When She Purrs – A Risdaverse Tale Read online Ruby Dixon

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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
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“You like this, don’t you,” I growl, fascinated when her hips rock involuntarily. “You like having me under your control, helpless, because then you can have your way with me. You can do whatever you want to me and feed your needs. You can sate your desires and know that you’re completely, utterly safe because I can’t touch you. I’m trapped and helpless against that sweet, slick mouth of yours.”

She whimpers, working me faster, her gaze flicking to my face, and my hips twitch, desperate to rise off my seat in the shower and pump into her hot mouth.

“I’m yours, Kim,” I manage, voice strained. “Do you want me to come?” When she moans, I flex ever so slightly, pumping into the well of her mouth despite my efforts to stay still. “On your…tongue?” I groan as she squeezes me tighter. “Or…on your…chest?”

The head of my cock pops free from her mouth and she swirls that pink little tongue around the tip, over and over. “Come on my chest,” she whispers, then pushes herself forward. She drags me closer, squeezes one arm under her breasts as she does, and then pushes my cock between them.

It is the most obscene, most perfect thing I have ever seen. She traps my length between her breasts, and when I thrust, the head peeks out from her flesh, violently purple against her pale skin. The sight of it is utterly profane and I am lost. With another jerky thrust, my release boils forth and I spill all over her, seed spurting for what feels like hours as the pleasure washes over me.

Kim’s panting and wriggling against me, her eyes glazed with passion, and when I finally catch my breath, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Kim, covered in my spend, kneeling in front of me with my messy cock pressed to her breasts.

And her eyes are so hungry.

“You’re still needy, aren’t you?” I whisper, drained. “Do you want me to make you come?”

Kim whimpers again, and her lips part. She hesitates, and I know she’s torn.

“I can do it with my mouth,” I promise her. “Or with my words. You decide. My hands can stay bound.”

“They…they can?” She shifts her weight on her legs, her eyes still so full of need.

“Oh yes. I’m yours to use, remember?” I grin down at her. “Use me for your pleasure, Kim.”

And she moans acceptance.

38

NASSAKTH

Kim kneels before me, indecision in her eyes, and hot longing, too. How long has it been since anyone has seen to her pleasure? Has made her gasp and shudder with release? How long has it been since she felt the touch of a lover? For a moment, I wish my hands were not bound so I could caress her in the way she should be caressed, but she needs to be in control. I must use my words instead of my hands.

And here I am, a rough, coarse gladiator. Better that I were a poet…but then I could not protect Kim in the way she needs to be protected. Perhaps it is best that I am just Nassakth.

“Do you want my mouth upon you, Kim?” I ask gently.

“I…I’m not sure.” She’s panting and needy, but she needs to get past the hurdles in her mind. Her uncertainty tells me that no, she is not ready for my touch.

“But you liked touching me? It gave you pleasure?” When her lips part and her breath speeds, I know it does. “Then touch me to please yourself.”

“You already came—”

“That was for me, and it was glorious. This time, use me for yourself, my pretty one. Take what you need.”

Still she hesitates, as if not entirely certain what it is she needs…or that she is afraid to take it.

“You rubbed yourself on my leg,” I remind her. “Did it feel good?”

Her hand slides to my knee, rubbing there. I can see she is turning skittish, so I must move carefully with her. I hold my breath, waiting, and when she moves closer to my leg, pressing her skin against it again, I want to crow with success.

My beautiful, brave Kim, choosing her pleasure. I could not be prouder.

I watch, fascinated, as she rubs her breasts against my leg, teasing the nipples. They are sensitive, then? I try to recall my encounters with females in the past, but none of them have been human. What works for one race will not necessarily work for another. But as she rubs her nipples against my skin, they harden, and her movements quicken. Kim’s breathing speeds up, and her hips jerk, even as she scoots closer.

“Does your pretty cunt ache?” I whisper as she rubs herself against my leg. “Will you rub it, too?”

Kim moans, and to my utter fascination, she straddles my leg. Her wet cunt slides up and down my shin, and then she rocks against me, giving herself the friction she needs. Using me.


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