ZOLAYA

With a gentle touch, I explore the first mound. She is soft here, her flesh jiggling and bouncy as I touch it. Her nipples are taut, though, and puckered. When I brush against one with my fingers, she gasps and I can feel her body clench ever so slightly. Fascinated, I tease the peak with my fingertips and I love her response. Her nipple grows even tighter, the tip straining as if begging to be touched, and she makes little cries in her throat. All her teasing is gone—my Air-ee wants more touching.

I think of how creative humans are with their mouths, and I want to put mine on her. I lean down and give her pink nipple a lick, testing her reaction.

Air-ee moans, her head going back on the furs. Her hands clench tight, fisting handfuls of my mane and holding me against her teats.

“Does that feel good?” I murmur, and when my breath whispers over her skin, it prickles. Her whimper is the only response I get, but I will take it as encouragement. I drag my tongue over the tip again, and then tease it like I did the nipple between her thighs—with teasing circles and sucking. She stiffens under me, and when I try to lift my head, she pulls me back down, a silent plea for more. My mate is panting and gasping for breath as I move from one teat to the other and give it the same attention, her responses making my body hard with need. My cock is hard and ready, my khui singing loudly, but I want more of this. I live for every gasp I wring from her, every moan she lets break from her throat. Those are just as pleasurable as her touch, because I live to please her.

My lovely mate arches her back and presses her hips upward, silently rocking against me. Her skin is flushed with arousal and the scent of her perfumes the air. I grow greedy, and my hand slips between her thighs to cup the curls there…only to find her wet and slick with need.

She moans as my fingers skate over her cunt. “Yes, Zo, please. I want your hands there, too.”

I can refuse her nothing. I nip at one teat, eliciting a little gasp from her even as I slide a finger along the damp seam of her cunt. She is hot and wet here, and it makes my mouth water. “Just my hands? Or am I allowed to pleasure you with my lips and tongue, too?”

Air-ee moans. “God, yes, that’s allowed.”

I flick one nipple with my tongue a last time and then begin to kiss my way downward. The valley of her teats is too enticing to pass up, though, and I lick the skin there, feeling the heavy vibration of her khui as it sings to mine. I slide one finger along her damp folds and then push deep inside her, testing her readiness. Her cunt grips my finger tight, but her low cry of need is encouraging, as is the way she spreads her legs wider. She wants me there.

I can refuse my mate nothing, of course.

I kiss down her belly, moving lower even as I thrust a finger deep, pumping her with it like I plan to do with my cock. I love the wet clasp of her heat, the tight grip of her cunt on my finger, the little moans my mate makes with every touch I give her. I knew that mating would be good, that resonance would be even better. But this? This is almost too much. I push another finger inside her, and when she undulates and cries out my name, I have to pause. I press my forehead to her belly, trying to think of other things than the building force in my cock that wants so desperately to be spilled. One more twitch and I will lose control. I need to focus on other things, if only for a little while.

“Zo,” she pants, and her hands slide frantically to the sides of my face. “What—why are we stopping? Why—”

“Moment,” I tell her thickly, and rub my nose against the softness of her belly. “Need a moment.”

“Oh.” Her hands slide through my mane and she pets it instead of pulling on it. “Okay,” she tells me, her breathing slowing a bit. She smooths my hair back from my horns and I realize it has somehow come free of the braid she put it in for me. Air-ee must have pulled it loose. “Should we talk about…hunting?”

I lift my head, confused. “Hunting?”

“Or fishing. I’m trying to think of the least sexy things possible to help you out.”

My mouth twitches, and I try very hard not to laugh. “You did not enjoy hunting, I take it?”

Her nose wrinkles up, and even that is charming. “I’ll do it if I have to, but I don’t enjoy the death of innocent animals, especially if it happens at my hand. I think I’d cry every time.”

“Ah, but they are tasty animals.” Of course, tasty things makes me think of her, and I lean in and give her belly another kiss. “Not as tasty as my mate, but close.”

She shifts under me, and as I look up, she’s biting her lip. “Not as good on your…tongue?” Her voice is all innocence. “Not as…juicy?”

Oho, so she thinks to tease me? I slide my fingers deep into her cunt again, and she gasps. “Perhaps. Perhaps I should taste my mate again to see if she is as tasty as I remember. I could be wrong.”

