
He licked her again, parting her so that his tongue could penetrate deep into her sex. Her heat closed in around him sweetly and tightly. She twisted against him and moaned, already climbing the peak towards her climax. He withdrew and plunged in again, parting her urgently before he pulled out and did another slow, agonizing lap of her sex, finding her clit and suckling it into his mouth.
“Please…” Janelle panted. “Oh god… I feel…”
“What do you feel, Janelle?” Andar asked softly, pulling away, his thumbs still kneading her nipples. Her chest was thrust into his touch, her back raised off the bed as she silently begged for more.
“I want to… to shatter,” Janelle whimpered.
Maslar smiled without raising his head. “Then you shall,” he said quietly. He reached out and while suckling her clit, he inserted the tip of his index finger into her hot, tight entrance.
Janelle went wild. Her body jerked against his touch, her hips jacked off the bed. Her wordless cries of pleasure echoed through the room. She gave herself up to the pleasure. Her sex grew swollen and Maslar lapped at the rush of juices, the taste of her sweetest ambrosia on his tongue.
He waited, licked her softly until she came back down, until her cries softened into little whimpers and then ceased all together. Only then did Maslar raise his head.
“How did that feel, Janelle?”
Her blue eyes were glazed over with passion and strands of her long, blonde hair had come loose from her braid as she thrashed her head. Her face had the sweetest blush of pleasure coloring her cheeks.
“Amazing,” she whispered. Her brow knitted tightly and she surprised them by asking her next question. “I thought you said you had a way that I could do both. Taste you and have you taste me.” She seemed almost disappointed.
Maslar stifled a groan of sheer wild, male need. “Yes. I have a way. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own pleasure first. There is much, much more for you, Janelle. You’ll just have to trust us.”
“I do,” she whispered, and her words rang with sincerity. “I do trust you.”
Andar turned and Maslar met his purple gaze. Wordlessly they changed positions, so that Andar was nestled between Janelle’s legs and Maslar had access to her beautiful breasts and her full, lush mouth.