Heirot

Havi looked up at her with hooded gold eyes that were glowing like embers. "Yes," he said, warmth overflowing his voice. He pressed his forehead to her belly with a sigh. The throbbing he'd felt all day finally seemed forgettable compared to the sensation of his horns sliding along her skin. "I can taste you all night, if you wish it."

Tenara whimpered at the thought, bushing a hand up and down one of his horns. The idea made the ache of desire bloom fresh and hot. “Hmmm, that is a tempting thought. But, I kind of had my heart set on falling asleep with your cock inside me,” she whispered, grinning. “First, though… would you stand up for me?”

Havi shivered as her hand slid over his unbroken horn. Submission rippled over him like a hot bath. "Yes," he shuddered. He wasn't at all sure that she was recovered enough for such a thing, but he could find ways around that. All that mattered for him right now was granting anything in the world she wished. He rose to his feet - an action that placed his obscenely strained pants directly before her eyes. "See the effect your taste has on me?" he rumbled, not the least bit embarrassed by his reaction to her.

Tenara's gaze locked on his need pushing the limits of his trousers. It looked uncomfortable. She'd have to fix that.

Tenara's hands curled over his hips and she guided him back so she could stand. Her hands curled in Havi's tunic and she pulled it up and over his head, having to stand on the tips of her toes to do it. It snagged a little on his horns, but another lift on her toes and a gentle tug and it came free. She giggled softly, tossing it aside. She kissed his chest as her fingers danced torturously over his ribs, and down his sides, around the front, over the divot of his hips. She curled her hands in his belt, and pulled at the buckle. It clanged open. Her hands tugged at the buttons, and she parted his trousers, shimmying them down his hips until the weight of his need slipped out. Her breath caught at the sight, her eyes fluttering up to look at his face. She didn't touch him though, not yet.

Her hands went back to his belt, and pulled until it came free of his trousers. Tenara slowly folded it in her hand, and then sapped the leather playfully. The sound cracked in the air, and though she'd known it was coming, she jumped a little. Her smile broadened, and she traced a line down Havi's chest with it until she reached his cock. She drew a line down the length with the smooth leather and then gave it a gentle slap across the width. She began a soft, rhythmic tap, tap, tap. 

"I'm going to get on my knees," she whispered, tracing her lips across his chest. She slapped the belt against him again. "I'm going to worship you until you learn to love it."

Havi's breath grew weighted and thick as he watched her undress him. It felt so good to be freed to the cool air of the room, to know that she was looking at his body and desiring it. He closed his eyes and felt every touch, every brush of her lips.

The crack of the leather took him off guard. His eyes snapped open and focused on her, on the belt she was holding, as she traced the leather down his chest and along his length. What was she-

The leather slapped across him. It didn't hurt much, but he twitched. "Tenar-"

She tapped the belt against him rhythmically, confusing him silent. He'd met one or two Yurivie who liked to whip their males. Ren's former master was one of them. But this didn't feel like it was that. He flexed his fingers at his sides, unsure what to do with the new sensation. It felt stranger the more she continued, and then her lips brushed his skin.

"I'm going to get on my knees," she whispered. She slapped the belt against him again, and this time his cock jerked sharply. "I'm going to worship you until you learn to love it." The tone of her voice sent heat prickling over him. His dick stung very faintly. It felt like an itch he needed to scratch to relieve, but he couldn't touch it right now without pushing the belt away. His instincts told him she wanted him still. As the sting faded, his flesh tingled, hypersensitive in the cold air.

"Tenara?" he breathed in confusion. "That feels s-strange."

Tenara’s eyes brightened, and she looked down at the belt. “Oh,” she said, bashfulness burning her cheeks. “Sorry. I’ve never done something like that before… Let me make it better.”

She looped the belt around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Then, she released her grip on it, letting it hang around his shoulders like a scarf, and sank slowly in front of him until she was on her knees. She looked up at him, bright blue eyes shining in the dim light, hair stringy wet around her shoulders, the pendant hanging between her breasts—stark black against alabaster skin. Her petite hand curled over his large length, and she dragged her tongue over the tip, tasting the candy-sweetness of him. She moaned, and licked him again, swirling her tongue over his head. "So good," she murmured. She dragged her tongue along the faint darker gray mark where she’d struck him, whispering an apology against his skin. She worked her way back to the tip and parted her lips and took him into the warmth of her mouth. Little by little she explored just how far she could fit him, coming away for a ragged breath each time—patient and almost torturously slow in her exploration.

"Hngh!" Havi's head fell back, his chin stretching toward the ceiling. He bit his lip and tried to keep himself still, but it was near impossible. Whatever she'd done to him made his skin crave friction, and the torturous softness of her mouth drove him mad. "Hah... Tenara," he pleaded. His hips began trying to help her, rocking against her touch.

