Tisana has rescued Leo from a snow drift after he escaped, and now that she has explained the situation, he's ready for some nooky in her cozy little cottage. She is hesitant, but Leo is a persistent fellow, you've got to give him credit for that.Enjoy!
Fortunately, I was finished making the stew and had only to hang the pot over the fireplace, or we wouldn’t have gotten anything to eat that night, because Leo’s scent, or aura, or presence—or whatever it was about him that made him so irresistible—threatened to overcome me. He wasn’t holding anything back or being coy about it. He wanted to mate, as he put it, and it was becoming perfectly obvious that he wasn’t going to leave me be until he did just that.
“If this is your way of trying to send me into another stupor so you can escape again,” I muttered as I hung the stew pot above the flames, “you can forget about me coming to your rescue. I’ve pulled you out of a snowdrift for the last time.”
“I will not attempt to escape again,” he said, with a slow, sensuous sweep of his tongue on my neck. “Now that I know I have time to be with you, I will stay to—” He paused, letting out a long, loud purr. “—enjoy it.”
The feel of his hot, wet tongue on my skin sent waves of desire flaming down into the depths of my body to boil there until I simply gave up, leaning back into him, feeling the warmth of his body against my back, letting it envelop me with the need for him.
And I did need him! Though I hadn’t had a lover in quite some time, the need was still there; I hadn’t lost it, I’d only forgotten what it was.
I let him take me then, sweeping me down onto the pallet by the fire. Leo’s long tresses lured my hands to them, seeking only to delve into their soft, swirling mass. I heard his purr getting closer as he leaned down to pull at my lips. I still felt myself to be falling, for the floor seemed to move away from me as I sank further into it. Leo’s purr was roaring in my ears; I could feel the vibrations in my chest, almost as though I were the one purring myself.
I felt his hands on me. What was he doing? Oh, yes, I thought feebly. My clothes. He was taking them off. Perhaps I should have stopped him, but I didn’t care. His lips were soft and wet against my own, melting into me, and I didn’t care—about anything. Except him.
I knew what he could do to me, had at least some small inkling of how he could make me feel, but he was right, because I was afraid—if only just a little—that nothing in the rest of my whole life would even begin to compare with what I could have with him. It seemed as though I was standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting to take the plunge and knowing that beyond this point, everything—all that I knew, and all that I would ever know—would change.
Leo had nothing to lose and nothing to gain by it. He was a slave, and would undoubtedly remain so whether he did this with me or not. He was simply responding to a drive inherent within him. It may have meant nothing more to him than pleasure, but it was also possible that he might be able to remember these moments someday when faced with the horrors of slavery. He could remember and it would help him to endure those times—as it would help me to endure my own isolation. This could be a memory to review with fondness when loneliness threatened to overwhelm me—and there was also the possibility that he could be the one . . .
My mother had once told me about finding my father. He’d been a stranger, she said, and had a lame horse he’d brought to her for treatment on the advice of someone in the town. She told me that the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew he was the one. I wasn’t quite so sure with Leo, but I did know that I felt a stronger attraction to him than I ever had with anyone else. Perhaps that was why. Of course, there was only one way to find out for sure . . .
I don’t know if Leo felt it or not, that moment when I relinquished control, but he seemed to accept it for what it was. Consent. That moment when a woman decides that, yes, this one—out of perhaps a dozen men clamoring for her attention or her hand—this one, I will choose. The reasons didn’t matter in the slightest, what mattered was the choice—and I made it.
Leo might have been the first alien being I’d ever lain with—and I had no idea whether or not he’d ever had a human female before—but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
Purring softly, he delved inside my mouth, stroking my tongue in a sensuous dance, swirling his fingertips on my skin, heating me with his touch. Something in the way he held me made me feel rare and precious, as though he felt privileged to be able to lay a hand on me. The deep, sensual massage I’d given him before was repeated, but this time, I was the recipient, and I felt beautiful, alive, and heated to the point of combustion with passionate desire. Suckling at my breasts as if he would draw strength from them, as if the taste of me was something he craved, he brought me teetering to the edge of ecstasy, and then with one last, solid swipe of his tongue, sent me soaring off into infinity.
His cock was in full bloom, dripping moisture from the points of the corona as he nudged my thighs apart and began to caress me with it. The fluid he produced worked every bit as well there as it had in my mouth—sending a piercing note of sensation driving in full force to penetrate me to the core, drawing my womb into a tight, burning mass which then burst forth into flame.
Teasing me with the head of his cock, I found out something else about that fluid; it made me more sensitive, for my clitoris swelled forcefully as though it, too, might burst into bloom, just as his cock had done. Using both chemical and manual stimulation, he drove me to near insanity with it, and for what came next, there is no adequate description—ecstasy is too weak, orgasm imprecise, and climax seems, well, anti-climactic—but, whatever you choose to call it, it built steadily to a peak deep inside me before erupting from my lips with a piercing cry. Leo’s purr softened to become a self-satisfied sigh. Rubbing his face against my neck, I felt his hair, teasingly soft against my skin, and his weight on me began to increase, as though he were somehow melting and becoming a part of me. Pushing, pulsing, penetrating, he came inside, opening me with the blunt head, slowly pulling back to fan out the corona and rake my inner walls, making me delirious with pleasure.
That it was bringing him joy, as well, was clearly evident. I looked up at him, his feline features illuminated by the fire, and saw that his softly glowing pupils were now huge and completely round, and his purr had become a soft groan which coincided with each thrust. His cockhead was flexible, but the shaft was as thick and strong as the trunk of a tree, and from time to time he paused, pushing in deeply to swirl the passion within as he rotated it inside me, much as you would use a wooden spoon to stir a pot of stew.
Though my orgasms continued without any sign of abatement, after a while, they seemed to become purely mental, as though huge doses of erotic sensation were pulsing through my mind.
Picking up speed, he drove into me with a force that I was surprised I was able to tolerate, given the size of him, but it didn’t hurt in the slightest, and, instead, raked a place inside me to a fever pitch before slowly ramping back down only to be pushed upward once more. At last, with a deep, guttural growl, he lurched forward, spilling his semen into me with a force that seemed to focus on my deepest, most sensitive spot, hitting it with a spurt of fluid which had me crying out once again.
With a deep, purring sigh, Leo relaxed on me, but that penis of his never seemed to stop. I could still feel something moving deep inside and realized that it was the coronal points, moving in a slow, undulating wave, continuing to stimulate me until I couldn’t even think anymore, was just one big, raw nerve ending—fully exposed and stimulated to the maximum level.
Then, just when I’d thought it was over, I felt something else welling up inside me. It wasn’t an ecstatic burst this time, but was, instead, a soothing warmth which suffused my entire body, reaching steadily outward from my center toward the tips of my fingers and toes, making my scalp feel for all the world as though my hair were curling into spirals as tight as his own.
What was it he had said? That he would give me joy unlike any I had ever known? He had put it far too mildly, but I’d been right about one thing, for I was definitely changed by it. I can’t explain how, but it was as though I’d been altered in some way, and at a level so deep, so basic, that the change would be both elemental and everlasting. Just what that change would mean, however, remained to be seen.
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