Page 51 of Claimed By the Krijese

“You are not an easy female to say no to.”

“I know, and I’m grateful for the trust you’re putting in me.” Iris caresses my face. “In us. Now, where were we?”

There is a slight hesitation in my movements before I return my hand to beneath her covering and palm her breast. “We were here.”

“Ah, yes. I remember now.”

Since the feel of her chest is familiar to me, I spend time molding her flesh and teasing her hardened nipples. She says they fill with this milk that nourishes kits and I try to imagine what they will look like swollen and perhaps leaking. What does this liquid look like? Taste like? Perhaps, if our god is as merciful as she says hers is, I will one turn find out.

I find myself doing something I have not done in these years Iris speaks of. I say a single prayer to our god for him to keep my mate and any kits we might have safe. It is all I can do.

“Show me what brings you pleasure.”

“Take off your pants.”

I do as she says. Talek has mentioned to my kit that humans are uncomfortable being unclothed in front of others. Krijese do not have such worrisome thoughts. Once I have removed my leg coverings, I lie down. She does not take her eyes from me the whole time. The increasing scent of her arousal hardens my cock painfully, but I must be patient.

Iris tugs her chest covering up and over her head and then releases her breasts from their second covering. Her beaded nipples stand proudly from the center and the color of them reminds me of the blossom of the trendafili bush, but a paler shade. She bends and removes her leg coverings, but pauses at the second covering. Do all humans wear two coverings over portions of their body? If so, what purpose do they serve? Why is one covering not enough?

“No one has seen me naked before,” Iris admits. “I know I look different than a Krijese female.”

I sit up and stroke her cheek like she often does mine. “You look like you are supposed to. Is that not what you told Sorin? However you look is perfect, because you look like Iris.”

She chuckles softly. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“My mate is smart.”

Iris’s smile grows. “After tonight I really will be your mate, won’t I?”

“Aye.”

“I’m glad.”

“As am I.”

There is no more hesitation before she drags down the length of her legs the small, thin second covering. With its removal, her scent is untethered. It fills the tent with its sweet, muskiness fragrance and seed leaks from my cock. The knot at its base also swells, but I will it away. Iris is small and I do not wish to hurt her.

I stare at her face and she watches me in return. She swallows, and her throat bobs with it as she lowers herself to lie at my side.

“Touch me.” She guides her own hand down to between her thighs where a patch of hair a shade darker than that on her head grows. “Here. On this spot.”

I shift my gaze to where she has placed her fingers and then look at my own hand and the claws that decorate it. It is not possible for me to touch her the way she wishes with them. It is too dangerous.

“Kala?” Iris says my name in confusion.

Because I am powerless to her pleas, I part my mouth slit and bite off several of my hand claws all the way to the tip of my finger. It will render me weaker if I am in a battle without them, but the need to feel this part of my mate is great. Now, with fingers nearly as blunt as hers, I place mine where she has instructed. Beneath my flesh is a hard nub similar to her nipples.

“What is this called?” I recall how she touched this place when we pleasured ourselves together and she made a circular motion. I do the same and Iris releases a whimper. At first I think it is a sound of pain, but she clutches my wrist and holds me there as she arches into my touch.

“A clit.”

I let her guide me and I listen to the sounds she makes just as I did when I caressed her breasts. She makes similar ones and I recognize those as the same when she felt the most pleasure. I experiment with my touches on her clit and find the ones she loves the best. Then I repeat each one in different patterns so she does not know which comes next.

“Like this?”

Iris nods her head and her breaths are ragged. “Yes. Like that.”

I grind my pelvis into the furs beneath us, trying to ease the ache in my throbbing cock. It does nothing but increase my pleasure. My mate’s release must come before mine though. Especially as her cunt grows more fragrant with her needy scent and the slick fluid that will ease my way spills from it. Iris will need much more of this wetness if she is going to take me.

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