Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

B y the time Sabrost returned, Janet was once again sitting by the fire. He pushed several more dried bushes into the cave, then arranged two of them to block the entrance.

As he came towards her, she saw that he had the largest snake she had ever seen slung over his shoulders. Admittedly, it wasn't exactly a snake, but the resemblance was close enough that her stomach churned.

"What is that?" she asked doubtfully.

"Food."

Oh God. She was afraid of that. But he looked so proud and happy that she did her best to give him an encouraging smile.

She averted her eyes while he skinned it, telling him about the water she had discovered. He smiled as proudly as if she had discovered a cure for cancer, but she couldn't help a glow of satisfaction.

She looked away again as he threaded the snake meat on a branch and started roasting it over the fire, but the delicious smell made her mouth water despite her doubts.

"Small bite," he warned, as he handed her a portion.

"I don't think you need to worry about that," she muttered.

Since he was watching her eagerly, she forced herself to take the tiniest bite she could manage. Her hesitation immediately disappeared. The meat was tender and delicious with a delicate flavor that was like an odd cross between lobster and chicken. She devoured the piece in seconds.

Sabrost looked pleased at her enthusiasm but made her wait before eating the second piece. By the time she finished the third, her stomach decided she was done.

A hopeful chirp made her look up to see Tinkerbell regarding her. She laughed. "I suppose you want some too?"

Sabrost watched curiously but didn't object as she fed the bird a small portion.

"Thank you, Sabrost. That was wonderful."

"Much luck," he said, his gaze flicking to her mouth.

Her clit gave an excited little pulse as she remembered their kiss. His tongue was so amazing. First on her breasts, and then in her mouth. What would it feel like between her legs, she wondered before she could stop herself.

There was a low hiss from across the fire and she looked over to see Sabrost watching her, his eyes hungry. His tongue flicked out and she remembered her earlier guess that he used it to scent the air… Or maybe to scent her? Could he tell she was aroused?

The possibility might have embarrassed her if he hadn't been so obviously appreciative. A wicked little idea popped into her head.

"We should continue our language lessons," she suggested innocently.

He looked a little surprised but nodded.

She gestured at their surroundings. "We call this a cave."

"Cave," he echoed.

"What do you call it?"

"Paikkavarjojtumien."

"Of course you do." She rolled her eyes, then smiled at his puzzled look.

The lesson continued. He was an amazingly quick study, although he seemed confused at her use of the term rock, offering several different – and lengthy – alternatives in his own language.

Finally, she patted the rock next to hers. "Come and sit next to me. We'll try a few more body parts."

Sabrost obeyed willingly when Janet asked him to come closer. Her delicious scent filled his senses as he sat down next to her, and he realized that he was becoming addicted to her fragrance. His tongue flickered, and he noticed that her scent contained an added sweetness – the scent of her arousal.

Did she find him as stimulating as he found her? He gave her a hopeful look, but her expression gave nothing away.

Then her hand touched his shoulder, soft little fingers gripping the muscle. His spines flared.

"Shoulder."

It took him a moment to realize that she was naming the body part.

"Shoulder," he repeated obediently.

She smiled at him, and then her hand trailed down along his arm, caressing each muscle. He did his best to control his breathing. This was a lesson, nothing more.

"Arm," she whispered.

He managed to stutter out a response, and then her hand was on his chest. She explored it slowly, running her fingers between his pectorals and circling his nipples. He would have sworn that they were not sensitive, but when she brushed across them, his whole body jerked. Her smile broadened.

"Chest." Her hand slipped back across his front.

"Nipple." She teased the small nub, and he had to put his hand over hers before his kalu escaped his control and emerged.

"You don't like this lesson?"

Her green eyes were wide, innocent. Her smile was anything but. He growled as he realized she was deliberately teasing him. Perhaps he should return the favor…

He cupped her small shoulder, his hand so much larger. "Lempkaarpaastal."

"I'm pretty sure I can't repeat that." Her voice was breathless.

He ignored her failure to mimic his word, running his hand down her arm instead. So soft and delicate, and yet she hadn't hesitated to use it to defend herself.

"Hauraspiensivarr."

