learning their civic duties. After they gain the basics, they root and bloom. The pollen they generate helps the breeding cycle of the previous generation, so if they lose one maturing adult, it has a catastrophic effect.”
The gown was hanging onto her shoulders by friction.
“I see. Does your species have any breeding specifics that I should know about?” He gently slid the left strap off her shoulder and then the right.
“No. My specifics are cultural. I have taken a supressing shot, so pregnancy is not something that will concern me for a while.”
Idly, he eased the straps off her arms with fingers hooked through them. “Can it be counteracted?”
“It could be, but it would mean a visit to a med facility.”
He paused as the gown caught on the swell of her breasts. “That will require some thought.”
She was going to ask him what there was to think about, but her gown hit the floor in a rush and nothing parted their bodies. It was a helluva distraction.
He lifted her and turned to sit on the bed, the nearly full moons lighting their bodies in a spectral glow. He settled her in his lap facing him, her legs around his hips.
She moaned as he leaned down to take one nipple after the other into his mouth. The hot tugging sent a ripple of reaction down into her channel and caused her clit to throb.
He stroked her shoulders with his thumbs, and she could feel his grin against his breast as he flicked her ticklish spot.
She gasped and shook violently as her body did not translate it the way it normally did. “What the hell?”
“Pheromones. They add a sensory level to intimacy that few folk bother looking into. Nine out of sixteen species in my ancestry pick their mates by scent. You smell amazing.” He pressed his nose between her breasts and inhaled sharply.
She shivered. “That was how you knew when I returned tonight. You could smell me.”
“I could. I could also smell those young men who were all attracted by the scent of flowers that the Hecate was giving off.”
He moved his mouth until it was over her ticklish spot, and he tongued the skin under his lips until she twisted in his arms. It had gone from ticklish to an erogenous zone, and she was ready to cum just from his mouth on her shoulder.
She moaned as her body surrendered to the strange mix of sensations and the heady scent of aroused male.
He moved one finger into her, breathing slowly and carefully as he tested her readiness. “Thank the moons.” He exhaled in relief and lifted her, setting her on the tip of his cock and letting her weight bring her down onto him.
Teeny gripped his shoulders for balance and held on as he lifted and dropped her over and over. They rocked together in the moonlight, sighing and sliding in unison.
She shuddered as another orgasm swept through her, groaning and resting her forehead against him.
He continued to thrust upward until his own release rushed in. Zhomos’s hands held her tightly to him while his neck arched and the corded muscles flexed.
His body was sheened with sweat. He lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. “Tomorrow night I can’t shift back. I will be trapped in my hunting form, and I will be unable to communicate.”
She smiled. “I knew you tonight, I will know you tomorrow. What is the drill for tomorrow night?”
“At sundown, the women have the choice to either gather on the green or you can stand on your balcony. The men come running and seek their female. If there is a dispute or conflicting claim on a woman, the men fight it out, and they take their female to a safe place, guarding her until dawn. At dawn, they shift and begin courtship.”
She chuckled. “What makes up the courtship?”
“They bring flowers, treats, jewellery, anything the woman might fancy.” He grinned.
Teeny sighed and thought of the things she would like. Clothing, weapons, a place to keep her stuff. It was doubtful that she would get any of the above.
She yawned and snuggled against
The gown was hanging onto her shoulders by friction.
“I see. Does your species have any breeding specifics that I should know about?” He gently slid the left strap off her shoulder and then the right.
“No. My specifics are cultural. I have taken a supressing shot, so pregnancy is not something that will concern me for a while.”
Idly, he eased the straps off her arms with fingers hooked through them. “Can it be counteracted?”
“It could be, but it would mean a visit to a med facility.”
He paused as the gown caught on the swell of her breasts. “That will require some thought.”
She was going to ask him what there was to think about, but her gown hit the floor in a rush and nothing parted their bodies. It was a helluva distraction.
He lifted her and turned to sit on the bed, the nearly full moons lighting their bodies in a spectral glow. He settled her in his lap facing him, her legs around his hips.
She moaned as he leaned down to take one nipple after the other into his mouth. The hot tugging sent a ripple of reaction down into her channel and caused her clit to throb.
He stroked her shoulders with his thumbs, and she could feel his grin against his breast as he flicked her ticklish spot.
She gasped and shook violently as her body did not translate it the way it normally did. “What the hell?”
“Pheromones. They add a sensory level to intimacy that few folk bother looking into. Nine out of sixteen species in my ancestry pick their mates by scent. You smell amazing.” He pressed his nose between her breasts and inhaled sharply.
She shivered. “That was how you knew when I returned tonight. You could smell me.”
“I could. I could also smell those young men who were all attracted by the scent of flowers that the Hecate was giving off.”
He moved his mouth until it was over her ticklish spot, and he tongued the skin under his lips until she twisted in his arms. It had gone from ticklish to an erogenous zone, and she was ready to cum just from his mouth on her shoulder.
She moaned as her body surrendered to the strange mix of sensations and the heady scent of aroused male.
He moved one finger into her, breathing slowly and carefully as he tested her readiness. “Thank the moons.” He exhaled in relief and lifted her, setting her on the tip of his cock and letting her weight bring her down onto him.
Teeny gripped his shoulders for balance and held on as he lifted and dropped her over and over. They rocked together in the moonlight, sighing and sliding in unison.
She shuddered as another orgasm swept through her, groaning and resting her forehead against him.
He continued to thrust upward until his own release rushed in. Zhomos’s hands held her tightly to him while his neck arched and the corded muscles flexed.
His body was sheened with sweat. He lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. “Tomorrow night I can’t shift back. I will be trapped in my hunting form, and I will be unable to communicate.”
She smiled. “I knew you tonight, I will know you tomorrow. What is the drill for tomorrow night?”
“At sundown, the women have the choice to either gather on the green or you can stand on your balcony. The men come running and seek their female. If there is a dispute or conflicting claim on a woman, the men fight it out, and they take their female to a safe place, guarding her until dawn. At dawn, they shift and begin courtship.”
She chuckled. “What makes up the courtship?”
“They bring flowers, treats, jewellery, anything the woman might fancy.” He grinned.
Teeny sighed and thought of the things she would like. Clothing, weapons, a place to keep her stuff. It was doubtful that she would get any of the above.
She yawned and snuggled against
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