28. Ree

28

Ree

"Did I scare you, sweet one?"

It takes a moment to clear my mind enough to respond. I've never been this aroused before and it short-circuited my brain.

"Oh, no. I liked it. I was just startled," I reply.

I probably should just leave it at that, but of course I also blurt out the rest of what's on my mind. "Your teeth look wicked sharp, Thivoll."

His whiskers droop, and the lilac coloring around his mouth darkens to a violet shade.

"You think me wicked?"

He moves back from me but is still supporting my weight. "I apologize. The venom euphoria overtook me, but that is no excuse for scaring you, my Ree."

I rush to reassure him. "No, no, no. That's a translation error. I just meant that they look incredibly sharp, and I just wasn't sure for a moment. But I do trust you."

I say the last in a rush of words.

He still looks unsure. "I would need to put pressure into my bite to cut you. But to my shame, I didn't ask and I hate that you were unsure, even for a moment."

I don't like the distance this is creating between us and figure it's best to address the issue straight on. "May I feel?"

I point toward his mouth with a question on my face.

He pulls his lips back and cracks open his mouth, something about his eyes letting me know he's trying to be extremely careful.

Like I'm a scared rabbit.

I smirk thinking that so far I've, just in one day, imagined myself as an alpaca, sheep, and now a rabbit.

I had best start thinking of myself as a woman or I'm going to be giving him all kinds of mixed signals.

I reach forward and cautiously test the edge of one of his teeth.

He's right, of course. Although the tooth looks intimidating with its ragged edges, I would have to press down quite hard to cut myself.

I nod at him. "Thank you, Thivoll. It's the unknown that makes someone's instincts kick in. I enjoyed what you were doing, and I hope this doesn't make you less likely to keep doing it."

His lips have returned to their normal lilac coloring, but his whiskers are still drooped. "I still feel as if I violated your trust."

"You didn't," I say firmly. It looks like under all that deadly predator vibe he has going there's a very sensitive soul.

The combination is incredibly appealing.

"May I kiss you, Thivoll?"

"I have no translation for that."

Oh this is going to be very fun , I realize.

"There are different kisses. But for now I would just like to put my lips to your cheek."

His whiskers stop drooping and push forward slightly. He now has a twinkle in his eye. "You mean like sharing scent?"

I think of my tabby cat rubbing against my legs and it doesn't quite conjure up the intimate moment I was looking for.

"Uh, no. Alright, well I guess technically yes, there would be scent transfer, but that's not the point."

This is getting far more technical than I was hoping and I can feel my face burning, but I persist anyway.

"It's more a sign of affection on the more innocent end of the scale and a very erotic act on the other end. Humans generally start on the less erotic side and work their way up."

He is focusing on me intently. "So how am I supposed to tell which one you are giving me?"

I take a breath and open my mouth to explain in detail, then think better of it. "Thivoll, I think we are both a little too prone to overanalyzing. How about I just kiss you and you see if you like it?"

He gives me an exaggerated nod and then moves his head to the side and close to me in a comical angle. I suppress my smile so we don't have a whole other layer of weirdness in our communication struggles.

I move closer to him, using the arm he has anchored to the tree to steady myself, the feel of his soft fur against my palm a pleasant invitation for more contact. I thread my other hand into the longer fur of his beautiful orange mane right below where his neck transitions from naked black scales.

His body is tense and one would think that suddenly I was the predator and he was the prey from the wide-eyed look he has.

I very much enjoy the sense of power it gives me.

It makes me want to make this an incredible experience for him.

I start by slowly roving my gaze over his strong facial features. His lilac scales, the broad nasal plate, the lovely mix of colors and textures that invite exploration.

I move my hand up from his mane to stroke it along his muzzle.

The scales around his mouth are surprisingly soft and I get distracted from my original goal by tracing the spaces around and in between his whiskers.

On the second stroke he lets out a low, gravely moan.

It must be a very sensitive area, and I confirm that by taking a long slow pass with my hand on his longest one, keeping my touch light. It feels like a quill, except much larger and with ridges running lengthwise and becoming closer and closer together until they are indistinguishable at the tip.

I do the same for another of his long whiskers.

Soon after, he looks like he's having a hard time keeping himself from melting into me.

His eyes are closed and he's no longer holding his head at the comical angle, but the best one to give me full access.

This time as I near the tip of the whisker I lean forward and kiss him on the muzzle just below the mass of whiskers.

I can see his eyes shoot open from my peripheral vision and keep putting feather-light kisses all over his muzzle.

On the fifth one his purr starts up in a steady rhythm, on the tenth I add back in stroking his whiskers and it rumbles like an avalanche. I wish I could wrap my legs back around him so I can feel that against my core again, but I keep focusing on my task.

I spend a few more moments interweaving kisses with stroking and then pause.

"Do you like it?"

"I love this kiss. I thought you would start on the innocent end, though, and so you caught me unprepared."

I laugh, delighted. "Oh, that was a pretty tame kiss, Thivoll."

He blinks, processing what that means, and his purr picks up pace again.

Then he huffs out a breath, followed by a growl. "I feel like that person who is always delivering bad news and telling us we need to stop being fun . . . but we've been here too long."

"Cock blocker," I blurt out.

"Pardon me?"

My face flames again. "Uh, the person who stops erotic fun. Blocks, you know . . . cock?"

My voice ticks up into a trill at the end, betraying my embarrassment.

Thivoll's whiskers move forward and his chuffing is deeper and more pronounced than usual. I let out a relieved laugh and then a more genuine one when he just keeps chuffing.

"I learn so many new things from you. But we do need to leave soon. I can't hear anyone, but I'd rather be cautious."

I give him one last kiss and then lean back. "Sure, let's see what supplies we can find."

He turns the tables and pulls me close to him, pushing his face close and taking another long lick near my ear, causing a deep shudder, then grabs me and descends instead of continuing.

"A cock blocker and a tease," I grumble and he chuffs the rest of the way down to the ground.

He lets me go when we're at the base of the tree.

He swivels his ears and takes a long breath, his lips curled back and the air whistling along the roof of his mouth.

"I didn't see any other traps, but stay behind me a few paces just in case and only step where I step."