Kagan enjoyed her gasps and the way she trembled as he feathered touches over her pleasure nub, her clit. Kagan nearly growled as he watched moisture leak from her slit and slide down her splayed cleft. Had he ever seen a female so wet? Kagan found he wanted to taste her. His little pet was making him salivate, and he planned on answering that thirst.
Giselle
Giselle couldn't believe the way Kagan stroked and examined her so intimately. She shouldn't be enjoying this, she was a prisoner after all. Her back arched as a tongue suddenly swiped along her cleft. Giselle opened her eyes and looked down at the massive head thrust between her thighs. The rough stubble on his chin teasing her.
Giselle writhed as a tongue lashed at her clit before dipping into her slit.
"Oh god Kagan." Giselle couldn't help but grip his long black hair.
Kagan growled his finger moving to finger her clit as his tongue delved deep into her, probing, tasting and stroking. It felt so amazing she started to quake. Rather than allow her to catch her breath, Kagan lifted his eyes to watch Giselle as he mercilessly continued to stroke and lap at her. Giselle found the way he stared her in the eye as he feasted on her flesh incredibly erotic. Giselle bit her lip to keep from moaning.
When Kagan ventured to finger her aching slit Giselle nearly cried out. Deft fingers traced her slick folds before homing in on her cramping pussy. He prodded gently, slipping easily inside her needy drenched channel. Giselle's hips rose unbidden as Kagan pressed two broad digits into her, then deeper. All it took was a gentle retreat followed by a more insistent press rubbing against that sensitive spot up inside, and Giselle found herself trembling uncontrollably. Kagan picked up his pace fingering her as he sucked on her clit. Giselle lost her mind and erupted so hard that a guttural scream pierced her lips.
Kagan quo Rordan
Kagan didn't know what overcame him and yet he couldn't pull away from Giselle either. He pressed his fingers ever deeper into Giselle's impossibly wet sleeve. She stretched to accommodate his thrusting fingers and then further still. He wasn't quite sure how it was possible for such a little thing. Cadi female bodies weren't nearly as forgiving and never so wet. It was as if Giselle's species was made for coupling. Giselle's little moans and the way she clawed at his hair spurred him on when he should have retreated.
Giselle's taste had Kagan desperately sucking and lapping at her cleft in an effort to wring every last bit of nectar from her body. Her salty sweet honey had Kagan reeling like nothing he'd ever experienced. Unbelievably his little pet just kept spasming around his fingers soaking his face with her desire. When Giselle clamped down on his seeking digits undulating and milking them as her back arched, Kagan nearly spilled his seed into the blankets.
Giselle's scream pulled Kagan out of the erotic haze. He pulled back rapidly sure he'd gone too far and hurt his little pet.
Giselle was stiff, and Kagan watched as her channel continued to spasm and spill fluid. He didn't think he had damaged her but the way she cried out said otherwise.
Kagan looked up at Giselle's face. Her eyes cracked opened and a languid smile lifted the corners of her lips.
"Holy Kali." Kagan mentally exclaimed as he realized Giselle's scream had been one of ultimate pleasure. How was that possible? Females didn't respond this way, at least none that he'd ever known.
Kagan nearly lunged for the female with a wanton growl, his manhood so hard it hurt.
There was a cough from behind him at the entrance of the tent. Kagan glanced to see Dagaa standing patiently, a cryptic look on his face.
"Everything is well." Kagan said realizing his lieutenant probably came in response to Giselle's scream which likely roused the entire camp.
"Daimio it would seem our tiny prisoner has escaped." Dagaa reported looking grim.
"Dammit that boy's going to get himself killed wandering around this jungle." Kagan rose up and quickly dressed. "Stay put." He said to Giselle as he left to go hunt for the foolish child.
4 Strategic Attack
Giselle
Giselle lay wrapped in warm blankets drifting in a post coital bliss. That had been the most amazing orgasm she had ever had. To think it had come at the hands of one of these barbaric aliens.
However as the world stopped spinning, and she regained her bearings Giselle found herself increasingly pissed.
"You ARE a PET." Giselle mocked Kagan. "Asshole!"
Just because he wasn't insanely violent and could eat pussy like no body's business, it didn't mean this whole situation was suddenly peachy. The large man had still attempted to put her in her place with a spanking of all things. The mere fact Kagan believed she had a place that was something less than equal rankled.
"What do you expect moron? Look how they enslave the Toufik."