“I can find something,” she says cagily. “To pay for what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
“Not a cave and a broken food dispenser,” Maggie says with a huff of breath.
“Perhaps you would prefer a hot spring and a soft beach to lie on.” I raise my eyebrows.
I know what females like.
“Perhaps you’d like a kick between the legs?” Maggie says evenly. “Because you do not have that.”
“And what if I did?”
My cock, already unruly in her presence, is pushing at my pouch at the very thought of her doing anything between my legs.
“If you had…” Maggie puts her finger on her chin. “If you had a hot spring, a beach, and then a really pretty hut with proper food, then I might be prepared to…”
I find I’m leaning forward even though I don’t mean to.
“Not kick you between the legs.”
My cock genuinely does not know what to do. It makes the executive decision to de-pouch and press hard against the fabric of my pants, making movement somewhat uncomfortable.
“Perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement if I can provide you with what you want,” I purr.
“That is as creepy as hell, Driok,” Maggie responds. “You may as well tell me what sort of payment you want, and I’ll decide if it’s worth paying.”
“As you’ve no credits…” I eye her carefully and there’s no sign she has any. “Then what I would like is the way you put your mouth on me the last time we mated.”
Maggie blinks. “What?”
“I want you to put your mouth on mine, like when we mated.”
Because it’s something which has been haunting my every sleeping moment and most of my waking ones. It was so risky and very much worth it. I need it like I need accelerant to produce fire. Mating Maggie’s mouth again would be a dream come true.
MAGGIE
“You want me tokissyou?” My heart pounds in my chest, my head spinning.
I had sort of expected…some other request from Driok, given how sure of himself he is. It could be worse, I suppose, and it’s not like we’ve not been intimate before.
Very intimate. I like to pretend to myself I didn’t know what I was doing, but I did. All the ale wine did was take away my admittedly very minimal filter where a hot male was concerned.
And boy! Driok was so hot. Hot enough it would seem I could see past his enormous ego.
Or I was so desperate for Sarkarnii cock, I could ignore who he was.
“Kizz?” Driok says, cocking his handsome head on one side. “Is that what it’s called?”
“Do Sarkarnii not kiss?”
“Touch mouths and tongues?” Driok queries. “And risk envenomation?”
“But once you’ve taken amate, because having seen all the dancing, that’s perfectly normal, do you not kiss then?”
A muscle in Driok’s jaw jumps. I’ve asked him a question he doesn’t know the answer to, and it irks him.
“Mouth mating is not a sensible thing for any Sarkarnii to do,” Driok growls. “Mated or not.”
