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"Bee," he groans, clearly at the end of his rope…or so he thinks.
Sweet man. He really has no idea.
I continue to kiss him, even as I reach down and rub the bulge of his cock. I do so with light, gentle fingers, because I don't want those barbs hurting him, but he seems to enjoy my touch. I feather my fingertips over his length, from tip to sac, and because he's so big, I can't kiss his mouth all the way through it. I make sure I'm kissing his chest or neck, though, because I can't get enough of him.
"Bee," he calls again, reaching for me. His hand moves over my shoulder, then cups one of my breasts through the fabric of my tunic. "Bee, let me touch you—"
"You are," I promise him. I want this to be about him feeling good. About him realizing that just because he's got, well, barbs, it doesn't mean he's not worthy of being touched. He's made me feel so many things that I thought were dead inside me. I absolutely want to make him come, and I'm going to do whatever I can so he doesn't feel like he's missing out.
So I undo the fastener on his trou and pull the fabric down, careful to avoid his barbs. He looks just as rigid and enormous as I remember, and the head of his cock is wet with pre-cum. His sac is tight between his thighs, and I trace a finger over it. His skin is incredibly soft here, but when his tail twitches, I back off in case it's too much. I concentrate on the head of his cock instead, drawing teasing circles in the slickness there and rubbing it over and over again. I settle one hand on his chest, over his nipple, and brush it with my thumb as I tilt my face up towards his for a kiss.
He cups my face, groaning, and practically devours my mouth. "You…" he manages. "Bee…"
"Tell me to stop if something doesn't feel good," I say between urgent kisses. He bites at my lip, his big body straining under me, and I move my fingers faster, teasing his nipple and the tip of his cock with quicker motions.
Victor's fingers curl against my neck and he closes his eyes, his mouth against mine. Not kissing—he's too distracted. His hips jerk and the head of his cock bobs against my fingers, as if he's desperately trying to stop himself from pumping into my grip.
"Let go," I whisper against his lips, rubbing the head of his cock. "Let go."
"Need…"
"More?" I prompt, understanding. "If I give you more, do you promise not to move?" And I squeeze the head of his cock with a circle of my fingers.
He nods frantically, the look in his eyes desperate with hunger. I kiss him one more time and then slide my hand lower. "Don't move," I remind him. "You can come, but don't move."
And I wrap my hand around his barbed length and squeeze.
It doesn't hurt—the barbs are angled backward, so just pressing my hand against his length doesn't drive them into my skin. But it changes everything for Victor. He lets out a muffled gasp, his head falling back against the wall. His hands dig into the trunk he's seated upon, but without his claws, there's nothing to hold onto. He trembles all over, and then his release jets violently into the air, spattering my face and the front of my tunic. The ragged sound he makes as he comes is almost a groan, but he doesn't move. He just quakes, as if holding himself locked into place is taking every bit of energy he has, and his seed covers my hands and face as it spurts out of him. He seems to come forever, so I squeeze him with my hand and run my fingers along his sac, telling him how much he turns me on and how good he feels in my grip.
When Victor's finally done, he lets out the most contented sigh I've ever heard, his eyes closing. He licks his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing the side of one tusk, and it makes my pussy clench at the sight of it. "Did…I hurt you?"
"Not at all." I lift my hand carefully from his now-sticky cock, and sure enough, I'm fine. "The question is, did I hurt you?"
"Never. That was…better than anything." He sounds dazed. Utterly dazed. "Bee. I've never…"
"It's okay," I promise him, sliding between his thighs again and pressing against his chest. He's sticky with his release, but I'm covered in it, too, so hey. I kiss him, tender affection for this big, brutish alien rushing through me. "You don't have to explain anything at all, Victor. I know."
He groans and kisses me, cupping my face in his hands as if I'm the most precious thing he's ever seen. His lips brush mine, and then he pulls his hand away, frowning at the wetness there. "Did I spray your face?"
