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A Love So Deep: Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2021-10-05 14:34:56 +0000 UTCThrough the dining area and through the hall Stheera takes me not to her room but mine. “Too many things for you to get into in my room.” She explains. “No offense, but I hardly know you.” No offense was taken, I would have done the same if our roles were reversed.
Once inside my room with the door closed Stheera is all over me! She pins me back against the door and slides her hands up under my shirt and starts to feel the soft flesh of my stomach and sides as she kisses my neck with wanton desire. I let go of her to give her space and lean back to let her have me as she wished.
One of the benefits of their form of communication is that Stheera can talk to me even as her mouth is busy kissing. “Mmm, you taste good.” I prayed she didn’t mean that in a literal carnivorous way. Letting out a lusty breath she sends a warm rush of water to caress across the sensitive flesh, a familiar sensation yet more subtle down here as water mixed with water more gradually than breath into air. As she had done with her fingers earlier I feel the momentary sparkle of electricity fizz over my skin in tiny crackling sparks lighting my senses up and sending heady tingles down through the rest of me.
“Hahhh!” I claw my fingers against the door behind me.
“Mmm.” Kissing up my neck her mouth finds its way to my ear and there she begins nibbling at the fringe using just her lips. Her hips pin mine and she starts to grind into my firm arousal. As her hands continue to explore up under my shirt I arch my back and bring my arms up over my head. There is an electric snap against my earlobe from the tip of Stheera’s tongue as she flicks and licks the supple lobe.
“Ohhhh.”
Her hands find my breasts and I push into them. Her hands are strong and calloused in places, working hands, but so nimble too. Each long finger able to act in unison or independently as Stheera wished. Gently she probes and gropes, feeling the shape and firmness of my tits. Her mouth meanwhile kisses up past my ear and into my hair. She nuzzles into my head and takes a mouthful of my black hair and starts to suck it. I cannot help but smile as it tickles my scalp. No human would do this. She probably thought my hair was similar to Nanea and Ellerie’s head tendrils and that I could feel through it. I hear her chuckle as my drifting hair wafts over her face which makes me smile more.
“Tastes peculiar.” She says as she licks then combs her pointed teeth through my dark mane. Pulling back she comes face to face and gazes into my eyes. One, two, three tender kisses are shared before she whispers. “Touch me. Don’t be afraid.” Her fingertips caress out to dance at the tips of my nipples. “Let me feel your touch.”
Only then do I realize how passive I had been thus far. I had submissive tendencies that often took over when I got caught up in a moment of lust.
I bring my hands down and stroke them down and over Stheera’s obsidian black head. She had no ears, no hair, no cranial bumps or creases, just smooth soft skin.
“Mmm, yes.” She smiles. “That’s it.” She starts to unbutton my shirt.
I pet down her neck then back up along the sides her head. There I find two ear holes. I trace a finger around the barely perceptible ridge that ran around them then continue back up again. My fingers splayed I rub over her scalp and down the back of her neck to her tight sculpted shoulders. Through her tight vest I feel the shifting muscles beneath. From there I feel along her arms, admiring the firm contours of her triceps and biceps and deltoids. God, what a body!
My shirt open Stheera places the pads of her fingers and thumbs high up on my chest and feels down my torso, her gray eyes drinking in my exposed caramel flesh. “Beautifullll.”
I close my eyes a moment just to savor that single word. I knew she was wrong of course, but it was so nice to hear her say it nonetheless. I pull the shirt off of my shoulders and let it drift down to the floor as Stheera’s desirous eyes and gentle hands take it all in. I relish the feel of her touching me. I pull her head closer, down toward my body, and she rewards me with a teasing lap at my aroused nipple. “Hahhhh.” Stheera dips down, nuzzling in she sucks my underboob as at the same time minute sparks flitter across my skin from her fingertips causing every shorthair on my body to rise. “Hohhhhh!” This mixture of tender touch and gentle jolts was a heady combination. Every nerve in my body felt alive, my steel hard erection bucked against its cloth confines. She kisses down my stomach…getting teasingly close to my cock…before licking back up the other side to swirl her long slender tongue around my breast. The tongue reminded me a of a ribbon-like snake’s tongue, though not forked. She jolts me with the strongest snap yet from the tip of her tongue right to the tip of my nip.
“Hah!”
Hooking my hands under her vest at the base of her back I start to pull it up her body. “Wait.” She whispers. Quickly digging into her pocket she pulls a small stack of ring like things from it. It takes me a second to recognize them. Condoms! The packaging was different and who knows what they were made from, but they were absolutely a bundle of rubbers. Mermaids practiced safe sex? Who knew. Like a ninja throwing a shuriken she sends them spinning toward the bed then says. “Go ahead.”
She raises her arms so that I could peel the snug and many pocketed vest up and off of her torso. The body that is revealed is stunning, and thanks to the fact that there was an oval of smoke gray flesh that ran from her clavicle to her lower belly I could actually make out some details. Hardly an ounce of fat could be seen on Stheera’s lean, mean physique, each elegant muscle shaped and defined like that of an elite athlete. Except for a few extra abdominal muscles, Stheera sported a ten pack, and a midsection that could curve and twist more than humans’, her body was otherwise familiar. Her small breasts, no larger than tennis balls, sat a bit closer together on her chest than mine with nipples the same deep inky black as the rest of her body. I feel the knotty muscles of her back, I feel the elegant physique of her front, I feel her breasts and neck and swooping hips, I feel the lips of her wide mouth and the graceful shape of her nose, and all the while she does the same to me. Bathed in just the soft light of the city shining in from beyond the window each of us admire the other for both our differences as well as our similarities, as any pair of curious new lovers would do.
“Beautifullll.”
“Ohhhh.”
We are just about to kiss once more when suddenly Ellerie cries out in desperation from the room above. “OHHH MISTRESS! LET ME CUMMM! PLEEEEASE!!!”
“Ellerie!” Comes the Mistress’ firm tone. “Don’t you…”
“I’M GONNA…OHHHHHHH!!!” The rising tenor of Ellerie’s ecstatic voice told me that she was cumming, permission or no.
“Ellerie!”
“I’m sorryyyy Mistresss….ohhhhh…” Her voice fades into obscurity as their voices lower again.
Stheera and I look at each other…then both start to laugh. I fall into her arms as we share a chuckle at poor Ellerie’s expense. Her laughter still echoing in my mind she embraces me and carries me toward the bed.
