"I'll…tell you what it's called…if you say my name…"
"Desta?" I offer.
She kicks at me, pushing my hands away from her cunt.
The movement is so surprising—so bold considering how terrified she was earlier tonight—that I laugh. The human female scowls at me, trying to wriggle away, but I grab her by the hips and pull her back toward me. "Tell me your name again. I will try and remember it if it will please you and make your cunt nice and wet for me." I am having a good time, which is surprising to me given how tense I've been all night. But I'm enjoying her presence. I'm certainly enjoying her body and learning it. I'm also enjoying the bits of sass she's giving me, and it makes me want to encourage it even more. "I thought you wanted me to learn your name."
"I think right now I'd prefer your silence," the female grumbles.
I laugh again. The sound feels rusty from misuse, and it's not something I'm used to. Laughter. Pleasure. I run a hand appreciatively over her backside and she stills underneath me. "Say it for me, one more time," I prompt.
"Tessa. It's Tessa."
A soft, pretty sound. I need to remember that. "Tessa." I taste it on my lips. So much for not bothering to learn her name. I suppose I should, given that she's going to be with me longer than I anticipated. I thought I'd keep her a week or two originally, but now that I have her in bed with me, her luscious backside in the air, her cunt slippery against my fingers as I touch her…two months might not be enough. I'll figure something out. I glide my thumb over the juicy little nub she loves to have rubbed. "Tell me what this is, Tessa."
She moans, her hips jerking back against me. "Clit. Clitoris."
"And what purpose does it serve?" I wonder if it's like my spur, where it serves little purpose in the body but remains, like my tail, for decoration.
"That." Her breath stutters and she arches, moaning, as I drag my finger along the hood. "Fuuuck. That. That. It does that."
A spot just for erotic pleasure? I'm starting to see why humans are in such hot demand. I slide a finger back into the hot well of her cunt, and she's very wet and soft and ready for me. At least…she seems to be. I'm learning fast, and I've learned more about pleasing a female in the last hour than I have from years of watching porn vids. I glance down at my cock, hard and aching, my own pleasure momentarily forgotten in the pleasure of teasing her. I move my hands to her hips, noticing how big my grip is compared to her smaller form. Each of my hands can practically span half her backside, and I pull her body toward mine again as she wriggles on the bed.
"Are you ready?" I ask her. "Do you need more touching?"
She moans, and I watch in fascination as the entrance to her cunt clenches around nothing. "Ready," she pants. "Give it to me."
Give it to her? I want to laugh, except…I want more than anything to be hilt-deep inside her. I hold her in place as I guide my cock into her warmth. This time, I find her entrance without difficulty, and press the head of my cock in slowly, testing the give of her channel. Gods have mercy, but being inside her without the plas-film is sheer joy. I can feel everything with twice the intensity. I find myself staring, entranced, as I feed my cock into her, and she stretches around my length to accommodate me. I grit my teeth as the sensation of her hot cunt tightening around me takes over. Kef me, I've never felt anything better.
The female breathes my name, and now I see why it's so important to her for me to learn her name. Just hearing mine on her lips makes my cock twitch with need. "Say it again," I demand, spearing her with my length, watching the entire time. I can't take my eyes off of the ridges of my cock disappearing into her welcoming body, or the dip of my spur into the pucker of her backside.
"Zakoar," she pants. "The guy who's gonna make me come again."
I growl at that. Just when I think she's defeated, she tosses something surprising—and arousing—into my face. I sink deep, gripping her hips tight and plunging into her. She lets out another sound of intense pleasure, and when I pump into her again, she rocks her hips back to meet me. It makes our bodies slam together, increasing the friction, and my sac slaps against her skin. Kef me, but I like that. With a grunt, I drive into her harder, faster, and my cock shuttles in and out of her delicious, wet channel as if she was made for me. "You're going to come?" I demand. "You're going to squeeze me tight with that cunt of yours?"