musk. It was not purple, and it was much coarser than the hair that grew on her head, but it trapped the aroma of her female sex and that was the important thing.
‘This is not a good idea,’ Kane thought, and bent down to fill his lungs with that intoxicating scent.
Heat—never far from him—scratched upward from his tsesac and sank deep in his belly. Kane reared back, his gaze clouding, and reached down to rub himself.
The human wasn’t clean. Wasn’t and wouldn’t be, not until well after nightfall. The human had the Creeping Waste, and that was nothing to play around with. He needed to practice some restraint here. She wasn’t clean, he wasn’t going to fuck her, and that was all there was to it.
Kane put his hand on Raven’s belly, combing down that coarse and somehow unpleasant patch of hair and then pushed between her thighs. The folds beneath his questing fingers were the same as any Jotan female’s. He stroked her lightly, careful of his claws, slipping inside her by slow degrees.
Ah, she was snug, even around his finger. She was going to grip his cock like a vise.
Warmth was pooling in his belly, swelling out in a hard, hot lump down in his tsesac.
Kane’s eyes traveled up her body to those curious bumps on her chest. How did those work, anyway? There had been no concavity on Urak’s male that would have corresponded. How did humans fit together? Raven was shaped like any female down below, hence Kane had thought humans must mate as Jotan do, face to face. But wouldn’t those bumps get in the way? The yellow-haired female must have had them, and thinking back, Kane could remember seeing them as she stood in the water, just before she took her last, wet breath. But he couldn’t remember what they’d felt like pressed beneath his body. Of course, he couldn’t remember much of anything from that time.
Exceedingly aware of the un-wisdom of what he was doing, and yet determined to remember she was not yet clean, Kane bent. He placed one hand on either side of her and carefully positioned himself atop her. He could feel his shaft stiffening, trapped by his coverings, but clamped nicely between Raven’s thighs. He lowered himself until he rested his weight fully atop her, and yes, he could feel those firm, fleshy bumps pressed between them. It was not an unpleasant sensation.
Kane rocked once, just as an experiment, and felt all of Raven’s body rubbing against his.
‘It’s okay,’ he told himself distractedly. ‘I’m not doing anything. I know she’s not clean. I’m just…exploring.’
Raven uttered a low, breathy moan and unexpectedly moved beneath him. Not stretching or pushing, but sort of writhing. Her legs opened, upsetting Kane’s balance, and without thinking, he arched forward, bumping his cock hard against her sex. He could feel the heat of her even through his coverings. It would be such a simple thing just to reach down, unfasten himself…one quick thrust and he could be inside her. Her program was more than half-run by now…Jotan were not as susceptible to disease as humans…really, what were the odds…?
“
Venk tar
!” Kane spat, and rolled off her, shaking. This wasn’t just Heat, this was madness. He’d never pretended to be wise, but he refused to be this stupid. She was going to feel good, yes, but no fucking could possibly feel good enough to die for.
Kane shut his eyes tight and willed himself to sleep while he still could. Heat was coming, Heat for real, and he’d managed to put even his human’s mouth completely out of commission. He did not trust himself to lay his arm around her once more. He held her hand instead.
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Chapter Four
R aven felt a pulling at her arm and rolled away from it. She could feel the muggy warmth of the air closing in all around her, but she couldn’t feel the sun itself stabbing at her, so she thought it must be night. It was night everywhere
‘This is not a good idea,’ Kane thought, and bent down to fill his lungs with that intoxicating scent.
Heat—never far from him—scratched upward from his tsesac and sank deep in his belly. Kane reared back, his gaze clouding, and reached down to rub himself.
The human wasn’t clean. Wasn’t and wouldn’t be, not until well after nightfall. The human had the Creeping Waste, and that was nothing to play around with. He needed to practice some restraint here. She wasn’t clean, he wasn’t going to fuck her, and that was all there was to it.
Kane put his hand on Raven’s belly, combing down that coarse and somehow unpleasant patch of hair and then pushed between her thighs. The folds beneath his questing fingers were the same as any Jotan female’s. He stroked her lightly, careful of his claws, slipping inside her by slow degrees.
Ah, she was snug, even around his finger. She was going to grip his cock like a vise.
Warmth was pooling in his belly, swelling out in a hard, hot lump down in his tsesac.
Kane’s eyes traveled up her body to those curious bumps on her chest. How did those work, anyway? There had been no concavity on Urak’s male that would have corresponded. How did humans fit together? Raven was shaped like any female down below, hence Kane had thought humans must mate as Jotan do, face to face. But wouldn’t those bumps get in the way? The yellow-haired female must have had them, and thinking back, Kane could remember seeing them as she stood in the water, just before she took her last, wet breath. But he couldn’t remember what they’d felt like pressed beneath his body. Of course, he couldn’t remember much of anything from that time.
Exceedingly aware of the un-wisdom of what he was doing, and yet determined to remember she was not yet clean, Kane bent. He placed one hand on either side of her and carefully positioned himself atop her. He could feel his shaft stiffening, trapped by his coverings, but clamped nicely between Raven’s thighs. He lowered himself until he rested his weight fully atop her, and yes, he could feel those firm, fleshy bumps pressed between them. It was not an unpleasant sensation.
Kane rocked once, just as an experiment, and felt all of Raven’s body rubbing against his.
‘It’s okay,’ he told himself distractedly. ‘I’m not doing anything. I know she’s not clean. I’m just…exploring.’
Raven uttered a low, breathy moan and unexpectedly moved beneath him. Not stretching or pushing, but sort of writhing. Her legs opened, upsetting Kane’s balance, and without thinking, he arched forward, bumping his cock hard against her sex. He could feel the heat of her even through his coverings. It would be such a simple thing just to reach down, unfasten himself…one quick thrust and he could be inside her. Her program was more than half-run by now…Jotan were not as susceptible to disease as humans…really, what were the odds…?
“
Venk tar
!” Kane spat, and rolled off her, shaking. This wasn’t just Heat, this was madness. He’d never pretended to be wise, but he refused to be this stupid. She was going to feel good, yes, but no fucking could possibly feel good enough to die for.
Kane shut his eyes tight and willed himself to sleep while he still could. Heat was coming, Heat for real, and he’d managed to put even his human’s mouth completely out of commission. He did not trust himself to lay his arm around her once more. He held her hand instead.
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Chapter Four
R aven felt a pulling at her arm and rolled away from it. She could feel the muggy warmth of the air closing in all around her, but she couldn’t feel the sun itself stabbing at her, so she thought it must be night. It was night everywhere
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