Chapter 8

Tally

O h, that mouth. Norgren’s tongue is just the right size and texture for driving me wild. And the way he torments my clit with it, you would think it did something to anger him.

And then he slides one of those thick fingers inside me, and I wonder if I might simply combust like one of Kell’s experiments gone wrong. I can’t stop the cry that comes out of me and I don’t even try, because I want to egg Norgren on as much as possible.

Waking up next to him was the best I have ever felt that early in the morning. His smell surrounded me, earthy and heady, full of promise. The way his hands were roving over me as I awoke, I knew right away he would be a good lover, though he seems inexperienced.

That’s all right. I’m happy to teach him if it means he’ll keep touching me and licking me this way.

He spreads my legs further apart to make room for his tusks as he delves in deeper, his tongue sweeping from his finger back to my hood, and the tendrils of my orgasm start to weave around me. He moves faster as my moans rise in volume, and when the exploration of his finger takes him to the most wonderful, blissful spot inside me, I reward him with a cry. He chuckles against my skin, and I’m glad to have pleased him as much as he’s pleasing me.

As he laps me even faster, my muscles flex and twitch as I race toward my finish. It takes me by surprise still, whirling me up like a hurricane. Norgren keeps licking and I keep rising, until I have to pull myself away. Perplexed, he lifts his head, and I gently cover my sensitive pussy.

“A lot,” I tell him. “That was a lot.” At the falter in his expression, I assure him, “In a good way. It was amazing.”

Lifted by my praise, Norgren rises up onto his arms above me, his shadow encompassing me.

I know what I want now, and I can tell by the look in Norgren’s eyes that he wants it, too. But if this really is his first time, like I suspect it is, then I need to be gentle with him. Take it slowly, so I know that he’s ready.

“Lie down,” I tell him, gesturing at the rest of the huge bed. A curious look in his eyes, Norgren obeys, rolling off of me so he can lay on his back. I give a nod of approval, and then move to untying his pants. He slides them off, and as if by some magic, his great cock emerges.

Oh. Wow. I didn’t know what I was dealing with before when it was all sealed up inside there. Now that I’m faced with it, I’m not so sure I could take it. But how delicious it looks, dark green skin hiding a wet head, liquid seeping from the slit, with a heavy base covered in veins.

I know what I want now. Without hesitation I wrap my hands around it, and Norgren lets out a sound of surprise, but he doesn’t move away. I grasp the full heft of him, sliding my hands up and down a few times to test how sensitive he is. His eyes widen and his body rises under my hands to meet my strokes .

Good. It’s when I pull down his skin and wrap my mouth around that soft head that he lets out a heavy moan. Very good. I want to show him the same bliss he just showed me. I explore him with my hands as I bring just the tip between my lips and out again, to see what he likes. I’ve had lovers before—not many, but the right amount for discovering each new technique that I’m using on Norgren now. I want to stun him silly.

When I take him deeper, Norgren groans and his head tips back. There we are. I bring as much of his cock as I can into my mouth and toward my throat, stroking his root and the sac underneath it as I go. It’s only moments before his hands clench in my hair, nearly pulling some out, and his entire body goes tense underneath me. Just before he explodes, that already-massive cock seems to grow even more, and then his seed shoots out, so hard and with such velocity that it almost triggers my gag reflex. I swallow and swallow, and then cough as the stream doesn’t stop.

I’m panting when the last of it spills out, and Norgren is staring at me over his chest as if he’s seen a ghost. Then he sits up, and ever so gently brings a hand to my cheek, which he strokes with his thumb. The tender, full look in his eyes threatens to turn my heart into a puddle.

“Thank you,” he says, his hand ducking down to wipe some of his come off my lips. “Tally.”

“You’re welcome.” While Norgren sits in a daze, I climb out of the bed, still fully naked. He watches with fascination as I start to put on my clothes.

“Don’t we have chores?” I ask playfully as he sits there and stares.

“Oh.” Norgren shakes his head like he’s clearing away cobwebs. “Yes.”

Once we’re both dressed, we go out to work on the coop. I don’t know where he plans to get chickens, but perhaps wild turkeys would do just as well.

All day, Norgren finds excuses to touch me. I can’t say I mind it as one of his big hands brushes over my lower back while he passes me with a freshly-cut board. Shaping the wood is taking lots of time, but it doesn’t bother me. We talk as best we can, and Norgren learns more Freysian words.

“What was that?” he finally asks, and flushing deep green, he gestures at his cock.

I give him a coy smile. “Oh, that thing where I put my mouth around you? And then you shot off like a waterfall?”

I know he doesn’t understand the words, but I think he grasps the meaning because his face grows even more heated. He runs a hand through his hair and turns away, and I have to admit that I’ll enjoy embarrassing him if he has this cute of a reaction every time.

Perhaps tonight we’ll try some more. I know Norgren wants me, and I want him, too. But I also want to understand just how I feel about him, and what the future might hold for us.

