14. Oona

By the time the sun is setting in the sky, we’ve found a decent spot to camp. It’s not the tree house, so it isn’t exactly safe, but it will do for now.

I set up a lean-to made of sticks and a blanket we brought along. I’d prefer for us to be off the ground, but that just isn’t possible in our current circumstances. Hopefully, I’m the most dangerous creature in this part of the woods, but there are spiders, insects, and snakes to be wary of. Nick builds us a cozy fire while I pat the dirt for the millionth time with my tail, ensuring it’s soft enough for him to lie on. I want him to be as comfortable as possible. He deserves to be comfortable.

Once he’s finished, he sits down beside me, covers my hand with his, and smiles. I don’t want to lose him, but I know that this is for the best. He’s not of my world, and the longer he stays, the more likely everything will end in heartache. At least if I send him back to his own environment, only one of our hearts will be broken. His life will continue, and he will have a future somewhere out there. It’s not pleasant, but it gives me solace, knowing he’ll soon be where he needs to be.

“I think we’re just about done setting up,” I say in my own tongue, watching Nick toss a few more logs onto the fire. I don’t expect him to understand me. Not fully. He’s getting better at speaking my language, but we’re still a ways off from fluency. He can ask for food, tell me if he’s hurt, tell me when he’s tired or needs to relieve himself. He can also alert me to danger. But that’s about all.

“Can probably rest for now,” I murmur, and scoot over on the ground beneath the blanket to give him room, but instead of joining me, he rolls his pants down over his hips to dry them out by the fire. He kicks them off, allowing his cock to spring free.

To my surprise, he’s fully erect. I haven’t even done anything. What could have made him so hard, I wonder?

A whisper of a smile flashes across my face before I look away, pretending not to see, but he’s in front of me on his knees and pulling on my hands. Pulling them to his face. He asks me a question in words I don’t understand yet, and I respond with, “Sorry.”

“No sorry,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine. “Don’t be sorry, lovely.”

Lovely. A word he’s been using as a term of endearment for me these past few days. I’ve grown to appreciate it, I guess. The fire’s flames lick through the air, illuminating my dark green skin and making his chocolate brown eyes appear more whisky-hued in the light. Then he slides forward and kisses me deeply. Pressure builds between my legs. He wants to mate. I didn’t think I’d be able to get in the mood, not with our circumstances being what they are. But evidently….

His fingers sweep across my inflamed cheeks, then down my jawline and clavicle where they pause for a few precious moments.

“Is this okay?” he asks. I nod. “May I touch you….”

Then he moves his hands over my breasts and pauses.

“Here?” Nick looks up at me with tenderness in his gaze. “Good?”

I lick my lips before drawing in a deep breath and saying, “Yes. There is good.”

Whenever I catch him looking at me, I notice his gaze is usually on my breasts. Mammals are interesting creatures, obsessed with the glands that feed their young. I don’t understand it, especially when mine are so small. So meager. And yet he teases and touches them like they’re bigger than they are. I don’t even have nipples like other creatures do, but it doesn’t matter. His touch feels good, anyway, and I let him know it by surrendering a moan.

The soft glow of the fire makes his features look more stark, more serious, and his normally jovial expression is so … stoic now. He offers me a brief smile, then he presses his lips to the crook of my neck. I squirm against his body and wrap my arms around his waist and pull him into my lap. He peppers my neck with kisses, and when he reaches the tender, vulnerable slits of my gills, I shudder.

“Oh,” I whisper.

“I like these,” he says as he brushes his fingers lightly against them. I shiver again, unable to stop the orgasm already building deep within my core. All from having my gills touched. This would be embarrassing if it didn’t feel so damn delicious.

“They feel….” I search for the words in his tongue. “Like fire?”

I don’t know the words for “overly sensitive” yet, but after tonight, it probably won’t matter. He’ll be long gone, and my language studies will be nothing but a distant, bittersweet memory. Nick kisses my gills again, pulling me back into the moment. All we have is now, and I don’t wish to squander it on moping.

His eyes light up like torches, and he grins at me like he’s just learned a secret that will unlock a room full of long-forgotten treasure. He flicks his tongue against my gills, and I moan again, this time involuntarily bucking my hips against his abdomen.

“More,” I breathe. “More, please.”

Nick’s eyes widen as he watches my face carefully, flicking his tongue against my gills again and again until I am a writhing, gasping mess. I don’t care what I sound like. What I look like. Never have, and I’m not going to start now.

“In. In, please.” I gasp as he continues to assault the sensitive spots on my neck. Then he retreats from my grasp and pushes himself to stand. I let out a moan of disappointment, but he holds up a finger signifying that I should be patient. He fists his cock and gives it a few strong tugs. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip hungrily as I watch. Precum dribbles from the tip of his cock and slides down his shaft. Without hesitation, I slide forward to kneel before him and take his length into my fist, minding my claws.

His eyes widen as he watches me, clearly not expecting me to do what I’m about to do to him.

“Good?” I ask.

He nods wordlessly.

“Good,” I say with a smug smile, then give his length a few strong pumps. Nick’s head rolls back as he groans his pleasure. I feel myself growing wetter from the sounds he’s making. Thanks to his careful ministrations to my gills, he already had me ready and dripping for him, but hearing his pleasure almost overwhelms me. I want to devour him. Yes. This is perfect.

Nick runs his fingers through my hair, tugging my hair gently in encouragement as I pump him. I notice the delicate skin below his length and raise my brows, thinking back to the moment we shared in the woods when he was caught in my trap. He enjoyed being touched there almost as much as I enjoyed having my gills stroked and teased.

I run my palm over his balls and delight in the soft, raspy moans Nick makes. I run my claws over his seam, snickering as he shudders. His fingernails dig into my scalp, then he pulls on my hair. I let out a hiss as the pain sends tingles down my spine. A good sort of pain. One to relish.

“Yes,” I grind out, and he pulls on my hair again. “Yes,” I repeat.

Nick watches me with a preternatural calmness as the flames behind us lick upward toward the night sky. The glow from the fire carves out every taut muscle on his slender frame. My core ignites like someone threw firewood onto it, stoking me. Nick’s gaze skirts down my body, past my breasts and navel, to that vulnerable spot in between my thighs. My cunt is dripping for him by this point. Dripping and wide open, and he can see it.

“Good girl,” he growls. “So wet for me.”

I answer his praise by dragging my tongue across the tip of his cock, lapping up the droplets of precum that bead there. Salty, with a slightly sweet after taste. He lets out another strangled groan, and my tongue wraps around his length in a vice. My tail thrashes wildly in the grass when he lets out a choked gasp. Heh. He wasn’t expecting that. And I’ll bet he’s never had sex like this before, with a woman with a prehensile tongue that can soothe or torture him at a moment’s notice.

No, he’ll never wish to sleep with another human woman for as long as he lives, because he’s mine. Mine to devour. Mine to pleasure. Mine to claim. All mine.