“You could be,” Air-ee agrees, wriggling against my fingers. Her lips are parted and shiny, and I want nothing more than to kiss her again. She is so beautiful, my mate. So sensual.

I want to make her cry out, though. And I know that kissing will make her heavy-eyed and languid with desire, but she cries out and writhes on the furs when my mouth is on her cunt. I want that. I want her so wild with need that she tears at my hair and scratches my back until I push inside her and give her everything she wants—everything we both want.

I will not stop until I feel her cunt spasm on my tongue. Until she clamps her thighs around my horns and presses so hard I feel it in my skull. I want her breathless and crying out. I want her juices flooding my mouth.

Twice. I want that twice.

Maybe three times.

My khui hums pleasantly at the thought and I circle my fingers inside her, seeing if it is a motion that brings her pleasure. She shivers against me, but her attention is on my mouth, her eyes bright with longing. She wants me between her thighs, my lips on her cunt. It is a task I will happily perform, and I kiss her pale belly lower and lower until I am at the dark triangle between her thighs. “I like that you have a mane here.”

She giggles, shifting underneath me, her breath uneven. “A mane?”

“A cunt mane, yes. It is very unusual.”

This time, she snorts with laughter. I lift my head, curious. “What is so funny?”

“A…cunt…mane,” she giggles, pressing a hand to her mouth. “I’ve never heard it called that. Sorry. Not laughing at you.”

I cannot help but smile at her amusement. Does she think I would mind her delight? Humans are so odd sometimes. “What do your people call it, then, if not a mane?”

Her cheeks grow pink. “A bush, I guess.”

“A bush?” I frown, because the description is a terrible one. “Like the plants with leaves? Are you going to sprout, then?”

Her giggles grow louder, and she claps a hand over her mouth. “Stop, stop! I can’t…not with your fingers in me…”

Oh, is it tickling her then? I wiggle a finger deep inside her and her laughter changes to a gasp. Fascinating. I love her responses, but more than anything, I love her laughter. Her happiness. “I cannot call it a bush. It does not look like a plant to me.”

Her breathless chuckle pleases me. “You know, some human women get it removed. They don’t like it.”

“Truly?” I am surprised by this. “I like it, though. It is different, but that does not make it bad. It makes it mysterious.”

Air-ee giggles again. “My mysterious cunt mane. Lovely.”

“Yes,” I tell her, grinning. “It hides many glorious surprises under it, like your third nipple.” That sets her off into more giggles again. My strange female, I think with a shake of my head. She giggles a lot during mating. While I enjoy her laughter, I think she is getting distracted. It is time for me to remind her that I need to give her at least three climaxes before we are done. “Be quiet, Air-ee. I must concentrate.”

That only makes her laugh harder.

Still grinning, I lean down and put my mouth on her cunt. I keep my fingers seated deep inside her, because I love the clasp of her body around them, but it is time for me to taste her. I slide my tongue over the seam of her cunt and seek out her third nipple, because I know it is the most sensitive part.

Air-ee gasps and her laughter dies out. Her legs twitch and her hands go to my horns, fluttering up and down their length. “Oh…Zo.”

Ah, my nickname. I love it on her lips. Pleased, I rub my tongue against her nipple, teasing the bud of it. Her cunt is flooded with her sweetness, and I lap at her flesh, enjoying the delicate, musky taste of her arousal. Her khui sings so hard that I can feel it all the way down to here, and it adds a unique feeling to licking her.

Air-ee feels it, too, because she moans, undulating against my tongue. “Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, it feels so different with your fingers inside me.”

“It will be my cock soon,” I tell her between licks. “Once you are ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she tells me, all eagerness. She plucks at my horns and shifts her hips, trying to encourage me. “Please, Zo.”

“Not yet,” I tell her. “Not until I have made you come three times.”

“Three?” She sputters, and then it turns into another moan when I lick her third nipple again. “Oh god. Oh. Why three? Oh, your tongue. Oh Jesus.” Air-ee cannot stop wriggling underneath me. “Oh, Zo, stop, it’s too good.”

I ignore her words. As long as I hear “good,” I will not stop. If she pulls on my horns, I will, but her hands clutch at them as if she wishes to hold me there between her thighs, and her gasps grow louder and louder. I taste a burst of fresh wetness on my tongue and know she is close, so I redouble my efforts, sucking gently on the little nipple nestled between her folds, and thrust my fingers inside her again.

