50. Kira

50

Kira

This is surreal, but it feels right. My mind stuttered for a moment when I saw him extend that long blue tongue toward me, but one touch of the tip of it and all thoughts of how weird this all is fled.

Now, the juxtaposition between the rough pads of his hands and the gentle glide of wetness is sending shock waves down to my already soaked core. I'm clenching my thighs with every flick of split tongue against my taut nipple, my breathing already elevated.

I take a moment to re-situate myself so my new drak spines along my back are in a more comfortable position and then bring my own hands up to return his affection.

I'm not sure where his erogenous zones are and there's a tremor in my hands from the anxiety and excitement when I lift a hand to run it along his cheek.

His skin is surprisingly soft there, and once my mind moves past the soldier's assessment of it being another area he is likely vulnerable, I enjoy the feel of it under my fingertips.

Smooth stretches interrupted by bumps as it transitions to a thicker hide on his face. Then back to smoothness as I move my fingers down toward his overbite of sharp teeth. Touching them brings an extra thrill, as I recognize that it would take him a mere moment to end me.

Then another quiver follows when I focus on the gentle touches of his hand, far more gentle than I usually like. But even I can recognize my insistence on roughness with previous lovers was another form of creating distance.

Rough is fun, and I'll work Drasuk up to it, but right now the look of adoration and wonder in his eyes, and those soft touches that let me know just how breakable he thinks I am, is filling up something in my chest I didn't know was quite that empty.

I shake that thought off, not ready to face it, and move my hands up to the spines of his forehead. From the rock-grinding groan he lets out, I'm certain I just found a pleasure area, and so I make sure I explore every inch.

Judging by the shivers I see running across his hide and wiggling his spines, he especially likes when I swirl my fingers and hands around the base of each protrusion. The long groan he lets out when I experimentally flick one sends a fissure of satisfaction through me.

Those will be fun to explore with my mouth.

Then I let out my own moan of pleasure when he cups one of my breasts and squeezes it while lashing my nipple repeatedly with the silken tip of his tongue. As I thrash, a grin stretches across my face at how competitive we are, even in this.

A rumble of appreciation moves up his chest to his lips and then he speaks. "I want to taste you now, Kira."

My body is screaming out for it and my mind is completely on board as well, but it's my heart that tells me to wait.

I let out a long groan of pleasure and frustration all mixed together, and then reply.

"I can't believe I am saying this, Drasuk, but I want to wait. Jumping straight into that is exactly how I would usually do this. Move as fast as possible toward release, make sure you get your own in return, and then scramble away as fast as my legs can take me."

He lets out a huff. "My legs are faster. You would not get far before I captured you and had my tongue exactly where I want it."

I let out another long moan and clench my thighs hard. "Fuck. Stop it, you are not making this easier."

A rumbling chuckle tinged with his satisfaction rises, and his spines shift to show just how pleased he is to see me squirm.

The bastard.

"Dammit, Drasuk. What I'm trying to say is that if you want a bond with me, then I think we are going to have to do things differently. Which means we stop at second base and walk around with a bunch of raging lust. Like hormonal teenagers."

After a long blink, he speaks. "Repeat that in words that make sense, female."

"I want to leave oral sex for another time, even though I am ridiculously aroused and really want to know what your cock looks like and then make you cum all over me."

He coughs out a breath, his spines going wild as his hide twitches. Seeing him fighting for control is satisfying revenge.

After a long moment, he gains back speech. "I can't say I like the walking around with raging lust plan, but any path toward a bond is the right path, no matter how uncomfortable."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and feel something in my chest loosen. The fear of taking that road he mentions is still high, but having made the choice to walk down it to see where it leads, I feel lighter than I have in a very long time.

I don't bother analyzing it. I just enjoy the feel of his hands as he pulls me up against him so we are facing each other, then let out a long, contented sigh when he runs his hands along the spikes of my back.

I do the same for his side, not able to reach all the way around to the larger spikes. From the long breath he lets out, it is enough. We lay like that, letting each other know how we feel with our hands for a long time.

Eventually, I drift off, confident that Drasuk will keep me safe.

