"It is done." I put a hand over her clenched fist. I love that she is angry on my behalf—it makes me feel good—but right now I am far more interested in getting her arousal scent in the air again than anything else. "You know what would make him furious?"
"What?" Bee sits up, facing me.
I grin, knowing full well that it makes my expression fearsome. "If we share breath and I make you come."
She tilts her head, studying me. "That would make him angry, yes. But the reason I told you all of this is because…" She clenches a fist over her heart. "The sexual part of me is dead inside. I don't want any sort of sexual relationship. At all. It does nothing for me."
"I understand…but I could make you come," I state again.
Bee's expression flicks with annoyance. "It's my body, and I know what it's capable of. Trust me, you can't."
"I bet I can. I am a champion. I am bred to be the best at all things. Why not pleasuring a female? Just because I have not done it yet doesn't mean that I cannot." When she looks away from me, I put a knuckle under her chin and gently guide her head up, forcing her to make eye contact with me. "I am a fast learner, Bee. Let me try."
She licks her lips, pulling away from me. "And when I stay dead inside?"
"You won't."
"Your arrogance is really irritating, you know that?"
"Arrogance? I see it as truth." I lean in, drinking in her scent. It's changing again, losing the fear-sourness and going back to her regular, pleasant one. She goes still when I move closer, her eyes fluttering shut, and I take that as a good sign. Carefully, I rub my nose against the soft skin at her temple, my hand curving to cup her thigh and holding her against me. "When we talk, your scent changes. I can smell your cunt growing wet when you are near me. Is that scent for me, or is it for one of the guards?"
She shudders when I mention the guards. "Not them."
"Then it is for me," I state, pleased. "And if my presence and my words can make your cunt wet, then surely the rest of me can." I want to rub my face all over her, to bathe in her scent. Kef, she smells so good I want to lick her all over. I drag one tusk through her soft mane, entranced by the scent of it. There's a hint of rain left there, and it just adds to the pleasure of breathing her in. I slide my hand up her back, and she feels so delicate under my grasp. I am clawed and fanged and spiked and dangerous, but she is in my embrace, her scent drifting towards arousal, and I enjoy this moment very, very much.
"Victor," Bee whispers.
"You like words," I murmur. "So we will start with words. Tell me how this sharing of breaths works. This kiss. Explain it to me."
Her breath hitches. "I could probably show you—"
"No, describe it first." I want to hear her say the words, to think about it, because I suspect if I just paw at her, I will be no better off than her mesakkah fool.
Bee's weight shifts on my leg. When she shifts again, I want to ask if she is uncomfortable, but then her arousal scent floods the room. She is squirming, restless, just like me. I bite back a groan of pleasure, keeping my expression neutral. If I tell her how much her scent has changed, she will skitter away, nervous. "Well," she begins, and her voice is husky and warm and delicious. She puts a hand on my chest and gazes at her fingers against my skin. "It is a human custom to show affection. You can kiss a friend or a relative on the cheek, but only lovers kiss on the mouth."
"Do lovers kiss anywhere else?" I ask, because my imagination is full of places I would like to put my mouth.
Bee's face flushes. She nods, her scent increases, and then she bats at my chest lightly. "You're getting ahead of me. We're describing mouth kisses."
"Very well. I shall be quiet so you may teach me."
Her brow goes up and she gives me a wry look. "You're not very good at being quiet."
I lean in. "So far, you are not very good at teaching."
A burst of nervous giggles escapes her, and Bee smiles. My heart feels as if it skips a beat in my chest, and I decide I like her smile even more than her arousal scent. I hunger for her, true, but…I want her to smile at me more than anything. All of the wet, perfumed cunts in the universe mean nothing if Bee is afraid of me. "You keep distracting me," Bee chides. "Hush if you want to learn."
"Consider me hushed."
That smile continues to play around her lips, and she tilts her head, thinking. Her fingers brush over my heart, and it takes everything I have to keep my tail from flicking in response to that light, pleasurable touch. My cock is hard and aching, but I ignore it. Right now, my entire focus is on Bee, and Bee's mouth. Bee's voice. "So when two people decide to take their relationship to the next level…they kiss." Her fingers trace small circles on my skin.
"Go on."
"You're really going to make me describe it, aren't you?"
"I really am." I am loving how she wriggles on my thigh, her expression consternated. "Please, go on."
Bee gives a gusty sigh, tapping a finger on my chest. "Okay, well…you move in close to one another, and you brush lips." She pauses, her gaze going to my mouth, and I wonder what she is thinking when she looks at it. It is not an attractive mouth, I know that. "Sometimes you just rub lips for a while. Or not really rubbing lips. It's more of a graze. A tease. A promise of what's to come. You're testing the waters, feeling each other out. So you press your mouth to the other person's in small, delicate brushes. You let the excitement build."
I remain silent, not wanting to interrupt. Her scent is everywhere, her expression soft as she regards my face.
"Then at some point, one of you starts wanting more." Her voice is a mere whisper, her fingers like brands against my skin as she leans closer to me. Her breath fans against my skin, and our faces are near, but she does not close the gap between us. "You make the kiss a little deeper, a little more intense. You take things to the next level. You brush your tongue against the other person's lips, asking to be let in, and that's when it really becomes…special." She makes a breathless little sound. "Kisses are fine, but it's when you add in tongue that it really becomes pleasurable. It's like you're tasting the other person and teasing them at the same time. Not hard licks, of course. Soft, sensual licks. Slow licks that tell your partner what you'd be like in bed together. A sensual lick that promises other good licks." Her lashes flutter and her gaze goes to my mouth again, her fingers tracing the lines of my pectoral. "Maybe that's not what other people think of when they kiss, but I do. It's about giving pleasure to your partner. Making sure that with every flick of your tongue, every brush of your lips, you're making sure that they're enjoying themselves as much as you are. It's almost like a dance. And if one partner is clumsy, it can ruin everything."
"I would not be clumsy," I promise her. Isn't that what I have wanted all along? To watch and see what pleasures her and repeat that? "So the tongue in the mouth…this is how you come?"
Bee's startled gaze goes to my eyes. "What? N-no, you need more stimulation for that."