7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Isla’s guide to the Twelve Nights of Halloheen (Excerpt)

Another aspect of the Night of Fears is facing what scares us the most and finding that we are stronger than we think.

Tisuran

Tisuran rose to his feet with the effortless grace most of the retired soldiers displayed. She could see that his hands were steady as he unlatched the belt holding his Ident cube, pouch, and shield and set the items gently on the ground away from the soft blankets. Then he pulled his pants down and stepped out, never breaking eye contact with her.

He stood before her, still and silent. It took effort, but she finally tore her eyes away from his captivating amber eyes. Dropping her gaze, she noted how the overlapping, hard keratin plates flowed over the contours of his muscled body and showed off his powerful physique.

Unlike humans, the genitals of a Talin male were safely hidden away in a flesh pouch. This taut piece of flesh was made up of a combination of tough Talin skin and tiny “beads” of keratin plating.

Tisuran’s pouch was still covering him, but the prominent bulge told her that wouldn’t be the case for long. At least not if she had anything to say about it.

“Can I be allowed to touch you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he agreed readily. “And I won’t move until you command me.”

Rising up on her knees, she reached a hand towards him. Her fingers ached a little from how tightly she’d been holding her wrap closed. It was only a slight discomfort and completely forgotten as she rested her palm on Tisuran’s thigh. Her breath hitched as she put her hand on parts of his body she’d never seen before.

Slowly she ran her fingers up to his waistline, enjoying the smooth feeling of the keratin plates and the textured ridges between them. Next, she moved her hand over the place she’d been wanting to touch for days—his flesh pouch.

She could feel his rapidly engorging cock through the taut skin. Talins referred to their dicks as mating shafts and their balls as seed sacks. Well, seed sack, because they only had one ball. Would the skin of his dick and ball feel soft to the touch? Or would they be covered in the thick keratin coating? She only knew the basics, not all the details. Time to find out all Tisuran’s secrets!

Running her fingers along the opening of the flesh pouch, she tested the rigidity. She could squeeze her fingers in there, barely. As she watched, the bulbous head of Tisuran’s cock peaked out.

Delighted, she ran her fingers over the tip. Tisuran moaned and his mating shaft twitched, but he didn’t move.

She looked up to check in with him. “Is this okay?”

Tisuran sounded a soothing purr and then went back to his sexy thrumming rumble. “Your touch is a treasure. But you’ll have to forgive my mating shaft and seed sack. I can’t keep them encased if you’re going to touch me like that. I might have perfect stellian, but they don’t.”

She giggled. “I want you to emerge. I want to see and touch.”

“That will—” he began, then stopped and groaned a little when Isla tugged slightly at the edge of the flesh pouch, helping his cock fully emerge.

With her encouragement, the flesh pouch receded rapidly, spilling out his cock and ball into the cool air between them. He was so hot she could see literal steam coming off his skin.

The rapid release caused Tisuran to arch and then pant. “I will hold my pleasure back,” he promised. “But I’ll weep in your fingers if you touch me.”

“Weep what…” she started to ask, then noticed a small bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. Ah, she’d heard Talins had copious amounts of pre-cum. What a nice bonus.

Entranced, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the head of his dick. He jerked slightly but didn’t move otherwise. Sitting back, she relished his flavor. He was musky and slightly salty with a strong flavor of maple.

She wanted more!

Pointing at the ground in front of her, she gave an order. “Sit, please.”

With less grace than earlier, Tisuran folded his legs to sit in front of her. As Isla shifted, her wrap fell open. It didn’t make her feel vulnerable or exposed, so she left it.

“I want to do more than lick you,” she warned him.

“I won’t move,” he promised.

She frowned. “That’s not what I was worried about. You need to tell me if I hurt you.”

He pulled in a deep breath of air. “I’ll make you aware.” He was lying. Somehow she just knew he wouldn’t say something unless she caused him agony. She’d need to be careful.

Pushing his chest, she urged him to lie back, then straddled his legs. Leaning over, she took the very tip of him into her mouth. The skin of his cock was slightly textured from flat, smooth keratin “beads” about the size of hair follicles, unlike the larger ones on his flesh pouch. And it felt pleasant against her lips and tongue. The whole was intimidatingly large, but as she licked at him and the maple taste became stronger, she lost herself in the task of tasting him.

Getting bolder, she worked her mouth over the bulbous head. She could feel his shaft pulsing in her mouth while Tisuran groaned. Encouraged, she worked to fit more of him into her mouth.

