Cutlass

The needs of a Reithhar Warrior were quite simple. Beyond food and a place to hole up away from the sun, we needed little else. Our wants, though, were varied. Some hunters wanted soft skins to wrap around them when they slept or a large tribe to be a part of. Me? I wanted to claim Klow-ee with my words and my cock.

Not necessarily in that order.

She’s so beautiful, my soft, sweet human.

Klow-ee dropped to her knees, fingers strong and sure as she unbuttoned my shirt. No shaking, no sign of fear or nervousness. Her eyes met mine, so heated, her stare sexy enough that it made the head of my cock slick. Made me crave her touch in a way that caused an ache deep within.

She wanted me to fulfill her needs.

“Klow-ee.” My guttural whisper caused her flesh to prickle and flush. There was no greater temptation than that soft, warm skin all dark and ready for my attention. But I wanted to keep mouth mating with her. Kiss-sing, she’d called it. I liked kiss-sing her a lot. There was something so intriguing about sliding my tongue inside her mouth, about the press of her lips against mine. I also wanted to slide my cock between her legs and rut her until she screamed my name. Simple needs, all of them.

“I’m probably not ready for full-on sex yet,” she said. Still smiling, still undressing me with care. “But I want to plae with you.”

The word didn’t quite translate to my language, and the visuals from the translator confused me. “Plae? What is this plae?”

I growled as her fingers brushed my skin, as she rubbed my hard nipple through my shirt. The sparks that move caused were new to me. Reithhar females ignored such things, choosing to focus solely on the cock instead. I’d never once felt as if I was missing out on anything during my exploits, until Klow-ee. This human knew how to entice me for sure.

She pushed the fabric off my arms and ran her fingers over my bare chest. “It’s play, as in to have fun. You know. Everything but.”

I didn’t know, but as long as she kept touching me the way she was, I’d play with her all night.

When she reached for the fastenings on my pants, I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her close, falling back on the bed so she was draped across me. Klow-ee laughed, and the sound was a blessing to my ears. This woman, this human female, was much more than I had expected. She was beautiful and soft, funny and charming. And ignorant of my true self. I needed to tell her, and soon.

But then she pulled her legs up and straddled me, putting her weight right on my aching cock, and all thoughts of telling her anything other than yes and more flew out the window. Especially when she rubbed herself against me—gyrated that warm, wet cunt on the head of my cock just once. My control officially snapped at that touch.

“Klow-ee.” I grabbed her hips, moving her against me in a rhythm I hoped we could both find pleasure with. I definitely did. Already, my cock twitched and leaked, ready to delve into her soft, slick depths. Needing release and wanting to garner that inside of her. But she wasn’t ready, she’d said, and I would honor that. It would be so hard—because I was already so hard—but I’d honor it. I could only hope that this play led to something more.

As I pressed harder against her soft sex, Klow-ee leaned down, kiss-sing me deeply. With her lips against my mouth, her cunt warm and soft against my cock, she groaned and rode me toward that point of pleasure where release was inevitable. I watched her, amazed at how beautiful she was in the throes of her passion, how her body moved so well over mine. How her softness begged for my touch. My sac tightened and my cock positively screamed for more, but Klow-ee wasn’t through. Not yet. The human had more tricks for me.

In the huskiest voice I’d ever heard, she whispered, “I’m so wet for you.”

Kill shot. Hunt over. Prey destroyed.

I groaned, my fingers clutching her thighs so tight, I knew I’d leave marks. “I can feel your wet cunt against me. You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now.”

I wanted to do more than feel her, though. I wanted to taste that cunt. Wanted to feel her juices on my tongue and savor every drop of that precious arousal. Wanted to know what sliding inside that wetness would do to me. But my Klow-ee only wanted to play, so I would do the next best thing to pressing my cock inside her. I would fulfill at least one need of hers—and one want of my own.

As Klow-ee moaned, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her up the length of my body until her sweet cunt was directly above my face. The women of my kind didn’t mate unless fertile and ready for a cub, but that didn’t mean they didn’t seek pleasure. I was well skilled with my hands and mouth. I could satisfy my female, and I would. For as long as she’d let me.

With one finger, I moved aside the thin fabric between me and her swollen cunt, and then I dove in.

“Cutlass,” Klow-ee gasped, clinging to the pillows under me as she rode my face.

“What is this?” I asked, taking a long swipe through her beautiful cunt. Licking the length of her before pulling away once more. “Is this the mouth mating that kiss-sing is not?”

Klow-ee groaned, her legs shaking under my hands. “Oral…oral sex. It’s called oral sex.”

“Is that all?” I flicked the little ball of flesh I found at the apex of her sex, loving the way she jumped and moaned. “Oral sex doesn’t roll off the tongue well. I prefer licking your sweet cunt. Can we call it that instead?”

Her moan was more than the answer I needed. I dove back in, spreading her lips with my fingers and working my tongue over her softest flesh. Her taste ran down my throat, and her scent positively smothered me. If this was Klow-ee’s version of play, I’d definitely do this all night. And all day. Every second.

I flicked the little ball again. The feel of it against my tongue brought me much pleasure, and Klow-ee twitched when I licked it. Moaned when I circled my tongue around it. She positively jerked and screamed when I sucked it between my teeth. Interesting.

“Fuck, Cutlass. Do that again.” She trembled in a way that told me paying attention to that little flesh brought her much pleasure, too. So I flicked it again, then brought it between my lips.

Klow-ee slammed her hand down on the headboard. “Yes, fuck.”

I’d be doing that again, but not yet. First, I needed to tease a bit more.

“What else is it called?” I gave that little ball another swipe, unable to pull my mouth away from it or her. “What am I doing to you? Teach me your words.”

“Cunnilingus. Going down. Fuck, giving me the best…” Klow-ee shook and moaned as she grabbed my mane and pulled me even closer. “Eating me out.”

Had I not been devouring the taste of her need, I would have laughed. No wonder she’d flushed so pleasantly when I’d offered to eat her out. The translator had put the words together in that order, but apparently, it was wrong. I’d have to remember that.

But we could laugh about that miscommunication later, because right then, I had Klow-ee’s cunt on my tongue, and I wasn’t giving that up. Wouldn’t take the time away from her sweetest taste to talk more.

I licked a single line from back to front, suckling the little ball of flesh before diving back inside her with my tongue. I couldn’t contain the purr, the sound of pleasure my people gave when close to sexual release. Klow-ee gasped and jerked, falling forward as she quivered all around my tongue.

“Coming, coming… Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”

The translator images were extreme and filthy, adding to my enjoyment and perfect inspiration for finishing off my female’s rush to release. But I wanted more from her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her closer so I could pay more attention to the little ball between her flesh. She screamed, pulling and yanking my mane as she orgasmed on my tongue. As I pushed her over that edge two more times. As I drove her through her sexual releases to the point she could no longer sit up on her own. And when I was done, when Klow-ee lay beside me groggy and sated, I finally searched for my own release. Three strokes of my hand was all it took, and I spilled with her name on his lips. Her taste on my tongue. Her flesh against my side.

Next time, I could only hope to spill my seed with my cock inside of her. But only after I told her my truth.