Episode Sixteen A New Game

A zael

I'm excited and devastated at the same time. After my mate bite, I thought she experienced pleasure. I hadn't been sure, though. Was that pain? Are human females incapable of orgasm?

It won't make me love her any less, but what male doesn't want to provide pleasure to his mate? I'm going to try my best.

Climbing to my hut, my mate in my arms, I can feel the gaze of everyone in my village. From down below I hear chuckling, and when we reach my door, I hear happy hoots and laughter. My people love me and want my happiness. They've accepted my mate with open hearts. Although they know my edict about having three different mates, none of them have mentioned it. I live among a troop of wonderful monks.

"Were they… laughing at us?"

"They know what we're going to be doing. Listen." I flick my ears toward the door. They've started singing a tribal song from the olden days. "They're singing so you won't be embarrassed when you scream my name loud enough to wake the babies."

I smile happily, then force the smile to stay on my face when I realize my mate might never scream my name in pleasure. All happiness drops from her expression when she glances at me. I've kept my smile, but my eyes must show my unhappiness.

"Don't worry. I'll scream your name at the right time. I would never want to bring you dishonor," she says, her voice quivering, though she tries to hide her sadness.

"Take off your clothes before I tear them off," I say, my voice stern. "I promised you a dozen and I meant it. And Nadira?" I stalk closer, my face serious as I gaze up and down her body, luscious even though it's still bundled in furs. "If you fake your pleasure, it would be a terrible way to start our mating."

"I won't," she promises as her hands hurry to remove her clothes. "I wouldn't know how."

We're both naked in an instant and I move into her space as though I own it. Gripping her shoulders, I get close enough we're nose to nose.

"You'll tell me the instant I touch you in a way you don't like." It's not a request, more of an order. When she doesn't agree, I repeat myself. "You must tell me if I do something you don't like."

"Yes?"

"It's not a request, Nadira. You've spent your whole life doing what you're told. Not here. Not with me, not in our mating bed. Do you understand?"

She pauses, then nods repeatedly as my words catch fire in her brain. "Yes."

"I'm going to take charge. I think you'll like it. But if you don't, you must promise to tell me."

She pauses. Only after giving my request thought, does she answer. "Yes, mate. Only pleasure tonight."

Stepping even closer, I allow every inch of the front of my body to touch hers as I lean to whisper into her ear. "Remember the female who pressed her teats against me on the way here earlier?" She nods. "The one who asked what I call this?" I swivel my hips so my cock, already dripping pre-cum, paints her belly with it. She nods again.

"I want her with me now. Let's have fun."

I nip the column of her throat until she gasps, then proceed to nibble a line around her like a necklace, taking extra time on her collarbones. I pull away only long enough to remark, "Sensitive."

Her arousal scent is already billowing from between her legs. How can a beautiful female, so full of life, built to give pleasure, be created in a manner that she can receive none? We'll see about that.

Moving behind her, I rub against her, getting her used to my size. I tower over her by more than a full head. Although we've slept next to each other since she arrived, I want her sensitized to my fur, my bulk, my cock.

Since I'm still not certain she'll tell me what she does and does not like, I decide to play a game.

"Which is better?" I ask. "This?" From behind, I use both hands to gently pluck her nipples, barely pulling on her feminine peaks. "Or this?" I tug harder.

"That."

"Good. Now, this?" I continue doing what I was doing, then ask, "Or this?" I give the slightest pinch.

"That."

"Say it, mate. Tell me what you like."

Her voice is breathy as she whispers, "I liked the sting of your pinch."

"My mate likes that. How about this?" I pull the little buds away from her body.

"Not that."

"See how easy it is to tell your mate what you want?" I praise, making certain she knows how interested I am in learning what pleases her.

"How about this?" I gently twist her little peaks as I wait for her response.

"Mmm."

"Oh yes, Nadira likes that. See? You don't even need to use your words. This time, tell me with that fine ass of yours."

"This?" I pinch again. "Or this?" I give a little twist.

"I can't decide. Do it again," she says with a giggle.

I slap her ass as gently as I can, just enough to make the noise. "It sounds like my mate wants more of both," I mock-scold, then keep playing with her teats until she is indeed twisting her ass against me as she hums her pleasure.

I lick both palms and make circles on the little buds that are plump as ripe berries, then whisper in her ear.

"Not only do I think you can come, little mate, I think I might find a way to make you come just from this."