Human Rights by S.L. Armstrong Page B

have been—and I wasn't as graceful or skilled as Jiat. I made a mess of him and myself, and my embarrassment burned red from my chest to the very tip of my ears. I didn't want to look up because I didn't want to be faced with his disappointment in me.
    "Ewan."
    Slowly, I met his eyes, but there was only lazy satisfaction to be read in them. "Yes?"
    Jiat was purring, drawing me up the length of him, and then he began to lick at my mouth and chin, cleaning up the mess I'd made. "Mmm... that was..." He sighed, a grin on his face. "That was wonderful."
    I smiled, too, relaxing against him. "I was messy."
    "That will lessen with practice." His eyes sparkled. "You would like to practice, right?"
    Now I laughed, nuzzling his shoulder. "Yes. Lots of practice."
    "Well, we have all day and night together, no interruptions. I will make us food, and after we've eaten..." Jiat licked at my throat. "I want to show you a new pleasure."
    I shivered in his arms, already impatient to learn this new pleasure of his. But he eased me back, kissed me again, and then rose, padding off into the house. I could hear sounds in the kitchen, and then the scent of meat cooking. I grinned up at the ceiling, my stomach rumbling and my limbs weak. This, I decided, was the best day of my life.
    I'd fallen asleep after eating the meal Jiat had brought me. A full belly, a sunbeam, and the quiet of the house had made it impossible for me to keep my eyes open. Curled up against the naked, solid form of my lover, I'd let sleep take me. No nightmares haunted my sleep, and I don't remember if I dreamed. It was peaceful. My mind at rest, and Jiat's hand petting me as he read, I napped. I didn't budge until I heard his voice, felt his whiskers teasing my shoulder. I moaned and shifted against the bed, my half-hard cock pressed to the mattress. His rough tongue lapped down my spine, and I sighed.
    "Master," I breathed.
    "No," Jiat said gently. "Jiat. Please, my name, Ewan..."
    Jiat's damp, cool nose brushed over the swell of my ass, and I shivered. "Jiat." I looked over my shoulder and down at him as he urged me to spread my legs. "What are you doing?"
    "I told you, after we ate, I was going to show you something new. Something pleasurable." Jiat's hands cupped each of my ass cheeks and spread me open.
    I blushed brightly as he exposed my hole. "W-What pleasure c-can be had there ?"
    Jiat chuckled. "I think you might be surprised." He dipped his head, and a moment later, I felt his broad, rough tongue sliding between my cheeks.
    I shuddered as the tingling sensation washed over me. Jiat continued to lick, drawing his tongue from the top of my hole all the way down until it brushed against my balls. My cock responded instantly, and my breath came out in ragged sighs. He was right; I was surprised by how good it felt. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't pull my wits together enough to form the words. I think I may have moaned, "More," at some point.
    What that 'more' was, I didn't know. But I trusted Jiat. He had to know. After a while, Jiat sat back and reached for the bedside table. I watched with hazy eyes as he lifted a bottle of amber oil from the drawer. I hadn't seen that bottle before, and when he lifted the cork, the scent of milky almonds filled the room. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply and smiled. I liked that smell. It brought to mind images of safety and motherhood. I wondered briefly if my mother had used almond oil, but then Jiat drizzled the oil over the cleft of my ass and any thought of that vague memory flew apart. I moaned and arched my back a little, exposing more of my hidden places to Jiat. He rubbed his broad finger against my hole, smearing the oil, but he never pressed inward, that claw at the tip both dangerous and deadly.
    "You'll need to help me," Jiat murmured behind me. "I've never been intimate with a Human, and my hands are not fit to do what must be done before we join."
    My heart pounded in my ears as I swallowed against my dry