Page 12 of Pleasured By the Panther
Miranda felt her cheeks getting hot. She wasn’t nearly as perky as she’d been when she was younger. Her breasts were too loose now—too wobbly. She wanted to cover herself, but she forced her arms to stay loose at her sides. If the big Monstrum was going to mock her—or recoil—she wanted to see it.
Instead, he knelt again and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
“Step out of these for me, lovely one. Let me see you completely naked.”
Biting her lip, Miranda did as he asked. And then she was naked before him, all her curves and softness revealed. Her face flamed hot, every insecurity clamoring at once.
God, what must he think of me? I’m too old for him…too fat…too flabby…
But if Korrath thought that, his face certainly didn’t reflect it. His jeweled eyes roved over her, slow and hungry. His nostrils flared as though he was savoring her scent, and his pupils narrowed to slits.
“Gods,” he growled softly. “So beautiful—such lush curves! You are exactly what I’ve dreamed of for years, lovely one.”
Miranda could scarcely believe him.
“Really? I mean, you honestly think that? That I’m, er, pretty?”
“Pretty?” He made a derisive sound. “You are gorgeous. Tempting. Incredibly lush.” He rose to his full height, towering over her. “You are a beautiful Mature Elite, Miranda. Any Monstrum on the Mother Ship would kill to have you.”
His words were almost too much for her to take in.
“My ex-husband hated how I looked,” she blurted before she could stop herself. “He made us keep the lights off. He said he couldn’t…couldn’t stand the sight of me.”
Korrath’s expression darkened, his jaw tight.
“What a fool. How could he have a Mature Elite goddess like yourself and not want to worship your beauty?” He stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles, his fur whisper soft against her skin. “Never doubt yourself, Miranda. You are beautiful.”
Miranda’s throat ached with something she couldn’t quite name.
“You…I…thank you,” she got out at last. “That’s…very kind of you.”
“I am not being kind but truthful,” he growled softly. “Now…” He gestured to the mossy table. “Let’s get you comfortable. I cannot wait to touch you and give you pleasure.”
Miranda couldn’t help the shiver that went down her spine. She loved the soft brush of his silky, dense fur and she could just imagine what it would feel like all over her body.
Though it still felt strange to allow herself to get a naked massage from a huge alien warrior she had never seen before today, she decided to go for it. After all, when was she ever going to get an offer like this again?
She let Korrath help her up onto the strange massage table and lay face down on the soft, glowing surface. She was surprised when the moss reshaped itself—two small openings forming to cradle her breasts as she lay on her stomach. She sank into the surface, which was firm yet yielding, like a mattress of velvet moss, and her breasts hung down through the openings. A slight breeze whispered through the leaves and teased at her bare nipples, making them tight.
“To begin with, let me soothe you,” Korrath murmured. And then she felt his touch on her skin.
His big, warm hands felt like velvet as he rubbed them over her bare back and down her torso. Miranda shivered at the feel of his fur—dense, soft, and silky. He massaged her slowly, his palms spreading heat and pressure, rubbing her without lotion or oil at first—just his fur. Miranda’s skin tingled, every nerve alive under his firm but gentle touch. He slid his palms over her buttocks and down her legs, making her shiver as she felt the soft, silky brush near her inner thighs.
She wondered if the big Monstrum was going to try to part her legs…and she wondered if she ought to let him. The way she was feeling now, she just might…
But just as she was really getting into the massage, it stopped—at least for a moment. She turned her head to see what was happening and watched as Korrath stepped to the side, plucked a heavy, golden fruit from a vine, and crushed it in his hands. Thick oil glistened across his palms, releasing a sharp-sweet fragrance like citrus and cinnamon.
“This is thaliis fruit,” he rumbled, his voice low and intimate. “It is grown for its healing properties. It loosens tight muscles, soothes pain… and brings pleasure when it touches sensitive areas.”
Miranda felt a shiver go through her.
“Sensitive areas? What do you mean by that?”
“I think you know, lovely one. And if you don’t, you will soon find out,” he purred.
Then he went to work on her again.
Miranda sighed and felt herself loosening as he rubbed the fragrant oil into her shoulders, his big fingers digging into her knots. The oil appeared to be self-warming—she could feel its heat seeping into her skin, melting the tension until she moaned softly in pleasure.
