“Leelee…” The longing in my voice is so palpable that I’m sure she detects it as well.
Whatever she wants, wherever she leads, I will follow. I am a supplicant at her feet.
With a swift, smooth move, Leelee sits on my lap, her supple legs stretching around either side of my waist. The world around me narrows to a single point as she straddles my lap, her warm body pressed against mine in a way that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins.
“Is this okay?” Lee whispers, her breath teasing against my lips. I can hardly breathe. My eyes drop down to her full lips, and I stifle a groan. A sudden dryness grips my throat, choking any words I want to utter. All I can do is nod, trying to tell her with my eyes that she can do whatever she wants.
She closes in, reducing the space between us to a whisper. The excitement of her tantalizing presence bubbles in the pit of my stomach, a new and thrilling sensation that I find myself craving more of. I hold my breath, waiting, anticipating.
“Can I…” her breath brushes my lips, her words vibrating through me as a shock of electricity, “…kiss you, Ravok?” Those words, scarcely audible, shatter the last of my composure and tear down any semblance of caution I had been holding onto.
But I don’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead, I close the gap, pressing my lips against hers. Our kiss… hits me like a meteor. I’m falling, spiraling into an abyss of unimaginable sensations. I groan against her mouth as my eyelids slide closed. The taste of her lips is sweet, slightly salty, and overwhelmingly Leelee. It storms through my senses, rendering me speechless, thoughtless, and laid bare in a way I’ve never been before. And strangely enough… I don’t mind. I wrap my hands around Leelee’s waist, grasping her tight, unwilling to let go. Wishing I could hold her like this forever.
As my lips press and slide against Leelee’s, a shock of sensations lightning through me. The softness, warmth, and pure femininity of her touch are as tantalizing as they are addicting. It doesn’t take long before I’m lost in her taste, the sweet hint of her scent that is uniquely hers playing against my senses like a melody.
Her lips move against mine and I find myself mimicking her patterns, matching her tempo. Each whimper she releases, each gasp caught between us, guides me. I savor her taste, the small swipes of her tongue teasing against mine, the way she clings and gives. Her sweet submission meets my burgeoning need.
Leelee’s writhing movements against me are torturously delightful. My erection presses urgently against her core, the thin sheet and her clothing the only barriers between us. Each brush of her hips against my hardened length sends a jolt of pleasure through me, pulling a rumbling growl from my chest. Her soft gasps and whimpers ring in my ears like a siren’s call.
Heat and desire build, fueling our shared need for something deeper, something that transcends the mere physical. This is more than touch, it is a connection so intense that I feel undone and reborn – stripped down to my core. I will carry a piece of this moment with me for the rest of my days.
She pulls away from my kiss, leaning back, and I squash the urge to pull her back. I open my heavy eyes, staring at my beautiful Leelee. I drink in her flushed face, her chest heaving in sync with mine. Her soft lips part as she tries to catch her breath. I want to reach out, to rub my thumb along her reddened lips.
As I pull her close once more, Leelee surprises me yet again. With a swift motion, she whisks her shirt off, leaving nothing but delicate white lace covering her skin. I forget to breathe for a moment, entranced by the sight before me.
I gaze at her revealed body, releasing the pent-up breath that had started to burn in my lungs. I am struck afresh by her beauty, swallowing like a male dying of thirst. She glances up at me, pink stealing over her cheekbones. She tucks her hair behind her ear self-consciously and I realize that Leelee is worried I will somehow find her lacking. The thought is so ridiculous that I have a moment where I doubt what I am seeing in her eyes.
“Leelee,” I breathe out. She’s vibrant, fierce, kind, beautiful – every bit an equal adversary and partner. I’m enlightened, no longer held captive by my own species’ narrow vision of conquest but a shared existence. Leelee grins and seems relieved when she sees how affected I am by her.
Swallowing thickly, I reach out with a trembling hand, inching towards a lace-covered breast. Signals from my senses rush to my brain, reaffirming that this isn’t some bizarre hallucination but pure, unfiltered reality. The sight of Leelee, the sensation of touching her, elicits a sense of awe and yearning inside me – to cherish, and a hunger for more.
