and yanks my head back, forcing me to look into her eyes when all I want to do is lick at her sweet cunt. "You…are you mad at me?"
Now I am confused. "Why would I be mad?"
"Because I danced in front of the others?"
I shake my head, desperate to taste her sweetness. "You were beautiful. I do not care if you dance every day, because I could smell your arousal as you danced. You're still wet now, aren't you?" I push my face forward, despite the hand tangled in my mane, and press my nose against her cunt. "Let me taste you."
Her breath catches in her throat, and her hands turn caressing, stroking. Her fingers move over my horns, and she presses her hips against my greedy mouth. "You aren't mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"Because I danced and I'm with you?"
I dip my tongue between her folds, and the hot taste of her floods my mouth. I groan, pressing my face deeper against her cunt. Need more of this. Need more of her. "You are here with me. You wear my seed on your teats. You danced on me to show the others. Why would I be mad?"
"I'm just…that's a new one for me." Her laughter huffs out, then turns into a hiss when I lick her cunt again. "Oh god, that feels really good."
"It will feel better if you lie down," I promise her. "Let me bury my face between your thighs and lick you until you quake."
R'ven moans, rocking her hips against my nose. "Or I can sit on your face."
Now I am the one groaning, because the thought of that nearly makes me come. "I want to do that. Yes."
"Then let's go to the furs," R'ven says softly. "But kiss me first."
I jump to my feet and cup her face in my hands, kissing her with such enthusiasm that our teeth clash. She chuckles, but when we pull apart, her gaze searches mine, and I know she still has a hard time believing that I truly want to be with her. Any male that let this female go because she dances is a fool. "You were beautiful," I tell her again. "I have never lusted after anything so hard."
She smiles. "That's the idea. To make you so wild with lust that you fling your entire wallet in my direction."
"I do not know what a wall-et is, but you can have everything of mine." I press a fervent kiss to her hand. "Just be with me."
"I don't want anything from you but you," she says softly. After a moment, she reconsiders, and adds, "Well, I do want your body."
"It is yours." I take her hand and lead her over to my furs, trying not to show just how eager I am when I lie on my back. "Come and seat your pretty cunt on my face."
R'ven lets out a sultry whimper, and the sound of her need makes my heart pound.
I beckon her over, and when she crawls over my body, I nearly come from the sight of her. She is beautiful, this female, and I love how confident she is in her body. She knows she is beautiful, knows that her dancing makes me wild with need. She is perfect, and I want to pleasure her all day long, just so she knows how much her defense of me means to me. How she made me feel like the most important male on the beach when she danced as she wore my scent. How she praised me when I rescued her, as if no other male could have ever found her.
She has made me feel like the greatest hunter alive, and now I want to give back to her.
Well…it is more than that. I hunger to taste her again. I want to claim her as mine. I want her in all ways, not just because she has made me feel proud and strong. I want her because she is R'ven, and ever since she smiled at me, no other female has existed. Later, the others in Shadow Cat will insist upon my proving, and I will be eager to go.
Until then, R'ven is all mine.
26
U’DRON
I watch hungrily as she moves on all fours over me, tearing my loincloth off with one hand. She gives a playful little wiggle, her mane falling around her head, almost as pale as the snow. Her knees frame my ears, and her scent fills the air. "Tell me when you're ready—"
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