Her body clenches and she gives a little cry, arching up against my face as she comes. I can feel her tighten around my fingers, the delightful spasms that rock through her with her release. So lovely. I am a greedy male, though, and I want more. I keep licking and sucking at her third nipple, determined to wring another round from her.

My mate whimpers, writhing. “I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much—”

There is no such thing. I want everything she can give me. I keep going, teasing the little bud even as I pump into her with my fingers. I do not stop, because she is so close to coming again that I need to push her over once more. I think I need it more than I need my own release.

“I can’t,” she chants, even as she pushes her cunt up against my mouth, demanding more.

You can, I silently command her. Give it to me.

I thrust my fingers deep again, and Air-ee cries out, her body climaxing again. Her cunt grows wet under my tongue once more and I lap it up, eager for all that she can give me. My lovely mate. So responsive. So beautiful.

Her breath is a mere whimper as I lift my head and slide my fingers out of her cunt. She is fascinating to watch like this, all sweaty skin and breathless with her release. I lick my fingers clean of her taste, my cock growing harder by the moment. I want nothing more than to be inside her, to fulfill resonance as she has said. But I will wait for her lead.

“Oh,” she says with a little sigh. “That was…something else.”

I slide over her, resting my hips against hers, and lean in to kiss her. “Was it good?”

“You know it was.” Her cheeks are pink, and I am not entirely sure that all of it is from exertion. She reaches for me, pushing my mane back from my face. “God, I love you.”

“I, too, feel great joy.”

She just laughs and pushes at my shoulders. Curious, I let her lead and she insists on pushing me onto my back. I flick my tail out of the way and let her move me backward. I am surprised when she climbs atop my hips and straddles me, because should I not be the one mounting her? Air-ee pauses, a slight grin on her face. “You look confused.”

“Did you not wish to mate?”

“Oh, I do.” She rocks her hips again and this time, it drags her cunt against my cock as she rests atop it. I bite back a groan, because that felt far too good. “I think you should let me have a little fun for a bit, though.”

Fun? My mind threatens to splinter at the thought. “I can refuse my mate nothing,” I grit out as she rocks against me once more.

“You sound pained,” she murmurs, and leans over my chest. Her mane sweeps against my skin and then I feel her licking the plates over my heart. I groan again, because to have her turn into such a tease after I have pleasured her?

It is more than I ever dreamed.

“Oooh, what’s this rubbing up against me?” she murmurs, and grinds her hips down again. “Naughty thing. It’s distracting me.”

“Now I know you tease,” I tell her, fascinated by this erotic, playful side of her. “You know that is my spur.”

She only gives me a little smile and leans back. Air-ee rocks against it, her teats thrust out. It is the most incredible thing I have ever seen.

“My mate.” I put my hands on her hips and slide them up her body, caressing her teats. “Let me cover your body with mine so I can claim you. I promise I will make it good for both of us.”

Air-ee just gives me another sultry little smile. “Or I can stay up here and make it good for both of us.” She lifts her hips and then I feel her touch my cock, guiding it against her folds. The head slides along her slick cunt, and then she moves back and forth, rocking ever so slightly as she wets the head. “What do you say?”

I am so entranced by her movements that I cannot think of an answer. All I know is that I do not want her to stop.

She moves her body again, and then the head of my cock is sinking into her core. The clasp of her body around my shaft is tighter than I have ever imagined, and I nearly lose control. Air-ee gasps and presses her hands to my chest. “Oh. You’re so big. That’s such a cliché to say, but…god, Zo.”

“This is…bad?” It is hard to think with her on top of me like this.

“Oh, fuck no,” Air-ee breathes. “It’s amazing. Just…give me a moment.”

“You may have all of them.”

She giggles again, and then it turns into a gasp. “Oh god, don’t make me laugh. It feels—” She gasps again, breath catching as an expression of wonder makes her close her eyes. She moves her hips, ever so slightly, and I can feel her sink down further onto my shaft. The song of our khuis grows stronger with every passing moment, and I think I have never felt such utter joy in my life, such pleasure.

Air-ee’s gaze focuses on me and she rocks her hips again. Over and over, she makes small movements atop me, working my cock into her tight cunt. Then she pauses, and I realize she has slowly but surely moved all the way down on me. Her hands clench into fists and then she undulates, moaning. “Your spur…that’s so unfair.”