I cannot mask the lust and curiosity that consume me as my hand rises, moving slowly to cup Leelee’s breast. Its soft, heavy weight in my hand lights my soul on fire. A deep, need-filled groan slips past my lips as I cup her flesh. I can sense the frantic beat of her heart against my palm as I touch her. Her warmth radiates against my palm, wiping away a chill that had previously presided in the very depths of my being, stirring up dormant feelings within me.
Her skin is velvety soft, pliable, almost humming with life. I slowly and gently explore her lace-covered breast. As I brush against her nipple, I feel it peak and harden beneath my touch. I watch in quiet fascination as the expression on her face shifts, the way her eyes blaze as I rub back and forth against this bit of hardened flesh. A soft gasp leaves her mouth. I feel my pulse quicken, my cock hardening even further in response, an unexpected thrill coursing through me that I am able to elicit such a reaction from Leelee with my touch.
A deep, guttural groan escapes from the depths of my being as she arches and presses herself more firmly into my palm. The sensation of her softness is an enticing contrast to the hard musculature of my Cryzor body, yet it sends a wave of warmth pulsating through me. My thumb instinctively brushes across the peak again, exploring the tender flesh beneath my palm as if she were the most extraordinary thing I’ve encountered in my travels. Because she is. Her skin is like heated silk, soft yet resilient, gentle yet demanding.
She reaches out, her fingers curling around my free hand, guiding it up to her other breast. An intoxicating thrill rushes through me at the boldness of her silent request.
“Leelee…” Her name rolls out of me in a rumbling growl, lost somewhere between a whimper and a plea.
Every beat of my heart reverberates through me as I watch the delightful, heated blush painting Leelee’s cheeks cascade down the slender column of her throat. She reaches behind her back and a moment later, her lacy undergarment slips from her body. I blink, watching as the garment drops onto the floor. Her upper body is fully revealed to me, her human fragility in all its enticing beauty. Leelee is luminous in the soft light that highlights her stunning curves I had imagined but never thought I’d see.
By Cryzor’s Might, her breasts are so pale and full, tipped with deeply pink nipples that are stiffening right before my eyes. I clench and unclench my fists as I think about cupping those breasts without the lace between us, of touching them and learning their texture, squeezing them… My cock bobs painfully and I’m sure she can feel my reaction since it is pressed firmly against the apex of her thighs. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and hazy as I return my hands to her body, cupping her breasts, my dark fingers contrasting beautifully against her pale petal-like skin.
She looks at me with such approval in her eyes that it makes me dizzy. Then her eyes slide closed, and a lovely, deep groan slips from her lips. I mirror the sound, the sensation of touching her skin sending ripples of desire and want coursing through me.
My thumbs brush across her hardened nubs. The texture of her nipples has me fascinated and panting in desire. The flush spreading from her cheeks down her throat intensifies. Her body arches into my touch, her hand coming to rest on mine, guiding my movements. The intimate act is new and foreign. But with each stroke, each teasing touch, a strange sense of intuitive understanding fills me. Again, I marvel at how revealing her expressions are. Leelee has always been so easy to read; so, I know that all I need to do, to learn what she enjoys is to just watch her face. She is so open and accessible with her feelings that I know she will guide me. I know nothing of females. But Leelee will show me what to do to please her.
“Ravok,” she murmurs. I stare at her face, at the sweat starting to gather at the edges of her hairline, at the blush deepening across her cheeks. I love how she says my name in her Cularia-sounding voice. Leelee wordlessly cups a breast as if offering it up to me. Her eyes flick from my eyes to my mouth, and she bites her lip in need.
With a groan, I lean forward and take one sweet nipple between my lips. My eyes slide shut as I swirl my tongue over the puckered tip. When Leelee moans low and slides her core up and down my hard length, I see stars behind my eyelids. She cups the back of my head, clutching me to her breast. I suck and lave and lick and nuzzle her breasts as Leelee slides her core, which feels like molten heat, up and down my cloth-covered erection. I wrap an arm around her waist to slow her movements before I end up spilling prematurely. Leelee makes a noise that is half excitement and half frustration.
