people in the world.
She reached out for him, wrapping her
arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. She wanted to
kiss him, but she didn’t know if he knew what that was, so she slowly brushed
her lips against his cheek, placing little butterfly kisses until she reached
his mouth. He hadn’t fought her off or moved away, so she kissed his bottom
lip, then his top one. He leaned towards her, clearly interested in what she
was doing, so she sealed her lips over his. The difference in the shape of his
mouth didn’t make that much difference after all. After a moment, he began
pressing back against her lips and she allowed herself to soften entirely
against him. And then paused. She could feel his dick against her, not reacting
at all to what was going on.
That was a big hit to her confidence.
She wouldn’t normally expect her kiss to get a guy hard, but she was naked and
so was he, and they were skin to skin and fur, and she’d put his tail in her
mouth, and his dick wasn’t even curious as far as she could tell. She broke the
kiss and looked down. Yup, nothing.
“Gruth?”
She looked up at his face again. He
was looking at her as if wondering why she had stopped, in confusion and
concern. “Um...” Don’t you want to have sex with me? She pointed at his
dick. When he realised what her problem was he fidgeted and began pulling her
off him. “Gron!” she complained. Had she just fucked everything up? She
wouldn’t have pointed at a human guy’s dick if it wasn’t working! She should
have known better. How unsexy was that? She should have just reached down and
helped him along, kept kissing him. Now he was hurt. God, she’d fucked up.
He stood up and looked like he was
going to leave her.
“Gron, I’m sorry!” She hoped he could
understand her tone at least, her expression.
He looked at her and said something
that could have been anything, like I’m sorry too , or Fuck
you, bitch , or I’ll be right back, then jumped from the platform and
disappeared into the forest below.
Chapter 14
Gron swung down to the jungle floor, then
stopped, not really knowing where to go. He leaned against a tree for a moment,
resisting the urge to look up at where he knew Gruth was to see if he could
make her out, see if she was okay. He’d let her down. She had wanted to mate
but he wasn’t primed for her yet. She must be disappointed that he was taking
so long. In his tribe, it took about three days of the Queen touching him for a
male to become primed, so that the Bond wouldn’t be made frivolously or
accidentally. He thought of what it would be like to become primed after a
single night of touch, only to be rejected by the Queen the next day, and
shuddered. That would be a cursed life. But perhaps Gruth’s tribe was
different.
He had slept with her in his arms
only one night. Before that he had avoided her touch and the Bond it might
start, but he could fight it no longer. He had been so miserable, thinking all
was lost after their captors had attacked her, but then he woke up with her
before him, asking for his touch, her body bared to his eyes. Oh, he was weak,
but he did not regret it. As soon as he had made the decision to Join with her,
he found a peace he had never known. To be Chosen, to belong to a Queen as part
of her entourage, as her Consort, gave his life a purpose beyond anything he could
have hoped for in his old tribe. He even dared to think he might stud for her,
that she might let him become a Prime Father. But he should not think of that;
that was her decision and hers alone. He should just be grateful she had Chosen
him at all, and he was. And she wanted to mate, so he would know that pleasure
too.
But he could not, not yet. He cursed
his slow body. Why did he feel the fire in his blood if he could not satisfy
her? It seemed cruel. Perhaps he should go back and have her touch him more,
all over, all night. Perhaps that would speed his priming. Perhaps he could
please
She reached out for him, wrapping her
arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. She wanted to
kiss him, but she didn’t know if he knew what that was, so she slowly brushed
her lips against his cheek, placing little butterfly kisses until she reached
his mouth. He hadn’t fought her off or moved away, so she kissed his bottom
lip, then his top one. He leaned towards her, clearly interested in what she
was doing, so she sealed her lips over his. The difference in the shape of his
mouth didn’t make that much difference after all. After a moment, he began
pressing back against her lips and she allowed herself to soften entirely
against him. And then paused. She could feel his dick against her, not reacting
at all to what was going on.
That was a big hit to her confidence.
She wouldn’t normally expect her kiss to get a guy hard, but she was naked and
so was he, and they were skin to skin and fur, and she’d put his tail in her
mouth, and his dick wasn’t even curious as far as she could tell. She broke the
kiss and looked down. Yup, nothing.
“Gruth?”
She looked up at his face again. He
was looking at her as if wondering why she had stopped, in confusion and
concern. “Um...” Don’t you want to have sex with me? She pointed at his
dick. When he realised what her problem was he fidgeted and began pulling her
off him. “Gron!” she complained. Had she just fucked everything up? She
wouldn’t have pointed at a human guy’s dick if it wasn’t working! She should
have known better. How unsexy was that? She should have just reached down and
helped him along, kept kissing him. Now he was hurt. God, she’d fucked up.
He stood up and looked like he was
going to leave her.
“Gron, I’m sorry!” She hoped he could
understand her tone at least, her expression.
He looked at her and said something
that could have been anything, like I’m sorry too , or Fuck
you, bitch , or I’ll be right back, then jumped from the platform and
disappeared into the forest below.
Chapter 14
Gron swung down to the jungle floor, then
stopped, not really knowing where to go. He leaned against a tree for a moment,
resisting the urge to look up at where he knew Gruth was to see if he could
make her out, see if she was okay. He’d let her down. She had wanted to mate
but he wasn’t primed for her yet. She must be disappointed that he was taking
so long. In his tribe, it took about three days of the Queen touching him for a
male to become primed, so that the Bond wouldn’t be made frivolously or
accidentally. He thought of what it would be like to become primed after a
single night of touch, only to be rejected by the Queen the next day, and
shuddered. That would be a cursed life. But perhaps Gruth’s tribe was
different.
He had slept with her in his arms
only one night. Before that he had avoided her touch and the Bond it might
start, but he could fight it no longer. He had been so miserable, thinking all
was lost after their captors had attacked her, but then he woke up with her
before him, asking for his touch, her body bared to his eyes. Oh, he was weak,
but he did not regret it. As soon as he had made the decision to Join with her,
he found a peace he had never known. To be Chosen, to belong to a Queen as part
of her entourage, as her Consort, gave his life a purpose beyond anything he could
have hoped for in his old tribe. He even dared to think he might stud for her,
that she might let him become a Prime Father. But he should not think of that;
that was her decision and hers alone. He should just be grateful she had Chosen
him at all, and he was. And she wanted to mate, so he would know that pleasure
too.
But he could not, not yet. He cursed
his slow body. Why did he feel the fire in his blood if he could not satisfy
her? It seemed cruel. Perhaps he should go back and have her touch him more,
all over, all night. Perhaps that would speed his priming. Perhaps he could
please
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