Dark Empathy by Archibald Bradford (inspiring books for teens TXT) 📕

It was plainly obvious that she had no idea what to do next.

“You can spit it out if you don’t like it. Nina doesn’t like it.”

She raised an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly as her tongue shifted his wad around in her mouth.

Her unspoken question was clear.

What did he want her to do with it.

He smiled as he reflected on the tone of their entire encounter, and not for the first time he told a girl exactly what he wanted her to do with a mouthful of his cum.

“Work your tongue around it, taste it.”

He shifted up on to his knees, so that his cock hovered over her mouth, a few dribbles on the tip.

Once she had spent several seconds doing as he asked he told her what he wanted next.

“Now lick the last little bit off of me.”

Again she did as she was told, though her eyes were beginning to water somewhat as the very tip of her tongue swirled around his cockhead and collected more of his seed.

He shifted back and watched her as she once again waited on further instruction.

But he didn’t say anything right away; instead he used two of his fingers to shift the wad on her cheek into her mouth, her lips closing on his digits and her tongue swirling around them to clean them.

“That’s it, suck it all off.” He murmured encouragingly.

A few seconds of her fellating his fingers later and he pulled them free with a sigh.

“Okay. I think that’s about enough of that, don’t you?”

Again it was plain as day to see that whatever he thought was enough was all that mattered to her.

“Go ahead and swallow it all, if you can.”

Her chin dipped twice, once as a nod of acknowledgement, the second time as she worked to swallow the bitter wad of cum in her mouth.

He didn’t miss how her face scrunched up when she did it though, and he had to suppress a smile.

She didn’t like it any more than Nina did.

He lifted himself off of her and stretched his legs, sitting with his knees apart and bent for so long had stiffened him up a bit.

While Escrya watched in bemused silence with one eye, he fetched the washcloths and the bowl of soapy water before returning to the bed.

Though the water was tepid by then, he still took great care in wiping away the evidence of their tryst from her body, starting with her face so she could see properly again.

“Was I… was I good?”

She asked the question with such vulnerability that he didn’t laugh or tease her; instead he leaned in to kiss her.

Unlike their earlier make out session, this kiss was tender and sweet.

When he broke apart he could see her eyes were shining with unspent tears.

“You were, and are, incredible Escrya. That was really special, and I hope that you enjoyed yourself as well.”

“I did, very much.” She said simply.

This time she kissed him.

“I’m glad. To be honest I was pretty nervous when you said you hadn’t… done this before.”

She smiled as he resumed bathing her with the washcloth, his efforts leaving behind clean skin that prickled in the cool air of the room.

“I will cherish the memory of this night for the rest of my life.”

Again she spoke without irony and he couldn’t help but return her heartfelt admission.

“So will I.”

She turned away from him though as he wrung out the washcloth.

“What is it?”

“You know that the act of bathing is very important to my people, to wash me like this… it is something no one has ever done for me, not with this level of intimacy.”

Her eyes were downcast and he had to lift her chin with his fingers to meet his eyes.

“Escrya, tonight was very special to me, I mean that. I don’t know what the future holds, but I want you in my life, even if it is as simply a dear friend, and I know that the others feel the same.”

The tears that were threatening to fall began to do so as she let out a shuddering sob and without another word he held her while she cried.

Chapter 20:Bushwhacked

Rebecca loved sex.

She craved it, just as any Lapine does, and had many lovers and flings over the years.

But sex with Carol was different; it was intense in a way she had never before experienced.

The cherry-haired woman was confident and attentive, but also commanding, dominating even. They had been dating now for a few weeks and she hadn’t eased up in that regard at all.

So it came as no surprise that she had taken charge the previous night and seemed to be perfectly happy never to relinquish that role.

Which was just as well because the enamoured Lapine never wanted her to, swept up in things the way she was.

After another long night of lovemaking the pair had fallen asleep entwined in each other’s arms.

And when morning came, so did they, at least twice.

Now they lay in Rebecca’s narrow bed, naked and sweaty from their exertions as they basked in the afterglow.

Carol was flat on her back, with the Lapine nuzzled up against her side, no room really for them to both fit any other way.

Her head was resting above the human’s breast and her ears flopped over her shoulder, while her hand played over Carol’s stomach, drawing little patterns to amuse herself.

Her exploratory digits found something curious though, which caused her to sit up.

“Wow, this look like it hurt! What happened?”

With concern on her face she trailed her index finger over a large and slightly oval scar below one of Carol’s weighty breasts.

The dark-haired woman’s look turned distant, her