“Isla,” he moaned. “I can’t… I don’t know if… dear Ancestors!”

She swallowed him down until her gag reflex got in the way. She was disappointed she couldn’t fit more of him. Backing off, she wrapped a hand around the remaining length and squeezed as she enjoyed the way his body twitched as she sucked and rubbed.

Tisuran was so tense he must’ve been flexing every muscle, but, as promised, he didn’t move. Occasionally his rumbles would alter pitch or rhythm and he kept calling her name or pleading to his ancestors. She found it both sexy and endearing that he couldn’t remain silent.

Wanting to run her lips over other parts of him, Isla pulled away from his tasty cock. Tisuran tried to sit up but a hand on his chest kept him down.

“I’m not done yet,” she told him.

He went still again. “I’m sorry I moved. Please, continue to touch me any way you wish.” Then he mumbled something about the best kind of torment .

Grinning at his quiet words, she kissed her way up his torso. As she got closer to his head, her nipples dragged against the plates of his chest and pleasure tingled through her. On the Night of Joy, she’d wanted him touching her breasts. They had felt heavy and needy, but she’d been too wary to ask for it.

But everything was different now. She had all the power and he was willingly at her mercy. Sitting astride her mighty Talin made her feel formidable; his fierce cock jutting and weeping for her attention, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he panted, his bright eyes focused on her as if she was his entire world.

“I want you to touch my breasts,” she ordered.

“With my hand or mouth?” he asked.

She was unprepared for that question. The mental image of him worshipping her breasts like he’s suckled on her pussy made her lean forward eagerly. “Mouth!”

Going on all fours, she positioned her left breast over his face. He gently sucked her nipple into his mouth, kneading it with his lips and tongue. She felt each tug of his mouth like a direct pulse to her clit, making her gasp and push her breast harder against his mouth. He increased the pressure on her nipple, making her moan. She never thought this could feel so good!

She wished he had two mouths so both her nipples could be sucked up. That’s when she remembered he had hands. They couldn’t suck, but those thumbs and fingers would probably feel almost as good.

Balancing on one arm, she reached for his hand. “Touch the other one!”

He quickly obeyed and soon he was cupping both breasts, squeezing with his hand and gently pinching the nipple not in his mouth.

Her breath caught as sensations flooded her body. She was pretty sure she could orgasm from having him play with her breasts alone. When the edge of the wrap got in Tisuran’s way, Isla reared up so she could strip off the troublesome garment. The night air felt good on her overheated skin as she bent over again to feed Tisuran her breast.

When she’d moved, his thick cock had slipped under her sex. Wanting more contact, she shifted until Tisuran’s textured dick was trapped between her sex and his body. Empowered, she moved her hips a little, rubbing against him. Oh, the friction was delicious!

Moaning, she rocked her hips frantically. Tisuran groaned around her nipple. She went perfectly still, panting and fearful.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, poised to move if he answered yes.

“By the Ancestors, no!” he replied, voice strained. “You’re torturing me but not hurting me.”

It took her a breathless moment to understand his answer; then she giggled. Her giggle moved her hips, sending delightful sensations through her. She shifted her hips again and pushed her chest at his face.

“In that case, I need more!” she demanded.

Tisuran filled his mouth and hands with her breasts as she ground against him. Between his mouth and hand on her breasts and rubbing against his delicious thick cock, she could feel her impending orgasm. She wished she had Tisuran’s willpower to wait. To draw it out. But she was greedy for more pleasure. Painting from the effort, she chased her climax, grinding her clit against his cock. Tisuran’s thrumming purring got louder and turned his dick into a vibrator.

Oh fuck, she’d found the perfect man!

Sweating and moaning, her nose filled with the smell of maple, she shattered. Sitting up, she threw her head back and cried out as her climax washed over her.

“Tisuran!” Pleasure filled her, bringing tears to her eyes and making the nearby flames blur.

She hung there for a moment, sobbing from the ecstasy. Now she knew what it felt like to be a bright spot in the night sky. Tisuran had set her on fire and launched her. She was a star, pulsing with pleasure.

Slowly, she collapsed down, first rolling her shoulders forward, then her upper back and finally drawing her legs up to curl into a ball on Tisuran’s chest. Deep in the forest, she could hear night creatures calling out to each other, harmonizing as they looked for mates for the night. A soft breeze rustled leaves, and the sky above was moonless and bright with stars.

Everything about this moment was perfect, including her and Tisuran.

