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Sessah lets out a roar that's so loud it feels like the cavern around us is shaking. His big body quakes in my grip and then he's coming, spurting ropes of hot seed all over my skin. He erupts all over my hands and chest, spattering my face and chin, too. I kinda want to lick it up, but I don't know how that'll affect the whole “scent” thing, so I just keep murmuring filthy words to Sessah as he comes and comes and comes. His hand covers mine and he works his cock, wringing out every bit of his release and using me to do so.
When he's done, he collapses back on the fur cloak, catching his breath. I sit between his thighs, completely covered in seed, and I feel…awkward. Like, how long does it take for me to smell like Sessah? Do I have to wear this for a certain length of time? I giggle at the thought, and my laughter makes my big, breathless guy look up. He props up on his elbows and gives me a dazed look of sheepish pleasure. "That was…the best."
"You're welcome," I say, and brush my fingers through some of the stickiness on my breasts. "You probably got some of this on my cloak, just so you know."
"I think I got it everywhere," he admits, and his cheeks are full of deep blue color that's matched by the base of his horns. He's blushing. "Give me a moment and I will clean you off."
"We might have to do this again in the morning," I say, dragging a sticky hand over my breast. God, I'm aching. I should just want to jump in the pool and clean off, but I'd much rather have him touch me. He likes the way I look covered in his spend, I think, because Sessah can't take his eyes off me. That just makes me even wetter. "Just…you know, in case."
"You would suck my cock again?" His breath is hushed.
"I mean, yeah." Sessah's astonishment makes me want to laugh. "How often would you want to lick my pussy?"
"All the time." His eyes grow heated.
"Well then, there's your answer." I smile at him, teasing one of my sticky nipples with my equally tacky-feeling fingers. "I like touching you. I like making you come apart."
He sits up and cups my chin, then pulls me in for a long, tender kiss. Doesn't know how to do it right, my ass. I make a whiny little sound of protest when he pulls away, and he brushes at a wet spot on my cheek that's drying. "Let me clean you up, my Saaahm."
I shiver, because I love the way he says my name. "I'll be right here."
Sessah isn't gone for long. I watch him as he moves around, cleaning himself off at the edge of the pool. I admire his backside, because his ass is nice and tight and just slightly bubbled with muscle. His tail flicks back and forth in a slow, sensual way, and when he bends over, I catch a hint of heavy balls and that sight makes me ache all over again. He returns to my side with a bit of wet scrap and cleans me off, his expression determined. Once he's done bathing my skin, he pulls the cloak off my shoulders and studies it, spot-cleaning a few places.
"Do you think he heard us?" Sessah asks.
"I don't know if he heard me," I tease. "But I think they probably heard you back on Icehome Beach."
Sessah’s lips twitch with amusement and he wipes a spot from my face before tossing the rag aside. Instead of climbing back into our makeshift bed, he prowls toward me and presses his mouth to mine in a sweet, lingering kiss. "I was loud because it felt too good to stay quiet," he whispers between kisses. "Now it is my turn. Will you let me lick your cunt again?"
I squeeze my thighs tightly together, trying to ease the ache deep inside. "If you want to, I wouldn't say no."
"I want," he growls, nipping at my lower lip. God, I'm quivering with how sexy he is. My khui sings loudly in my chest, screaming its need, but right now, all I want is Sessah's gorgeous mouth on my pussy.
Even so…I remember Kvasaht watching us last time, and glance up above. "Maybe we shouldn't…"
"I have a solution," Sessah says. He gestures at the furs, and when I sit on them, he tips me onto my back. I stare up at the leaves momentarily, wondering if I see the vines moving up above. Or is it my imagination? I squint at them, trying to determine—
Something heavy and thick lands over my face.
I bite back a squeal of surprise, shoving the fur cloak off my face. "What are you doing?"
