Page 9 of Redeeming Captivity (Human Pets of Talin #7)

Chapter 9

Tarquin

He’d hoped to give Lena more confidence in their growing relationship, but he never expected an admission of human love!

“You honor me,” he whispered, wishing desperately that he’d studied the craft of oration more. She should be showered with words as beautiful as her. “I long for more skills so I can tell you how much your words mean to me. I want you to know that I’m profoundly aware of how deep and meaningful the concept of love is to humans. I promise to be a devoted partner to you. Protective, kind, and open to living in any way you wish.”

Her adoring look sank into a frown as he spoke. A hand went up and she pointed at herself. “No love?”

“I’m not sure I can love like a human,” he explained. “But I’m desperate to scent-bond to you. My glands are so full they ache. I’ve witnessed humans on Sorana declare their everlasting love one day, then decide they can’t stand each other the next day. When a Talin scent-bonds, it’s for life. There is no going back. Love could be transient, scent-bonding is not.”

She nodded her head solemnly. “One.”

“Yes, you’d be my only one,” he agreed.

“My one,” she countered. She was speaking more frequently now, but he could tell she was still having to force the words out. “My only.”

Ah, she was trying to explain that she wasn’t frivolous with her love. He hoped so, because everything in him wanted to scent-bond with her, and if she decided she no longer wanted to be with him once they were safe, it would mean a painful death for him.

“Are you sure?” he made himself ask once more. “I’ve been told scent-bonding often leads to intercourse, and I don’t want to—”

His words were cut off when she cupped both his cheeks in her hands. She pressed her palms against his scent glands, expressing both of them at the same time. Hot, viscous liquid flowed out between his cheeks and her hands.

Pleasure rocked through his body, making him groan. “Lena!”

“Caramel,” she whispered in a husky voice, leaning her face in close. He remained still and let her do what she wanted. Right now, she had all the power, whether she knew it or not.

She lifted one hand away from his face and pressed her cheek to his, then started moving. Rubbing, she spread his oil all over her face, including her lips and under her jaw. She reminded him of a salin cat claiming ownership of something by rubbing on it.

As his oil spread across her skin, it soaked in and changed scent. It was just enough for him to pull it into his lungs and feel a soul-deep connection form between them. His eyes fluttered closed and a profound sense of peace overtook him. This was what his ancestors gave up.

One part of him could understand. Scent-bonding was like a drug. He’d never get enough of Lena. He’d always want to rub his bonding oil on her and smell the changed scent on her skin. Even though he could spend some time away from her without actually physically suffering, he’d never be happy about it.

Except his ancestors gave up getting to feel a bone-deep connection with another person simply so they could wage war more efficiently. They’d traded happiness for a more powerful empire.

He didn’t think they truly understood the depth of the loss that their future generations would suffer thousands of years later.

“Tasty,” Lena whispered, then she did something shocking. She put her lips to his.

He’d seen vids of humans giving each other lip-presses. He’d even seen humans and Talins lip-pressing on Sorana, but he’d never imagined experiencing it himself!

Her lips felt unbelievably soft. His bonding oil had soaked into her skin, changing in smell and taste. His thin lips glided over hers and then their mouths opened.

The combination of her taste and his bonding oil made blood rush to his mating shaft. The long member thickened in his mating pouch, making him gasp.

Lena pulled away, concern on her face. One of her hands was still cupping his cheek, her thumb rubbing over his scent gland. “Problem?”

“By the ancestors, no!” he said, the words bursting out of him. “It’s all so much, but in the best way. I’ve never done any of this before.”

Lena’s eyes went wide. “Never?” she squeaked out.

“My kind doesn’t lip-press,” he explained, thinking of the few partners he’d been intimate with. “Intimacy isn’t about pleasing your partner, it’s a race to orgasm.”

Her startled look morphed to one of understanding. She made a soothing humming sound and nuzzled him with her face. It was her way of saying they could lip-press all he wanted to. He turned his face a little, asking for more lip-presses. She teased him a little by laying small lip-presses all over his face until she finally got back to his lips.

Eager to taste her again, he opened the moment her soft lips were against his. Their tongues stroked together, making both of them moan.

A scent he’d never encountered before emanated from Lena. As with the combining of his bonding oil with her skin, this scent triggered something deep inside him. It hit him with conflicting urges. He wanted to keep kissing her, but he also wanted to find the source of this smell.

