Human Rights by S.L. Armstrong Page A

my hip, to rest on my thigh. "You, Ewan, are very different. I've fallen in love with you."
    I couldn't help the smile that graced my face. He'd said it. He loved me. I couldn't help but pounce on him, kiss his muzzle and neck and shoulders. "I love you, too," I whispered over his heart. I let my hands wander, touch and learn his body. He was so strong, muscled and thick in so many places. My guard. My protector. Jiat moaned as I circled his nipples with my fingers. This was easy. I mimicked what he had done, scratching my nails over the tight buds. I even pinched them, and he growled, his tail flicking impatiently on the bed. I smiled, bent my head, and drew one between my lips, suckling and licking. The sounds he made! What desire had drained from me during my release surged back, more vicious and demanding than ever. I was hard against his hip, and I could feel him against mine. Slippery. Long. So very, very hot. But as I kissed and licked and nipped over his chest and down his sculpted stomach, I didn't know what to do. Not really. Not beyond licking at him as he had at me.
    Was that all there was? Licking? Biting? Touching? I glanced up at him as I straddled his thighs. "I... I don't know..."
    Jiat's words were warm, soft. "Touch me," he murmured. He took my hand in his and pressed my palm to the slick heat of his cock.
    I looked down and stared. Jiat was shaped oddly. Well, compared to my own cock. For one, it jutted out of a furry pouch, and his balls were covered in his white fur, too. It was strange, but he said I could touch, and so I did. I ran my finger around that area where his bare cock met that furred sheath. Jiat moaned, and a rush of power filled me. I could make him as weak as he made me, and the realization was intoxicating. I traced upward, over the very slick, smooth, pink flesh, and when I came close to the elegantly tapered tip, the texture changed. I rubbed there, just under the head of him, feeling firm, slightly stiff barbs. They weren't prickly or scratchy, but they were so odd! I leaned down and, yes, decorating along the top third of Jiat's cock, just under the head, were soft, pliable barbs of flesh!
    My eyes met his, and I saw amusement mingling with his arousal. "You have little bumps!"
    "The Felines do." Jiat chuckled. "It pleasures the females. Helps us with conception. Do you not like them?"
    I shook my head, smiling. "I love them. I love learning about this part of you." I traced up again, and now I played with the tip of him. Where I was rounded and blunt, he was elongated and pointed. And in the slit there at the peak, beads of slippery, clear fluid gathered. I swiped my finger through the fluid and brought it to my lips, blushing as Jiat watched me. It was musky, thick on my tongue, but not unpleasant. I smiled at him. "So slick," I whispered.
    "Do you like it?"
    I nodded. "Yes."
    "Will you press your lips to me? Lick and suck at me?"
    Jiat didn't order me about, he asked. Most of my life, I'd been forced to always say yes, the option of 'no' never being real. But it was real here. I could say no, and nothing would come of it. But I didn't want to say no. Instead, I leaned in and drew my tongue over him. I had no basis for comparison, no lover in my past that I could draw experience from. Part of me was glad for that.
    When I reached the tip of him, I suckled, licked, and his groans and growls only encouraged me. I threw myself into worshipping Jiat's cock with my mouth. I couldn't suck him too far into my mouth, but I used my hands to touch every inch my mouth couldn't. I didn't give up, even when those clear fluids seemed to become stronger in flavor. It was part of Jiat, and the mewls and moans told me what I did, Jiat liked. His claws scratched at my scalp a little, and then tangled in my hair. Jiat's hips began to rise and fall, shift from side to side, and then he yowled. His cock jerked in my hand, and my mouth flooded with his seed. I was shocked, unprepared—though I shouldn't