Re: Expanding Horizons, Among Other Things (3/?)
anonymous
October 31 2014, 22:53:02 UTC
The ride to Gaspar’s apartment lasted a good fifteen minutes, most of that time being killed by Gaspar and Morra small-talking and, when the talking got boring, chuckling to themselves. They were both in a combined state of anxiety and anticipation, mixed with skepticism on Morra’s end. As she said before, nothing can beat the endowment of a male krogan, but if Gaspar was offering his own so willingly, why not? Anything is worth trying once.
The pair were undressed just moments after they entered Gaspar’s modest little apartment in the Koiso District. Morra’s traditional krogan robes and the spandex pants she wore underneath were tossed far away with Gaspar’s button-up green shirt and solid black slacks. Their work boots were the only article of clothing that were put away with care, next to his closet.
They stared at each other’s nude figures for a moment, Gaspar leaning over the bed to pull back the covers, not keeping his eye off of Morra’s red-plated, orange-scaled physique. Morra grinned and looked down at what he possessed.
“Like I said,” she remarked, “not known for length.” Gaspar ignored her quip and offered her a space on the bed, which she took falling back. Gaspar climbed on top of her in a clumsy fashion, his colder skin getting warm fast when it came in contact with her warm-blooded body.
“Wait, wait,” she said, holding him up with her hands. “I don’t just jump into it. Show me what the human mouth is good at.” Gaspar got the message easily and smiled as he lowered himself down so his face was between her thighs and his knees on the floor, facing forwards at her moistening snatch, made up of a prominent clit, folds that seemed to go deep and thick outer lips. He pushed his arms under her hard, thick thighs, wrapping around them as he leaned in and gave her a lick.
Morra pulled in a sharp breath and let it go once Gaspar’s single lick turned into full-fledged lapping within seconds. He used his tongue to work and push through the folds of her core, thicker than a human’s, but eliciting the same reaction from the bearer when he licked it. Morra put an arm behind her hump and another onto the back of Gaspar’s head, gripping his curls and pushing him forward to get him to reach deeper. He didn’t disappoint as his tongue wiggled as far as it can go in her depths.
Her moaning became more desperate, devolving into intelligible cries as Gaspar moved his hands from under her thighs and placed them at her dangling feet, rubbing the soles softly as he licked through her wetness. Morra threw her head back and with her eyes clamped shut, convulsed with a single loud whimper, bucking her hips upward as she orgasmed, juices flowing onto Gaspar’s tongue, which was still inside her. She loosened her grip on his hair while lost in the pleasure giving Gaspar the chance to slide down lower and give her right foot a treatment with his mouth as well. Morra was catching her breath as she looked down curiously at the human male sucking her sharp toes.
“No pleasure’s… gonna come from that,” she huffed. Gaspar kept licking at her feet and looked up with an eyeroll.
“To you, maybe not,” he replied, getting back up on his feet, Morra’s leg still in hand. “For me, I like feet. They have the most delicate qualities to them.”
“You humans have the oddest fascinations.” Morra giggled and Gaspar joined in as he went back to running his tongue along her hard soles. For a moment, Morra actually seemed to fall into a pleased feeling as he worked his tongue on her feet. Either he had the most expertly moving tongue or she was starting to lose her cool and become a frail wretch. She was just so glad to finally come after months of no results. She wiggled her toes and flexed her feet in front of him as he kept licking away, switching from one foot the next.
The ride to Gaspar’s apartment lasted a good fifteen minutes, most of that time being killed by Gaspar and Morra small-talking and, when the talking got boring, chuckling to themselves. They were both in a combined state of anxiety and anticipation, mixed with skepticism on Morra’s end. As she said before, nothing can beat the endowment of a male krogan, but if Gaspar was offering his own so willingly, why not? Anything is worth trying once.
The pair were undressed just moments after they entered Gaspar’s modest little apartment in the Koiso District. Morra’s traditional krogan robes and the spandex pants she wore underneath were tossed far away with Gaspar’s button-up green shirt and solid black slacks. Their work boots were the only article of clothing that were put away with care, next to his closet.
They stared at each other’s nude figures for a moment, Gaspar leaning over the bed to pull back the covers, not keeping his eye off of Morra’s red-plated, orange-scaled physique. Morra grinned and looked down at what he possessed.
“Like I said,” she remarked, “not known for length.” Gaspar ignored her quip and offered her a space on the bed, which she took falling back. Gaspar climbed on top of her in a clumsy fashion, his colder skin getting warm fast when it came in contact with her warm-blooded body.
“Wait, wait,” she said, holding him up with her hands. “I don’t just jump into it. Show me what the human mouth is good at.” Gaspar got the message easily and smiled as he lowered himself down so his face was between her thighs and his knees on the floor, facing forwards at her moistening snatch, made up of a prominent clit, folds that seemed to go deep and thick outer lips. He pushed his arms under her hard, thick thighs, wrapping around them as he leaned in and gave her a lick.
Morra pulled in a sharp breath and let it go once Gaspar’s single lick turned into full-fledged lapping within seconds. He used his tongue to work and push through the folds of her core, thicker than a human’s, but eliciting the same reaction from the bearer when he licked it. Morra put an arm behind her hump and another onto the back of Gaspar’s head, gripping his curls and pushing him forward to get him to reach deeper. He didn’t disappoint as his tongue wiggled as far as it can go in her depths.
Her moaning became more desperate, devolving into intelligible cries as Gaspar moved his hands from under her thighs and placed them at her dangling feet, rubbing the soles softly as he licked through her wetness. Morra threw her head back and with her eyes clamped shut, convulsed with a single loud whimper, bucking her hips upward as she orgasmed, juices flowing onto Gaspar’s tongue, which was still inside her. She loosened her grip on his hair while lost in the pleasure giving Gaspar the chance to slide down lower and give her right foot a treatment with his mouth as well. Morra was catching her breath as she looked down curiously at the human male sucking her sharp toes.
“No pleasure’s… gonna come from that,” she huffed. Gaspar kept licking at her feet and looked up with an eyeroll.
“To you, maybe not,” he replied, getting back up on his feet, Morra’s leg still in hand. “For me, I like feet. They have the most delicate qualities to them.”
“You humans have the oddest fascinations.” Morra giggled and Gaspar joined in as he went back to running his tongue along her hard soles. For a moment, Morra actually seemed to fall into a pleased feeling as he worked his tongue on her feet. Either he had the most expertly moving tongue or she was starting to lose her cool and become a frail wretch. She was just so glad to finally come after months of no results. She wiggled her toes and flexed her feet in front of him as he kept licking away, switching from one foot the next.
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