Page 22 of Beast Unburdened

So when he suddenly picked me up and spun around pressing me down into the chair I didn’t protest and when he proceeded to nuzzle my face and nibble at my ear I moaned out loud. The next thing I felt was his hand press between my legs and another cup my breast and no hang on that was his tail between my legs because he was holding both my boobs. I groaned at the stimulation.

“Abigail,” he murmured and nuzzled his face into the valley between my breasts, the gold of the ring through his nose warm to the touch. “Let me see you,” he said, his voice so growly I almost couldn’t understand. “Please?”

When I nodded he carefully picked his way through the tiny buttons that held my blouse closed and with each inch of skin exposed he leaned forward to nuzzle and flick his tongue. I felt so sensitive, so hot that I couldn’t breathe, nothing had ever been this sexy. All I could do was hold on to those horns of his and mutter encouragement.

Shirt and jacket were pressed open soon enough and then he was licking along the edges of my pink bra, making appreciative noises. The tip of his tail was still pressed against my core, rubbing softly with maddening pressure. This guy was far too handy with that thing.

Then he flicked one of the cups of my bra down, tucking it under my breast, and focused that tongue on the straining peak. I groaned, oh split tongue, I had totally forgotten but hallelujah that was good! I almost came then and there when he tugged on the stiff peak with the damn thing.

“Ziame, please!” I didn’t even know what I was begging for at this point. More? Less? Did I want to have sex with him in the damn captain’s chair? It would sure as hell be one way to christen the ship ours but for our first time?

He took any coherent thoughts right out of my head though when his tail finally picked up the pace. Rubbing against me just right while his tongue and fingers played with my breasts, I exploded, moaning his name, my spine arching. “Shit that was good...”

When he lifted his head it was to grin at me smugly, “Liked that did you, my sweet Abigail?” I could only nod at him, far too sated for the moment to care about the male arrogance he was displaying when he smirked like that. And then he melted my heart when he leaned in and nuzzled his face against my belly, “You have the prettiest skin. Such a beautiful dark shade, so deep and soft and tasty looking; I want to lick you all over.”

And then he set my panties on fire, no wait, I wasn’t wearing any.

Chapter 11

Abigail

“My cabin or your cabin?” I asked him when it became evident he was content to simply nuzzle his face against my belly and not pick up and continue the sexy play he’d initiated. When he raised his head his green eyes nearly glowed and his ears were perked up further than I’d ever seen them.

This up close I could see a soft muted green dot right at the start of the spiny mohawk on his skull. Curious, because it looked entirely different from the rest of his scales I brushed a gentle finger against it. He shivered, “Don’t poke at that sweet,” he said and then he started tucking the lapels of my jacket closed around my torso.

“What is it?” I asked, momentarily derailed from my quest for actual sex with the big guy. His body fascinated me, it was so very very different. “My third eye,” he said and then he swung me into his arms and started off the bridge.

Oh okay, he literally had a third eye. Sure why not? “Really? It looks nothing like your other eyes.” He shrugged and winked, “It’s only for sensing thermal images and light levels. It helps me detect danger from above.” Wow… really this guy was just built for battle, wasn’t he? So many different weapons or protections, what was his planet like that he’d developed all of this? I probably didn’t want to know.

When it didn’t take him long to reach a door I hadn’t been through before I realized he’d taken me to his own cabin. It was larger than the one I had and was fairly close to the bridge. Gazing at the king-sized bed with the neatly folded blankets at the foot I could see why he’d chosen to go here. Though the bed was bolted away from the wall a little, the placement looked odd.

Then I was sailing through the air and landing with a soft bounce on the mattress and I didn’t care about the location of the bed. “My cabin,” Ziame growled and then he tugged my boots off my feet and prowled up my body with the hungriest stare I’d seen on him yet. His tail for once not touching me but swishing through the air behind him, betraying his excitement.

He placed one knee on each side of my hips and leaned on his knuckles beside my head, large horned head looming over me. His eyes were gentle though when he searched mine, “Are you good with this little one? Tell me no and I will stop.”

I searched my mind for a moment but I couldn’t think of a single objection. I was still slick between my legs from my earlier orgasm. So I reached up to stroke my fingers over the pretty emerald tracings on his long ears. Watched as he shivered when I gripped his horns to pull him closer so I could nuzzle at his throat. “Yes.”

He peeled apart my shirt and jacket and helped me shrug out of them, then he went to work on my bra and impatiently I shimmied out of my pants. When I did that he raised his head and groaned, long and deep, his eyes focusing on the black curls at the apex of my thighs. His forked tongue slid out to flick at the air.

The next moment he slid down my body and ran that tongue straight through my slit. It had me shouting in surprise, my spine curving off the mattress. “Crap Ziame! Warn a girl!” He raised his head slightly and raised one nubbed brow in question, “Should I stop?”

“God no!” I shot back and had the pleasure of hearing him chuckle as he nuzzled the inside of my thigh. “Good, I plan to be here a while, you taste so sweet.” Then he bend his head to me and got down to business. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he lapped at my sensitive flesh, learning and discovering just what made me tick.

When he found the right rhythm he got me close to that edge several times, always backing off and nuzzling at me before starting right up again. After the third time I was so excited and so frustrated that I was wildly tugging on his horns just to keep him there a little longer, so I could finally hurtle over the edge.

He worked a finger into my tight passage next, just one but it was thick and ribbed from his scales and when he curled it just right, working in tandem with his talented tongue I finally found nirvana. I screamed, I’d never screamed like that before but I didn’t care. I saw stars and I swear that was the longest, hardest orgasm of my life.

I sank down from that cloud of bliss slowly, my legs clutched tight against his cheeks, hands still curled around his horns. When I opened my eyes to look at him I saw he’d raised his head enough to watch my face. At the eye contact, he licked his lips with that wicked tongue before darting it out and lapping slowly at my engorged clit.

Just like that I came undone again.

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Ziame

Watching Abigail come was the most beautiful and sexy thing I’d ever seen. Her taste was far better than anything I’d ever tasted, I could probably stay between her pretty thighs all night but after her fourth orgasm, she begged for me to stop. Her flesh was tender and sensitive and she wanted to cuddle.

I liked cuddling too so I prowled up her body and curved her naked, sweaty body against my chest. “Sleep then sweet, so I can do that again, soon.” She smacked a palm half-heartedly against my pec and laughed, “You’re insatiable, I’ve created a monster.”