Odd Coupling by Jaylee Davis Page A

her blue eyes, then she smiled
as if she understood and sank back to lay on the top edge of the
backrest. He growled at the sight of her laid out for his
pleasure.
    “ Is that a happy growl or a
bad one?”
    “ Very happy.”
    He couldn’t silence another one as he
gripped her hips to keep her in place. He held her steady and slid
his cock almost completely out of her sheath and paused. She
uttered a soft moan and attempted to sit. He thrust into her hard,
sinking deep. Bethany gasped and fell back, her eyelids closed
halfway as she watched him. He unhooked her legs from his hips and
repositioned them over his shoulders, freeing him to ride her
harder and faster. He rocked back and forth, slowly building speed
until his shaft pumped piston-like into her hot slick sheath. Her
gasps turned to lusty groans of pleasure as he worked his cock in
and out of her while his hands roamed over her body, exploring her
breasts and teasing her nipples until they hardened into pert
nubs.
    “ Yes, Vren. Oh yes.” She
panted the words, and he knew his efforts pleasured her.
    Her hands covered his, following his
movements. He was ecstatic. Her channel gripped his cock tight,
rippling along his thick length as she neared climax. He was close
to his own release as well. He lifted his heels off the floor and
leaned over to make sure the rough skin at the base of his penis
made contact with her clit, stimulating her more. The position
pushed her legs toward her chest and opened her wider to allow him
sink just a bit deeper. With each thrust, the tip of his cock hit
the bottom of her channel. She was absolutely perfect for
him.
    She screamed his name and her inner
muscles gripped him so firmly he had to force his shaft into her
tight channel. He took a final thrust and came. His roar of
satisfaction echoed off the walls as his cum jetted deep inside
her. Her sheath gripped his cock hungrily and forced him to give up
the final measure of his seed. His hips jerked involuntarily as the
last shots drained him. For a moment, neither one of them moved.
Once her vaginal walls released him, scrotal tendons deep within
his pelvis automatically contracted, withdrawing his semi-relaxed
penis out of her and back into the safety of his pouch. He reached
down and slid the triangular portion of his tapa back into
place.
    Afterward, he gathered her into his
arms and carried her back to the front of the couch. He sat with
her on his lap. Bethany snuggled closer and pressed her cheek
against his chest. He could tell she slept lightly, but she seemed
comfortable in his embrace.
    He nuzzled her hair, taking in her
scent with each breath. He didn’t believe he could ever grow tired
of her fragrant smell. His scent was on her now, distinctive in its
own way. Any male of his species who knew him would recognize it,
and those who didn’t would, at least, detect that a male had been
with her. To his surprise, the idea pleased him, but the fact that
he took any pleasure from smelling his scent on a female troubled
him. Until now, it’d never been important to him.
    He closed his eyes and enjoyed holding
her while he could. He stroked her hair and trailed his fingertips
down her back. She sighed contentedly. The little female did things
to him he didn’t understand. He’d never roared after coupling. Only
mated males reacted that way. She was very unique and very
distracting, he decided. He hoped they’d couple again soon. The
desire to mount her as he would a female of his own species was
almost overpowering.
    His tail twitched to remind him he
needed to shift his weight to ease the pressure. It was a common
problem for all D’Lyrians. Cut off the blood supply or depress a
nerve for too long and their tails would drag on the floor behind
them as they walked until feeling was restored. It was humiliating.
He sat firmly on his at the moment with Bethany’s added weight. He
dropped his head lower to nuzzle her neck and took in her scent.
She shivered as he licked