She crept inside the tent unconcerned that Daryl would be angry with her, silently moving closer to his bed, the smell coming from him beckoning to something deep inside her. Seating herself on the floor at the edge of his cot she finally got to see what made him squirm so much when she touched it.
A thick piece of rigid flesh protruded proudly from a patch of wiry hair between his legs. Small veins peppered the upward curving shaft that lead to a slightly purple bulbous head. Her eyes followed every stroke of his hand, watching as a large droplet of clear liquid wept from a hole in the wide tip.
A fresh wave of the scent she craved hit her hard, making her lean forward as he used his thumb to spread the drop around. She inhaled quietly, her face as close as it could get without actually touching him. Letting out a shaky breath she immediately realized her mistake when he went completely still aside from the organ in his hand giving a sharp twitch.
Daryl could feel the end nearing, his balls drawing up closer to his body, achingly full and heavy from weeks without release, tingling madly while he pictured the girl outside his tent doing this to him. Using another drop of pre-cum to move faster he was about to blow his load when hot breath on his shaft made his hand stop and his cock jerk, demanding he continue.
His eyes shot open to find her mouth so close to his dick that if it weren't for the pointed teeth concealed behind her lips he'd be tempted to push the head against her pillowy opening.
"Git tha fuck out!" he bellowed, snatching his discarded sheet to cover himself.
He didn't know how much embarrassment he could take in one day but sure enough his face was beet red and his heart was pounding harder with every second she didn't move.
Idly looking at his reddening face she wondered exactly when he'd succumbed to the delusion that he was in control, that he held the dominant role. She'd found him, saved him. He belonged to her and he was going to understand that.
Daryl watched as she mounted the cot, a firm foot to his chest laying him back when he attempted to sit up along with a hiss. Her legs rested on either side of his, effectively trapping him beneath the blanket covering his lower limbs.
Taking a fist full of the sheet she yanked it from his hands, baring the object of her interest. When he tried to protest she silenced him with a low rumble and a pointed glare, smacking his hands away before pinning them at his sides with another growl and a show of teeth at his last effort to push her off. 'Mine.'
He'd never been scared and turned on at the same time before, never felt fear and arousal course through his veins in tandem like he did with her atop him, watching her hand slowly snake forward towards his member. She poked it experimentally, retracting her hand quickly when it jumped slightly, cocking her head at it curiously. Deciding to brave the oddity she grabbed it firmly, yanking it this way and that to study it at all angles, making Daryl yelp in pain.
"It aint a joystick take it easy." he snapped, grabbing her wrist and squeezing until she loosened her grip.
A pointed look down at the hand wrapped around hers send it back to the bed next to his side, letting her continue her exploration. When her hand ventured further south and she found his balls she pulled back, yanking his pants down to his knees to get a better look.
"Fer tha love a god be gentle." he pleaded, reluctant to get his nuts crushed if she opted to examine them the same way she had his cock.
Watching her hand reach forward he couldn't stop himself from sending his own down to supervise, not willing to risk letting her have free range with something so sensitive.
When she understood he wasn't stopping her rather than teaching her she didn't protest, allowing his hand to guide hers in cupping his sack, rolling them lightly in her hand. She thought they were ugly, a saggy skin flap containing two spheres that evaded her hold every time she tried to carefully capture one, making Daryl let out a light groan.
Thinking she'd hurt him again she ventured back up to the thing leaking the moisture her body craved. With his hand shadowing hers he showed her how to stroke it, the feeling of someone else touching his dick combined with another breeze of her warm breath across his skin set him off. Spurt after spurt of cum released from his tip up into the air, landing on his lower stomach.
She didn't understand what was happening at first. The shaft got bigger in her hand which was already unable to circle it fully, a throbbing rhythm pulsing out underneath her touch, the hardness wrapped in soft skin twitching and jerking along with his hips while ropes of white liquid shot from the opening. Covering his skin and her hand while he gritted his teeth and emitted a growl that made her own insides twitch.
The scent of his orgasm had her sucking in large gulps of air, unable to get enough of the smell to satisfy her she released his softening member, raising her cum coated hand to her face. Something compelled her to taste it, her tongue darting out to sample the mixture his body produced, finding the flavor appealing and slightly addicting she sucked her fingers of it quickly.
Crouching forward to lap at the copious amounts of spunk puddled across Daryl's lower stomach she felt his fingers sliding through her hair, making her purr while she cleaned him. He watched her through hooded eyes, his heart rate picking up a little when her lips attached to a spot on his hipbone, sucking while her tongue worked at the semen, pulling away to reveal a darkened patch of skin, marking him.
She'd unconsciously been grinding herself against his legs while she was at it, still ignorant to the reaction her body was having to his scent and taste. When she reached his flaccid penis she attended it with more care, lightly licking it clean on all sides before pulling back, sniffing to see if she could spot any more.
Finding none she dismounted the cot, zipping the entrance behind her before laying in her customary spot. Leaving Daryl to lay there in shock and guilt, he felt he'd taken advantage of her in some way even though it was practically rape on her part. While he wasn't one for cuddling or sentimental shows of affection, he had a sense of duty about his female partner getting off too. He supposed that was part of the guilt consuming him but she didn't seem interested in him reciprocating.
'Prolly cause she aint never cum b'fore, don know wut she's missin' out on.' he told himself as he watched her squirm a little outside, her hips rolling as her thighs pressed together tightly.
He drifted off into sleep with thoughts of what a jackass he was for not at least trying to get her off, his last one being that she was probably an untouched virgin too.
The next morning she was still asleep when he woke, most likely from having been up most of the night in sexual frustration. Stepping over her cautiously he set to making them breakfast, dreading the awkwardness that was sure to come when she woke.