Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
"But stay on top of the clothing," I reiterate.
"Yup. That's the rule." She taps a finger on her collar.
As much as I like playing with her fascinating breasts, I haven't yet caused her to break from her expression of boredom. I want more than that. This has become part of the game, to see if I can make her admit that she wants me to keep going. I drag my hand lower, brushing my knuckles lightly down her abdomen and watching for any twitches in response.
She doesn't move a muscle until I reach her waistband. Then there's a hint of tension, her body clenching. Interesting.
I move lower, resting my hand just over the vee between her thighs. "You're certain this is all right?"
"Yup." She manages to sound both breathless and bored at the same time.
"Excellent." I drag my knuckle lower, pressing down through her clothes as I head for her mound. Her legs are slightly parted, and I follow the seam of her leggings, between her thighs. This is where her scent is heaviest. I remember seeing the human females naked when we arrived. They had fur tufted over this part of their bodies, and below that a small cleft of skin. Anatomy knowledge suggests that this is where a cock would go, and I wonder if it's sensitive here like her breasts or if it's not going to bother her in the slightest.
I rub my knuckle along where I imagine the seam of her cunt is.
April makes a strangled noise.
Aha.
I keep rubbing here, stroking back and forth, and I'm gratified when she gives a full-body tremble. I lift my knuckle to my nose and sniff it, and her scent is so incredible it makes my mouth water. "This might be my favorite scent, ever."
"What do I smell like?" she asks, and oh, she's trying so hard to be composed.
I give her my most feral smile. "Victory."
She bares her teeth at me in a snarl. "I hate you."
"Enough that you want me to stop?" I put my hand between her thighs again. "Or should I keep going because we both know it's what you want?"
Her jaw clenches. She glares at me, hard, and then slaps one hand down on my shoulder a moment before spreading her legs wider in a silent, grudging invitation.
I want to laugh at how belligerent she is, but I'm so hard I can barely focus. The khui isn't helping, the song between us so loud that it's distracting. I rub between her thighs again, in the spot she seems to like so much, and when she starts to rock her hips against my hand, I feel as if I've won some sort of challenge.
She grips my shoulder tightly, holding on as she jerks against me faster. I give her the friction she seems to desperately crave, and when her nails dig into my skin and she lets out a sobbing breath, I feel such an intense surge of satisfaction I want to shout. Her scent floods the room with thick musk, and she gasps for air, leaning against me.
I wrap an arm around her legs, holding her close as she recovers, and I cannot stop feeling smug. I made her come. She might hate me, but she likes what I can do for her. "Let me mark your door again," I say, deciding to press my luck. "My scent is fading and I need it there."
"No." She pushes away from me with her hand on my face, as if she's decided that she wants nothing more to do with me. "That's just weird."
"It's not weird. It's me marking you as my territory."
"Then double no."
I am undeterred. "If you will not let me mark your door, then can I touch myself?"
"No."
Her short response infuriates me. I bite back the growl rising in my throat. "No? What am I supposed to do, walk around with my cock sticking out? I've had spears less hard."
"Touching yourself is the next prize."
I snort. "Or I'll just wait and go back to the cave and handle it myself. The only prize is if you do it for me."
"Then maybe I will." She arches a brow at me, her expression drowsy with pleasure. Her hand lifts, her fingers hovering over my mane.
Do it, I think. Touch me.
But then her hand lowers and she just pats me on the cheek instead. "Let this motivate you for the future."
"Oh, I'm sufficiently motivated." I'm practically panting, my khui about to jump out of my chest. My cock is one big throbbing need. "What's my next task?"
She considers for a moment, leaning up against me. Her cunt, the seat of all that delicious, wet scent, is less than a handspan away from my twitching nose. I want to rub my whiskers along the insides of her thighs. I want to rip her leathers open and put my mouth to her cleft. I want—