Page 18 of The Twelve Nights of Halloheen

She looked up to find Tisuran watching her with his knowing, bright amber eyes. She tilted her head. “What?”

“You tell me what to do. I’ll only act with your instruction, nothing else. I’ll be under your control at all times.”

His ceding control like that added a whole new facet to their intimacy that had never occurred to her. The thought of being in charge was appealing. She’d never been in charge of another person. She’d always been the worker bee or off doing projects on her own. She’d never had anyone answer to her.

A heady feeling of power blossomed in her chest, replacing the trepidation. “Take off your belt and pants,” she demanded, while still holding her wrap closed. “I want to see all of you.”

A brief rattle of excitement sounded alongside his constant purring. At least she thought that was what the windchimes-sounding rattle meant. “As my Isla commands.”

Confidence she didn’t know she had filled her. She could do this!

Chapter 7

Isla’s guide to the Twelve Nights of Halloheen (Excerpt)

Another aspect of the Night of Fears is facing what scares us the most and finding that we are stronger than we think.

Tisuran

Tisuran rose to his feet with the effortless grace most of the retired soldiers displayed. She could see that his hands were steady as he unlatched the belt holding his Ident cube, pouch, and shield and set the items gently on the ground away from the soft blankets. Then he pulled his pants down and stepped out, never breaking eye contact with her.

He stood before her, still and silent. It took effort, but she finally tore her eyes away from his captivating amber eyes. Dropping her gaze, she noted how the overlapping, hard keratin plates flowed over the contours of his muscled body and showed off his powerful physique.

Unlike humans, the genitals of a Talin male were safely hidden away in a flesh pouch. This taut piece of flesh was made up of a combination of tough Talin skin and tiny “beads” of keratin plating.

Tisuran’s pouch was still covering him, but the prominent bulge told her that wouldn’t be the case for long. At least not if she had anything to say about it.

“Can I be allowed to touch you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he agreed readily. “And I won’t move until you command me.”

Rising up on her knees, she reached a hand towards him. Her fingers ached a little from how tightly she’d been holding her wrap closed. It was only a slight discomfort and completely forgotten as she rested her palm on Tisuran’s thigh. Her breath hitched as she put her hand on parts of his body she’d never seen before.

Slowly she ran her fingers up to his waistline, enjoying the smooth feeling of the keratin plates and the textured ridges between them. Next, she moved her hand over the place she’d been wanting to touch for days—his flesh pouch.

She could feel his rapidly engorging cock through the taut skin. Talins referred to their dicks as mating shafts and their balls as seed sacks. Well, seed sack, because they only had one ball. Would the skin of his dick and ball feel soft to the touch? Or would they be covered in the thick keratin coating? She only knew the basics, not all the details. Time to find out all Tisuran’s secrets!

Running her fingers along the opening of the flesh pouch, she tested the rigidity. She could squeeze her fingers in there, barely. As she watched, the bulbous head of Tisuran’s cock peaked out.

Delighted, she ran her fingers over the tip. Tisuran moaned and his mating shaft twitched, but he didn’t move.

She looked up to check in with him. “Is this okay?”

Tisuran sounded a soothing purr and then went back to his sexy thrumming rumble. “Your touch is a treasure. But you’ll have to forgive my mating shaft and seed sack. I can’t keep them encased if you’re going to touch me like that. I might have perfectstellian,but they don’t.”

She giggled. “I want you to emerge. I want to see and touch.”

“That will—” he began, then stopped and groaned a little when Isla tugged slightly at the edge of the flesh pouch, helping his cock fully emerge.

With her encouragement, the flesh pouch receded rapidly, spilling out his cock and ball into the cool air between them. He was so hot she could see literal steam coming off his skin.

The rapid release caused Tisuran to arch and then pant. “I will hold my pleasure back,” he promised. “But I’ll weep in your fingers if you touch me.”

“Weep what…” she started to ask, then noticed a small bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. Ah, she’d heard Talins had copious amounts of pre-cum. What a nice bonus.

Entranced, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the head of his dick. He jerked slightly but didn’t move otherwise. Sitting back, she relished his flavor. He was musky and slightly salty with a strong flavor of maple.

She wanted more!

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