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7. Heat of Her Own

His warm breath lightly caressed her frozen skin, warming it up slowly as his mouth moved over that tender globe of flesh. Her legs scissor together as she started feeling the heat of a different kind. Not from him, but from herself.

It only took two motions of her thighs, rubbing together for him to catch the scent of arousal. He chuckled darkly, though her reaction pleased him. Innocent as she was, it made her the perfect mate. Soft, pliant and oh... so... tasty. A growl rumbled out of him by the time his lips closed over her other nipple and drew on that pebbled tip. He sucked it, lightly lapping his tongue over the icy nub to warm her flesh.

With her one hand now warmed, he slid further over her; his thigh slipping firmly between hers to force her legs apart. As Farrel moved himself to kneel between those pale limbs, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the syrupy sweet scent that wafted up into his sensitive nose. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he quickly swallowed it back, popping her nipple from his mouth before he reflexively bit into it. She gasped and moaned as his mouth made claim on her various soft parts. She moved under him, her body reacting to everything he did to her. That growl that moved from his throat rippled to her sensitive skin, giving her a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moaned again, her body rubbing against his.

Gentle as could be, he guided her warm fingers down, pressing them around his semi-hard length, then repeated the process with her still icy hand. Her icy fingers made him flinch slightly upon the first contact but it did nothing to dampen his arousal.

Her legs obediently parted for him as he moved between them. Her mind continued to tell her body to relax and allow him to do what he was doing. She knew there would be pain, but she tried to look past that to what was beyond. When he urged her fingers down, she wrapped them around him, her surprise at how big he became.

“You warm your hands on that, healer,” Farrel whispered, then released a low, keening groan when he inhaled her scent again.

“We…we can’t…” she said softly, “we won’t fit…” even though she knew the basics, it was clear she didn’t know the details.

Honestly, how could she know without the experience? Even though she was worried, she did what he told her to do and what she knew he wanted her to do. Her fingers, wrapped firmly around him, moved up and down his hardening length.

Eager to taste her, he licked at his lips while his free hand slid over her soft mons. His fingers dipped in, slipping between her lips to gather a bit of the moisture trickling from her slit. Once the tips were wet, he withdrew his hand, greedily jamming his fingers into his mouth to suck the flavor of her off his skin. She gasped when she felt his hot fingers move down to her woman’s heat. She watched him devour her juices from his fingers, wondering why he would do such a thing.

Her innocent concerns gave him pause when she voiced them. Not so much her worry, but the timid sound of her voice. He drew once more on his fingers, enjoying the flavor of her lust before he moved his hand down to brace himself and push his body off her. Curious more than anything, he glanced down to her working fingers and suppressed a groan. Her pale fingers drifting over his turgid flesh sent a fresh wave of blood pooling into his loins and he hardened under her innocent caresses. She looked up at him as he loomed over her. Emmalyn trembled still not from the cold now, but from fear. She was nervous and unsure, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide that from him. She looked down as he did and saw her fingers hard-pressed to encircle him.

“I’ll fit, pretty little human,” he murmured, rolling his hips forward to slide his hard heat in her hands. “Female bodies are meant for this. They’re meant for worse as well. You can bear children and I dare say, I’m not that large.”

When he pushed forward in her hands, she wanted to let go of him, but she didn’t. She let his velvety flesh move in her hands, sliding easily against her fingers. Her eyes moved up and looked at him.

“I know what happened, but I’m scared.” She said to him, needing to let him know.

“What’s going to happen to me?” She asked him, her bottom lip quivering.

Gently but firmly, he peeled her fingers from his manhood. Her fingers released their captive hold on him. He was so hard, she could only think of the pain that something so large and stiff would cause her. But she had to trust him; she didn’t have a choice anymore. She smiled softly when he kissed her fingers; it was such a tender gesture that helped her relax a bit more, regardless of laying there naked under him.

Her scent was already intoxicating him enough now that his erection was full and ready. If she continued touching him, she would only bring him to a frenzied state far sooner than she could handle. Lifting her hands to his lips, he pressed kisses against the tips of her warmed fingers before releasing her wrists.

“That depends on why you’re asking,” he murmured.

