In this, I know I am blessed. My cock is the largest in my tribe. I have seen the other males bathing and they do not come near my girth or length. I take my cock in hand, pleased that she likes the size and I give it a stroke, dragging my hand up and down slowly, letting her watch.
“That is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” she breathes. “No freaking way.”
I only catch about half of what she says, but she licks her lips, and her fingers slide over her cunt once more. My own breath hitches at the sight. She is going to touch herself at the sight of me touching myself?
A groan escapes me, and my hand strokes over my cock again. I dare her to look. To watch every movement of my hand as I grip my length and flick my wrist. As I move over the crown, then back down to the thick base again. Watch me, I silently command her. Watch me touch myself at the sight of you.
And all the while, my khui thrums and resonates in my chest, so loud that my blood thunders in my ears.
I hear her khui responding to mine, increasing in volume, and she moans. “Oh God, I feel it buzzing all through me.” Her hand quickens, and she rubs the little nipple between her legs with speedy motions. Her gaze fixes on my cock again, and she licks her lips.
I groan at the sight of that. Is she anticipating what I would taste like in her mouth? The thought is a titillating one. I imagine feeding her my cock, the head of it brushing over those soft, plump human lips….and her saying my name as she takes it into her mouth. The very image is obscene.
I close my eyes, because it takes everything I have to retain control. To not spurt seed all over the floor of the cave instantly at the thought. I want to see her come first.
She’s still speaking, even though she thinks I can’t understand her. This human is a talker. I open my eyes to watch her, and see that she’s still got her gaze on my cock. “Can’t believe you have ridges on your goddamn dick,” she says, her hand working her cunt furiously. Her other reaches up under her tunic and cups her breast, and she hisses with satisfaction. “And I don’t know what that horn thing is above it, but it’s making me fucking crazy.” Her fingers slide into her cunt with a wet sound, and then she moans louder. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
My nostrils flare as I watch her quiver and throw her head back with the force of her orgasm. The cords in her neck stand out and her entire body stiffens, as the scent of sex grows even thicker in the small cave. Her fingers work her cunt harder, and she gasps and makes soft sounds as she brings herself release.
She did that from watching me. Seeing my cock turned her on.
I feel an intense surge of pride and lust at the thought. The need to possess her grows greater than ever, but I remember Vektal’s words. Humans have different mating rituals. Perhaps this is one of them. Perhaps I’ve been reading my human’s signals all wrong. Perhaps she’s not pushing me away – this is just how she lets me know she’s interested. A step in the courting ritual.
I stroke my cock again, harder, as her eyes flutter open and her wet, gleaming fingers leave her sex. In a daze, she watches me pump my cock with my hand, and again, I imagine her closer, so close that I can feel her breath on my skin. She’s watching me still, and I want to pull her into this moment, to let her know that this is for her. My cock, my khui, my resonance – it all belongs to her now.
Her.
She said her name earlier, and it reverberates on the tip of my tongue. I remember it now. “Liz.”
And I make sure to say it as I come.
LIZ
Well…that was filthy.
I hadn’t expected him to catch me touching myself. Moaning his name? Just double the humiliation. It had angered me, and I’d started to masturbate as a deliberate show of independence. To show him that he didn’t own my body like he thought. That the cootie wasn’t the boss of me.
And what had he done? Whipped out his enormous dick and came along for the ride.
Worst of all? It had been incredibly sexy. The sight of that enormous hand deftly stroking up and down his length, showing me just how he likes to be touched? It had made me wetter than ever before.
I blame the cootie. I should be appalled. I should have stopped touching myself the moment he caught me. Instead, we mutually diddled ourselves into a frenzy. Now, I lie back, panting and exhausted. His seed is splattered all over the floor of the cave, and he is staring at me, a challenge in those glowing blue eyes.
I curl up on the blankets, tucking my legs closed. “If you think I’m cleaning that up, you have another thing coming to you.” But it reminds me that my hand is wet with my own juices, and I don’t want to wipe it on my nice clean clothes — not after weeks of rolling in my own filth. I stare down at my hand, frustrated.