Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Are you just going to stand out there or are you coming in?”
I had been waiting, actually. Rektar’s advice floats through my head, reminding me not to crowd a human, to give them room. Reminding me that they have been through terrible things and might not want to be touched, or pursued.
Kef, and here I am, shoving myself into her lavatory and staring at her naked body. “Should I go?” I blurt out. “I can? If you like? I showered after I left the office, so it is not necessary.”
Naomi wipes water from her face. She looks me up and down, staring at my naked body with a frown. “You want to go?”
“No. Not at all. I would like to join you,” I say quickly. “I would like to wash you, and then I would like to lick your cunt.” I pause, and then add, “Repeatedly.”
She squints at me. “O-kaaaay.”
“But I do not wish to push you into something you’re not comfortable with—”
Naomi makes a gesture with her hand, indicating I should approach. I take a step forward and she grabs me by the arm, tugging me into the shower with her. “If I wanted you to leave, Ainar, I’d say ‘Please fuck off and go.’ And if you didn’t leave, I’d call your boss.”
“That is an excellent plan,” I praise her as I try to squeeze into the shower next to her. Truly, this small box must be human sized, because it cannot fit a mesakkah well. I have to hold my head a certain way so my horns do not hit the sides, and my tail is smacking against the wall repeatedly. One wrong step and I will slip and fall and crush her underneath me.
“I’m not going to break, Ainar.” She looks over her shoulder at me, stepping under the spray again. “And you promised to wash my back.” She hands me a cake of soap that smells strongly of flowers, perhaps too strongly. “I’ll wash you and then you can wash me, deal?”
As if any sane male would turn down such an offer. “It is a deal.”
“Turn around,” Naomi tells me with a twirl of her finger.
I obey, presenting her my back. She sputters, giggling. “Your tail is getting water all over the place! Stop wagging it!”
And because my life cannot possibly get any better, she grabs my tail and gives it a squeeze. She touches it in the middle, away from the less-sensitive tip and not nearly as close to the nerve-ending-laden base. Even so, I groan and clutch at the wall even as my cock jumps, reacting to her touch.
It is silent for a long moment, and then Naomi’s hand lifts from my tail. She puts one on the center of my back. “Did…did I touch you inappropriately, Ainar?”
“Tails are very sensitive,” I manage, staring at the tile. Perhaps if I stare long enough, my cock will cease throbbing and I will regain control of myself. As it is, if she touches my tail again, I imagine myself spraying wildly like a fertilizer bot.
“Bad sensitive?”
I shake my head.
“Cock sensitive?” Her wet fingers skim down my spine, moving teasingly toward the base of my tail, and my cock reacts once more.
“Very similar.”
“So…I guess I shouldn’t offer to wash your tail? Would that make you uncomfortable?”
My lungs feel tight. All of me feels tight, as if my entire existence is waiting for her to touch me again. “It would feel…good.”
A slick hand grips the base of my tail. I choke on my breath as my cock surges to life again. With a groan, I grip my shaft and stroke it, even as her hand pumps the base of my tail. She leans forward, pressing her wet, dripping body against my back as she works my tail, and I can feel the tips of her breasts skim the plating on my back. She murmurs hot, seductive words, but I cannot hear them over the roaring of blood in my ears. I work my hand up and down my length in frantic, jerky motions, desperate to come. Behind me, the female makes a sound, and then a soft set of fingers are brushing against my sac—
I explode with release, gasping for air as the orgasm rocks through me so hard that I see stars. All of my form seizes up tight, my sac feeling as if it is drawing up into my body itself. My seed splatters on the tile directly in front of me, making an absolute mess of her shower. After coming so many times last night, I thought I would have less, but it feels as if my sac is a never-ending well of release, and I just keep spurting as she rubs her wet form against my back and works me in lascivious, decadent ways.