Episode Thirty-Nine Feel-Good

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It's as if my brain is split down the middle right now. Half of me is fully on board with my explorations with this female. The other half is feeling as though I'm Earth's biggest asshole. I'm not only doing this, and planning on doing more, but I'm doing it on my mate's back. Inches from his nose. If he wanted, he could simply turn his head and watch.

Then I remember his plea the other day. His face was tight with pain when he said he wants all of us happy. He practically begged me to quit fighting the inevitable. I promised I'd join the team. My mouth quirks as I admit to myself that what I'm about to do is definite proof I'm doing just that.

Leaning close, I graze my nose up the delicate curve of her neck and breathe her in. Not only have I quit fighting this abrupt change in my life, but she has, too.

My hands dive under her tunic again, and I resume my attack on her nipples, enjoying every time she squirms or moans or leans her head on my pec and just gives herself over to my touch. When her scent is heaven in my nostrils again, I slide my palm down her stomach, under her furred leggings, and between her slick folds.

She gasps.

Even Zoron, who knows what we're doing up here and is pretending to be absorbed in the scenery, can't help but look over his shoulder at us.

Have I ever had a doubt as to how much I love this male? Out of all the ways he could have responded, he chooses to flash me the sexiest lopsided grin. There's no question he's happy to see this. His smile goes so far as to make crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He'd say something, too. I'm sure of it. Except he doesn't want to make her self-conscious.

Her eyes are closed in bliss. This female is nothing like Zoron or me. Sometimes our sex play gets rough. I'll have to remember to always be gentle. The slightest touch sets her on fire.

Her legs are wide for me by necessity on Zoron's wide back. She fiddles with the tie at her waist to give me better access to her private spaces, then loosens her muscles, sits back, and lets me play.

First, I find her core. It's more than slick. It's drenched. When I can finally slip my cock inside her, it will make for an easy slide.

I watch her cheeks pinken, listen to her soft gasps, feel her hips rise to greet me. She has more tells than a roadmap. It will be so easy to pleasure her.

Yet she responds nothing like my mate or myself. Her obvious pleasure is circling, neither building nor dwindling. At this rate, she'll never reach her peak.

"Am I doing something wrong, mate?" I ask, wanting to ensure her release.

"I want to come," she says so softly it's a testament to her years as a slave, where I imagined her pleasure was never a factor.

"Show me."

When she turns her head to peek at me, checking, I guess, to see if I'm sincere, I kiss her cheek.

"I forgot we should kiss, mate," I say, then suck her bottom lip into my mouth and learn the taste of her. "Now show me how to please you."

Her little hand snakes under her pants and rests on mine. She urges it northward until one finger rests against a little lump of flesh.

"What's this?"

"I think of it as my feel-good," she says shyly.

"Ah. It makes sense. I have a feel-good, too. It's just that mine protrudes from my body and drips when it wants attention."

Then we both become silent as my fingers explore her little feel-good.

Her nipples like a firm hand. This little mound of flesh is just the opposite. It seems to enjoy just the softest ghost of a touch.

After minutes of her enthusiastic enjoyment, her body seems to appreciate less and less of my attention.

"Your fingers should be wet," she says.

"Thanks for the clue," I tell her, grateful she didn't just sit there in silence because she's so bashful.

As soon as I swipe some of her plentiful slickness and return to her feel-good, her hips begin to swivel. Her knees widen and she throws them over my thighs to give me even more room to explore.

Her breath is hitching, her back arching, and she's thrusting herself against my finger.

"Help me," I urge, not knowing exactly how to bring her to completion, though she's obviously close.

Her hand slides back underneath her pants and presses me in circles, harder than I've been rubbing. In seconds, she's moaning in pleasure and bucking against my fingers. She's quivering all over, but manages to whisper, "Put your fingers inside me."

She's in the perfect position to make it easy for my left hand to burrow under her clothes, allowing first one finger and then a second to slide into her channel which immediately spasms around it.

Those little moans aren't quiet anymore as she gives herself over to her bliss. As I pay attention to every move, every hip-thrust, every quiver, I realize my cock and balls are close to spilling.

Mayhap it's the matebond. Mayhap it's my first time with a female, but I feel a powerful connection with my little mate. Well, technically, it's our second time, but the first time she was unconscious and I was only spilling into her because it was my duty. This is truly our first time being sexual with an emotional connection.

Her orgasm doesn't peak and then fade just as quickly like Zoron and me. Do all females come like this? Her pleasure seems to last for eons, with many little peaks before I thrust a third finger inside her. With this, she comes in an explosion longer and more powerful than I've ever experienced.

She rides what seems like more climaxes before she finally heaves a breath and collapses against my chest.

"That was a treat for me as much as it was for you," I husk into her ear, not wanting her to get bashful again after sharing her delight.

She looks surprised. No. Stunned. I'm sure no human male cared about her pleasure before.

"Thank you." Her smile is sly, as though it's hiding a secret.

"Mayhap you'll show me the secret to pleasing Lylah," Zoron calls, finally turning his head and flashing us a smile.

I feel her muscles tighten for the swiftest moment, but Zoron reaches behind him, circles her ankle with his right hand and mine with his left, then caresses up and down.

"Until that time at the river, I didn't know my body could do such a thing," she says shyly. "I certainly didn't know it could happen more than once." She can't hide her surprise.

That I provided this for her, after the treatment she's endured both Up Above and Down Below, makes me feel like the richest male on the planet.

"This is good," Zoron reassures us both. "We're going to work this out."