Page 101 of Melinda's Choice

I open the front door of the cabin and usher her in. It is not unlike my own cabin in the mountains in its simplicity, though much smaller in size. The room contains a large bed, a seating area and a small space for food preparation. Beyond that, a door leads to washing facilities. Melinda peruses it curiously. “It’s cute. All the basics we need for our short stay. Is there food?”

“Of course, my lovely. I have taken care of that. Are you hungry?”

She smiles mischievously, “Maybe in a while, but first, I’d like to take a refreshing dip in that pool.”

“I was about to suggest the same thing.”

She takes her bag, which I’ve been holding loosely in my hands, and rummages inside. “Lucky I remembered to pack a swim suit.”

“Err, my darling love. There is no need for such things.”

She looks up, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“This place is entirely private. Nobody and nothing can come near without a warning on my communicator. We are totally alone, so there is no need for any clothing whatsoever.”

“Ah.” She flushes delightfully.

“We are familiar with each other’s naked form, are we not?”

“Yes, I suppose we are.”

“Then take your clothes off, Melinda.”

“You first.”

I smirk. “My pleasure.”

There is not much to disrobe. I simply untie the laces of my loin cloth and throw it on the bed. My cock, already hard, stands tall and proud. Melinda stares at it, her lips parting. Then she resumes her customary self-control and looks into my eyes. “No sex, Kirimor. Not until you can promise to be faithful.”

I so wish I could make that promise here and now, but I cannot. Instead, I say wistfully, “I know, my sweet.” Then I add, “But there is much that we can do, short of having sex.”

She stands, ramrod straight, looking me defiantly in the eyes. “Your tail?”

“My tail, my hands, my mouth. If you will allow me.”

She considers, her breaths coming in and out quickly. “Alright.”

“Take off your clothes, Melinda,” I say gruffly.

In one swift move, she lifts her dress above her head and discards it on the bed, next to my loin cloth. Quickly, she removes her underwear, then stands proud, baring herself to me.

“You are beautiful,” I say, my voice husky.

“So are you. I love looking at you.” She looks towards the pool. “Shall we?”

“Before we go, there is something I wish to give you.” I go to my loin cloth and withdraw a small pouch from the pocket. “I said not long ago that next time you adorn yourself with jewelry on your private parts, it will be mine.”

I take out a new barbell, identical in size to the one I took from her, embedded on either side with a purple colored stone. “Let me put this on you, my love.”

She stares at it, lips trembling, then nods. I kneel before her until her mound is at eye level. “Spread your legs, my lovely.”

She does as I ask. With gentle fingers, I find the hood of her nub and thread the end of the barbell through the small, pierced holes, securing both ends in place. I look at my handywork, pleased with the result. The stones sit proudly above her pleasure nub.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” she whispers.

“There is more,” I say, taking something else out of the pouch. It is a pendant embedded with a row of more purple gemstones. “This goes around you like this.” I thread it around her hips, so the stones lie flat against her womb, then close the clasp.

She looks down at herself. “It’s gorgeous, Kirimor. Thank you. Are these boral crystals?”

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