Chapter 21

Brexl

Taylor did not look happy as she took me by the hand and led me to our bed cave. She pulled back the curtain and walked inside, letting my hand drop as she walked away. I followed in after her and closed the curtain behind us.

She said nothing at first, and I didn’t say anything either. She was angry again, like she had been at the beach when she found out I’d hunted for food when she told me not to. And just like before, I was not afraid of her wrath. Well, I was a little afraid of her, but if slaying two solete monsters meant she’d be well fed this winter, then I’d gladly risk it.

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I chose to sit down in my chair and watched Taylor.

She faced the wall as she took off her clothes and replaced them with a sleeping gown. Then she walked over to the bed where she aggressively fluffed the furs over and over again as if they’d wronged her in some way, and I worried that I might be next.

“Don’t you think this hunting trip is a little too dangerous?” She said as she sat down on the bed.

“The three of us will be successful.” I attempted a smile, but it did not diminish her irritation.

“I don’t care if you’re successful. I care that you might get hurt.” She looked up at me with sad eyes, then patted the bed. “Come sit. I don’t like that you’re so far away.”

I did as I was told and placed an arm around her like I’d done at dinner. Taylor sighed and leaned into my embrace, and, just as before I loved having her pressed against me.

“I will be careful,” I assured her. It was nice to have someone care if I lived or died as fiercely as Taylor did.

“Do you really have to do this?” She asked as she looked up at me.

“I have a chance to make sure the dekes is well fed this winter. I must take it.”

She let out a long suffering-sigh and slid her hand up and down my arm.

“I disagree, but we can table that conversation for now. I don’t want to think about our food situation right now. I feel like I spent our entire time at the beach worried about food, and I’m over it.”

Taylor looked up at me for a long moment and licked her lips as if she were thinking about something more enticing. “You up for practicing kissing instead?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded my head, afraid my voice would betray just how affected I was by even talking about kissing.

“Great!” Taylor sat up and faced me.

“Have you ever kissed or touched anyone sexually before?”

I shook my head. I had been old enough to pursue a female before the stiffness took so many of them, but even then I was too shy to approach anyone I was interested in.

“That’s okay. There’s a first time for everything. Hmm,” she looked me up and down.

“It might be easiest if I sat on your lap. Would that be okay?”

“Uh huh,” I readily agreed.

Never in all my days could I have imagined I, the monster of my dekes, would be asked by the female of my dreams if she could sit on my lap to kiss me.

“Okay,” Taylor breathed as she got up, then settled herself back down on top of me. She placed her hands on my shoulders for support, then looked up, locking her gaze on me.

“I’m going to press my lips to yours and you can press your lips to mine. It’s okay if it feels awkward at first. It’ll become more natural the more we do it,” she assured me, and the idea of this being the first of many times I’d kiss Taylor filled my soul with an unspeakable joy.

“Ready?” She bit her bottom lip, and, like before, seeing the nervous gesture made me feel calm.

“Ready.” I gave her a resolute nod.

Taylor placed a hand on my chest and extended her neck upward with pursed lips. I craned my neck to reach her and, in a moment of pure bliss, our lips met.

Taylor’s soft lips pressed against mine, then lifted away, and I found I missed their presence on my skin. I leaned in further and pressed my lips to hers, this time causing her to chuckle.

The mated couples kissed so often, and I didn’t understand why until now. Pressing mouths together was like experiencing short bursts of fire shooting through my veins, and with each new kiss, the fire grew bigger and brighter.

It did not take long at all for my cock to stiffen. With each small movement of Taylor’s bottom on my lap, it only stiffened more.

Our kisses had started out as soft tentative pecks, but now they were long presses of our mouths.

Taylor’s tongue tickled the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I opened for her and moaned when her tongue explored mine.

I touched my tongue to hers, and she moaned in return. The addition of tongues made our kisses feel more like a dance, a push and pull of giving and taking.

Taylor pressed her hips into mine as we kissed, causing us both to moan. I thrust my hard shaft, still encased in my pants, up toward her and she moaned again.

Goddess, that felt good. I wanted to thrust and feel her body against mine. I wanted more of her little moans, exploring tongue, and long kisses. I wanted it all.

But the more I thought about her, and us, and what we were doing, the more my cock ached for release. I needed to think about something else. I would not come on Taylor. I would not!

I tried thinking of the weather, our lack of food, my upcoming hunt, anything and everything to get my shaft to go down, but then Taylor’s arousal scent filled my nostrils and all thoughts left my head.

With one hand, I held her close to my chest and with the other, I sank my fingers deep into her hair. I thrust against her over and over again, drinking in each one of her soft moans.

In my attempt to chase down every moan I could wring from her, my balls only grew tighter and tighter. Soon my spine went stiff, and with one final grinding motion, my release overtook me.

I pulled my lips away from hers as I shuddered and groaned beneath Taylor. I saw stars as my release wracked my body. But once I came down from the bliss of the sensations and caught my breath, I was horrified that I had come so easily and fully clothed.

“I, uh,” I didn’t know what to say.

“Did you?” Taylor shifted her weight off my lap and peered down at my damp crotch.

“Oh.” There was a hint of surprise in her tone that told me she hadn’t expected me to come so easily, either.

This was embarrassing. I was not a young hunter experiencing his first stiff shaft. I was a grown male capable of bringing down a pack of jagwas on my own. This should not be happening.

I attempted to look anywhere but at Taylor’s face as I thought of what to do next.

“It’s okay!” Taylor blurted out. “It happens.”

