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“Right. You did say it’s one of the parts you do not touch on random women,” he said pensively before staring at my nipple again.

But that thought confused me. Why was he sucking on it if he wasn’t trying to pleasure me? The answer to that question hit me like a ton of brick on the forehead when he started sucking on my nipple again. This time, I clearly felt the way his tongue would press the underside of the nipple in an upward motion. I recalled seeing a documentary about it where they showed how experienced babies would do that to help bring more milk up while they were breastfeeding.

On instinct, I grabbed one of his leinis and yanked his head back.

“Are you trying to feed from me?!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me as if I was asking something silly.

“Of course. I want to see what human milk tastes like, and if you would have in fact been able to feed the Kalrin the type of nutrients she required,” Taelen said as if it were self-evident.

My brain short-circuited for a moment, then I burst out laughing. To think I was getting turned on, thinking he wanted to get frisky, only to find out he was still in investigation mode. Talk about a major blow to my ego! And yet, my own scientific mind fully approved and understood this. In his shoes, I might have done the same, although I wouldn’t have drank it without testing it first.

“You’re wasting your time,” I said, still chuckling. “I do not have any milk.”

He recoiled, his gaze flicking down to my chest to look at my boobs as if they were an anomaly that apparently no longer had any reason to exist before he peered back up at me.

“Are you… hmmm... Is it due to a health issue?” he asked carefully.

I snorted. He was so incredibly cute in the way he was trying to spare my feelings.

“No, Taelen. Contrary to what you’re thinking—but tried to word gently—my breasts are not defective. Human women only produce milk towards the end of their pregnancy and after they have given birth. Our milk is solely to feed our child. If a woman doesn’t breastfeed for long enough after childbirth, her milk will diminish and eventually stop being produced altogether. But if she regularly breastfeeds, they will continue to produce indefinitely. I’ve never had a child, so I cannot produce milk yet.”

He stared at my breast again, but this time with an impressed expression.

“So they work based on demand. That makes sense. Which means until we have a child, they will solely be for me to pleasure you,” he said pensively.

“Correct,” I breathed out.

“Duly noted. Is it why your nipple hardened?”

I nodded. “Our nipples will get hard when we are aroused, or when we’re cold.”

It was his turn to burst out laughing.

“So now I’m in competition with temperature as to who gives you more pleasure?” he asked playfully.

“Oh God, no! There’s nothing pleasurable about that. In fact, it’s embarrassing to have the nipples poking through your shirt, drawing all kinds of unwanted attention just because you’re cold,” I said with a shudder.

“You humans are strange,” he said, amused, before leaning towards my other breast.

This time, he didn’t suck on my little nub with the intent to feed. Taelen was clearly trying to assess what prompted the most positive response from me by licking, sucking, and gently nipping at it.

Too soon, he abandoned them to pursue his exploration. My stomach fluttered as his palms glided over it. As his hand shifted sideways towards my hips, I got to truly feel the webbing between his fingers against my skin. It was unusually soft, almost silky. When he rubbed his face over my abs and inhaled my scent, I addressed a silent thank you to all the powers that be for the quick shower I took.

My pulse picked up with excitement and tension when he pursued his journey south. This was the oddest experience as Taelen wasn’t technically making love to me. He was truly exploring my human body but doing so in a sensuous fashion as he discovered both what I looked like and which parts of me were sensitive.

As I had never seen a Syllen’s genitalia—be they male or female—I had no clue how different or similar we were. Would he freak out when he saw what I had going on down there? I’d always been very self-conscious about having more prominent labia than the standard, sexy vaginas they show you in adult content.

Over the years, I kept flip-flopping about having it surgically trimmed but always backed out. This was my body, and there was nothing wrong with having that type of labia. Some women had much bigger flaps to where they spilled out so much, they had to tuck the flaps in so direct contact with their underwear wouldn’t dry them out to the point it became painful.

I held my breath when he parted my legs to get a good look. Tension stiffened my back as I studied his face and reaction. To my relief, I detected no shock, disgust, or distress in his expression. Taelen tilted his head as he examined me with fascination. His hand holding my left leg open caressed a path to my sex before carefully tracing the curve of my external labia with his index finger. He then parted the lips with two fingers to further expose me.

I took shallow breaths, this time, no longer with tension that he might dislike what he saw, but from a mix of arousal and anticipation. When he circled around my clitoris with his index finger, a shudder coursed through me, and I inhaled sharply. His eyes flicked to mine, and he stared intently at my face while continuing to touch my clit in various ways to see how I responded.

“It swelled a bit, but not much,” Taelen said pensively. “Is that the maximum that it grows? Do your males have an opening for it to fit in?”

What the fuck?!