Page 37 of Taken to Lemora
“Yeffa. My horns wouldn’t have flaked for anyone else and they’re flaking now. Do you see?”
I reach up and blindly fumble for one of her hands. I yank it off of my right horn and we both look down at her palm between us. There are small black flecks on her skin. I look at them and am reminded of a collision of stars. A collision of ships sailing through space. Then I look up at her face. In all its infinite mass, how incredible is it that these two wrecks can find one another like this?
“And I need you. I need relief,” I choke, desperation making my words blunt and clumsy. Embarrassment rushes up my neck, making the heavy muscles in my throat pull. “I just…I’m not a pleasurer. I will need your guidance.”
I tug on the front of her dress too hard, hand curling without my control. The dress is tailored loosely to her shape, but I can still see down the front and catch sight of straps lacing over her breasts. Undergarments. These must be more of them. I groan.
I don’t know why I find them so arousing. Perhaps because I find them so frustrating in the same measure? They act as barriers preventing my gaze from honing in on what it wants. The only thing I’ve sought out these past solars. Every inch of her bare skin.To see how far the red goes.
“Lemoran horns don’t lie. Theyachefor you. I ache for you everywhere. I can’t stand this, Essmira. Please…tell me you feel…something!Anything.”
And then she kisses me. Her mouth crashes against mine with none of the tenderness I showed her earlier. Instead, her lips part and she bites my bottom lip between her teeth, sucking it into her mouth and sending my mind scattering.
“I can’t believe it. You should have told me sooner,” she says wildly as her arms coil around my neck. She pulls and I follow her down onto the bed, body coming to cover hers. I love the feeling of crushing her into the mattress and I can’t keep any of my weight off of her as I grind my pelvis against her soft stomach.
“The dress,” I snarl.
“Let me…”
But I don’t have patience for her. I grab the collar and tear it down the front seam. Her body comes into view, almost bare, and I’m fairly sure I die in that moment and fall into my greatest dream.
“You…your…thered,” I gasp. My fingers claw at the straps that cross her chest and cup her breasts. I pull and yank at them until they come undone.
A small flicker of pain crosses her face, but she lets me do what I want, so I assume it can’t hurt her that much. I pull and rip until she’s completely naked and sprawled out on the black bedding underneath her. It makes the red in her skin glow vibrantly, like a burning asteroid headed straight for my forehead. I’m undone. I’m going to come.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, both horrified and elated.
Essmira sits up, as if on command, and grabs my cock with both of her hands. The moment I’m clasped firmly in her oily grip, semen explodes out of the tip of my cock and all over her perfect breasts. Her red breasts.
She’s red from breast to the bare, exposed slit between her legs. Like a suit that covers her entire stomach, the red is flawless across her entire mid-section. The brown and the red clash over her hip bones in perfect lines of symmetry. Her hips and legs are brown all the way down to her feet, except for a single red spiral that covers her right leg and not her left, and ends on top of her right foot.
I grab her by the back of the neck and squeeze as I empty myself all over her body…her face, her chin, her lips. “Open,” I tell her and she hesitates, but only for the first instant. Then her jaw unhinges and she licks my cock clean.
“Your tongue,” I groan. She has a Voraxian tongue. It has ridges riding up its center and they feel ohring fantastic against my cock. “Ohr, Essmira. Your tongue feels fantastic.”
I grab her by the sides of her head and close my eyes as I give myself up to the pleasure that this pleasurer knows how to provide. I pull her forward and she brings her hot mouth around my cock while her nails scrape meaningfully over the sensitive skin of my sack, below it.
My twin spurs are pulsing and sensitive, but there’s nowhere for them to latch — they’re meant for her core — but Essmira has a solution for this too and gently massages them with her other hand. She works me all over, fully, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I use her mouth to come not once, but four more times before I finally free her. She swallows my seed down every time and when I pull back, my eyes are hazy and glazed. I can barely focus. All I know is that I want to taste.
I push her back onto the bed and kiss a line down her body. I’m fascinated by her breasts and spend an eternity suckling her dark red nipples. I suck hard and bite and grip her waist and hold her still when she squirms.
“Essmira, you feel so ohring perfect,” I whisper and I wish I’d paid more attention to her response as she whispers, “I’m glad, my Lord.”
Instead, I moan loud enough I’m sure they can hear me in the great hall, but I don’t ohring care. I don’t care about anything except for the scent of rain and Walrey honey coming from between her legs. I fall flat onto my stomach and pump my hips into the mattress as I lick every inch of her red mound. It’s swollen and puffy and tastes like the cosmos. A drug made just for me, and I’m devastated by it. An addict from the start.
I shove one finger inside of her, wanting more of her flavor, but her body tenses and I have a hard time sticking a second digit into her tight wetness. “My cock will fit in here, won’t it, Essmira?” I ask, nervous.
I look up her body and her eyes are closed, her jaw and fists are clenched, she isn’t looking at me at all. I frown. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she whispers tightly.
I lick her seam again, finding the folds she has all fascinating. There’s a little nub at the top of her slit as well that feels soft and smooth under my tongue, but when I suck on it, she releases a small yelp.
“What is it now?”
She’s panting. Not like I’m panting, but panting nonetheless. It doesn’t arouse me though, like I feel it should. It’s like she can’t catch her breath. “It’s sensitive, my soft skin. If touched properly, I can feel immense pleasure through it.”