When I said nothing, she pressed on. “I’m aroused too! You can smell that, right?! You guys have that ability.”

I gave her a sour look. She might be aroused, but I was the one who had come simply from grinding against her.

“Here,” she took my hand and placed it over her sex. She was wearing that strange strap of fabric that she and the hu-mans called underwear. It was soaked with her essence, and I was finding it very difficult to not to pull my hand away so I could lick my fingers to sample her taste. If she tasted half as good as she smelled, I could spend all my days between her thighs and be happy.

“Can you feel that? I’m so aroused my underwear is wet.”

I tightened my grip on her sex on instinct, and she gasped.

“It is not fair that I’ve come and you have not.” I wanted to see Taylor lost in pleasure, like I had been.

“It’s fine,” she laughed off my statement as if her pleasure were some trivial thing.

“I disagree.” I gazed down into her eyes, unwavering in my resolve. “Tarak said if you are touched at the apex of your slit, it will bring you much pleasure. I know we are not true mates, but I still wish to bring you such pleasure.”

I was still cupping her sex, surprised that she had not yet moved my hand away. I took this as a good sign that she was more comfortable with me than I thought.

“I guess we could count this as a kind of practice,” she said breathlessly.

I nodded my head and removed my hand. “I will clean up and you will tell me what you like.”

This time, it was Taylor’s turn to swallow hard and nod.

I pulled off my dirty pants and replaced them with a pair of shorts I preferred to sleep in. When I returned to the bed, Taylor was sitting on the furs where I’d left her.

My heart raced as I sat down beside her and waited for her instructions.

She nervously stood up and removed her underwear, then sat back down.

Her arousal scent filled the room, and I had to bite back a growl of primal pleasure. I did that. Somehow, I’m not sure how, she had found kissing and grinding agaisnt me pleasurable.

“Show me where to touch you,” I asked, feeling desperate to gain this information. I did not know how long we’d pretend to be mates. I was still a cursed male, not worthy of Taylor’s love. But even so, I did not want to waste any opportunity to touch Taylor and bring her pleasure while we shared my cave.

Taylor lifted her nightgown, revealing her sex covered in tight curls. Then she took my hand and placed it over her mound. It was slick with her essence, and again I longed to taste her. She slid my fingers up until I grazed a protrusion that made her gasp when I touched it. Her clit, that’s what Tarak had called it.

“Here. I’m sensitive here,” she breathed.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. She welcomed my kiss and soon we were exploring each other with our tongues once again.

Once she was deep into the kiss, I gently rubbed two of my fingers up and down her sensitive spot.

She pulled away from me with a gasp, but I kept going. I treated her body as gently as I would a flower as I brought my fingers up and down her skin until she trembled beneath me.

Her head was tilted up and her breathing had become labored. I marveled as the skin on her chest and neck started to turn red.

Leaning down, I kissed her neck, and she shivered under my touch. I kissed her again and again, up and down her delicate column as I shifted my rubbing motion into a circular one.

Taylor gasped again and clung tightly to the furs. I memorized her body, how flushed she was, how tightly she held her posture, the rise and fall of her chest with her heavy breathing, and the look of pleasure on her face as her jaw hung open as if she were unable to control it.

I wanted to memorize everything, not only to lock in the memory of this moment, but also so I could know for the next time when she was close to her release. Goddess, I hoped there would be a next time.

My fingers were slick with her moisture as I sped up my circular motions slightly.

“What else can I do?” She was clearly on the edge of coming, but it seemed she needed something more than what I was giving her.

“Place a finger inside me and do this with it.” She crooked and straightened her finger twice to show me what she meant.

I slid off the furs and pulled her nightgown back even further. Her creamy thighs were trembling, and I wanted nothing more than to watch her release flood through her like mine had done for me.

I kept circling her clit, but realized it might be easier and much more pleasurable if I could put my mouth on her sensitive flesh and my finger inside her.

“May I lick you here instead?”

Taylor’s eyes grew wide as she took in my question. “You want to lick me?”

“Yes, very much, more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.” My words came flooding out of my mouth before I could think if what I was saying was too much for an unmated male.

Taylor smiled and nodded her head. “Yes, please do.”

I lowered myself so my body was prostrate on the floor and my head was level with her glistening sex. Then I replaced my hand with my mouth.

As soon as the first drop of her moisture touched my tongue, I let out a moan of pleasure. She tasted even better than I could have imaged, like a sweet flower topped with syrup. I could feast on her cunt all night if she’d let me. Maybe if I told her I needed the practice, she would.

By the way she threw her head back as I licked her, I didn’t think she’d mind if I asked permission to lick her many more times in the days to come.

I moved my tongue up and down her clit until her breathing turned to heavy panting again. Then I inserted a finger inside her tight channel and marveled as her body fluttered all around me.

It was easy to imagine how this would feel around my cock, and I was suddenly getting hard all over again.

By the goddess, please let me at least outlast Taylor this time.

As if my body had a mind of its own, I started to grind my hips into the floor as I sucked and licked Taylor’s delightful cunt.

I crooked my finger as she had instructed, and her hands flew to my horns. I liked that. I liked it too much.

I sucked her clit, moved my finger inside her, and ground my hard shaft against the floor.

“Brexl,” she breathed my name, and then she was coming. Her expression melted into one of pure bliss as her channel squeezed my finger in waves.

My mouth was flooded with her sweet taste. That combined with the squeezing of her channel around my finger was all too much for me.

As she came, so did I.