Norgren

I have never known joy like I knew inside Tally’s small, wet mouth. It made my head spin, and my body felt like it was weightless. She has ruined me for my hand forever.

That might, perhaps, be all right, depending on what she decides to do next. I can tell that her mind is puzzling over it, my question from last night. Where does she plan to go?

I have already offered for her to make this her home once before, and I don’t know if last night has changed anything.

But over dinner, I find that Tally has surged far ahead of me .

“Norgren?” she asks, a little hesitantly. I arch an eyebrow at her.

“Tally?” I answer, which I always do when she says my name, because it annoys her and I like the face she makes.

“Do you want me here? Still?” She fiddles with her hand. She says something else I can’t catch because I don’t know enough words yet.

“You want to stay?” I ask, a huge flower of hope blooming in my chest. “Here? With me?”

She tilts her head like I’m a strange bird. “Where else?”

I try to contain my excitement, at the prospect of Tally staying here and sleeping in the bed with me every night. Oh, and putting her mouth around me like she did... I might die.

“Yes,” I answer, when I realize I’ve left her waiting. “Yes. Stay.”

Her eyes are bright as I get up out of my chair, forgetting all about our meal. I kneel down in front of her, and her eyebrows rise up into her hair as I lean my head on her knees, bringing in the scent of her. Slowly her hands lower to rest on my hair, and she strokes her fingers through it.

Feeling bolder, I push up the hem of her dress and Tally lets out a squeak. I reach under her rear and drag her forward on the seat, then spread her thighs apart to find my real meal. Now she’s exposed to me, and I want to devour her.

This time I know just what she wants, and she writhes and moans as I give it to her. I want to taste all of her, and then, I’m going to find out what it feels like to be inside her.

My Tally is going to stay here with me.

Once I’ve brought her to her wild, thrashing finish in the chair, I pull her up into my arms. My human doesn’t struggle as I carry her into the bedroom and drop her on the bed covered in pelts.

With how small and tight she is, and how much bigger my body is than hers, I will need to be careful. The last thing I want is to hurt her. When I kneel down on the bed, she sits up and reaches out for my cock. The moment it settles in her hands, though, I know that I can’t let her use her mouth again or I won’t even make it into her perfect, wet cunt before I go off.

And I need to be inside her.

“No,” I say, shaking my head and pushing her back down to the bed. “Stay.”

She laughs a surprisingly loud laugh, and then nods obediently. Again I reach between her legs, and find her soaking wet from my earlier attentions. Good. That is the only thing that will make this possible.

When I ply her with my fingers again, I press two of them inside her, and her small entrance fights.

“So small,” I tell her, licking that sensitive button again, which has the incredible effect of both tightening her and loosening her at the same time. Immediately she clenches, but as I lick her more softly, my second finger wiggles inside.

“Oh!” She gasps and bucks, and her hips grind against my hand. This brings me immense confidence that she will like the feel of my cock inside her, if I can make it fit.

Once more I stroke her inner wall, assaulting her with my tongue, driving her closer to that place where she seizes all around me and then drips her sweet essence onto my lips. When I have her crying and moaning, I slow my hand.

She gives me an irritated look, but I just shake my head at her. “I want to be inside you,” I say, using all the language at my disposal. Understanding crosses her face, followed by a shy smile that I’ve never seen before. It bewitches me, and now I want nothing more than to make her moan, cry out, perhaps even scream my name.

I tug her towards me, cradling my hips with her thighs, kneading her flesh under my fingers as I admire the pink slit between her legs. It’s as if my cock is drawn there like a magnet, and I spread her wide with my fingers as I obey it. Tally watches me, her legs trembling in her anticipation.

Careful, gentle, and slow , I repeat to myself. But when I grip my shaft and press the head between those small folds... her skin bends, rather than giving, and I meet hard resistance.

Tally lets out a tiny sound of discomfort, and so I remove myself and then try again, coating both of us in my dripping seed. Once more I push in, and again she tenses up underneath me.

“Go,” she tells me with surprising force. “Do it.”

I give her a look of confusion. She wants me to hurt her?

“It’s fine,” she says again. “I want you, Norgren.”

I can’t pretend I didn’t understand her—and I want for nothing else than to be encased in her—so with a nod, I apply just the smallest amount of force. My cockhead breaks through the resistance and slides inside.

This time her cry is definitely one of pain, so I stop abruptly. But when Tally looks at me again, she’s smiling, and she curls her legs around my waist—which has the very lovely effect of sinking me deeper inside her.

There is no feeling in the world like this one, like being swallowed up by Tally. She is warm, warmer than a fire, and so tight around me. Instinct takes over and I thrust inside her, which she meets with a gasp and an arch of her back. Testing it, I pull myself out and thrust again, and she moans. She feels more than perfect, like cool water on a hot day, a warm fire on a snowy night. Like that honey drink and fresh meat and some of her berry jam, all curled into one complete bliss.

It is everything I had hoped for and more.