“Oh. That’s a good idea. Can I see it?”
She reaches an arm out of the furs and I realize she is naked, and I stop. My mind freezes, transfixed by that pale arm. It is not as if I have not seen D’see in some semblance of undress before. It is not as if I have never seen a female’s body before. Many of the gathered tribe are loose with nudity, and the females are constantly pulling out a teat to feed a kit.
But when I left this hut, D’see was clothed. She undressed because we are about to mate. My sac tightens, drawing up against my body at the thought, and I can feel my cock swelling once more. “You…have removed your leathers.”
She glances down at herself. “Well, yes. We’re going to do this, right? So I thought it might be useful.” Doubt crosses her face. “We are going to do this, right? You haven’t changed your mind?”
“I would be the greatest fool on this beach if I changed my mind,” I admit.
D’see beams at me. She sets the jar aside and then pats the blankets, inviting me over. “Then come sit down.”
I remove my boots and do as she asks, joining her by the fire. When she lifts one corner of the furs, inviting me under, I slide them over my lap, wondering if she has noticed my achingly stiff cock.
She looks at me, her eyes bright. “You seem nervous.”
“I am.”
“Would you feel better if I put clothes back on?”
I glance over at her, and the furs are sliding down her front, revealing a hint of cleavage and the tip of one pert teat. “No. Stay as you are.”
She scoots a little closer to me and her hand brushes my arm. “Would you feel better if you took your clothes off?”
I do not know the answer to that. I suspect if I do, I will lose control like a kit and spray seed everywhere. My cock presses against the leather of my loincloth, reminding me that only a few thin layers separate me from D’see. Even now, I can smell the scent of her body, a slightly musky hint to it that was not there before.
“Okay,” D’see says softly. She leans in and kisses my cheek, her teats brushing against my skin. “How about I undress you instead?”
I give her a panicked look, but the smile she gives me is all confidence. Her fingers brush over my chest and then slowly slide down to my waist. Her gaze flicks to mine, and then she puts her hand deliberately upon my taut loincloth, right over the straining length of my cock.
The breath hisses from between my teeth.
“It’s okay,” D’see says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “We’ll go slow if we need to. We’re just figuring each other out right now, remember?”
Her hand feels like fire against my cock, and when she rubs back and forth, I squeeze my eyes shut with a groan. “D’see…”
“Yes?”
“I will not last very long if you touch me like that.” I give her a look of apology. “My control is…lacking.”
“Oh.” She pauses and then smiles at me. “Well, that’s okay. Should we just get right to it, then?”
“Get right to…mating?” I choke on the word.
She nods and picks up the cream again, holding it out to me. “We can use this on your cock and then you can put it inside me. It doesn’t matter if the first time is really fast. This is all practice, remember?”
With a jerky nod, I take the pot from her. I pull on the ties to my loincloth, feeling foolish as I struggle to take my clothes off while sitting. After a moment, I give up and get to my feet, kicking the leathers off. My cock throbs and aches, the head spilling with pre-cum, and I have to close my eyes and take deep breaths to control myself when I notice her watching me. I do not want to fail her. I want her to be satisfied with her mate.
After several calming breaths, I take the stopper out of the pot and slather my cock liberally with the cream. My hand glides over my shaft and the ridges there in a way that feels far too pleasant, and I have to stop before I jerk myself to release. When I am ready, I look over at D’see again, bracing myself.
Her eyes are wide as she gazes up at me, her expression soft. “You’re very beautiful, O’jek.” She reaches for my leg. “I like looking at you.”
Hot need surges through me at that small touch. To my shame, I bat her hand away—and immediately regret doing so. “I-I cannot—”
“Right. It’s okay.” D’see seems calm, collected. She smiles at me and then lies back on the blankets, peeling the furs away and revealing her body. “Come here.”