Grabbing her hips, I control her movements, letting her ride against my length in small jolting increments that make a keening sound slip from her mouth. Leelee slides her hand from the back of my head, cupping my jaw and pulling my lips to hers. She murmurs my name against my mouth, triggering something primal inside me.
I need all of her.
I stand up, cupping my hand under Leelee’s bottom and the other around her waist to keep her pinned to my body. Then I walk us to her bedroom.
The moment the door of Leelee’s bedroom closes behind me, all sounds of the outer world seem to evaporate into a distant murmur, replaced by absolute peace. The air around us is thick with anticipation. I feel a hint of nerves trying to rise in my mind. Leelee is sweet and delicate. The concept of tenderness is foreign to me, but I need to temper my training and instincts to ensure I touch her how she deserves.
As I lay her down on the bed, Mango, Leelee’s animal that I had initially mistaken for livestock, lets out a disgruntled yowl from his position on a plush pillow. His sharp eyes look at me with open distrust. The animal jumps down from the bed and struts over to the now-closed door, his tail swishing behind him. I follow the creature, opening the door for it to leave, grateful when Mango elects to exit the room with a flick of its tail. I re-close the door, ensuring that the creature stays out.
Turning around to face Leelee once more, the sight that greets me sends a shock through me. She is perched on the edge of the bed, working her pants over her hips and down her legs. As the pants pool around her ankles, she’s left clad only in a tiny bit of white lace. My breath stalls in my chest as I take in the sight of her, my instincts buzzing with an odd mixture of shock, lust, and awe.
I have never seen a female in a state of undress before. I have seen training images and videos, of course. But this is nothing like the instructional materials I was provided as a youth. Those images were technical and sterile, but Leelee is before me, live and vibrant.
Leelee’s body is also different from Cryzorian females – there is a certain vulnerability and softness to her, which my hard-structured people lack. Lust races through me, but I also feel a surprising tenderness. An emotion that would be alien among my fellow Cryzorians, but here, with Leelee, it seems right. And with this new perspective dawns a fresh kind of respect, not dictated by supremacy or rank, but by this inexplicable bond I feel with Leelee, the human female who saved my life.
I stare, awestruck and transfixed, as Leelee climbs into the bed, lounging back against her pillows. The thin scrap of white lace encircling her hips disappears between the curves of her shapely thighs. Astonished, I behold this vision with my body shuddering and my cock ready to explode.
My awe must show on my face because Leelee giggles at me and asks, “Do you like what you see?”
Leelee sprawls across the sheets, a soft blanket of colorful patchwork squares beneath her, contrasting against her pale curves. I watch as she pulls her chestnut curls away from her flawless face, splaying them across her pillow. With her eyes closed, she brushes her slender fingers along her jawline, tracing the curve of her throat with an unconscious grace. Mesmerized, I follow the graceful path of Leelee’s delicate hand as it glides downwards, tracing between her breasts. She turns her hand to trace the contours of her waist, emphasizing the flare of her hips. A visible shiver passes through Leelee as she traces her fingers back and forth along the edge of the lace hiding the last bit of her nudity from my eyes.
Arching her back, Leelee stretches like a feline basking in the warmth of the sun, the contours of her body beckoning me with an unspoken invitation. I find myself captivated by this bold display of sensuality. An unfamiliar heat stirs deep within me, a primal instinct so foreign yet magnetic pulls at my restraint. The sight of her ignites a fiery yearning, a sensation I never felt before. Leelee tears through my defenses without even realizing it.
When Leelee opens her eyes and our gazes meet, something primal and potent awakens within me, surging forth as an inarticulate, low growl of raw desire, a sound alien even to my own ears. Leelee bites her lips and gives me a sultry look, one that pulls my feet around the side of the bed and to her side.