When the scent grew, he couldn’t resist any longer. Giving in, he ended the kiss and waited for Lena to open her eyes.

“I need to smell and taste you all over your body,” he begged. “Would you let me? I promise you can say any negative word and I’ll stop.”

Her lips were glistening and swollen from their lip-presses. Her eyes were only half open and she looked a little dazed. She gave him one nod and then laid back, a clear invitation.

“You can’t know how much I want this,” he breathed, moving over her. “But I’ll try hard to show you!”

She’d taken her boots off before getting into the nest. He started at her ankles, running his nose up the inside of her leg and placing lip-presses as he went. When he got to the bend of her knee, he nuzzled the skin there, enjoying the way she giggled a little at the touch.

When he moved up, she pulled in a sharp breath. The smell was getting stronger, and it was coming from her core. It had to be her natural lubrication. She was producing it because of him!

Desperate to taste it, he reached up to tug at the tie of her wrap, then opened it to reveal the stretchy undergarments some humans liked to wear. He hooked a finger in the waistband of the lower one and dragged it down her legs. She helped by lifting her hips and her legs so he could easily get it off her. Once it was gone she parted her legs, putting a foot on either side of him and giving him a clear view of her.

Soft, curly hair parted to reveal soft, glistening flesh. His mouth watered as he put his face close and swept the tip of his tongue across her femininity.

They both moaned at that first taste.

Burying his face, he pressed his tongue deep inside her, desperate for more. He felt her small hand on his head, but she wasn’t trying to push him away. If anything, she was pulling him closer.

Giving in to instinct, he licked and sucked at her flesh. His scent glands wept bonding oil, mixing it with her slick. He couldn’t believe how much more erotic it was!

His mating shaft was fully engorged now and pushing hard on the taut flesh of his mating pouch. Without stopping his feasting on her flesh, he reached down with one arm and worked his pants off his hips. It was hard, but he managed to get them shoved down to his knees. He was able to kick them off from there.

With his pants off, he reached down and tugged at the edge of his mating pouch. Pain and pleasure combined as the pouch finally gave way and snapped back, letting his mating shaft and seed sack spill out.

With that painful pressure relieved, he could entirely focus on Lena’s perfect sex.

“Tarquin!” Lena gasped and pressed at the back of his head. He didn’t think she wanted him to stop, but she was definitely urging him to change where he was focused. Immediately he stopped licking deep inside her and followed where she seemed to want him. When his mouth sucked on the little nub of nerves, she gasped and her back arched.

This, he thought, this is what she needed.

He felt bad for being selfish and focusing on what he’d wanted to taste, so he focused on giving this area all his attention. Making sure his bonding oil saturated the area, he sucked and licked the nub.

Lena tensed and her breathing became harsher. Excited at the idea that she was close, Tarquin kept the same pace and suction. He wished his lips were as soft as a human’s, but at least his tongue was similar. The combination of her slick and his bonding oil coating his face and her skin made his mating shaft throb.

Suddenly Lena screamed. He was so startled he almost pulled away, then he realized her thighs were gripping his head and her hips were up, pressing her hard against his face. Her cry was one of pleasure, not pain.

He kept going as she shuddered and gasped. It was only when she collapsed and went limp that he stopped.

Sitting back, he gazed down at her, taking in the way her body was splayed out in front of him, wet, wanton, and perfect.

“The ancestors have blessed me beyond anything I’ll ever deserve,” he whispered.

She half opened her eyes and grinned lazily up at him before lowering her leg until her foot was under his seed sack. She gently nudged his sensitive sack before dropping her foot and letting her leg flop open.

It was a clear invitation.

“Did I say the ancestors have blessed me?” Tarquin asked, gazing down at her welcoming sex. “I meant you have blessed me!”

Lena

Tarquin’s words made her laugh. He reminded her of when she lost her virginity. She and the boy had been visiting each other for solars and sneaking off to fool around. Looking back, she knew everyone was well aware of what was going on, but at the time they’d thought they were being so very cunning.

Having sex for the first time with a nice human named Tamore was pleasant, but more than that, they’d laughed and giggled. Later she’d be introduced to males to see if she might be interested in forming a mating bond. Those relationships had been enjoyable, but much more serious. She and the men treated sex as if it was an important adult act. There’d been no laughter.

With Tarquin, she was young and carefree again. Sex was for fun and pleasure. Now she understood that things could be both meaningful and joyful at the same time.

