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Krista blinks at him as he wraps his fingers around his cock and pumps himself slowly over the wash pot. She hasn’t had a proper look at his testicles yet. She can tell that they are heavy and full, swaying pendulously in time with his strokes, but they are still in shadow, dangling beneath his body and nearly brushing the floor when he sits back on his ankles.
“Show me those. Your—” Krista hears the uncertainty in her voice, knowing that she’s walking a very fine line, but Thon only gathers them in his free hand and lifts the sac in his palm, his eyes intense. His balls are a deeper green than the rest of him and completely hairless. They are probably soft. He plays with them under Krista’s heated gaze, squeezing them so that their contents shift beneath the velvety skin. One side bulges, then the other. Oh Gods, Krista is going to catch fire. “What does that feel like?” she asks. “Tell me.”
“They ache,” Thon admits, pausing to aim the next gush of precome into his pot. “They have never—not like this.”
Krista feels her brows lift. “Touching them hurts you?”
“Yesss,” Thon hisses, his eyelids fluttering briefly.
“Stop then!” Krista exclaims, alarmed. “I don’t mean for you to—”
Thon shakes his head. “They will hurt anyway. I am … too full.”
“Even though you just—?”
“Mm,” Thon agrees. “Do you like them?”
He’s watching her face through half-lidded eyes, his inhumanly green-amber pupils molten. Krista cannot answer except to nod. It’s absurd to feel embarrassed over such an admission when it pleases Thon so visibly, but she wasn’t raised to be wanton. She’s having to learn that for herself.
“Will you … show me?” Thon asks. He looks prepared for a rejection.
Krista shivers. “Perhaps.” She studies his face—rugged, scarred, hard in every way except for the eyes.Thosehave always been soft when they’re pointed at Krista. Even when they’re guarded or uncertain or full of furious, primal need. Circling her slippery clit with the end of a finger, she pretends to consider it. “Tell me what you want to see.”
Thon opens his mouth to reply but closes it quickly again when Krista sits up, gathering the pelt around her like a cloak.
“Thon?”
The Harkurian swallows thickly, giving his cock a harsh squeeze like he’s reprimanding himself for something. It only spurts obstinately into the pot. Gods, how had all of that fit inside of her with a cock in there taking up all of the space?
“If it would be—acceptable—I would like to see your—”
“My what?” Krista asks, drawing the edge of the pelt up her shins and exposing her long, coltish legs one torturous inch at a time.
“Your—I do not know the Standard word.”
“Vagina. Pussy if you’re feeling sexy.” Said pussy floods like it knows its name.
Krista draws the pelt back with a small shudder. Even the heat of arousal can’t make this tent much warmer. Pinning the edges together at her shoulders to preserve a bit of heat, Krista smooths a hand over the crotch of her underwear, which is soaked through with the evidence of her desire. She gives Thon a moment to consider this before she hooks them aside, revealing herself to him.
“Fuck,” Thon utters. He lifts onto his knees to bend forward and thrust into his fist, abandoning his slow pace for a quicker, harder one.
“Yes, that,” Krista says. “Show me what you’ll do to me when there’s more time for breeding.”
A low growl rumbles to life in his chest. His trim hips snap forward.
“Look here,” Krista says, though he’s already watching her like he cannot turn away. She spreads herself open with her fingers, showing him the velvety pink entrance. “Remember how tight I was last night, hugging that big Harkurian cock? I want you to put it back in and breed me tonight.Properly. I want to feel you lock into me.”
Krista is aware that she’s babbling, but Thon likes it. He clings helplessly to the words, his eyes glazed with lust. He’s close. His movements have become erratic and his expression is blown wide open, all of his ecstasy and agony displayed there for Krista to see. It’s humbling to take someone apart this way. Next time, she vows to do it even better.
Then Krista pushes the tip of a finger into her body and it’s all over for Thon. With a strangled shout, he catches himself on his free hand as his back arches, the first line of pearly white come missing the mark and spattering halfway across the tent floor before he quickly readjusts, milking himself into the pot as his body quakes, all those powerful muscles rippling through him with each hard pump. The base of his cock swells into his fist like a rounded bunch of grapes, more organized than they would appear on the vine, but he lets go again quickly.
When he’s empty, he sags sideways onto one of hips, his eyes dropping to the pot in a sort of disgusted wonder. His heavy cock lies along his inner thigh, exposed and weeping as the swollen base goes down. He moves as though to lay a hand over it then thinks better of the action, a fetching green flush suffusing his scarred cheeks.
“It’s okay,” Krista says, guessing at his embarrassment. “I wanted to know what you look like. You’re hot. See? Proof.”
Krista slips the finger deeper but presses on the wrong spot and winces as a twingey ache lances through her pelvis. Ugh. She’s discovered the less fun side of taking a gigantic Harkurian dick, she supposes. And … it could have been bigger.Couldshe have taken much more than she had? Had Thon been right to pull out of her? She peeks at the softening nodes at the base of his cock and she wonders.
“Are you well?” Thon’s dark eyebrows knit together. “Did I harm you last night?”
