“I cannot imagine a scenario in which I allow you to bloody these hands.” He took her wrists in one hand, easily holding them both, so he could bring her fingers to his lips to gently kiss. He took his time doing it. Adoring each finger individually. She kept her hands limp, letting him maneuver her as he needed to reach every delicate digit.
“Tanin…” She breathed when he finished. “I…”
“This is a bad idea,” he said, releasing her wrists. “I know. I’m your sponsor. My responsibility is to protect you from people like myself.”
She chuckled, turning and putting her arms around his neck as he easily adjusted, taking the opportunity to grab a fistful of that luscious ass. It fit perfectly in his palm. His hands, he figured, would make a great seat for her to rest in as he lifted her up to kiss her more easily.
“So, you’re going to be a good, responsible sponsor and not touch me at all?” She asked, so sweet and innocent, he might think she had no idea the salacious ideas going through his head.
“That would be the smart thing,” he said, his other hand joining the first, getting a full grip of her. Soft and hot. Begging to bounce against his hips as he pounded her from behind. The kind of ass a male could caress as they waited for his cock to soften so he could slip out of her before going again.
“No one has ever accused me of being smart,” she chuckled.
“Maybe they just weren’t paying attention.”
Ah, she blushed. So prettily too. She enjoyed compliments. They were so easy to give. No part of her didn’t beg for them. No part of her didn’t please him in some way. If he were the poetic type, he’d spend a whole day describing to her every part he found beautiful.
But he wasn’t the poetic type. So, he’d rather kiss and suck every part instead. That would probably take much longer and be much more fun for him.
“You really going to just be a good boy and do what the fuzz says?” She asked, eyes gleaming with mischief. He didn’t need to know Earth slang to understand what she was saying. That kind of temptation only lured in the foolish and the brash. Something Tanin had never been, but something that seemed too easily succumbed to now.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he finally said, trying to fight against his fraying will power.
“You’re too bad for a good girl like me?” She asked so sweetly. “But you’re just a humble delivery boy. I’m sure you would never do anything to compromise me. I’m sure you kiss closed mouth, no longer than three seconds. You make love with the lights off, under the covers. Strictly missionary. No crazy positions. You probably wouldn’t even like it if I were to shove your cock all the way down my throat and suck it until you blasted my belly full of-Ee!”
She was laughing as he picked her up. Using his grip on her ass to set her on the console of the practice range. Doing so jostled him, making the precariously hung plasma pistol fall into the range. The practice field buzzed angrily at the dropped weapon. But he ignored the jolting sound as he grabbed her by the neck, jerking her in close. Cutting off her taunting words by capturing her lips. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, silencing her mockery.
She knew what she was doing. She was already anticipating his kiss. Even as she squeaked in surprise, she was already grabbing back at him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to trap his hips with her thighs. Squeezing him close as she returned his kiss.
Bold. Brave. Demanding. A female that new exactly what she wanted and took it. The kind of confidence and determination he couldn’t resist, wrapped in a sweet and soft package that was completely foreign to him.
She tasted carefree. Unbound. Unburdened. She fit against him so well. Molding to his body like she was designed to rest there. Her tongue was so slick and smooth compared to his. She made a sound of surprise when she felt the barbs at the back of his own tongue. She explored them curiously, as he did the same to her. His tongue barbs were cartilaginous, mostly vestigial, and weren’t all that sharp. But he could feel her curiosity as she explored him.
The tongue barbs and the dual fangs to either side of his upper front teeth. Sharp parts of his body. He was only sharp. It was in direct contrast to her softness.
Her tongue was a bit bumpy, but, really, it was just slick and moist and smooth. By the black, even her sharpest teeth were blunted and rounded off. Did she truly have no natural defenses? How could something so helpless be so brave and fearless?
Because she’d never had something to break her. To turn her softness sour and scared.
And she never would, he promised, fingers tightening into her back. He was glad his species didn’t have claws at their fingertips like most. His nails were rounded like hers, though not nearly as thin and delicate. He could cling to her without worry.
Which he did. Crushing her to him as she made a sound of choked delight.
He was lost in her kiss. Her taste. Her warmth. Unsure how he could ever come up for air. What was the next breath compared to her lips? Until one of her fingers started tracing up the back of his neck.
Tanin reacted fast, catching her wrist, stopping her before she could get much higher. Their kiss broken, she blinked at him. Startled by the way he’d suddenly stopped. But he had no choice.
“You’re going to hurt yourself. My quills are sharp.”
“Are they really?” She asked, her smile widening. Like she loved that idea.
“There’s not much of me that isn’t,” he admitted, lowering her hand. Doing so, he showed her the knuckles on his hand. The knuckle claws that he very rarely covered with protective gloves. They were a natural defense that were devastating if they landed across a foe’s bare skin. They were darker gray than his skin, triangularly shaped protrusions pointing off his knuckles. When his fingers were relaxed, they rested against the skin, practically harmless.
But when he made a fist, their points jutted forward. They were sharp and thick, but not particularly long. They didn’t need to be. They gouged rather than stabbed, digging deep divots into anything they struck. Especially flesh. He could punch a male to the bone with one strike. If that was across their face, it would be devastating.
“Knuckle claws,” Garnet smiled like she was enchanted, gently touching one of the dark gray protrusions. “Quills. Little fangs. Even your tongue… You’re all points and sharp edges. Is there any part of you that’s a little more blunted and…hard?”
The way she rotated her hips, pushing forward against him as her thighs clenched, left no doubt as to her implication. And the tone of her voice left no doubt that she was sure the answer would be either yes, there was, or something else equally playful in return.