Farrel’s hands slipped along the satin curves of her waist and hips. In one smooth motion, he sat back on his heels, dragging her small body along the tarp and upwards until her shoulders were the only things supporting her; and her delicious slit was at his waiting mouth. She inhaled sharply as he pulled her up his body, her knees hooked on his shoulders and her thighs on either side of his head.

His tongue darted out, snaking between the bald lips of her sex to find her hooded clit. With delicate nudges, he drew that thin sheath back until he could taste the jewel inside. Her hands gripped at the tarp she lay on tightly with her hands as his mouth descended upon her sex. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t this. But she would not complain either. She felt nothing like this before, nothing like what he was giving her and forcing her to feel. She closed her eyes, a soft impassioned moan escaping her lips.

“Hmm... If you are asking what will happen to you now, then I can tell you I plan to take your virginity and fill you up with my seed. If it goes well, I might just make repeat efforts through the rest of the night.”

Chuckling in dark pleasure of the thought, he swept his tongue out again, this time tracing the soft folds of flesh protecting her untouched core. He grazed them tenderly in slow circles, then pressed his lips down, sucking those lovely petals one at a time. When he released her, a satisfied sigh blew hot breath against her moist skin.

“But if you’re asking about your fate with my elders, I have no answer for you. I only know that they will not kill you.”

She listened to him speak of her fate, both for that night and for when they arrived at his home. She didn’t want to be left alone.

“Don’t leave me alone there. Promise me, please…” she begged him.

She was still trembling, afraid of what would happen when they arrived at their destination. Would they force him to let her go? He had been the one to protect her so far. She didn’t want to be there without him.

Farrel’s head lifted only enough to send his bright green gaze down the length of her gorgeous body to her face. He had heard her fear in her voice and it confused him until he saw the fear on her face. Her heart was racing, blood pulsing through her body, giving away her lust along with those erotic sounds that spilled past her lips. Having fear mixed into it made little sense. And she was asking for another promise.

He pondered her request... or at least as carefully as he could. The hot flow of fluids nearly dripped from her now, making the scent of her sweet musk overpower everything else his powerful senses could take in. He struggled with that rational thought, unable to keep from darting quick licks of her juices; tongue dancing around her entry, drifting down further to tickle her rear entrance, then flattened to lick to her clit. Forcing his head back up, he growled softly, licking his lips clean of the remaining dew clinging to them.

“I won’t. I’ll protect you.”

The consequences of his promise were the furthest things from his mind right then. She could have forced him to promise that he would remove his own head and he would have done it. The only problem was that when he made promises, he kept them. They were sacred vows that he rarely give out.

Ah, but she smelled and tasted so good. How could he say no to anything when the memory of her flavor coated his mouth? She was close as well. Close to a pinnacle that would supply him with exactly the feast he was looking for. He could tell by the way her heart thudded and her breath hitched and increased its tempo.

As soon as he gave her his word, she let her fear go. She couldn’t let it control her, have a hold on her. She had to live or die in the fear that threatened to overtake her. Her body relaxed more against him as his tongue danced along her most sensitive area, sending pleasurable shocks through her body. She was panting, her body squirming under him each time his head dipped to take her.

She didn’t know how much more of it she could take. He was doing things to her she had only dreamt of in the middle of the night, things that she often wondered how they would feel. Now that she knew for certain, she knew she wanted more. She wanted to be a woman, no longer the child trapped in that woman’s body. She whimpered, her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side.

Letting loose one lower growl, he buried his face against her delicate sex and thrust his tongue into her virgin opening. He flexed that muscle, flattening it as much as he could against the vice of her muscles then withdrew, lapping back up to her clit to suckle her pulsing nub.

Her legs shook by his head. And, this time, it wasn’t fear or frost that caused her muscles to tremble, but her own mounting release. She wasn’t so innocent that she had never touched herself before, but she had never had someone else take her to that pleasurable point and over the edge.

Emmalyn didn’t have a name to call out or anything. She bit her lip to keep quiet, knowing full well the other could hear them as clearly as a thunderclap. Her hands gripped and pulled hard at the tarp that she was on. Her teeth dug into that tender flesh on her inner lip, slicing it as she kept from trying out.

He was skilled at what he was doing and it took little time for her to be pushed past that line and over the edge and to give into all the wondrous sensations he was supplying her. She finally let go and cried out as her body shuttered and her release came over her. Her body flexed as her back arched, pressing her center against his face.

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