Tenara smiled at his reaction, at the way he rocked to meet her lips. She reached a hand out for his and took it gently, guiding it towards her damp hair. She curled his fingers in it at the back, near her neck, but gave no more instruction than that.

She went back to the task she’d set. He knew service, but never expected to be served. She would serve him.

She drew him into the warmth of her mouth again, but this time she didn’t torture him. She sucked and pulled him deep—or as deep as someone of his size could reasonably go. Her mouth worked over him, her eyes burning up at him, her body aching for him.

"Hagh! Tenara? What are you-" His fingers curled at the back of her neck, clinging without pulling. She was sucking at him... her mouth kneading him without mercy. Havi was utterly unprepared to handle such a thing. "Oh, god," he shivered.

He wanted to see her, so he took a risk and looked down. Her wet hair was pulled back by his fingers, exposing her pale neck. Her eyes burned up at him hungrily as she sucked at him like some delicious candy, and could swear she sped up. The sight was too much, his body too sensitive. He felt his muscles coiling, nerves blooming wide with ecstasy. "Ah! Tenara," he groaned, attempting to draw back. "Wait...I'm going to..."

Tenara grabbed the pants that hung low on his thighs to keep him from drawing away. She wanted him, wanted him to break at her touch. But, gods, the feel of his hands in her hair, the sound of his voice—her name said like a curse and a blessing.

She watched him as she drove him to that edge, sucking and moving and tasting until she felt him begin to come. She pulled back only a little, tilting her head and opening her mouth, feeling the heat of his release spill over her lips. She wanted him to see her drink his climax. No female would ever do this on his world, and she relished knowing that she was giving him something rare and special.

The daring look on Tenara's face sent adrenaline spotting in among the pleasure as he realized she didn't plan to let go. Rules that had been long ingrained in him warned that he shouldn't come without her, and he certainly shouldn't dirty her. Havi strained against her grip on his thighs, but even that felt too good to handle. It was impossible to look away. She looked so erotic... as if she wanted to watch him lose it. Heck, she looked as if she meant to drink his seed.

Wait... she didn't mean to drink him, right? No Yurivis in her right mind would do such a thing, but for some reason the thought of it broke him. His balls throbbed, tightening up to the base of his shaft, and then he was past hope. "Shit...Tenara, now! Let go," he gasped. She didn't. She met his eyes and held him fast with her lips.

"What are you- ah!" A foreign curse choked from his lips, and then he was crying out, his rigid length jerking with each spasm she milked from him. His fingers tightened in her hair, shivering with the temptation to pull himself deeper inside her. She was drinking him... practically sucking it from him. "Fuuuck," he moaned, "Fuck, Tenara....ngh!"

When the orgasm finally wound down, he sagged forward, clenching the arm of her chair with his free hand for support. He blinked at her, temporarily too dazed with pleasure to speak. He stared at the milky seed that had dribbled from one corner of her mouth. His dick throbbed in protest at being aroused again so soon, and he regained the presence of mind to panic at what he'd just done. "I am sorry!" he gasped, wiping her chin with his thumb. "Are you okay?"

“I’m perfect,” she said dreamily, catching his hand as he pulled it away. She drew his thumb to her lips and licked it clean. “You’re perfect.” She smiled at him, smoothing the palm of her hand over her chin and lips a little to wipe the dampness away. “Don’t apologize,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her. “especially when you taste like caramel. I could drink you all night.”

She seemed a bit brighter than before, as if being certain of Havi’s feelings for her—where she stood in his life—had lifted some of the exhaustion from her bones.

"I taste like...Caramel?" His low voice didn't match the embarrassed flush in his cheeks. He realized with a start that she'd just thrown his own sultry promise from earlier back at him. I could drink you all night.

Fresh heat threatened to reignite the flames they had just finished burning out. He released his vice-grip on the chair and scrubbed his hand over his face. Had that really just happened? He knelt opposite her on the floor, looked into her eyes, and kissed her.

Tenara melted into his kiss, closing her eyes and curling her hands against the muscles of his chest. Her arms snaked up and tangled around his neck, pulling herself until her warm (albeit slightly chilled) body pressed to his.

“My Havi,” she whispered against his lips. “Did you like my worship?”

His arms wrapped around her slender frame and held her close. My Havi. The possessive phrase tingled through him. "You surprised me," he said, arching his head down to press into her slender shoulder. "I liked it very much," he murmured against her skin. He rubbed there like a cat, his fractured horn pressing lightly along her cheek. "You honor me."