Rille watched her prisoner as her body was laid bare, noting with relish the dilation of his pupils—one of the things she cared for him to have in common with her own species.
She'd always enjoyed knowing how she affected men.
Even if it was never enough.
Walking toward him, she stopped just before their chests touched and placed her fingertips on his arms, directing him to turn away from the bed. Then, keeping her eyes on his, the human slid to the ground, stretching out at his feet like a shadow. Though the flooring was uncomfortably cold, the heat of his gaze raking over her body seemed to warm her skin.
His eyes now were as insatiable as his mouth had been in the shower.
Languorously, Rille reached her arms above her head, observing how his gaze followed her movements. Good, this was what she wanted.
Trailing one hand lightly over the other arm, she traced her own skin, palm to wrist to elbow to neck to shoulder and around the curve of one breast then back up again. This motion she repeated with the other hand, her fingers familiar and featherlight, dawdling over her body.
Kaesso's eyes were like Sirius the dog star, shining brighter than anything else in the room and radiating sexual energy in excess. Slowly he dropped to the ground, his movements measured, placing his palms flat on the ground next to the human's shoulders.
"Don't touch," she commanded, her tone slightly tinged breathless as she touched herself. "Push-ups. Now."
When he growled, Rille could feel it almost as strong as she could hear the noise. But dissidence aside, he complied, supporting his torso with his arms, feet planted firmly just beyond her own. Then he leaned toward her as he began the exercise, and she could almost touch his shoulder with her tongue.
"Good," she murmured as she closed her eyes, leisurely folding her arms above her head as both hands traveled back toward her torso. Gently she followed the path of her muscles until she could grasp the opposite shoulder with each hand. Rille splayed her fingers across her collarbone, one hand on top of the other for a moment just before her back arched and she palmed her breasts.
An involuntary moan slipped between her lips.
"I can't decide if you like it better rough or smooth," the turian said gruffly from above.
Rille kept her eyes closed as her mouth ticked up. "Maybe I just like it, period," she answered saucily. Maintaining an even pace, she massaged her own chest back and forth, pushing the heels of her hands toward each other then pressing her fingertips over her nipples as she pulled back. Her core tightened and her legs clenched, recognizing this precursor.
She could hear him grunt as he continued to lean toward her and away with each push-up. She could feel the brush of air against her hair every time he lifted his body, his head dipping down to watch her ministrations. She could smell her own arousal and knew the scent would be thick in his nostrils.
Shifting the movement of her fingers, the human slid her hands against the rising pink skin of her breasts, trapping her nipples in the spaces of her fingers and pinching each with every passing knead. Her mouth dropped open as she pressed her thighs closed, drawing out this sweet torture.
Kaesso rumbled above her again, "If you're trying to teach me, I learn best by doing." He sounded put out even as wanton lust flushed his tone.
She gasped softly before responding, reveling in the pleasure she felt. "I'm not teaching you how to fuck; I'm teaching you how to fuck me." Rille could feel the natural lubricant emanating from her sex and knew the odor of her arousal would be heavy in the air, especially to the alien's more adept olfactory system. "Smell that?" she asked, trailing one hand down her stomach. "Smell the difference?"
From above, she heard the turian take a deep breath at the top of his stance. It was a moment before he released the air. "Yes," was all he said, as husky as though he were drinking from her lips.
It was enough to make her core twist, hormones dancing within her.
Gasping once more, Rille idly wondered what it was about this race that was so sexy to her. "Humans need lubricant before penetration," she explained, fingers spreading into her wet curls. "You can't just shove your dick in without any foreplay."
Something in the air shifted above her, even as something else lower down changed; Kaesso stilled at the bottom of the push-up position, head bent with his mouth next to her ear. "Is that an invitation now?"
With his body suspended less than a handspan away, the woman could feel the press of his sex against her leg as it inexorably crept up her skin.
She wanted him. She was ready for him.
But she wasn't done teaching him a lesson.
Eyes opening deliberately, Rille slightly turned her head to whisper next to his ear, "You wish."
Then she scooted upward, using her shoulder blades and feet to move until she was halfway out from under him. His gaze followed her face as she traveled, a fire simmering behind his dark irises. When she had enough room, the woman stopped, pulled her right leg out from the space between his arms and rested the back of her knee on his shoulder, tucking her foot back under his waist, and widening the gap between her sexual lips.
Her mouth tipped up into a sensual smile.
His head dipped down toward her, lunging for the source of her scent.
Rille stopped him with her hands. "Nah ah," she chuckled devilishly. "You're not done exercising."
The glare he gave her was likely intended to vaporize her, but it only served to incite her hormones.
As Kaesso began to move again, leaning his body toward her with each downward motion, Rille's leg bent even farther, stretching out the back of her thigh until her knee nearly touched her breast. The sensation was nearly painful, but she welcomed it.
