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Tanin

T hough Garnet pouted about it, Tanin washed off before he came to her. On entering his room, he dropped her on his bed and told her simply to stay before he went into his privy. She might not mind the blood, but he did.

Garnet had no blood on her hands. He intended to keep it that way. Whether that was metaphorically or, in this case, literally.

He stepped from his privy, cold from the cleaning mist evaporating from his skin. His ripped jumpsuit and shirt were in hand. He tossed them into the corner to be dealt with later. There wasn’t much point to getting dressed, so he only had on a pair of simple shorts that he would usually wear while sleeping.

He was rewarded for the choice by the way Garnet’s breath caught upon seeing him. She was perched on the edge of his bed, knees together, feet apart, anxiously bouncing her heels. She might not be fully confident about her decision, but her gaze lingered on his abs and chest as he came to a halt in front of her.

His hand, now clean – literally, if not metaphorically – took her chin and turned her face up so she was looking him properly in the eyes.

“Last chance,” he warned. Part of him protested about giving her that out. His cock was half hard already, and he was deliberately trying not to think of her soft body, that smooth tongue, those heavy tits, or the sweetness of her warmth pressed against him.

But worse than the ache of unfulfilled desire would be regret on her face in the morning. The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him dismay and disappointment.

She hesitated before answering. Which strained his nerves and patience to the breaking point.

Slowly, she reached out and put her hand on his stomach. The muscles there jumped at her touch as his skin lights burst around her fingers. She smiled at the effect before raising her eyes again.

“Promise you’ll stop if I say so. If it hurts…”

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “I’ll hold you when I come so you can’t get off me.”

“What if you, like, pull out?”

Tanin frowned. “Pull out? What does that mean?”

“You know… pull out.” She repeated, like that explained anything. “Before you come, I mean. Just pull out.”

“I cannot. When I get close, the barbs start to rise.” He cocked his head. “Are you that scared of them?”

Garnet thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No. I’m nervous. But I trust you. I’m just thinking…”

“About?”

“My birth control. I had the shot. It’s good for three months. I got it just before I left. So, I should be good. Yeah, I should be fine. Okay. Let’s do this.”

She took a breath and set her shoulders. Looking at him like she was about to face an unpleasant experience she just had to get through. Not at all the expression he wanted on his female’s face. Not in a moment like this.

Tanin put his hand on her shoulder and leaned down. He kissed her once. Twice. Sweet. Gentle. Feeling how stiff she was even as she kissed him back.

He pushed her.

She fell back with a surprised cry, bouncing on the bed and giggling as he climbed over her. One hand immediately sliding up her shirt, running over her belly. Marveling at the soft warmth of her skin. So different from his own. Humans were a feast for the senses. Her skin might not light up like his in an effort to entrance him, but she tempted him in her own way. Her back arching up at his touch, her lips parting, her legs spreading. Making space for him. Inviting him in.

It was an irresistible call.

And she might be nervous, but that didn’t stop her from running her hands all over him in return. His chest, his arms, his back, his neck. Giggling at the way his skin lit up for her. Little trails of fireworks that burst at her touch. A trail of sparks left fading in her wake as she traced the raised whirls on his arms and back.

He kissed her again. Deeper this time. Sliding his tongue between her lips as his hands roamed along her waist and hips. Stroking away the stiffness that had settled over her so unpleasantly. He liked her better when she was soft and pliant and sweet.

And more than just wanting to show her there was nothing to fear about his body, he wanted to learn hers. Every spot that made her gasp and fidget. All the ways he could make her tremble and shake. He wanted to seek them out one by one and explore them to his heart’s content. More even than his own pleasure, he wanted her to drown in her own.

He started with her ears. Breaking the kiss, moving further back, he kissed and licked at them as she trembled, her little claws digging into the skin of his back. It was barely a pinprick, but he craved more of it. More of her.

Briefly satisfied, he moved next to her neck. The graceful curve of it. The combination of soft skin and tense muscles as she stretched her head back, giving him better access. He dragged his lips down until her breath caught, then he latched on and sucked.

That earned a moan. A small, breathy sound of pleasure as her body tensed. But not like it had before, like she was anticipating something unpleasant. She was pressing up into him now. Trying to press their bodies even closer together. Straining for more.

Yes. That was better. She should be desperate for him. He liked that. He couldn’t let her get in her head, or she’d start worrying again. She’d see soon enough that there was nothing to worry about. But he was going to drive her wild first, so that she didn’t even remember to fear it coming. By the time she recalled the threat, he would already be inside her, filling her, barbs digging into her walls so he could be sure she wouldn’t get away.

Tanin came up on his knees, pulling her shirt with him. She sat up so he could lift it over her head before falling back, arms still up, breathing harder, hair now spread across his bed. Her breasts were trapped in bindings that kept them up and neatly rounded. Beautiful, he could admit, but he longed to see them free.

Seeing no easy way to get it off, he slid a finger in the middle and pulled up, making her tits press further together. “Remove it, or I rip it.”

