Page 10 of Truthful Deceptions

“Humans use their fingers and mouths on each other,” I said, rubbing the fingers of one hand over my clit and dipping the first two fingers of my other hand into my pussy. I let out an involuntary moan at how good it felt. Damn, maybe I was in heat.

That thought almost made me break character and chuckle.

Biting my lip, I lifted my hips in an invitation. “I need you to touch me, Tolreum. This is agony. Only you can help me.”

He finally let out a rumble of agreement and shifted until he was lying on his belly, face poised over my sex.

“I'll assist you,” he said, nosing my fingers aside. His breath felt hot on my exposed sex as he spoke. “But only with my hand and mouth. I can't use my mating shaft on you. That would be very wrong.”

That sounded like another thing I was going to have to work hard on convincing him was natural and he needed to do for me. I’d never expected that sex work involved so much play acting or psychology. Maybe I could ask him…

All thought left my head as his mouth latched onto my clit. I sucked a lung full of air in and tilted my pelvis to press against his face. It wasn't acting; it was pure instinct.

I'd had a few lovers in the past, but nothing for long. Having to move often for work meant relationships were difficult to find, and long work hours meant they were hard to maintain. The Massoc didn't do casual sex, so once I was on Bright Star Station, options weren't simply limited, they were nonexistent.

A two year dry spell, along with underwhelming partners before, meant Tolreum's attention shot me right into a powerful orgasm.

I came so hard my chest muscles convulsed and refused to let me draw in air. I lost feeling in my toes. If my eyes were open, I suspected the outer edges of my vision would be whited out.

He kept going. Sucking on my clit like it was a delicious piece of candy. It was only when my chest muscles relaxed and let me draw breath into my lungs that I was able to beg him to stop.

“Enough,” I moaned, gently pushing at the smooth top of his scaled head. “Please, enough.”

He gave my entire sex a last lick, then sat back with a purr.

“Did that help?” he asked.

Help? Help! I'd just had the most intense climax of my life. Really, I should be paying him for his services instead of the other way around.

That thought reminded me that I was here to do a job. I might have fun while doing it, but I still needed to fulfill my part of the contract.

“That was wonderful,” I said, sitting up. My body felt loose and languid, so I grabbed hold of his arm to help sit up. “I've never had anyone help me through my heat before.”

“I can do that again,” he offered, licking his lips. “As often as you need.”

I almost broke character and begged him to take me away with him. A guy who liked to go down on you so much he wanted to do it even when he was paying for sex? I didn't think that existed!

Still, there were very important reasons I couldn't leave Bright Star Station, at least not yet, so I bit back my unwise impulses. Using my hold on his arm, I pulled myself up on my knees.

“You can penetrate me too,” I urged. “I'll be in heat for a while yet. I'd like to feel all of you.”

He stopped purring and went still again. I almost sighed because we’d been doing so good. And honestly, I wanted him to fuck me. At least I wanted that if I got a look at his dick and made sure he didn't have any spikes or thorns or anything.

I know Maglia checked that it was safe for us to have intercourse, but this was one of those things I wanted to verify for myself.

“I don't think we should do that,” he said.

I looked down at his crotch. The bulge was still there, so he was interested. Maybe I should start slower.

“Can I look at you?” I asked, hooking a finger in the waistband of his pants and tugging slightly. “I only want to see. You're the first Talin I've ever met.”

He made the rumble of agreement sound, but it was so slow it took me a moment to figure out which sound it was. I guess that's what Talins did when they were reluctantly agreeing.

“Will you release my arm so I can stand?” he asked.

I nodded and let go. Scooting back a bit, I grimaced at how sensitive my slit was. Even feeling the soft blankets of the nest was almost too much.

Standing up, he took off his belt and set it aside. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and drew them down until gravity took over and they dropped to his feet.