Growing accustomed to the rhythm set by the turian, her hands returned to her body, lightly tracing over her skin. While her right hand twiddled both nipples alternately, her left hand pressed against her sex, fingers sliding against the folds of skin and curls of hair.
Rille threw her head back, spine arching at the touch she'd subconsciously sought, moaning louder than before.
All the man could do was growl in frustration, feeling both aroused by her manual stimulation yet aggravated by her continued refusal for assistance.
With each push-up, Kaesso brought himself into close proximity of her sex and fingers, slick with the juices flowing out of her. Instinctively he pressed himself closer, tongue darting into the air until he was almost crazed with desire.
Rille, on the other hand, had almost lost herself in the pulsing cadence established by her prisoner, plunging her index finger into herself, in and out as he pushed up and down. The silence was broken only by the sound of her breathless excitement and his forced exertion.
A second finger joined the fray and the human gasped sharply, curling the pads of each penetrating appendage against the front wall of her pussy. She tweaked a nipple, her pleasure beginning to be overshadowed by the lack of something.
It still wasn't enough.
Groaning, she lifted her pelvis toward the man, nearly unaware of the movement, consumed by sheer need.
His tongue, already poised between his face plates, gratefully immersed itself into the woman, grating against her sensitive flesh.
Again Rille moaned, hips pulling off the ground to meet each of Kaesso's presses. He leaned into her, trying to force his head around the blockade made by her grip, fingers still sliding in and out quickly.
When her body fell back to the ground on a breathy gasp, the human felt something hard nudge the back of her hand. Without intending to, she withdrew from her pussy and gripped the foreign object, long and curved, thick and tight.
The turian grunted almost musically as she groped his cock, having lengthened out close to his full length.
With a sigh, Rille lifted her hand to press against her partner's chest, her body knowing the lack she felt was about to be filled.
She grunted at an unexpected ache, her arm flashing down to the center of activity. "Ugh," Rille grumbled.
"What?" the man demanded, his eyes quirking up to hers.
Nearly whimpering at the startling pain, she explained through clenched teeth, "Wrong orifice." Quickly she pressed slightly against his penis, bumping him into proper position so his head slipped easily into her pussy.
His sex continued to extend, creeping deeper into her with every push-up. "You have two?" he grunted, confusion serrating the sexual tone of his voice.
"No," she breathed, circling her clitoris slowly, building again the tension into her muscles and body. "Technically I have three." Rille pulled against her breast, elongating one nipple to the point of pain, echoed by the flick of her finger against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex.
Laughing almost inaudibly, Kaesso responded between licks, "You're not supposed to count your mouth."
She opened her eyes and watched him until she caught his gaze. "I'm not," she said hotly, igniting his curiosity. As she raised her pelvis in time with his push-ups, the human took him farther into her body, moaning loudly as she continued to work her clit. She was so close, running full tilt to the top of that precipice of pleasure.
And then she was free, inner muscles clenching as tight as her eyes, enveloping the turian's dick held within her. Rille was diving, flying, coasting from completion back into her body.
He grunted at the astonishing pressure, but she didn't hear.
Eventually her conscious brain began functioning again and sense of feeling returned. Kaesso continued to plunge into her with each up and down motion, but his arms were shaking faintly. She wasn't sure how long she'd lain on the ground, yet he'd never wavered throughout his assigned exercise.
An admirable quality.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the woman stopped him. "Nice job," she offered with a grin.
His mandibles tightened against his face. "That's it? 'Nice job'? Surely it was better than nice," Kaesso sneered, looking up at her from his position above her sex. The smell of her orgasm made him hungry.
And angry.
He hadn't been close, nowhere near it, but the interaction had built his own arousal all the same. She hadn't let him climax, hadn't even helped him. And the only thanks he was to receive was this underwhelming encouragement?
Yes, the turian was angry.
He wanted to fuck her, as hard as he could, as punishment.
Viewing the emotions flashing across his features, Rille realized something was going on behind his heavy-lidded eyes, but she couldn't identify what it was.
No matter.
She was in charge here. And there were still plenty of experiments to be conducted.
"Stand up," the woman commanded, pushing against his armored shoulder. "We're not done yet."
Slowly, Kaesso lowered his knees to the floor and lifted his torso, the head of his cock still embedded in her pussy. He wanted to use the upper ground to his advantage, to ravage her body with his. But he ground his teeth when he saw her watching him. Naked and vulnerable, lying between his legs and beneath him, the human was completely exposed.
Yet, somehow, she was the one wielding the power in the room.
One eyebrow raised as she stared, urging him to obey.
He'd never been a rule follower, but something about her made him want to bend his will to hers.