“Eyem ure, it’s okuh.” She smiles and slides her unbound ankle to me.
Leeenuh wants me to touch her, to give us both pleasure.
My skin ripples through several different shades before settling on a deep purple. I gulp down whatever anxiety I have about this situation back into my belly.
“If this is what you wish, I will not deny you such things as my mate.” I try to keep my voice as cool as I can, but my body sings with the prospect of being able to touch her, to help her through her heat.
By the Great Mother’s hand, it would be my honor. My smart little Leeenuh has found a loophole. If we aren’t actually mating, surely I am allowed to touch. This is by her request after all, and all I want to do is make her more comfortable.
Once her ankles are bound, I hop down from the nest platform.
“Are you ready?”
When she nods, I pull gently on the lead rope until her arms raise over her head. I watch her for any signs of discomfort or distress but find none. I continue until her hands can no longer reach the tender parts of her sex. They’ve healed well, but we can’t risk her injuring herself again.
“Comfortable enough?” I ask my little mate as she flexes and tests our system. When she nods, I pull a stool up and sit near the nest. Admiring my work.
Viewing her plush body, I decide I was right. Her breasts are more swollen, their new fullness has my eyes lingering longer than might be considered polite. The way her nipples peak through her thin blue top makes me throb. I wish she had put my mouth on the list of acceptable touches. I want so badly to taste her skin. The smell of it is intoxicating enough.
As she sighs impatiently and fidgets to get comfortable, inspiration suddenly hits me with a great idea.
“Maybe, since touches are okay, I could touch you to bring on your heat, and we could end it sooner?” I ask, my heart in my throat, waiting for her response.
She cocks her head. “Ight bee smart,” she gets out somewhat cautiously and nods. “Is okuh.”
I smile confidently, but I know the shaking of my hand betrays me as I reach up toward her perfect breast. When I place my palm over its warmth, Leeenuh closes her eyes and mewls softly.
“You tell me what feels good, so I’ll know what you actually like before the heat takes hold—tell me what to do if it’s not good for you.”
She nods, arching her chest into my hand. I softly pinch the nipple before trailing my fingers down to the wrap around her waist.
I can smell her cunt readying itself for rutting. My cock jumps when I put my hand on the knot that holds the skirts in place against her hips.
“Can I remove this?” I murmur, not wanting to scare her.
She opens her eyes, boring into my soul with hooded lids, and nods.
When I tug the knot and drop her skirt, it slides down her ample hips and decorated skin. I can’t help but pull her scent greedily into my nose. Her mound, covered with hairuh, shines and drips.
I rub my hands together, afraid that my skin might not match the searing heat I feel coming off her sex. I cup the pink lips of her cunt, hopefully letting her adjust to my touch.
I know I can continue when I feel her weight shift into my palm, as if she’s giving herself to me. I take my middle finger, pulling a bead of her wetness from her opening up across the little knob of flesh that sits at the apex of her slit.
As I trace over the bump with my fingers, she lets out a delicious little moan.
“Good?” I ask her, enjoying this little pleasure button between her legs.
“Fuuc, yis,” she pants. “Moor.”
One brother snakes up over my shoulder and coils around her back, threading under her armpit and settling to massage and grip her breast.
“Kitaico…” she breathes, throwing her head back and sagging against the restraints.
“You are so slick even before the heat, Leeenuh. You need this relief. Let me make you feel good,” I say before testing her depth, dipping my finger into her entrance.
I was right, she would milk my cock so well. The muscles along her inner walls flutter over my single digit. They pulse harder as I add a second finger.
“You’re such a sweet mate, so ready to be rutted,” I whisper, unable to control myself, letting the fantasy of her underneath me eclipse my reality.
“I need to touch myself, Leeenuh. You’re too good, too perfect not to,” I tell her before grabbing myself at the root.
Her eyes open and she stares at my painfully hard cock. The tentacles of my mating crest grasp over my hand and I work my length. Her eyes sear into me as I stroke my length and I slide out of her. My fingers, slick with her juices, find the delicate pearl nestled at the apex of her cunt.
I watch her face intently, allowing myself to be enthralled with the pleasure I’m giving her, that I barely notice the other brother notching himself at her entrance.
Only when she whimpers my name do I realize the brother is already inside her, thrusting into her warm depths.
“You feel so good,” I say. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I swear to the Great Mother that I will.”
She bucks against my hand as my foretentcle pumps into her. Even though I can’t control it, I can feel what he feels. I almost gasp when the rush of wetness slides from her cunt and down the length of the tentacle.
“Down’t ewe daruh staph,” she moans.
With her demands, I know Leeenuh’s heat has officially begun.
As I work her pearl, the muscles inside her grasp at my fingers. Her hips buck faster as she searches for release. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to give it to her.
“What do you need, Leenuh?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying my hardest not to spill before she finds her own pleasure.
