He acted so guarded, his hands twitching up occasionally as she felt his hair, and trying leaning away. He acted as if she intend to yank his dreds out. His body was ridged and his stare was intense. Experimentally, she gently squeezed one of the stand and watched his eyes grow wider. He was being good, but she decided to stop playing with him before he got angry like last time.
She wasn't finished touching him though. She'd leave his hair alone, but there were plenty of other places she wanted to explore. His mouth seemed the next safest thing to touch. Looking into his eyes for permission, he placed her hands on his forehead crest, then slid then down the side of his face. From his cheek bones then, she cautiously brushed the back of her hand on one of his mandibles.
It seemed that she was just as much afraid that he'd hurt her, as he was of her harming him. She was curious though, and he liked the attention. He tried to relax his shoulders as he began to touch his mouth and tusks. They were less sensitive than his dreds. He watched her smile and blush as she prodded him.
When her face leaned closer, his back straightened and he tucked in his mandibles away from her. His mind thought of her biting and breaking his mandibles, but instead, he received one of the most tender touches in his life. Her soft lips just barely pressed over his mandibles, her warm breath lingering on his skin as she leaned away. Her body was buzzing from excitement. However, she was terribly embarrassment, and so she tried to back away.
She grabbed her hand with a speed that made her jump. He pulled her closer and pressed his finger to her lips, then his. Dumala wanted her to do it again. Nichole's cheeks turned a deep red, but she leaned in closer. This time though, she was going to give him a proper kiss.
She used her fingers to spread his mandibles, then pressed her lips to his mouth. Dumala let out a lusty purr, and his mandibles closed on her warm cheeks. He was overwhelmed with pleasure already, and then her fleshy tongue began seeking entrance into his maw. He lowered his jaws, excited by the bumpy feel of her tongue in his mouth. He grabbed her roughly and held her flush against his hot body.
However, Nicole let out a gasp, then a small whimper when he did, so he quickly let her go. When she leaned away, he could see the short red lines on her cheeks. He had gotten overly anxious and his tusks had cut into her skin. He had been nervous about her trying to harm him, but so far, it was only him that had done harm to her. She touched the wounds, wincing as she did.
He started to purr, asking forgiveness, but it seemed he didn't have to. Nicole put her arms around him and kissed him again-cutting his purrs short. He was very careful not to cut her as his mandibles held her face. He securely held her around her back, then stood to carry them into the bed. He laid on top of her in the furs, but careful not to let too much of his weight on her again.
His body hungered to rut with her, to mate her tiny body. It was painful to hold back his rawest, base needs. She didn't seem finished with her inspection of him though. Her palms slid over the small bony points that grew along the bottom of his mandibles, and up the sides of his forehead. He stared down at her green eyes, knowing that he couldn't ravage her like the yautja females.
Every single act during mating would have to be gentle. Nicole flicked her fingers at his black spikes, debating her next move. What she planned on doing would either prompt sex, or anger. Neither option was going to go smoothly. She was pretty damn sure sex with him was going to hurt, at least the first few times. And if he reacted with anger-there was no telling how much he'd hurt her.
Even when he didn't mean to hurt her, he accidentally did, but Nicole was feeling brave. She shoved his shoulder, trying to get him to roll over. Dumala let her struggle under him for a moment, enjoying the sight of her jiggling mammary glands-and, he didn't want her to leave. When she persisted, he laid on his side to let her up. Still, she shoved at him and he pouted, thinking she wanted him out of bed.
When he tried to get up though, she grabbed him. Dumala let her position him on his back with his hands behind his back. He quickly realized where her touches were heading next. Her hand slid down his abs to his hips, and paused. She canabalized her lower lip, making Dumala all the more nervous.
A yautja unable to reproduce was useless in their society, a cripple. It was one of the reasons that females didn't hunt-their ability to create new life was invaluable. Males hunted to prove they were worthy, and if their reproductive organs were injured beyond repair, then they weren't worthy. Dumala had already sired hundreds of pups though, and the handful that had survived so far were now valued members of a clan he no longer belonged in. He had no more desire to continue his bloodline, though he had no desire to sacrifice his manhood to an ooman either.
Still, he wanted to trust her. Dumala closed his eyes, and let her do with him whatever she wished. With him no longer staring at her with dangerous-looking orange eyes, Nicole felt more at ease. She started out by clumsily cupping his groin in her palm like a silly virgin. She was glad he didn't have his eyes open to see the goofy smile that spread to her lips.
Though his body tensed at first, he quickly relaxed and was eager for more. Nicole fumbled to untie the black cloth wrap that concealed him. His cock didn't look too much different from a humans-just bigger, and he was only half hard. She wrapped her hand around it as it grew in size. She stroked it gently at first, but the firmer it got, the more she realized that she was going to need to use two hands.
Her fingers didn't even come close to meeting, but she made tight rings with her index fingers and thumbs as she worked them up and down his shaft. Dumala was exhaling loudly and grunting, so she took that he was enjoying it. She varied between both hands moving up and down at the same time, or moving at opposite directions. She changed up the speed as well, trying to figure out what he liked. She even lightly fondled his testicles every so often.
Dumala had never received such attention. It wasn't unheard of for a yautja female to use her hands on a male, but it certainly wasn't common. The way the ooman was doing it, he couldn't understand why not. When she stared making gentle twisting motions, Dumala groaned with pleasure. Yautjas didn't produce the same precum that humans did, but they did have small pores on each side of their penises that slicked things up.
As her thumb ran over the ridge where the top of his cock met the shaft, her hands were lubricated with his male juices, a sort of precum. His hips tipped upwards, encouraging her. With her palms slick, she could move her hands faster. She tried her best, but he had a lot of stamina, and her hands were cramping up. So she bent down, so very tempted to taste him.
As soon as her tongue slid up the legnth of his shaft, Dumala came unglued. His muscles jerked and he sprang out of bed with a heaving chest. As she considered the tangy flavor left in her mouth, Dumala snarled at her. Blowjobs seemed completely out of the question unfortunately.
Nicole sat back on her heels, waiting for him to calm down and get back in bed. He was rumbling like a dying engine, but after a minute he finally came back to her. He'd made big steps in letting her touch him, so she supposed that it was his turn to touch her. Nicole grabbed his wrists and thrust her palms onto her chest. She tried to encourage him to gently kneed them and then play with her nipples too.
The sensations were making her center tingle and moisten, until he got too rough. Her nipples hardened at his fingertips, but as he squeezed one she let out a sharp yelp of pain. She had to demonstrate how work his hands on them, softly rolling her nipples between his fingers. Dumala was enjoying learning how to pleasure her, until she introduced him to a little external nub between her folds. Yautja females didn't have that, and it freaked him out-which only made her upset.
Nicole used her hand on herself to show him, swirling her fingers over the swelling nub. Dumala cocked his head at her, then backed away when she tried to grab his hand. She tried for several minutes to get his fingers to rub her clit. Finally, when he didn't comply, Nicole wrapped herself in a fur pelt and harshly pointed to the door. Dumala knew what that meant-touch her in the right place or get out.
