36. Kuret

36

Kuret

I don't sleep long before coming out of a dream of a green monster attacking, my hearts beating with my panic as I wake up. I listen closely, but can't detect anything and the argila go back to calmly napping after giving me a long look.

It must be safe, and I take long breaths, trying to calm down, but sleep feels pointless now. I decide to get up and patrol.

Moving as quietly as possible, I shift, but Nasrin stirs. She startles awake, eyes wide instantly, likely also remembering the attack that led to my own nightmare.

"There is no danger," I assure her, clicking to help calm her.

She pulls me close and I rub my arm up and down her back until she stops shaking. "I am going to patrol, then clean up."

She clears her throat, with sleep heavy in her voice as she speaks. "It's cold for a stream bath, but I'd like that too."

"Wait here for now, I'll be back," I tell her as I shift to standing.

It doesn't take me long to check our surroundings. Everything is peaceful., The argila hum softly while they cuddle up together. For a moment, they stir, then settle back into their dozing.

I take the time to remove my armor, propping it next to the green-haired female's chamber.

"Come, Nasrin."

I hold a hand out to her, pleased when she takes it, and lead her to the stream. When we get to the water, it strikes me just how used to bathing in it I have become, remembering the sand scrubbings I used to give myself in the past. We always had plenty of water, but not enough to waste on daily bathing.

But Nasrin's hands on my back pull me from my thoughts. Her fingers trail along my muscles, reaching around to the tie at my waist as she moves in front of me.

May I?" she asks, her breath coming even faster now.

I'm thankful I left my armor with the argila, my member already swelling in anticipation. "Yes," I grit out.

Then I moan as her nimble fingers undo the knot, brushing lightly against my already engorged flesh, hissing as the material runs down it and pools at my feet. Her hands are around me next as her black suit fades, revealing her lovely brown skin.

She moves closer to me, still holding me tight and placing my length between her breasts, her wide, black eyes staring up at me. I groan, and then move a hand to each of them, lifting their fullness and then pushing them together so their soft warmth surrounds me.

She moans as she lets go of me, instead reaching around me to hold on to the flexing muscles of my rear as I push myself between the glorious pressure of her globes. When I feel that pressure building in my spine, I slow down, not wanting it to be over, especially not before I make her cry out her bliss.

In one swift movement, I lift her, moving both of us into the deeper pocket of water, the shock of the cool water enough to help keep me under control. I quickly wash myself, using some of the grit from the stream bed to scrub off my sweat, then take my time washing her.

Her moans start up again as I massage her scalp, which become louder as I knead her hips, breasts, and the inner parts of her thighs, then I lift us just as swiftly out of the water as I took us into it, eager to have my head between them.

I lay her gently on the long grass, but she repositions herself right away. "No, it's my turn this time."

I'm not sure what she means, but I let her push me down, although I'm not quite sure I could resist her.

When her tongue strokes its way up the length of me, all other thoughts drop away. When the wet heat of her mouth covers me and tugs me as she moans, I lose control of my limbs. She can do anything she wants to me, I'd welcome it.

She somehow situates herself so her large breasts are around me again. Only this time her mouth is sucking on my tip, pulling my already weeping seed from me and opening her mouth to let it flow between her breasts.

Soon after, she repositions herself so she can better rub herself along me. All the while, the weight of her breasts hitting my tightened testicles by the end of each stroke.

I want her to go on like this forever, but I can't hold out much longer.

"That feels so good, Kuret," she moans and I almost lose control.

Before I do, I grab on to her waist. Pushing her up so her wet heat is lined up to take me, I pull her down onto me as my hips thrust upward. She throws her head back, crying out, her long white hair leaving wet trails along my thighs as I pump up into her.

"You take me so well," I hiss out, my eyes following the bouncing movements of her nipples.

My fingers dig into her soft waist as my eyes dip down to where our bodies meet, my dark skin disappearing into her lighter brown flesh. Two more thrusts into her and the sight of it is too much for me. I'm fighting to keep control, slowing us down when she cries out and her muscles contract around me.

It tips me over the edge and I let out an undulating war cry as I release inside of her.

When I come back to myself she is laying on my chest, her body still wrapped around me and we are both panting.

She lets out a laugh. "I read about that online . You really can learn anything on the internet ."

I am not sure what she's talking about,. It's been quite a journey for both of us and soon she goes limp on top of me, her breathing letting me know she's sleeping.

I listen carefully to the sounds of the forest , but can't detect any dangers, thankfully. Too exhausted to stay awake, I wrap my arms around Nasrin and drift off to sleep.