“All right,” she whispered. “I…I guess that’s all right—you can heal me.”
“Thank you. Then let me get you into a better position for healing,” Rarev rumbled.
He put his hands on her waist and lifted her with no effort at all. Em gave a little gasp and then found that she was straddling him as he sat on the bed, her legs spread wide across his thighs.
“Oh!” she whispered breathlessly, for the position opened her legs, making her feel even more vulnerable, since she was still naked in his arms.
“Gods, you’re lovely,” Rarev murmured, his golden eyes flicking over her exposed body. “I never thought I would be so blessed by the Goddess, to have a Mature Elite sitting naked in my lap.”
Em felt some of her uncertainty fade. He wants me just as I am, she reminded herself. He thinks I’m beautiful, despite my age—because of my age.
“How do you always know the right thing to say?” she asked him, looking into his golden eyes.
Rarev shrugged. “I only speak the truth, my l’eeja. Whether it’s right or wrong is up to you to decide.”
Then he ducked his head and laid a soft, wet kiss on her aching nipple, making Em moan with mingled pain and pleasure.
“Gently,” she heard him whisper, his breath warm against her skin. “Very gently, so I don’t hurt you as I heal you, Emilia.”
Then he parted his mouth and she felt his tongue sliding slowly and delicately over her aching breast.
The touch of the big Monstrum’s tongue seemed to do something to Em’s insides. It not only brought a healing warmth that made her breast and nipple feel better at once, it also sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body. It made her pussy throb and ache and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, until she grew worried she might get his fur damp.
Rarev seemed not to share her fear, because he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer.
“Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “Just relax and let me heal you…relax and let me love you.”
“Oh, Rarev,” she whispered as she stroked her fingers through his thick, golden mane, just as she had longed to do from the first moment she met him. “I’d love to let you heal me but…but I’m afraid I might…I may, er, get your fur damp,” she admitted in a low, breathless voice.
“Because of this?” He reached between them and cupped her mound lightly in his velvety fingers. He wasn’t pressing inside her or invading her, just cupping her, Em thought. Perhaps waiting to see if his advances would be welcome.
They shouldn’t be—she knew well enough she was getting in too deep with the big Monstrum—but somehow she couldn’t ask him to move his hand. Instead, she settled lower in his lap, pressing herself against him until his big fingers slipped into her wet pussy and rubbed lightly against her aching clit.
“Oh!” she moaned, thrusting her hips back and forth, rubbing against him to get better contact.
“Mmm, you’re very wet, my l’eeja,” he murmured, stroking deeper into her. The touch of his velvet covered fingers was exquisitely pleasurable—there was no other way to describe it, Em thought. The feel of his ultra-soft fur rubbing against her aching clit was possibly the best thing she’d ever felt in her life. It beat any vibrator she’d ever had by a mile.
“I…I can’t help it,” she whispered breathlessly, as he continued to caress her. “When you touch me like that…oh, God!” she moaned again as he continued to circle her clit with one velvety fingertip.
“Emilia,” he murmured. “I think your breast is mostly healed. But it seems to me you’re swollen and in need of healing someplace else as well. Here.” He rubbed directly over her tight little button, making Em gasp and buck her hips.
“You mean you…you want to heal me with your mouth there?” she whispered breathlessly. It was something her ex, Nigel, had always found extremely distasteful. He had claimed it was a wife’s duty to service her husband with her mouth but never reciprocated except for once or twice, and even then only for a few moments.
She could still remember the sour, disgusted look on her ex-husband’s face when coming back up from “doing his husbandly duty” as he had called it, the few times he’d tried going down on her. The memory made her quail and want to turn away from what Rarev was suggesting.
But then she looked at the big Monstrum’s face and thoughts of her ex began to fade.
Rarev’s golden eyes were filled with lust, his big body tense with desire.
“You…you really want to?” she repeated.
“Gods, yes I want to taste you, sweetheart,” he purred, his deep voice thick with desire. “Want to bury my face between your smooth thighs and lap your sweet pussy until you tremble and moan and come just for me. I want it so badly I’m in danger of unsheathing like an adolescent just thinking about it!”