Although revered by our Fi’len cousins, the Andjin have no ceremonial use for the hot springs. But that doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy the warm waters or their supposed healing properties.
I turn left at an ancient stone marker.
“We’re almost there Leeenuh,” I tell the top of her head.
When she looks up, her eyes go wide, and I wonder if she spots she the flying bukkau that reside here. Their muscular bodies and huge maws can be quite the intimidating sight. It sails though the trees, attempting to gather some of the nuite fruit. They’re large and intimidating as they flap their leathery wings overhead.
“Don’t worry Leeenuh, the bukkau don’t find you nearly as tasty as I do.” The words fall from my lips before I can stop myself.
As tasty as I do?
I have always known that I lack subtlety, but this is a new low.
The comment must not bother Leeenuh too much, though, because she chuckles.
Maybe she’s not as put out at the thought of my tongue on her as I thought. My chest burns with the thought of dipping my tongue into her perfect cunt. She could get what she needs from me, and I would love nothing more than to taste her.
My cock swells beneath my wrap, and I flex my ass muscles, trying to get comfortable. I hate wearing anything outside of the capital, especially something as restrictive and itchy as a woven wrap.
I try to focus on something that isn’t Leeenuh, her cunt, the delicious way she smells, or really anything about her at all. Since we’re out of the safety of the nest, I would prefer to keep all the blood near my brain.
The hot springs, although not a popular Andjin destination, aren’t a secret spot. Any Andjin could be there today, and maybe, if our luck is bad, we could run into an exiled male.
But given that the Great Proving is in full swing, they normally stick to the ocean.
I know I am more than capable of protecting Leeenuh from an exile; I am strong, in my prime, and will protect her with my life.
Maybe we’re not so far off from true mates…I wouldn’t die for a stranger, would I?
Leeenuh wrinkles her nose as we approach the water’s edge. They smell interesting compared to the ocean, but nothing I find too offensive.
“I think they smell that way because they’re medicinal. They do have an acquired aroma, though,” I laugh as I set her down on the lip of the pool.
“Ould’t bee urse dan an algae covurd layke, ight?” She chuckles her nonsense words.
“Leeenuh, you are delightful even if I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I say as I slide into the warm waters.
I must be more on edge than I thought, because at the first touch of the heated liquid, my muscles relax. I didn’t know I’d been holding my body so tightly. Has caring for her made me hold on to some unconscious stress?
I lean back, letting my head rest on the rocky edge, relaxing my body for, I suppose, the first time since Leeenuh’s arrival.
I can’t stop myself as I let my gaze trail up Leeenuh’s curves when she removes her wrap skirt and damaged body suit. She’s completely naked as she slowly slips into the pool.
I’ve seen her nude before, touched her naked body. I shouldn’t be shy about the vision of perfection in front of me. But every time I see her little human form, warmth fills me, and I can’t help it when a giddy smile cracks across my face.
She is truly stunning, in a way so alien I never thought it possible. I love every dip and curve of her soft body, especially her breasts. They are much more swollen than an Andjin female’s.
My mouth salivates as I think of what it might be like to take her nipple between my lips. There is no hope of talking my erection down, so I do nothing to hide it. She shimmies over to me, the water making her breasts bob deliciously as she moves.
She settles against my side. Our thighs touch and I twitch, using all my willpower to stop myself from reaching out for her.
“I love the way you feel against me,” I tell her sincerely.
I’m surprised though when she grabs my hand and pulls my arm over her shoulder.
I’m holding my breath as she mutters some of her human words into my skin. The brothers respond to her closeness and slide over her arms.
I ramble, unsure of where this is leading. “Does the water feel good, Leeenuh? I hope it feels better than the shower. That was the whole point of coming—”
My voice sticks in my throat as her hand touches my cock. I don’t move a muscle as she glides her arched fingers down my hard length.
“Leeenuh,” I moan, “what are you doing?”
14
helping hands
Even I’m a little surprised at how comfortable I feel being naked in front of Kitaico. I didn’t think twice about stripping down before I hopped in. Sure, part of it was the fact that the clothes were soaked and cold, but another part of me just feels safe with him.
When I catch his eye, he’s trying his hardest to make sure his gaze is fixed on my face. He’s obviously attempting not to look at my tits, and my nipples ache, remembering his foretentacles on them earlier. His jaw is set, even as I can see his body relax a bit in the heat of the pool.
It’s like we’re in a little jungle grotto, and the way the pool’s water glows an effervescent teal is like something out of a fairy tale.
The sparkling ethereal water is also incredibly translucent, which gives me a perfect view of Kitaico’s alien cock.
A few days ago, I might have tried my best to keep my eyes up, too. The thought of having to acknowledge he was hard in front of me might have even been embarrassing. Now though? After I’ve felt his tentacles pulsating inside me, after him telling me he wants to taste me? It turns me on to see the effect I have on him.
