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shadows peeked over the edges of her palms, almost as if her breasts looked back at him with as much interest as he gave them. Immediately he wanted to tell her to stop touching herself, but then realized such an action was clearly not taboo in her tribe as it was in his. To his shock, she lifted one breast as she lowered her face, then licked her own nipple!
    His cock, which he thought utterly drained, came slowly back to life. Each caress of her tongue hardened her nipple and his shaft. He couldn’t help but imagine her working her tongue on him down there, no matter how perverse such a thought was.
    She noticed that he hardened. After another quick swipe, she smiled up at him. “Why don’t you try?” She stepped close, offering her breast to him.
    Pushing away the wrongness that swept over him, just as he’d done during their rite when he’d had to kneel and kiss her down there, he lowered his head and ran his tongue over her nipple. He tasted something sweet and marveled at the different textures. Her breast was so soft, but her nipple so hard. She cupped his chin, curling her fingers around his mouth to open it and take the entire nipple within. When he did, she moaned. When he sucked softly, she arched her back and plunged her fingers into his hair, holding his head to her breast.
    Now he understood this was not like what a woman did with a child. She wasn’t feeding him—he was giving her pleasure, and she was greedily taking all he could give. Satisfied they’d come to this understanding, he switched to the other nipple, and then went back and forth, then managed to squeeze them together to take both into his mouth at once. Somehow, the idea that the elders thought this a great wrongness only thrilled him more.
    Bithia murmured encouragement with words he didn’t understand but didn’t need to fully grasp. When he looked up at her face, all he saw was satisfaction. Confidence surged another flow of pleasure across his cock. That was the word she and Viltori both used. Drahka liked the power in the sound of it. Cock sounded strong and hard, just like he was.
    When he leaned away from her breasts, Bithia slipped her hand around the heavy weight of his cock. He opened his mouth to admonish her and then forcefully shut it. She wasn’t going to give to him. She was going to take from him. Telling himself that helped him relax and let her explore.
    Strong fingers traced around the blunt tip, then pulled his foreskin down, exposing the sensitive skin below. Slowly she sank to her knees until her face was close to him, exciting him with her proximity and the heat of her breath.
    “Lovely uncut male.”
    He didn’t understand anything of what she said other than the word “male”, but he didn’t care as she stroked the loose skin up and down, making him so hard he strained as if to leap inside her. Holding himself back was difficult, but he sensed she did not wish to rush. Perhaps before, they’d gone too fast and that was what had displeased her. Even if she drove him mad with her touch, he would wait until she was ready for him to give.
    She continued her journey along the length until she cupped his sac in her palm. Carefully she felt the weight of him, rolling his balls back and forth, her fingertips tracing up and back to a spot of skin that was so sensitive he groaned.
    “You like?” Her whispered question caressed the swollen tip of his cock, sending fire along his flesh.
    Unable to speak, he nodded and grunted, causing her to glance up at him and smile. Parting her lips, she took the very tip of him into her mouth. Shocked, he simply stood and watched as the length of his cock disappeared into her face. He knew what she did was wrong, but her mouth felt so good. Simultaneously, he wanted to step back and stop her, but he also wanted to step forward and thrust into her. Such duality held him immobile.
    Her eyes met his as she pulled back. She rolled her tongue around the tip, then drew him deeper