I look down and see that it rubs through her folds as she moves atop me, glistening with her arousal. “Does it feel good?”

“Far, far too good.” She closes her eyes again.

“Can I touch you?”

“Your hands are already on my hips.” There’s a tiny smile playing at the edges of her mouth, but she doesn’t open her eyes. Her head is tilted back, as if she is lost in the moment, in the sensations moving through her.

I can feel those sensations. Every clench of her body, every ripple of her cunt, I can feel it along my cock. I can feel the humming song of her khui as if it is mine. It feels…too intense for words. And I know my hands are on her hips, but I want more than lying passively beneath her. I want to do more. So I decide to show her instead.

I hold her hips tightly and when she starts to rock once more, I pull her up a little higher, until she is almost off of my cock, and when she slides back down again, I raise my hips to meet her. My thrust feels far more powerful that way, and Air-ee gasps in shock. Her cunt tightens around me. “Oh, yes,” she breathes. “More.”

With a low growl, I do as she wants. She is on top of me, but I am in control of every thrust. I pound into her, the friction between us the sweetest torture I have ever felt. I love her little whimpers that turn to grunts, I love the way her teats bounce wildly as she rides me, the abandon on her face. I love that she took over the moment and claimed me as hers just as surely as I have claimed her as mine.

And I want to come so, so badly. I want to spill my seed inside her and stay buried deep in her cunt until she has wrung every last drop of my essence from my body. I want to release and know what it is like to have her take all of me. But I want her to come one more time, because I swore it would be so. Even as I clasp my mate and drag my cock in and out of her, I focus on her pleasure and not mine. If I think about how good this feels, I will lose control. I think of her and the way her lovely mouth works in a silent cry as I slick deep into her. I think of how her nipples are taut with need even though I am no longer touching them. I think of my spur and how she rubs up against it every time she pushes down on me.

“Tell me what you need,” I demand even as I thrust into her once more. “I want you to come again.”

She moans and shakes her head, clearly unable to speak.

That means she is close. I am too close to pace myself, so I reach for one teat, teasing the nipple as she slides back down on me. Air-ee gives a little cry and her hips jerk, and then she is grinding down against me, gasping and wild. I can feel her cunt tighten like a fist around my cock, and I clench one hip even as I flick her nipple. “Come, my sweet mate. I need it.”

Air-ee gives a fierce little cry, her legs clenching tight against my hips, and then I can feel her release rippling through her like a wave. The breath hisses from my throat and I lock onto her waist, driving into her with my cock. One rough thrust, then two, and then I am coming as well, my release blasting through me like the deep, intense shudder of an earth-shake. I keep thrusting, my movements ragged, but all I know is that I cannot stop. Not until every last drop of my seed is deep inside her. At some point I grab her and we flip again and then she is under me as I pump into her.

Then all the breath is gone from my body and I collapse on top of her, sweaty and sated. She murmurs my name and smooths my mane back from my face, panting.

I hold her close, dazed. Being with her was the most intense experience of my life. Mating with Air-ee is better than even the finest hunt. It has ruined me for everything else.

Air-ee’s teats push up against my face as she sucks in a deep breath and then sighs. “Mmmm.”

Her contentment sends a pleased ripple through my body. I pull her closer, rolling our tangled limbs until I am beneath her once more and she is sprawled on top of me. “I can still feel your khui singing,” I murmur as I slide a hand up and down her side, fascinated at the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way she feels against me. I am addicted to my mate.

“Mmm,” she says again, and rests her head on my chest. “Yours, too.” She sounds so content.

“That means we will need to mate again.”

“Mmmhmmm.” That time, she makes the sound decidedly pleased, and I grin.

“That means we probably will not leave this cave until the celebration is long over.” I had thoughts of taking her out and introducing her when she was pleasantly distracted from coming, but I find I do not have it in me to leave this cave. The tribe can wait until tomorrow.

Or the day after tomorrow. It makes no difference to me.

“I’m in no hurry,” she murmurs, and caresses my chest. “I like being here with you.”

I smile absently at that, because I feel the same. “I suppose it is good we are in the storage cave. We have enough supplies stored away that no one will need to come looking for us for at least a turn of the moon. We can leave that screen up until we’re ready to come out.”

Air-ee’s laughter fills me with joy. “That might be a while.”

“I am in no hurry,” I say, repeating her words. “No hurry at all.”