She grinned at the threat, biting her bottom lip. She arched up and swept her arms down and under. She worked quickly and the band loosened, letting her breasts free. Even as she was bringing her arms back, he took the middle of the garment in hand and pulled, yanking it away as she giggled.

Ah, her tits were glorious. Without the bindings to keep them firm and high, they were just soft and round. Except for the peaks, darker brown compared to her skin tone, and stiffening as she cupped them in her hands, offering them to him.

What a generous female she was. It would be rude to turn down such a treat.

Lowering himself over her, he resumed his exploration of her body. Kissing and sucking along her chest, her breasts. He took her hands and kissed her forearms. In so doing, he caught sight of her neck and the dark mark his sucking had left. So delicate. So soft, even just a little suction was enough to leave proof of his attention.

He began leaving them everywhere. Kissing and sucking each part of her until the peak of her nipple caught his attention. When he sucked there, he got a great reaction out of her. She moaned again, jerking up. She almost grabbed his head but stopped herself just in time. Instead, she took hold of his shoulders and squeezed as he suckled, watching as she panted, feeling her body rock and undulate under him.

Tanin had been with females before. But those frantic fuckings were less about exploring and more about just finding their pleasure as quickly as possible. If the females he fucked in the past had sensitive breasts, he neither knew nor cared. Some species didn’t even have breasts if they weren’t lactating for their young.

But he was focused now. Savoring each reaction his female gave him as he experimented between licking, sucking, biting, and teasing the peaks.

“Tanin, please,” she begged, her hips pushing up against him. Seeking more.

And more he was happy to give.

Sliding down further, he took hold of the hem of her pants and panties both. He pulled as he moved. When he sat up, they came completely off her legs, forcing her to close them temporarily as he tugged. He tossed them away, taking hold of her ankles as she teased him by keeping her legs shut. Denying him the view he longed for.

He waited. Patient. Staring back at her as he stroked along her thighs. Loving how soft and full they felt in his grasp. And maybe she wasn’t as delicate as she appeared, because when he grabbed hold, squeezing her, she made a soft sound of approval.

And then her legs parted.

The petals of her cunt opened for him. Dripping with need, the skin darker there just like her nipples. The most sensitive part of her was flush with blood and slick for him.

He kissed her calf, suckled the skin of her thighs. Slow and methodical, leaving his marks behind like a trail that led him straight to her needy slit. She grabbed his shoulders again. Nails digging into his skin. Like she was bracing herself preventatively so she didn’t try to grab his head. His quills were as flat as they could get, pressed tight against his skull, but he was glad she didn’t try to clutch at them. Even flat, they were still sharp.

“Don’t let go of me,” he ordered, his breath brushing over her mound, making her shiver as she looked down. And what a glorious view that was. Her cunt, her tits, her parted lips, cheeks flushed, eyes glowing with desire. All spread in front of him like a buffet. “If you try to grab my head, I’ll have to tie your wrists. Understand?”

Her eyes darkened. Her breath caught. Oh, she liked that idea.

Later, he promised her silently as he returned to his goal. He investigated her pulsing little hole, dripping with anticipation as it waited for his attention. A little nub at the top of her sweeping petals throbbing along with her heartbeat.

Tanin might not be familiar with human anatomy, but it was like the petals of her sex were guiding him right to that engorged flesh. He would be a fool to ignore it.

With a long sweep of his tongue, he licked right over the peaked flesh before grabbing with his lips and sucking. Just as he had to her nipples.

The cry she let out was much sharper, harsher, as she jumped. He immediately let off the pressure as her back dropped back onto the bed. She was breathing hard as he tried again, softer this time. Circling the obviously sensitive knot of nerves with his tongue. She squirmed now, legs tensing around his head as she panted and moaned.

He moved down, tonguing her entrance. And she seemed to enjoy that as well, but not as much as when he played with that button. He understood quickly. That spot was the center of her pleasure, more than just her cunt itself. So, he returned to playing with it.

It didn’t take him long, with a little trial and error, to figure out how she liked it. The bundle was too sensitive for direct, harsh pressure. But when he played around it, when he sucked gently, it drove her wild under him

The first time she came, her cunt spasmed. Hungry for something to clutch around, as her natural slick began dripping down towards her ass. His cock hurt it was throbbing so badly. But he was too wrapped up in his fun to stop yet.

“Tanin, wait-!” She gasped, thrashing now. Too sensitive. Just from coming once? He was going to have a lot of fun with her.

He redoubled his efforts. Giving that sensitive bud some space as he licked his own fingers instead. It was a short break before he was back, thrusting two of them inside her. He groaned, gritting his teeth as his cock twitched. She was so hot and wet and soft. And tight. It was bliss within her, and he was only using his fingers. Pumping in and out, prolonging the orgasm that rippled along her inner muscles.

His mouth returned to her flushed nubbin. Stroking and circling it again as she gasped and cried, nails digging so hard into him she was threatening to break the skin. He wished she would. He would wear her marks with pride.

“Again,” he ordered, fingers moving faster. The wetness making obscene sounds that were like music to his ears. “Come on my tongue again.”