His claws were much too sharp to be touching such a sensitive area, but she was insisting. With a growl, he tore the grey fur pelt away from her and tossed it to the floor. Then, he placed his hand on her chest to force her to lay back. Dumala positioned himself between her legs, then grabbed her thighs and drug her closer. Her breaths were shallow, nervous and waiting for him to touch her.
He tucked his black claws away from her and began to slide the knuckles of his fingers between her folds. His hand was immediately slick with her juices and her sweet scent of arousal became heightened. With a reluctant grunt, he poked at the little nub near the top that she had been so concerned about. He tried to do what she'd show him, rubbing his knuckles over and around it. He was trying not to hurt her, but didn't realize he was being too gentle.
"Harder." She breathed.
Dumala's cock twitched up at hearing her voice beg him like that. He applied just a bit more pressure, and watched her bodies reaction. Nicole's fingers dig into the pelts under her and she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. Every movement had sparks going off in her body. She rocked her hips against his hand, adding to the pleasure.
He had been reluctant to touch that part of her anatomy. But now, seeing that it was such a powerful erogenous zone, he didn't think he'd ever leave it out again. Her scent made him crave her, made him starve to have her. She softly moaned and pleaded with him, and his cock grew painfully hard. Finally, she reached her hands down to block his.
Panting, she said, "Too much."
Dumala felt proud that he could give her pleasure without even penetrating her. He moved his hands away, but his fingers were still slick with her nectar. Dumala crawled over her, making her feel so small in comparison. For their hips to be aligned, she was staring at his chest instead of his eyes. It wasn't very romantic, but she wrapped her arms around his back, and brought him closer. She closed her eyes as she felt the tip of him brush her entrance.
His muscles coiled and tightened, trying to hold himself back. She was too small. He felt like he was about to try and breed a child. After touching her sex, he was sure that he wasn't going to fit. Her walls would tear, and it would cause her pain.
He was tempted to test it anyway, and sensually rubbed the head of his cock at her soft entrance. He was pretty sure they Oomans gave birth as yautja females did, and so their walls had to be stretchy. He slowly pushed, feeling the resistance. Her arms tightened around him, nails staring to dig in. He didn't want to hurt her.
Dumala backed away, and looked down into her bronze-green eyes. She understood their dilemma. Nicole sighed, and looped her arms around his neck. His body hardly tensed as her hands slid past his dreds. Neither of them seemed like they wanted to move from their current position.
Eventually, Dumala grew curious though and got out of bed to put his wrist controls on. He sat back on the fur pelts then and tapped the buttons as she watched. He looked up the ooman English language. Once he found the word he was looking for, he rehearsed it in his head to a second.
He pointed to the scar across her belly, "How?"
He was prepared to have to look up her alien words, but instead, she shook her head. A gesture was not something he could easily look up. He growled. She crossed her arms. When he poked at her mouth, she leaned away but seemed to get his meaning.
"I don't want to talk about it."
He had to look up every word and try to piece her sentence together, and then the answer was disappointing. He let out a growl, but she just sat up and kissed him. He was getting better with her kisses, and slowly spread his mandibles so that she could reach his mouth. He instantly loved the feel of her fleshy tongue in his mouth, so he decided to try to do it to her. His long, snake-like tongue reached past her teeth but then he really didn't know what to do with his tongue.
Nicole moaned at the slightly spicy taste to his tongue, and that seemed to encourage him. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth and she was loving it. She held him loosely around his neck and dared to squeeze one of his dreds. His body tensed, then shuddered. He let out a rumble, and she thought he was upset with her.
Instead, his powerful arms wrapped around her back and held her closer, so she continued to touch and squeeze his dreds. His skin was getting hotter by the second the more she manhandled his fleshy hair. When his long tongue hit the back of her throat though, she gagged. He quickly flexed his mandibles away from her skin to make sure the tusks didn't scratch her. He timed his head as she leaned away to cough and clear her throat.
He looked down at his wrist controls for a moment and then asked, "Hurt?"
It took Nicole a moment to realize that it was a question, since he didn't put the same inflection on it that a human would, "No, I'm fine."
She waited for him to translate the words, then as soon as he looked back up, she grabbed for his dreds. She was finally learning that they were a sort of erogenous zone for him, and that's why he was afraid she'd damage them earlier. She was gentle with them, but fisted her hands around several strands and squeezed. Dumala's purrs turned into deep, revving hums and she could smell the strong musk coming off of him again. His mouth covered hers, and he slowly leaned her back into the silky furs.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him closer. Her hands were in his sensitive hair, coaxing him to breed her. Her eyes were just the slightest bit dilated, meaning that she was willingly taking in his musk and eager to mate. His cock was throbbing, aching to be buried in her center. Dumala couldn't hold out any longer.
He growled with satisfaction as he urged his cock inside her tight channel. Nicole made a painful gasp, and arched her back as she shoved at his shoulder. He thrust his cock further into her tight heat, feeling more resistance than he'd even expected. She whined and clamped her legs tight on his hips, trying to keep him from going further. Her passage was softer then the yautja females, tighter, and the best thing he'd ever felt.
Nicole was in pain though, and begged, "Stop."
A refusal from a female was absolute. Nicole whimpered as he slid out of her. She cringed as her fingers felt between her legs and came back with a bit of blood. She was small, even for an ooman, and he was considered well hung even for his species. He purred to calm her, but she did but seem angry at him for it.
Instead, she said, "I can still try to please you."
He was reluctant to make her use her hands on him, and he certainly didn't want her mouth anywhere near his groin still. When he declined though, she insisted on something else. Nicole had him lay on his stomach, then she began to massage him. She slid her hands up the sides of his spine. She kneaded his muscles, from his feet to his neck, until all off his tension was released.
When her hands were cramping up, she laid on top of his warm body, "Did you like that?"
He didn't bother to move, to translate her words. He gave a soft purr though, and she figured that answered her question anyway.
When Dumala went back home, he couldn't stop thinking about her kisses, the massages, all of it. He decided that there had to be a better way to approach mating. Painkillers would dull pleasure, but maybe lubricant would be enough to ease his way inside her. Dumala started looking around his house for something that could safely be used as a lubricant, but got sidetracked. His drawers, shelves, storage bins, and even his floors were covered with electronic parts and pieces.
He could easily make a translator for her out of what he had. He had the skill and the equipment needed. Then, he'd just need to download her language into it and program it right. It was a small and delicate piece of programming though, and would take a few days for him to finish. As he got to work, Dumala realized that he could probably have it completed before the formal banquet was held.
