as an erotic tool during lovemaking {You are quite expert at this, Salair Ner.} A rrrr rumbled through his muscular chest. {Well, I am quite fond of 'this', as you put it.} She shivered as his fingertips lightly skimmed up and down the back of her arms, accentuating the experience. Then the man purred deeply into her mouth. A long vibration that made her tremble to her toes. Pleasure strokes escalated throughout her body, pulsing and building. He plunged his tongue inside her, but it was–He was doing–What was he doing??? A pleased-purr vibrated through her own throat, surprising her.
{So.}
{So?}
{You are Familiar, after al .} With that he swirled that blazing tongue inside her mouth in such a way as to make waves of pleasure tingles sweep through her, building and building, until she thought she might scratch him up. . . Just so he would. . .
Snow's back arched up off the ground as she reached her first peak; the pulsing ripples dancing over and over her. When she could catch her breath again, she blinked. Had he actually brought her to release?
With just his kiss?
Well, she had experienced something extraordinary; what else could it be?
Her body fought to find some normalcy after the strange onslaught. Familiar males could do such a thing? She had no idea. What else could they–She did not have time to ponder the male Familiar dilemma.
Salair immediately gathered her limp body closer to him, and whispered something in her ear before gently flipping her over onto her stomach.
Into the grass.
Snow tried to turn, cantilevering up on her elbows. The male Familiar held her down securely.
"Salair, whatever are you doing? I want to touch you." He had been right about that–she did want to touch him
"You will, Softcat . But not now."
Snow frowned. What did that mean?
"Know you nothing of our mating rituals?" His deep voice rasped right behind her left ear.
"There-there are more rituals?" She was not sure she liked the sound of that. Certainly, nothing was coming to her instinctively as to what he–It could not be what she was thinking. . . Could it?
" By Aiyah , Salair, you are not actually–You do not really mean to follow the traditional ways of–You cannot be serious!"
He laughed, low and sensual. "We males take great pride in following the ways of our kind, Snow. To be a Familiar's mate, you need first be taken like a Familiar's mate."
No way. No No No.
Snow began to struggle in earnest as she fully comprehended what he was saying. She had no intention of letting her first encounter with a man to be like that! It was untamed .
"Salair, I have changed my mind!"
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, really. And when did you actually entertain this, Kittenfeet? Hmm?" She stopped squirming under him for a second. Kittenfeet ? Come to think on it, she did not anticipate any of this. She certainly did not seek it. How is it then that I am laying face down on the ground with a powerful Familiar draped over me from head to toe, pressing into the curve of my back with more than his good looks? Her nostrils flared. So, this was how it was done! It was already too late. He had mated her! His kind would never be dissuaded at this point.
Or any point, she ruefully acknowledged.
Once they sensed their mates, it was all over. There was no way Salair would stop now.
But he did stop. For a brief moment.
"What are you so apprehensive about?" He whispered coaxingly. "I will give you intense satisfaction, Softcat ." He paused, then added truthfully, "Eventually." That was all Snow had to hear. Shocking herself, she hissed and tried to scratch her way free.
Salair's hold on her was firm.
What was more, she had inflicted absolutely no damage on him.
She was caught, lying beneath him and at his mercy. By Aiyah! Familiar males were entirely too irksome when they mated! And Salair Ner seemed most serious. During their prior conversations, it seemed as though he might be swayed to a few things.
Now it appeared he was resolved in
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