She squeaks in surprise, her hands flying to the back of the rock to support herself as she leans back, her legs splayed open in front of me. Her folds spread for me, and she is bare here. “You have no fur.”
“No,” D’see breathes. “It was removed permanently. Do you dislike it?”
I do not. It hides nothing from me. I hitch one of her thighs over my shoulder, kneeling before her, and press a kiss to the mound of her cunt.
“W-what are you doing, O’jek?”
“I am going to lick your cunt like a proper mate should,” I tell her.
“Oh.” She sounds breathless again. “Okay. That sounds good.”
“Does it?” I glance up at her.
She nods, biting her lip. “I think I’d like that.”
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
She shakes her head.
“Will it frighten you if I do so?”
“Oh no,” D’see breathes. “I want to see what it feels like. I’ve heard such good things about it. Please do.”
I eye her. “I want you to feel pleasure this time. I know last night was not good for you.”
She leans back a bit more, a silent invitation for me to touch her.
Biting back a groan, I brush my lips over the delicate mound. The musk of her is incredible, filling my senses, and I nuzzle at her folds, hungry for more of that sweet scent. She makes a little gasping sound, her thighs twitching in my grasp, but she does not pull away.
She is flushed a deeper shade here, between her thighs, and I decide this pinkish-brown is my new favorite color. I delve deeper into the cleft of her cunt, running my nose through her damp folds because I am so entranced with her scent. D’see squeals, wriggling against me, and I grip her leg to hold her still. My tongue dips out, tasting her. Heat and salt and musk hit me, and I groan. I am starving for her, and I must have more.
I push forward, burying my face into her cunt, and she flops backward on the rock, yelping as I tongue her. “Oh! Oh god, O’jek.”
A growl escapes me. I love that she says my name like that. Perfectly. I lap at her cunt, desperate for more of that incredible D’see taste. She writhes under me, whimpering, her hips bucking against my mouth. How did I not do this last night? How did I not bury my face between her thighs and lick her taste until dawn? I am an utter fool. This is better than my own release. This is better than anything.
My tongue dips into the entrance of her body, and she squeals again as it teases the entrance and then slides away once more. She whimpers when I lap at it, her body reddened here from last night’s invasion. A moment later, her hand moves to the top of her mound and she pats it. “My clit,” she whimpers. “Lick my clit, O’jek.”
I lick my way toward her hand, nuzzling as I go, and notice there’s a tiny bud at the apex of her folds. It’s flushed a dark shade, like the rest of her cunt, and protrudes just a bit. Is this a spur? Cautiously I drag my tongue over it and D’see’s reaction is immediate. Her legs jerk tight around my ears, squeezing, and she moans.
Aha. Not a spur, but a sensitive nub. I lap at it again, and then suck on it, like a kit with a nipple.
D’see cries out, bucking against my mouth. Her hand goes to my head and she holds me there, grinding against my lips and tongue, her hips quivering and trembling as she shudders against me. I suck harder, teasing and nipping and then sucking again as she jolts under me. Her hand goes to my mane and she twists her fingers into it, digging against my scalp as I continue to work her clit. She stiffens against me, gasping hard, and then I feel her convulse under my grip. She makes a choking sound and then her cunt floods with her release, slippery and wet.
Now I am the one groaning, lapping at her as she gasps for air underneath me. “My mate,” I growl, dragging my tongue over her sensitive flesh to glean every bit of her taste. “My beautiful D’see.”
She sucks in a shuddering breath, groaning underneath me as I lick her cunt again. Her legs twitch, and then twitch once more as I continue to tongue her, until she puts a hand over her folds, shielding them from my mouth. “Too much,” she breathes. “I need a rest.”
I kiss and nip at the inside of her thigh instead. “Of course.” My own arousal still blasts through me, but it is muted with the pleasure of knowing that I made D’see come. Sure enough, the folds beneath her fingers are flushed, but more than that, they are slick with her juices. This is what U’dron meant. If I get her wet enough, she will not need the cream.