He remained quiet and still, not even bringing his hands up to touch her when he spoke. “Are you well, loreline ?”

“Mmm hmmm,” she hummed.

“That’s good,” he said with a purring rumble. “Rest on me for as long as you wish. Then I can take you back to your room to sleep.”

She could still feel his cock, hard and trapped between their bodies, reminding her he hadn’t had his fun yet. His purring rumble didn’t cause as much vibration as his sexier thrumming, but was still enough to make her sensitive clit wake back up. Time for round two. Or was it three? Who cared, counting was overrated anyway.

With leisurely movements, she sat back up and grinned down at him. “We aren’t done.”

“If you want more, I can use my mouth on your sex again,” he offered, his tone eager.

Her body felt loose and relaxed, so she didn’t even try for a graceful dismount. With muscles the consistency of jelly, she flopped to the side and stretched out on the blankets next to Tisuran.

“Isla?”

“I want more,” she announced. “But it’s your turn to do all the work.”

“Work?” he questioned, sounding the slow irregular rumble of confusion.

“Yup,” she answered and tapped a finger against her mons. “I want to feel you inside me, so get over here.”

He rose up on his knees but didn’t move further, even when she opened her legs in invitation. His rumble of confusion gave way to his familiar purr.

“This can wait,” he insisted. “You’ve been so brave already. Nothing else needs to happen tonight.”

She met his eyes. “You’re wrong. Two things are going to happen tonight. You’re going to cum, and I’m going to find out what it feels like to have you inside me. Those things might not happen at the same time. I could panic and you’ll have to show off your impressive stellian by stopping. But even if we have to stop, I still want to see you come using my hand and mouth.”

He was silent for a moment. Finally, he moved between her legs. “I won’t insult you by questioning your determination. But thank you for your faith in me.”

“Gosh, you’re so damn romantic!” she teased as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

“I take both your pleasure and pain very seriously,” he countered.

His soft admonishment made her feel a little guilty. “I know you do. That’s why I trust you so much.”

“I’ll never betray your trust,” he vowed. With infinite care he worked his hand between their bodies and took his cock in hand. First, he ran the tip over her clit a few times, making her moan and wiggle a little. When he positioned the tip at her entrance, she tensed up.

She half expected him to violently thrust forward, but of course he didn’t. Taking his hand away, he ran fingers over his cheek, collecting bonding oil. Working his hand between them, he smeared the fragrant oil over both his shaft and her entrance. The oil tingled as it warmed her skin. Only after he did this several times did he brace both hands on the ground on either side of her head and ease forward.

Was it going to hurt now? Should she brace herself?

Levering herself up on her elbows, she watched as the head of his cock slowly disappeared inside her.

It wasn’t painful! More than that, it was good.

“Oh! Keep going,” she urged, dropping back down. Experimentally, she tilted her hips a little. That slid him in further, making both of them moan.

“You feel like you’re clutching at me,” he said, his voice strained. “Your body is trying to draw me in deeper.”

“Then listen to her,” Isla begged.

Isla might not be very experienced at sex, but she heard the other women talking openly. She knew having so many orgasms in one session shouldn’t be possible, at least according to the Wimol women.

But none of those women had been with Talins and wasn’t that a damn shame!

The sensations that had gripped her earlier throbbed to life. Tisuran’s thick cock dragged against all the right places. He didn’t feel too big. He felt like a perfect fit.

Greedy, Isla reared up to wrap one hand around the back of Tisuran’s neck and pulled him down. His lips met hers and she found out he was as skilled at kissing her mouth as he was at kissing other parts of her body.

It didn’t take long for her climax to build. She wanted that again, craved it. But as much as she was determined to cum again, she needed something else from Tisuran before it happened.

Ending the kiss, she cupped his face as their eyes met. “Now,” she whispered. “Come with me.”

Bonding oil flowed over her fingers as Tisuran gasped. “Anything my loreline demands . ”

Isla felt so full of emotions she couldn’t speak. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nestled her face next to his. She could hear his ragged breathing in her ear as he whispered words of adoration, his hips pumping his thick cock in and out of her.

Her orgasm slammed into her. Tightening her thighs around him, she cried out with the sudden pleasure of it. Burying his face in the blankets under them, he roared. She felt his hot seed fill her, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as his body convulsed.

This last orgasm was so intense, tears started streaming down her face as her body trembled. She closed her eyes and let the smell of sweet maple fill her nose as this perfect moment washed over her, knowing there were many more to come.