- Emilia -

He swallows, and there was definitely a twitch under his loincloth. “Toh.”

I'm not sure how to subtly lead him on in his own language, and subtleness isn't really what I'm going for here. So I move my hand to his thigh. That's another bundle of steel cables, just about the thickness you'd need to hold up the Golden Gate bridge.

“Emilia desires to be teel bet?” he says, and his voice has definitely acquired some degree of hoarseness.

I don't know what 'teel bet' means, but judging from the pretty huge bulge in his loincloth, it has to have something to do with sex.

Sounds good to me. I'm far away from home, I'm alone here with the hottest man I've seen and I haven't had any intimacy for too long. I'm going to go with my most basic instincts for probably the first time in my life.

I jut my chin out in that alien gesture. “Toh.”

He sits up and places one large hand on my chin and one on my shoulder, then leans in and kisses me right on the lips.

Ah. I suppose he's not really a virgin after all, because then he would be clumsy, but this is the most passionate kiss I've ever had. His lips are soft in a way that's so different from the rest of him that the surprise turns into pure hotness inside me.

He disengages and looks at me from up close with an orange fire in his otherworldly eyes.

I have to catch my breath. “Yeah. Okay. That works.”

Now he's checked that I'm fine with it, he comes in and kisses me again. I get his scent and his heat very close to me, and this time I put a hand on one massive shoulder and feel the warm muscles flex under it. It's tingle city in my girly bits now, totally liquid heat of anticipation.

I take one of his hands and move it to my chest, and he squeezes one breast gently. “Woman,” he whispers, as to himself.

“Woman,” I confirm. Even with the thick dinosaur skin of my shapeless dress between us, his touch feels so good that I want more. So I indicate that he can help me pull it up and off me.

As he does, I remember that I don't have any underwear on. So now I'm sitting with my bare butt on the ground. It's not cold, but it's a little uncomfortable. I place my hands across my chest and move my hips a little while frowning at the ground.

He carefully places my dress beside us and dive into his bag for something. It's a white pack of some kind, and it's packed very tightly. He shakes it once in the air, and then it unfolds into a large fur that he places on the ground. I move over to it, and it's much better. It's soft and supple and feels like sitting on a thick, soft carpet.

Ar'ox stands up and looks all around us, then puts more wood on the fire. I'm glad he remembers that I'm counting on him to keep me safe, even under these circumstances. We're between the river and the fire, so I guess that helps.

Then he kneels in front of me and just stares. He looks me up and down, pausing at my boobs and my crotch, although I'm sitting with my knees together and he can't really see anything. The bulge in his loincloth twitches all by itself, and I long to put my hand in under it and check it out.

“Ar'ox now teel bet,” he states and inches closer. He doesn't take off his kilt-like loincloth, for some reason, and I'm just about to indicate it when he takes my knees, spreads them gently and then lowers his head right there.

“Yeah, that might work, too,” I gasp as I feel his warm breath on my most sensitive parts. I'm grateful I had the opportunity to clean myself a little in the river after an eventful day like this.

He looks at my pussy from up close, and it feels pretty weird. Do I urge him on or let him enjoy his first sight of something that most guys seem to find extremely interesting?

Right when I decide to maybe say something, he kisses the sensitive skin down there and sends a shower of sparks through my pussy, making my whole body twitch.

He goes on to kiss all around the slit, and if feels sensational. Nope, no way is this a virgin. He must have done this before. Or he's just a natural talent. Yes, probably that.

I lay back and let my eyes almost close as he keeps teasing my girly bits, getting closer and closer but not quite touching the most sensitive parts. It's working, too. All my attention is focused on his actions, just waiting for the first real touch.

Then there's a hotness and movement right on the opening, and I twitch and gasp as he runs his tongue up between the outer lips, stopping just short of the clit. Yeah, he's a tease, this one.

Then my eyes widen. That can't be just any ordinary tongue he's got there. It's got to have some special texture and agility, because it's like he's running a little sparkler up and down my slit, sending thousands of all kinds of delightful tingles from my pussy to my spine. And he hasn't even touched my clit.

I spread my legs more and raise my hips in an involuntary movement to make him go faster

But he's in charge here, and in a strange way that's absolutely fine with me. He keeps me wanting more, forcing me to just accept that he's calling the shots for my sex. It's a dominant thing, and I really like that right now.

I can feel the heat from his breath and I know I'm juicing like crazy. I can't tell his movements apart anymore, and I just let my eyes close and enjoy the heat. I'm in safe hands.

I guess that's what he's been waiting for, because just as I decide to enjoy the ride, he rewards me with a hot spark that shoots from my clit and ignites all the hotness he's created there. It can't be more than a couple of seconds of that tongue and those lips working intensely on my clit before I'm over the cliff and the orgasm shakes me, and I can hear my own whimpers and moans.

And then I look down myself and see those white fangs of his so close to my sex, and that sends another wave of pleasure through me, because he's clearly insanely dangerous, and still capable of this kind of action. Just for me. There's so much pent-up need in me that I'm probably making more noise than what is safe right here, but I also don't care right now. I just give in.

I ride the climax, which is somehow longer and better than ever before. He keeps licking me, just right, as if he knows exactly how to make it last.

“A little sensitive now,” I finally pant and push him gently away. He disengages and gets up on his knees, and on his face is the most self-satisfied grin I've ever seen. And I totally approve. He has every reason to feel that way.

He scouts around for dangers, then lies down on his back with his leather sack as his pillow. I curl up beside him and place my head on his chest. His skin is warm and dry and soft and I can hear his slow, strong heartbeat in one ear as his chest rises and sinks with his relaxed breathing.

I'm drowsy again, and even though there are many things I'd like to talk to him about right about now, I decide to do it tomorrow instead. And I have to find some way to return the favor. That bulge in his kilt is as huge as ever. Well, I'll think of something.

“Thank you,” I say, and then I'm out like a light.