Barbarian's Prize(25)

I thought we were just friends. But friends don’t picture other friends when they masturbate, do they? Something tells me we’ve gone over the friendship line at some point and I never even noticed.

Nor do I care. I like being around Salukh. I’m attracted to him. I gaze at all that blue, velvety skin rippling over taut muscles and the thick, coarse black hair that flows down his horned head and over his shoulders. I eye the big, thick cock he’s pumping in his hands furiously. How can I not be attracted to all this? He’s gorgeous, raw and masculine in ways that most Earth guys aren’t.

The breath hisses from between his fangs, and then Salukh comes. His body stiffens and I watch in fascination as his cock spurts clear, pale semen all over his hands and spatters his chest. He groans my name and continues to milk his cock, sending more ropes of come over his skin.

Oh, wow. That was beautiful. I’m utterly fascinated and I can’t stop staring, even as he slowly gives his cock a few more strokes and then releases it. There’s come all over him, and he’s covered by a faint sheen of sweat, but I’ve never seen him look so satisfied.

Or so utterly possessive as he looks at me.

He nods to something behind me. “There is a cloth over there. Hand it to me so I may clean myself up?”

Oh. Of course. I’m blushing like a schoolgirl for some reason. I hand it to him and try to be all nonchalant as he wipes the gleaming remnants of his spend off his lickable abs. “Your come looks different than human come.”

He seems surprised. “Does it?”

“Thinner,” I point out, though I’m just babbling I guess. “More liquid. It’s not a big deal. I just thought it was curious.”

He grunts and finishes cleaning himself off, then tosses the small towel aside and looks at me with those hot, hot eyes. “Shall I stay naked for you?”

I tilt my head, curious. Stay naked? Not that I mind, of course, I’m just wondering…naked for what?

The question must be written on my face. A devilish smile curves his mouth. “It is your turn now, Tee-fah-nee.”





Chapter Eight





SALUKH



I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good. Tee-fah-nee has been very brave this day, and we are making great strides. Soon I will be able to touch her and pleasure her as my mate, resonance or not. Today, I touched myself but with her watching, it felt as if we were one. I have never rubbed my cock so hard, and never have I come so much. Her lovely face was fascinated as I came, and I felt like the strongest, most virile man on the planet as she commanded me to touch myself for her pleasure. And now it is time for her to touch herself.

Her pretty mouth opens and gapes like a fish’s. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” I gesture at myself, still boldly naked, my cock still twitching and semi-hard from my recent play. “Did my efforts not please you?”

She squirms, but she doesn’t look miserable at the thought. Just shy. “Salukh, I don’t know…”

I desperately want to touch her, but I do not know how she will take it. “There is no shame in this cave, Tee-fah-nee. No shame between us. Are we not friends?”

“I don’t do this sort of thing with my friends,” she huffs, but she starts to pull off her leather dress, and it’s all I can do not to jump to my feet with excitement and help strip the clothing off of her. I long to see her naked. I’ve seen her bathing in the pool back at the main cave – my people are not shy about bodily functions of any kind – but the humans are quick to cover their bodies up and they act as if naked breasts and thighs are things to be worried over. For her to strip down in front of me feels like a treat just for my eyes, and I am hungry for it.

She slowly removes her tunic, revealing a leather band wrapped tightly around her breasts. Curious. I say nothing, simply watching as she gets to her feet and daintily begins to remove her leggings and boots. She is graceful in her movements, my human, and her smooth skin invites the touch. I long for the day when I will be able to caress her as my own.

Not today, I tell my khui. But soon.

She pulls her clothing off and then she is dressed in nothing but the band around her breasts, and she pulls that free a moment later and stands in front of me, body proud. She is so lovely it makes my jaw ache. I drink in the sight of her, of her full hips that flare out, the gentle curve of her belly, the surprising fullness of her breasts. They are tipped with dark nipples and my mouth waters at the thought of sucking them. She also has a dark thatch of fur between her thighs, right over her sex. I find it strange but charming, and soon I will be able to bury my face in those curls and lick her as a mate should.