Barbarian's Prize(26)

“Did you get a good look?” she teases, but there’s a nervous note in her voice.

“I would look more,” I say, voice thick with the ache to claim her as my own.

To my delight, she chuckles and gives a little turn, showing off her tail-less bottom to me. It’s rounded and full and so beautiful I want to put my hands on her right now. I clench them into fists and force them to my sides. If I grab her now, she will panic.

She finishes her twirl and then sits down in the furs. As I watch, she shivers and fine little bumps raise on her skin.

“Cold?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Always cold.”

“Come and sit with me, then. I will keep you warm.”

The look she gives me is utterly scandalized. Her gaze darts to my naked body, my cock still somewhat hard (and getting harder by the moment). “You’re naked. We’re both naked.”

“You’re cold,” I tell her. “And I will not touch you. That is our agreement for today. You commanded me to touch myself, and now I will command you for your pleasure. And you will have more pleasure if you are warm.” I gesture at my lap again. It’s not entirely an unselfish move – I want her warm body pressing up against mine while she touches herself. If I cannot put my hands on her, it is the next best thing.

She hesitates and then rubs her arms. I notice her nipples have grown tight, the peaks extending and I want to touch them and feel if they are as soft as the rest of her. Patience, I tell myself, even as she settles onto one of my thighs. Look at how she comes to you so sweetly now. Do not ruin it because you think with your cock.

Ah, but my cock has all the good ideas.

Tee-fah-nee wiggles a little as she tries to get comfortable on my leg. “This feels strange.”

“Put your back on my chest,” I tell her. “Lean against me.” It will give me the perfect view to watch her touch herself, and I feel my cock growing hard with excitement at the thought.

She does, and I feel her soft skin slide against mine. I stifle the groan rising in my throat, because she feels better than anything I have ever felt in my life. Her skin touching mine? There is no greater pleasure to be found. Her bottom nestles against my hard cock and her thighs slide open. “I feel weird,” she confesses.

The word does not register. “I do not know this ‘weird’, but you are beautiful to me.”

She sighs, pleased by my words, and leans back against me. Her hands go to her breasts, and she begins to play with her nipples. I watch hungrily as she strokes her fingers lightly over her skin.

“You’re watching me,” she says in a low voice. “I can feel your gaze on me.” Her fingertips glide over her nipple and it hardens as she circles it.

“I am watching you,” I admit. “There is no shame in that. You are beautiful and I would enjoy the sight of you touching yourself.”

Her small laugh is sweet, as is the sight of her hand skimming to her belly. I watch with eagerness as her legs part and her fingers slide to the curls between her legs. Suddenly, I catch the faint scent of arousal perfuming the air.

I groan aloud, unable to help myself. “You’re wet, aren’t you? I can smell your scent.”

“You can?” Her legs immediately snap closed. “Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing.”

“There is nothing to be embarrassed of,” I tell her, and have to force myself not to grab her knees and pry them apart again. “Your scent is delicious. I long to bathe my tongue in it.”

Her little moan catches me off guard, and as I look down, her knees slowly part again. “You’d…you’d tongue me?”

“For hours,” I rasp, imagining the joy of it. “I would push my face between your legs and drink from you. I would run my tongue over every last bit of your skin and make sure that all of it has been thoroughly licked. I would fuck your cunt with my tongue. I would mate it with my mouth.”

Her breath shudders and, as I watch, her hand slides between her legs. She spreads her folds and the scent of her envelopes me. I bite back another groan, because she starts to play with herself. There’s a little nipple between her legs, just like Vektal told us of the humans, and she caresses and plays with it as I watch. My cock aches, pressed between her body and mine, but I would not move in this moment for anything. The sight of her touching herself is too lovely to interrupt.

“Tell me more,” she whispers.

So I do. I go into great detail of all the things I would do to her, the things I would use my tongue to do. I have never coupled, but I have a great imagination and I let it carry my fantasies from my mind out to her ears. With each bold statement, she shudders and rubs herself a little more. She likes my words. She finds them arousing. I can feel the wetness coating her thighs and sliding onto mine, and the urge to lick it up is strong. I cannot wait to taste her.