Page 43 of His to Worship
My hands roam her body, finding the soft curves and the hidden places that make her gasp. Her skin is like silk beneath my fingers, supple and warm. She arches against me, her body pressing into me. My tail moves on its own, sliding under her thin, yellow tunic and tracing along her stomach. I slip it over the crest of her breast, rubbing back and forth over the rock hard bud. She shivers, a soft moan escaping her lips. I lean down to steal her sounds for my own. Enikk will hear nothing. These noises are for my ears alone.
Pressing my lips into hers, I take my time, enjoying the way she writhes beneath me. I roll us over, holding her to me until she straddles my body, her tanned legs coming to rest on either side of my hips. The position puts her cunt right over me, the warmth seeping into my cock and making it strain in my pants.
Sliding my hands under her hips, I tilt her so her back arches, making her fleshy ass stick in the air. I trail my tail up the back of her legs, slipping over her knees, and under the loose shorts she wears to bed. I almost lose it completely when I realize she does not wear the thin covering over her cunt that she usually does. I have immediate access to her; I can feel her wetness, and my tail slides between her slick folds with ease. She groans and I swallow the sound greedily.
I move my tail with purpose, teasing and stroking, listening for changes in her breathing and feeling for tenses in her body to show me the path to make her come undone. When my tail slips over that small nub at the apex of her folds, she jerks against me, her sounds barely contained.
I circle it over and over, and it is not long until she is trembling on top of me. Her cries come closer together, getting harder to stifle as she grinds herself into my tail with fervor. I can feel her body tightening, her breath coming in short, ragged pants.
When she finally shatters, her body convulsing in ecstasy, I hold her close, capturing every breath and sob in my mouth. Her fingers grip the fur on my chest tightly as she convulses on top of me. Soon, too soon, her trembles slow and her breathing evens. She relaxes onto my chest, still straddling me.
I let my claws trail gently up and down her spine, as I wrap my wet tail around her ankle. Her head rests against my chest, her breath soft and even. I stroke her hair, my heart swelling with a fierce, protective adoration.
She makes a move to slide off of me, but I hold her still. “Sleep, my mate. I will be here when you awaken.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
- sedona -
Soft kisses trail over my face, planting on my forehead, my nose, each cheek, and then lingering on my lips. Each touch sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a familiar heat deep within me that quickly chases away the sleep.
When my eyes open, Kuvier is looming over me, encompassing my entire view.
“Good morning, my Sedona,” he mumbles against my lips, his voice husky with want.
I knew I wanted him before, even before our fun time in the snow. But, after last night, I feel like someone lit a fire under my desire. If we didn’t have a potential audience, I would have gone all the way with him last night. As it was, what we did do…the tail…god was it something magical.
A small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.”
He attaches his mouth to mine again and I fall into the kiss.
“If I could leave my mouth against yours for the rest of my days, I would have nothing to complain of,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You like kissing then?” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at the flesh, before trailing pecks down my neck. Fire ignites in me and I squirm under him.
“Is this what this custom is called? Kissing?” I nod wordlessly, my head falling to the side as his ministrations find their way to the slope of my collarbone. “Then yes, kissing pleases me.”
His hands move gently over my body, his touch both tender and searing. I feel his desire for me through every touch, a primal need that matches my own. For a moment, it's just the two of us, lost in the intimacy of the morning.
But before things can go any further, a rustling sound interrupts us. I turn my head slightly, peering around the pile of supplies around us. Nearby, Renata stirs, her eyes blinking open as she yawns and stretches. Some of the other women are waking up as well, their movements and quiet conversations filling the cave with life.
Kuvier and I exchange a knowing glance, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickering between us. He leans down to press a lingering kiss on my lips before reluctantly pulling away and rolling off of me.
We separate without any other words and begin packing our things for travel. Well, Kuvier does. As I’ve come to expect, he wants to do it all for me. I choose not to fuss with him about it, especially because I plan to walk on my own two feet for the whole day. Might as well give him some wins before then.
I decide instead to go ahead and start breakfast. Shared meals have become almost exclusively my job. The others will sometimes help me with chopping and prepping, but for the most part, it’s a role I slid into easily and one that I like.
As I approach the fire, I can’t help but notice the dark cloud that is Enikk hanging over the cave. He sits leaned against a far wall, glaring ahead. He’s gotten increasingly agitated since the boys announced that we were returning to their village. I feel like it has something to do with the lack of progress he’s making on the Amari front.
She’s been a bit fickle with him. One minute going with him to gather vifer reeds, or walking alongside him while we travel, and then the next she’ll ignore him completely. I don’t push her on it, it’s her right to decide how much she’s willing to give and take. But, I do feel a little bad for the guy.
I consider trying to pull him into conversation, but his posture is tense and his expression dark. He scowls mostly into the distance, occasionally casting disappointed and frustrated looks towards Amari, who seems to be avoiding him and his gaze once again.
Deep in thought, I continue with the breakfast preparations, focusing on slicing some dried meat and placing it on the heated stone near the fire. We’re back to dried meat from the rations in the cave, and whatever Kuvier and Enikk had left. Kuvier and Enikk want to save the frozen raw meat for refilling the cache and giving to the clan. Kuvier said that they didn’t want to show up without food since that was what they’d been sent out to do originally.
He’s still really weird about his clan, freezing up whenever I try to ask him what it’s like for him there. Both he and Enikk get weird with us when we ask and it’s making some of the women a little tense. I trust Kuvier completely, whether that’s a good thing or not, I don’t know. But, regardless, I’m not worried that I’m walking into anything unsafe; I am concerned by the stress on his face whenever I mention it.
I’m bent over the fire, stirring meat around the cooking stone, when I feel something brush over my ass and see Kuvier staring at my backside, his tail trailing over the curve of it. Giggling, I swat it away, straightening. He pulls me against him, kissing the top of my head.