Chapter 14

Kayla

My heart was still racing as Drovo held me against him. I was experiencing mental whiplash from the range of events that had just happened in a short amount of time. I’d finally sorted out exactly how I felt about Drovo and I told him the truth. I liked him. I knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I’d liked him from the first day I’d met him, but I’d pushed those feelings aside when I thought he didn’t like me. When I found out the truth last night, it had been a welcome shock, but it was still a shock I had to work through. That was until I saw him tied up on the ground looking as scared and helpless as a child. My heart lurched in my chest, and all my confused emotions seemed to click into place. I liked him…a lot. He’d admitted his failure and had done better since. I don’t even know if I could call what he did a failure. It was a mistake, a lack of judgment.

He had chosen not to give me my mobility device so he could keep talking to me. It wasn’t a malicious thing. Yeah, I like him, that I know for sure.

I took in a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm my beating heart. Drovo may be new to sex and touching, but he was certainly a fast learner. He figured out how to touch me in all the right places. My pussy still throbbed just thinking about it.

It had been a good moment, an intimate moment, that should have been shared just between the two of us. We should be whispering sweet nothings to each other and giggling over what we’d just done, at least that’s what I felt like doing. But instead, our time had been rudely interrupted by an alien who was in his feelings and was trying to take it out on us. Well, fuck that. Scaron wasn’t going to win. He wasn’t going to steal our moment.

I turned to face Drovo, who warmed my soul with a smile. “Hello beautiful.” He nuzzled his nose against mine and I about died from the cuteness of it all.

“Hello handsome.” I tucked his brown hair behind his pointed ear.

“I wanted to thank you for earlier. That was amazing,” Drovo confessed and then he looked me over and continued, “I want to thank you for this moment too. I…I never thought I’d get to cuddle with someone, especially not someone as wonderful as you.”

“Drovo,” his name came out watery from the lump that was forming in my throat. “You pleasured me.”

“And it was an honor to do so,” he smiled.

“Let me bring you pleasure,” I smiled back at him as my hand trailed down his body to his still hard cock.

He grunted in surprise as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

“We can’t,” he choked out.

“Why not? Because that prick Scaron said so? Fuck him,” I spat, doing my best to contain my anger.

“You wish to fuck him?” Drovo looked thoroughly hurt.

“No, it’s a phrase some humans use when we really mean a person can rot in hell.”

“What is hell?”

“You don’t have a concept of hell? How nice for you guys. I’ll explain it later. Right now, I’m going to bring you as much pleasure as you brought me.”

I unlaced Drovo’s pants and pulled them down enough to expose his enormous cock. When I clutched the base again, my sexy tree man groaned way too loudly. I liked his moans, but I also had no desire to get interrupted again.

“We can only continue if you can keep quiet. Will you be a good boy and keep quiet for me?” I cooed.

Drovo nodded his head enthusiastically and clamped his mouth shut.

“Good boy.” My use of the phrase good boy conjured up an image from earlier of Drovo in leather straps pulling my chariot using his own brute strength. God, that had been a sexy sight. Maybe I could ask him to wear those again for me sometime.

I encircled his cock again and stroked slowly upward. I found his mushroom shaped cockhead wet with precum. Drovo inhaled sharply as I slid my hand over the moisture. I coated the rest of his cock with his precum as I would with lubricant.

Now that he was slippery to the touch, I could continue my ministrations. I slid my hand up and down and he gritted his teeth together, desperately trying not to make any sound. It was a shame, really. I would love to wring a thousand loud moans out of him. That’ll just have to wait for another time.

My hand went up and down again and I found Drovo was already breathing heavily, as if he was a breath away from coming. I wasn’t done with him though. I wanted to draw this out for as long as his unused cock could handle.

I slid my hand back up to his mushroom head and gently circled the top of it with the smallest of touches. His breathing slowed down, but his hips jerked periodically, seeking more friction.

I placed one leg on top of his hip to still his movements. Then I continued with my small touches on his cockhead. Drovo buried his head in the pillow and let out a grunt, followed by a moan.

When I was satisfied with the amount of time that had passed with my teasing, I gripped his cock in my hand once again and stroked up and down slowly. Drovo’s fingernails dug into my skin and he moaned loudly into the pillow.

I removed my hand from his cock and squeezed his firm ass. “You have to be quiet, remember? You wouldn’t want Scaron ruining our fun, now would you?”

“I will. I promise.” He responded in a husky, rushed tone.

“Alright, I’ll trust you,” I smiled at my dryad shifter and he gave me a bashful smile back.

I dragged my hand up his thigh to his balls and cupped them gently. Drovo bit his lip to prevent any sound from coming out of his traitorous mouth.

“Very good,” I praised him.

I started a consistent pace of medium speed strokes and, despite my best efforts to hold him still, Drovo thrust into my hands over and over again with soft whimpers.

I loved seeing him like this, nearly undone with the pleasure I was providing him with my hand. It was such a wonder that a small movement could bring someone so much joy. It was humbling too, to be his first. I hoped that I’d be his only.

I sped up my movements to a more rapid pace. Drovo was panting now. His tail was wrapped tightly around my leg, his fingers dug into my sides, and his hips were thrusting in my hand. He wouldn’t last long now. I was ready to see him truly undone.

I brought my other hand to his balls and massaged him gently. This time, Drovo didn’t just bury his head into the pillow, he bit it so hard it ripped.

With his eyes closed tight, face tense with anticipation, he thrust one final time into my fist and shuddered his release. He continued to clutch me like his life depended on it for a few more moments, then after a jerky shuddering of his hips he settled onto his back, bliss covering his face. All the tension that had been there was now gone.

I laid down on my back next to him and giggled as he looked up at the ceiling, dazed.

He turned and gave me the dopiest smile I’d ever seen. Opening his mouth, he tried to speak, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth again and sighed deeply with a contented smile on his face.

I found a spare cloth on one of the shelves and waited patiently while Drovo cleaned himself up.

He laid back down and whispered, “come here,” as he pulled me to his chest.

No more words were spoken. We laid there happily in each other’s arms until sleep finally took us.