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A Herd of Them

M aya

Cheek dots! He gets more adorable every day.

I don’t know why I demanded he show me his mandible a moment ago, but it felt imperative to let him know I love him, love all of him. Now I wonder what those mandibles can do that he discovered on a porno. By the way he talked about it, it’s going to be a pleasant surprise.

Lie on the bed and spread your legs? I can do that.

Before I get too comfortable with my head on the pillows, he drags me to the foot of the bed, my ass on the edge and my legs over his shoulders.

Although he was all business a moment ago, he’s stuck in park now. He’s not moving. When I lift on my elbows to see what derailed his forward movement, the only word to describe what I see is dumbstruck.

Now, he’s nodding, as if he was poring over a complicated star map and just figured out the coordinates.

“So here’s your fountain,” he says so sweetly my heart clenches. He hovers a thick finger over my core, but doesn’t touch me, then asks, “And here’s your… pleasure button?”

Again, I feel his heat right where I want it, but sadly, no touch.

“Pleasure button. Yes. It feels best when touched .” My irritation is clear in my tone.

“And it will be touched, when I’m ready ,” he says with steel in his voice, although he hasn’t removed his gaze from between my legs.

Everything between us has been so quick, so desperate. I can’t argue with the male for wanting to take his sweet time.

He bends his head so slowly I almost reach up and drag him closer. Instead, I reach behind me, grab both pillows and plump them under my head so I can watch this wide-shouldered Xenon explore me.

His tongue unfurls from his mouth. How is it I never noticed how long it is? Prodigiously long. And thick. And heading toward what he sweetly called my fountain.

I can’t watch. My lids flutter closed as I dive into this moment. Dear God, how can this feel so good? That thick, pinkish tongue slides in and in and in as a moan rumbles from his mouth adding vibration to the mix.

His hands, claws thankfully sheathed, grip my upper thighs and yank me wide as his tongue explores deep enough to flick my cervix! When the doctor bumped it, I yelped in pain. A’Dar’s gently fluttering tongue is at the opposite end of the pleasure/pain scale.

“A’Dar.” My eyelids flicker. Although I thought I was spread as wide as my body would go, I open even wider.

When he’s explored more fully, and I am, indeed, doing an excellent imitation of a fountain, he pulls out, leans up, and makes a show of licking my glistening juices off his lips and cheeks. He then unceremoniously turns me onto my hip and pops my ass with a soft smack.

“I know we were distracted lately, but you shouldn’t keep such delicious secrets from your mate,” he says with a smile, then licks his lips again, rolls me back where I was, and continues to explore my delicious secrets .

After sliding all the way inside my channel, to get my fountain flowing full blast again, he slicks his tongue along my folds to explore my pleasure button. A’Dar has good instincts, I must admit. He attacks me like I’m a puzzle he wants to conquer.

Little licks, quick flicks, and gentle pulses all warm me up until I’m writhing against the bedclothes.

“How many times can I make you come, my heart?”

“Do your best and we’ll see.”

The flat of his tongue flickers harder as a finger slides inside me. He’s retracted all his face armor, so it’s just his soft cheeks and lips that tussle against me as his tongue does an amazing imitation of the best vibrator on Earth.

I come apart under his attentions, my nails biting into the cabled muscle on his mottled shoulders, and my mouth screaming his name.

I haven’t stopped spasming before he attacks again. We’ve fought dozens of enemies since we’ve met, but he’s never shown his warrior spirit as much as he is right this minute. He approaches my pleasure like an enemy he wants to attack.

He tries various combinations of his endowments. Sometimes it’s his tongue lapping deep inside me. At others, it relentlessly assaults my little clit from just the right angle with just the right rhythm until I consider begging him to stop. But I never do.

Then he nuzzles his face against my slit, as if he would be happy to burrow in there and stay the night. I feel something happen as his little tusks emerge. They don’t prick me, just let me know they’re there.

Then his mandibles open. As they widen, they open my lips, exposing me even more.

“You’re so beautiful.” I feel his soft lips rub against my tender flesh as he speaks.

With me exposed like this, my lips pulled open and my clitoral hood retracted, he barely needs to nudge my delicate pleasure button with the tip of his tongue before a spasm jolts through me like electricity.

There was no warmup, no preamble, just a lightning strike of pleasure beyond measure. My shout is wordless. I’m unable to do more than babble as my eyes flash open in surprise. The orgasm is so powerful it whips through me like a tidal wave—tall and wide and relentless. The aftershocks seem endless as my lover, my mate, rides them with me until every muscle in my body relaxes all at once as I fall into a heap on the bed.

“I’ll do better next time,” he mock-apologizes as he nips my over-sensitized inner thigh, his suede-like hair grazing my tender flesh.

“You’re an ass.”

He chuckles.

What’s better than a world-class orgasm? A gaggle of them. Is it a gaggle or a flock or a pack or a herd? I’m not sure of the proper term. Cloud. How about cloud? What’s better than a cloud of orgasms? Hearing my mate’s laughter for the very first time.