***

I wake up cocooned in the warmth of his body. I search for any regrets and find none. The raging arousal is still there, of course, but I'm glad we didn't do what I first proposed. Looking back, it would have been an empty moment.

I can tell by the way my skin has new areas of tightness that my little manticorid blood shower had its intended effect. I poke Drasuk awake, and he grumbles at me.

"Don't tell me what you see. I want to go have Ree tell me how I changed."

He cracks open an amber eye, then it pops open with a look of appreciation before roving his gaze over me. From the look on his face, I assume he approves, but he doesn't tell me.

It's surprisingly hard not look at your body when getting up, but I manage it.

Our movement must wake up Thivoll, because I hear him murmuring to Ree to wake up. A moment later I hear her screech out in alarm.

"It's beautiful, Ree. Truly lovely, you don't have to hide your face," Thivoll says in a soothing voice.

Oh, this is going to be fun. "Are you two dressed?"

A moment later, I remember our guys don't wear clothes, but Ree gets my point. "You can come in."

She's huddled up against Thivoll with a look of horror on her face. Weaving next to her is a tail. A quick look over to Thivoll confirms it isn't his.

"Thivoll's right. You are completely rocking that new tail, Ree."

"I would say more like weaving it, Kira," Drasuk offers in way of correction.

He mimics the movement with his own tail with a pointed look.

"Shut up, Drasuk. You have a Mini Me manticorid tail, Ree. Rejoice."

"You don't understand, Kira. I accidentally cut Thivoll when I got my claws. What happens if I envenomate him?"

Thivoll chuffs. "You won't have venom, Ree. No female ever has it, but even if you did, I'm immune. Drakonids are only slowed by it, so I assume both Drasuk and Kira would be fine, too."

"Are you sure about that, Superkitty?" she asks. "What do you think that is?"

We all look closer at where Ree is pointing. There is a spike extended from it now, dripping a light purple substance.

"Dear Thela..." Thivoll breathes out, stunned.

"Come on, big dude, catch up. It was your DNA that changed her, and you already admitted to not knowing how this works. She's now a human-cat-lizard-scorpion, and let me just say, it's a hot look, Ree. Speaking of, once you're over your little existential crisis, how about you tell me what new tricks I got from Thivoll?"

Ree lets out a laugh and looks over at me while I tell the suit to recede.

Drasuk makes a displeased grumble but doesn't stop me from baring it all.

Ree's eyes widen. "Damn, Kira. You weren't lying about the science experiment."

"Thanks so much, girl. I just called you hot, remember?"

She shakes her head. "Oh, you look hot, in a seriously scary sort of way."

I purr. Literally. After a blink to adjust to that, I respond.

"My favorite way to look."

She smiles. "To answer your question, you have manticorid scales over your legs and arms, at least up until the red and blue drakonid skin. They are also on the front of your neck, across your upper chest and up onto the sides of your cheeks. Can you turn your leg?"

I pivot for her, feeling like I'm showing off a fancy set of shoes.

"You have a claw on the back of your heels, and I assume from the way your fingers look, you have black claws there."

I can't wait any longer and pull my arms up to my face, giddy. They are beautiful, in a monster mash-up sort of way.

"Are his scales bullet proof, too?"

"No, he's been shot."

"Damn, that sucks. But why not? If your so-called servitors have a thick enough hide on their backs to deflect bullets, why not you, Thivoll?"

"We were only able to modify existing traits, and only so far. Our scales are thicker than they once were, but drakonids hides started out tough enough to withstand random explosions of magma on their home world."

"Alright, well at least I got kitty scratchers."

It only takes a simple thought of needing them to make my new ebony claws extend.

Ree grunts. "Extending is the simple part. Retracting them takes more practice. I, uh, think of the polite claws that Thivoll taught me."

He lets out a chuff. "I knew it. And you teased me about that."

"Polite claws?" I ask with a laugh.

"You will need another method for Kira." Drasuk cuts in. "Nothing about her is polite."

My lips twitch, but I'm too busy trying to think up something polite to disagree with him. I realize he's right and so I switch strategies and think of picking up a wiggling puppy. They snick back into place.

I snort. "Don't you get sick of being wrong, Drasuk?"