"Mm. If you say so."

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing, but she swayed towards him. He placed his hand on her chest, his fingers spanning the entire width.

"Rohkearinnassa."

She didn't respond verbally, but she angled her body so that her breast was cupped in the palm of his hand. His fingers clenched involuntarily, but she sighed with pleasure and he felt the taut peak of her nipple thrust against his hand.

Even though she was so delicate, she seemed to enjoy it when he touched her more firmly. Watching her face carefully, he squeezed the soft mound. Her lips parted, her eyes heavy with pleasure, and leaned into his touch.

"Breast," he whispered.

"Yes. And what did you call these?" She cupped her other breast in her own hand, as if offering it to him, and stroked her thumb across the rosy tip.

"Taydellinenvaalean."

Before she could pull her hand away, he covered her thumb with his own much larger one and repeated the gesture. The scent of her arousal deepened.

He could have spent hours playing with those enticing peaks, but perhaps she would be willing to extend his knowledge. Greatly daring, he ran his finger down her stomach to the small patch of soft golden curls. He had wanted to explore those hidden folds since he had first seen her.

"Pehmarkusitti."

Carefully sliding his finger between her folds, he was shocked to discover that she was hot and slick with desire. From what he'd been told, this did not occur with a Hsslak female, and yet he couldn't imagine anything more delightful.

He fell to his knees in front of her, determined to discover the secrets of her sitti, and put his hands on her legs to urge them apart.

She gasped, and he was suddenly afraid that he had overstepped, but then her hands went to his shoulders as she slowly parted her legs. The exquisite scent of her desire washed over him as he stared in awe at the delicate pink folds, glistening with wetness.

He leaned closer, his tongue flickering out to take in more of her scent as he used his fingers to open her even more. No wonder Tetlana blessed her with those golden curls to conceal her sitti. Every inch of her was exquisite.

He ran a careful finger along her folds until he discovered the impossibly small entrance to her body. Could she even take a male inside her? He probed it delicately with his finger, but then it flowered open around him and he felt the tight, hot grip of her channel surround his digit. If she could stretch to take his finger, perhaps she could stretch to take his kalu. His spines formed a rigid line along his back as the tantalizing thought crossed his mind.

"Here. Touch me here." Janet interrupted his erotic speculations to show him a small, hardened nub of flesh at the top of her folds.

He obeyed immediately, brushing his thumb across the small pearl of flesh. She shuddered, her blunt little nails digging into his shoulders. He focused his attentions there, using her soft cries to guide his actions. As she rocked into his touch, he remembered her neglected sitti. Without abandoning her pleasure spot, he slid a finger into the tight little channel. Her moan of approval encouraged him and he thrust deeper, repeating the movement until she cried out and he felt her convulse with pleasure, felt her liquid heat surround him.

His kalu escaped his control but he ignored it. He had to taste her desire. The thought consumed him as he pulled her impatiently to the ground, determined to feast on every inch.

Janet winced as her back hit the floor, as hard as, well, stone. Sabrost noticed immediately. Before she could grasp what was happening, he had taken her place on the floor of the cave and lifted her up over his face. She was about to protest when his mouth closed over her clit.

Oh my God. He twisted the ends of his tongue around the greedy little nub and tugged. Her body was still sensitive from the last climax, and a second sharp, hard climax washed over her. She heard him groan approvingly, but he didn't stop. He kept licking and tugging, his hands tight on her ass, the faint prick of his claws adding to her pleasure.

Her whole body shook, her pussy clamping down on emptiness. Then his tongue slid into her channel, thick and hot, the divided tip exploring every inch. It was if he was stroking her clit from inside her body, and yet another orgasm swept over her. He licked her through it, prolonging the pleasure until at last she pushed weakly at his shoulders.

He released her immediately, lifting her off his face and letting her slide down his body. She quivered again as his hard, silky scales brushed across her sensitive flesh. She started to settle back so that she was straddling his narrow waist rather than his broad chest, but as she did she felt something thick and hard and hot against her ass.

She cast a startled look back over her shoulder.

"Oh my God. You do have a dick!"

