Jasmin part 21

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ALDREK

I could die happy right now, smoldered between Jasmin’s small breasts. I want to suck them until the buds are harder, her moans louder, and my lungs empty.

I don’t know how I denied myself this pleasure for so long, but now that I have her in my mouth, it will take a god to rip me away.

I lead us toward the table, where the blankets are folded. My mouth never detaches from her nipple. I lap, addicted to the taste of her skin. Her warmth melts on my tongue, and her clean, perfumed, tight tit tastes distinctively sweet.

I lift her by the hips and seat her atop the blankets. It almost hurts me to release her breast, but I find solace in the sweeter treat that waits for me between her thighs.

I kiss down her belly, and she’s panting as she watches my head lower. I fuss with her clothes, desperate for more of her milky skin. She’s tense but doesn’t interject as I pull her underwear down and reveal the cunt I’ve dreamt of.

Even as I was cage-fought, I was thinking about how I preferred sweating while pounding into her than being in the cage.

Too desperate to get a good look at it, I dive in and flatten my tongue on the soft flesh, licking from bottom to top, unrolling the small folds. Jasmin is trembling under me, and I doubt it has anything to do with the breeze that’s coming through the window. I grip her trembling knees, feeling the energy pulse through her.

I smirk, even with a mouthful of her cunt. I lick faster, her moans getting louder. She’s so wet, I could drink from her forever. The desk is crooked under her, but it doesn’t inconvenience me. I will angle my neck until it cracks if that’s what it takes to taste her release.

My lips graze and suck, mapping her. With every little shriek and twitch, I learn her weaknesses. The tip of my nose gets wet, but I don’t care. Jasmin is buzzing against my tongue. She is so close to release, and I must take her there.

She’s fighting it, her mind probably running. But I’m a determined man.

I flick my tongue furiously up and down that delicious slit, my cock pulsing with raging jealousy. I want to sink into her. Soon, I will have it all.

Her breath hitches, and she cries out as she wriggles beneath me.

That’s it. She has crumbled.

With a final juicy lick, I pick her up and hug her. Her legs wrap around me, pressing her wet cunt against my abdomen. If only I could lower her a few inches…

I can feel her heart pounding and hear her short breath.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

Holy Vella. I can barely recognize my own voice.

“Yes. Thank you.”

She hugs me tighter, and the gesture is almost as sweet as the taste of her sex. I rub her back and inhale her scent. I press a kiss against her cheek, my lips still wet. I’m so thankful to her for trusting me; for sating my thirst for at least a few more days.

I hold her up for many minutes, and she slowly relaxes. She hasn’t spoken yet– and that’s alright with me because I know my Jasmin is shy. Words are not necessary tonight. My tongue has told her cunt all it needs to say. All the desire and love I feel for her.

With a final kiss on her forehead, I help her down and quickly set the bedding. Then I sit on the edge and open my arms for her. Her legs take short, unsure steps toward me, but then she’s on my lap, and all is well.

I lay down and wrap myself around her back. She fits perfectly.

– • –

In the morning, she’s skittish around me. Embarrassed, maybe, but I don’t mention last night's adventure. I want her to get used to pleasure without consequences. She doesn’t owe me anything. If she lets me, I’d eat that cunt every morning and night.

Cuero comes by to collect us. I’m displeased that we’re being separated, but Jasmin promises she’s going to return. She leaves to join a class of females, and Cuero leads me to the male wing, where she lectures fathers of fire. The thought of sitting behind a desk and having a human lecture me on how to woo a woman is ridiculous. The only commands I’d listen to is Jasmin’s.

The mere thought of being in a room with other fathers of fire irritates me. I am a loner, and sharing my territory sounds like a worse punishment than death.

But I promised Jasmin I would try the program. I will keep my word, even if my expectations are low.

I walk into the room with my back straight and my shoulders set. There are ten other men in here, seated and eyeing me.

I go to the back of the room with fists clenched and my back itching to release my wings. It feels like I’m in a fighting cage.

Cuero begins her lesson. She drones on and on about what we can and cannot do.

“And most importantly… I must say this because your kind is infamous for this. You cannot offer your matches gifts in exchange for sex.”

“Then how are we supposed to show our appreciation for them? Sex isn’t free.”

“Prostitution is frowned upon on many parts of Earth, and suggesting it will likely offend your female.”

Sounds of complaints are muttered through the room, and I find myself joining. How could these human men not show appreciation to their females? If I want to give Jasmin a gift after fucking her, then I will. She will be told and shown how precious she is.

I make eye contact with a male seated next to me. He shakes his head and says, “ridiculous.”

I’m shocked that I feel no urge to punch him for bothering me. Instead, I agree with his contempt.

Over the next three days, Jasmin and I clean the cabin. She gushes about all the friends she is making, and my heart pounds with a concerning intensity whenever the pretty human smiles.

I have also been settling in well. Cuero’s lectures get more interesting by the day. Apparently, Jasmin had been teasing me when she told me Earth has hundreds of gods. ‘Cincerella’ is not the goddess of shoes, and ‘The Little Mermaid’ is not the goddess of mutated fish.

The other men were amused by my confusion, but I didn’t hurt anyone. I suppose Jasmin would be proud of me for this. My mutters of disapproval that I shared with one of the males have grown to full sentences. Ottrok greets me sometimes, and so do I. Yesterday, when he saw me chopping wood to make a new table for the cabin, he joined me.

For some reason, this made Jasmin happy. She must think Ottrok and I are friends, but I merely stand his presence. He is not safe from my violence.

I spent that afternoon teaching him and Jasmin a few woodworking tricks. Jasmin never stopped smiling. Seeing my confusion, Ottrok assured me that his match was just as giddily. That was the first chuckle he pulled from me.

Right now, I am dusting away the brand-new table. It’s a fine piece– of course, it is. I am a talented crafstman.

I approach the door when I notice that Jasmin has been gone for a minute. She’s outside, and Ottrok is with her. They stand toward the right, almost hidden from view.

I strain my hearing to listen.

“Yes, it was entertaining.”

“And do you think Aldrek is nice?” Jasmin whispers.

“No. He is curt and unapprochable.”

Jasmin giggles. “Yes, but do you enjoy time with him?”

Ottrok frowns. “I suppose. He has good workmanship and has shown me how to improve my wood crafting. What is this about?”

“Well… I was wondering if you could stop by more often? You know, to keep him company? I think you could be great friends.”

Ottrok shrugs. “I would not mind.”

Ottrok… does not hate or distrust me. It’s a striking observation.

My eyes lock on Jasmin. She is doing this for me. Trying to make me friends. For her silly antics, for her thoughtfulness, I love this human.

“Great! I’ll see you around. You should bring your match next time.”

I rush back into the cabin and pretend like I didn’t hear a thing.

I was messaged that someone plagiarised The General by translating it to Portuguese. I found my book and discovered she plagiarized many others, so I spent the whole day translating her books to English to find the original writers. She's on Dreame and has been monetizing the books. I had fun ruining her little scheme by emailing writers  🥳

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