He started to come down on top of her, but she held out a hand to stop him. This was the first time she’d ever seen him naked, and she wanted to take in her fill. She had a basic understanding of Talin anatomy, but nothing prepared her for the glory of seeing Tarquin fully hard.

“We can stop,” Tarquin said, sitting back on his heels. She sat up with a shake of her head and a happy smile. She pointed to her eyes and then waved to indicate Tarquin's entire body. “Oh, you want to look at me. Of course, please do as you wish.”

He opened up his arms and moved his knees apart to give her a better view of all of him. She wished she could’ve seen what he looked like with his cock tucked away behind the protective flap of skin that normally kept male Talin genitals safe.

She hoped she would get a chance to tease him another time and watch his shaft fill with blood. She wanted to dip her finger into the pouch and feel the inside. Would it be velvety?

Why was she thinking about that? She has his gorgeous dick right here, desperate for her touch. Probably with more care than necessary, she cupped him in both hands. He was hot to the touch and smooth all around except for the ridges along the top. She ran her fingers over the ridges, enjoying the way they felt.

How good would those ridges feel running against her clit as he pressed inside her?

The thought made her shiver.

“I don’t—” Tarquin started to talk so she looked up to give him her attention. When she did that, her grip tightened on his cock and he stopped talking to moan.

That was interesting!

Keeping her grip tight, she ran both hands up and down the length of his shaft. His head dropped back and he moaned again.

“I won’t last,” he gasped. “If you keep—oh!”

With her hands around the head of his shaft, she squeezed, making him shudder and moan loudly. She kept stroking and squeezing until Tarquin was shaking. Worried she might be accidentally hurting him, she stopped stroking but didn’t let go.

“Good?” she asked.

“Too good,” Tarquin said, his voice hoarse as if he’d been shouting. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long. This first time, I’d like to be inside you. Can I do that, Lena?”

She thought the earlier invitation was clear, but she nodded her head to tell him yes again. Reluctantly, she let go of his pretty cock. Then she flopped back, eager for more touching. He moved between her spread legs, his rumble low, thrumming, and sexual.

Grabbing his thick cock with one hand, he reached up to run his other hand over his face. Gathering bonding oil, he brought the hand down and rubbed the glistening substance over his cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off his hand.

When he got closer she had to go up on her elbows to watch him guide the tip of his shaft. He pressed against her opening and she had a moment of doubt. He was so big, what if he didn’t fit?

Then he paused and lifted his gaze to hers. He didn’t say anything, but she could tell he was making sure she still wanted this.

“Yes,” she begged, all worry vanishing. She dropped her gaze back down. He eased the tip into her. She thought it might hurt a little, like the first time she’d had sex, but no! He’d done a good job of teasing and stretching her out with his thick tongue so there was nothing but delicious fullness as he slid inside her.

He moved carefully until he’d filled her completely, then they both moaned.

“You grip me,” he said with wonder. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

Talin women weren’t built that differently from human women, but maybe it was because it was the two of them together. This felt like so much more than sex.

“I’ll try to go slow,” Tarquin said, his voice strained. “I want you to enjoy this.”

She opened her mouth to say yes, but only a moan came out as he started to pull out. She thought his tongue felt good inside her, but this was even better. When he pressed back inside, the ridges ran against her sensitive clit, sending pleasure shooting up her spine.

He wasn’t going to last? She might not either!

Pulling her elbow out from behind her, she flopped back and lifted her legs to wrap around Tarquin’s hips. He was keeping a slow pace which was thoughtful but unnecessary. Tension was building in her again and she needed him to start moving faster. She needed that thick cock to drag up and down her throbbing clit faster.

“More!” she gasped, trying to force him to increase the pace.

“Lena!” he cried, moving with more speed and force. She tilted her hips and then it was perfect.

An orgasm slammed into her, pushing the air out of her lungs. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. She was nothing but a creature of sensation as pleasure crashed over her. It was so profound it was almost painful.

Tarquin sounded a loud, triumphant rattle at the same time his spine stiffened, he threw his head back, and he roared. She felt warmth flood inside her and bonding oil dripped from Tarquin’s face onto her chest.

Her legs fell to either side of Tarquin, her orgasm leaving her limp. Heart beating wildly, she stared up at him, illuminated by Wulnum’s bright moons. He looked fierce and strong, as he was looming over her, and yet she wasn’t afraid at all. If anything, she felt cherished and sheltered.

He would stand between her and all dangers. The only question was, could she ever deserve him?