A very impressive one. Long and thick, a deeper gold than his skin, it glistened in the flickering light. A wide base led to a broad tip, and she just had time to realize that the tip was divided before Sabrost clamped his hands over it.

"Sorry. Sorry." He apologized repeatedly as he tried to force it back inside his body.

From the expression on his face it was obviously a painful process, and she put her hand over his. He shuddered, and she felt him flex against her hand.

"It's all right. I was just surprised."

"Did not ask."

"Well, you were a little busy." She smiled at him, but he still looked distressed. Had he violated some cultural taboo?

"You did not ask," he said slowly.

"You mean you wanted me to ask to see your cock?"

He gave a jerky nod. Oh.

"I wouldn't have thought to ask. Human males don't hesitate to whip it out."

"Whip it out?"

"Never mind. What I meant was that I wouldn't have asked, but I was curious," she admitted.

"Yes? See?"

His cock jerked beneath their combined hands as he spoke. Her cheeks heated, but she nodded. It was a little late for an attack of maidenly shyness, especially since she'd just come all over his face.

She gently tugged his hand to one side so she could get a better look. Oh my. He was even larger than she had thought in that quick glimpse. Very tentatively, she ran a finger along his shaft. No scales here, just hot, silky skin.

He jerked again at her touch but made no attempt to seize her hand. Emboldened, she circled the divided tip. He groaned and she felt it flex around her finger, as agile as his tongue. Her clit pulsed as she tried to imagine how that would feel inside her.

"Do I need to ask to touch you?" she whispered. She intended it as a teasing comment, but it came out breathless.

"Never. Yours."

The words emerged before Sabrost could prevent them, but Janet didn't seem alarmed. No doubt she had males worshipping at her feet wherever she went. The thought made him hiss angrily, and he was immediately ashamed. Ten years of study and discipline and he was still so easily reduced to his primitive instincts.

Janet paused, frowning up at him, and he did his best to give her a reassuring smile. Greatly daring, he gave her finger an encouraging nudge. Her frown disappeared.

"We didn't finish our language lessons. What do you call this?" Her fingers skated along his kalu, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

"Kalu," he gasped.

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Kalu? Really? You have ten syllable words for everything else and your word for cock is so short?"

"Kalujokamahtaviasotura," he admitted, unable to resist thrusting his hips gently against her hand.

She laughed, even as – thank the Goddess – she began stroking him again. His essence started to coat her fingers, and she raised one to her lips. She gave it a cautious lick, then smiled.

"You taste like honey. Cinnamon honey."

The words didn't translate but no matter. It was obviously a compliment –

His mind ceased to function as she bent down and licked the length of his kalu, humming approvingly. His hips arched towards the tantalizing touch before he could restrain himself, but she didn't seem offended. She laughed and tried to wrap her small hand around his shaft. Her fingers didn't quite reach, but even that portion of a grip felt amazing. She returned to her licking as she began to slide her hand up and down. The sensations rushed over him, shockingly pleasurable, and then her mouth closed over his tip and she sucked.

He roared, seed exploding from his body for the first time in his adult life. Control was impossible. He clutched her soft curls as his body shook in waves of ecstasy.

He should have been appalled by his behavior, but even when the convulsions finally died down, he was too limp with pleasure to regret anything.

Janet looked up at him, her small mouth pink and swollen, her lips wet with his seed, and smiled.

"I guess you liked that."

"Like?" The word did not seem strong enough, but translation was beyond him at the moment.

He found enough strength to reach down and pull her up his body, tucking her against his chest.

"Sleep."

She laughed softly, her body vibrating pleasantly against his.

"I guess all males are alike after all. Once you're satisfied you just want to fall asleep. Don't worry about me."

An uneasy suspicion penetrated his dazed stupor. Was she unsatisfied?

"More funny business?" he asked.

"I thought you were tired?"

"Never." He would never be too tired to worship her sweet body, to feast on her delicious sitti. He had thought his kalu completely drained, but it stirred eagerly at the prospect.

He started to lift her back over him, but she smiled and shook her head.

"I was just teasing you. I'm more than satisfied. But maybe later?"

"Yes. Later. Yes."