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Jake had been surprisingly curious about the sensitivity of his kuru and as you were his yawntu, you were more than happy to educate him, especially today, what with the rain coming down relentlessly from the sky and driving everyone in the Omatikayan village to take shelter in their respective family huts. Plus, with everyone tucked away in their individual kelkus, you could engage your teachings in a much more naked setting. Sitting yourself comfortably upon your mate’s lap, your thighs thrown over his hips and his thick cock pressed deep within your cunt, you rested your thin arms over his shoulders and rubbed your hands up and down the dark braid with a smug smirk spread upon your lips. You watched as his golden orbs rolled and he panted for breath, shuddering as your inner walls greedily clenched down upon his length and your fingers teasingly stroked up and down the length of his neural queue like you would do to his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, “that feels so good.”
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement as you shifted over him, whimpering as you ground down onto his cock and tugged lightly at his kuru. He groaned at the double sensation.
He moved his large hands from your waist, one hand cupping your backside and squeezing firmly while the other brushed teasingly up and over the soft skin of your striped back. As his hand traced back down your spine, his hand wrapped around the base of your tail and he timed it perfectly to tug when you pulled on his neural queue. You both released noises from your throats and you began to rock yourself over him, no longer content to tease. He chuckled as your eagerness and dipped his head, kissing you hungrily, his tongue delving between your lips and tangling with his own.
“Tsaheylu,” he begged, smooching you earnestly. “Please, baby. Wanna feel you.”
You nodded, tightening your legs around his waist as he fervently drove into your warm, wet depths. You pulled on his black braid and had the pink tendrils meet yours, the feeling of Tsaheylu making you whine in pleasure and dig your nails into his muscular back. “Ah, yes, Ma’Jake,” you whined, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Jake grunted, gritting his teeth when he felt your pussy throb around his shaft. He hissed, “F-fu-uck, baby. S’good. S’tight. Pull my queue? Need it.”
You tugged on his kuru, the sharp sting of pleasure echoing through the connection and causing you to cry out and press your heels into the back of his thighs. “Ma’Jake,” you sobbed, the hot coil tightening deep within your belly as he made your pleasure rise higher and higher within you with every plunge of his thick cock deep within your depths. You tugged on his neural queue once more and bright lights burst deep over your eyesight as you felt him climax, falling over the edge of your own orgasm and ripping a wail from your throat. Your body shook with the strength of your finish, your nails digging into his back and your toes curling almost painfully.
As you two cuddled upon your mat, you nipped at his shoulder, whispering, “So, now you know why the kuru is only for parents, infants and lovers.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead in agreement.
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Originally Posted: 25 December 2023
Word Count: 555