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"I haven't thanked you properly," she told him gently, walking towards him. "For saving me. Hiding me. Helping me."
He looked discomfited. "There's no need. It was only a matter of time before B'nen-."

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Hoara captured his lips, pressing against him and teasing his mouth with her tongue.

He pulled away, but only enough to pant: "You're tired-."
"No, I'm not." Humour laced her voice.
"Your muscles must be aching-“."
"That's not the only thing that is."
"You-." He looked deep into her eyes. "You...," he whispered.
She saw the battle going on within him, logic battling desire.
"You don't understand." His voice was hoarse.
"I do," she told him. And kissed him again.
It was like a dam burst.
Instead of pushing her away, Toh pulled her close, punishing her for her temerity. Their tongues entwined, a moist battle of exploration, thrusts and stabs. Together, they moved to the bed and tumbled on it. Fingers grabbed for buttons, zips, fastenings, trembling with eagerness. The scent of his perspiration excited Hoara, a musky aroma exuding from his pores. He must not be fully human, a small part of her thought, before she gave herself up to the sensations of being stroked. His hands roamed the chocolate curves of her body. His fingertips, unusually smooth, kneaded her flesh, pulling, rubbing, plucking at her dusky nipples until they hardened to nubs, sending small shocks of cool pleasure through her body.
His tongue explored her mouth, an incredible length caressing her lips, her tongue, inside her, the same way his hands marked her skin, each touch a trail of eroticism that now criss-crossed her body.
Then he was guiding her, sliding her off the bed until she was kneeling, and pushing the front of her body against the side of the mattress. His knees moved between hers, spreading them apart, as he assaulted her from behind. He moved her hair to one side and nuzzled the back of her neck. Hoara moaned and rubbed her breasts against the rough material of the coverlet. Then he moved lower, licking her along her spine, capturing her breasts in his strong hands and pinching the dark tight buds until the breath caught in her throat. She rocked against him, pushing her buttocks against him.
Slowly, he moved his hands down, applying constant pressure. She felt him push against her, front and back, as he roamed over her ribcage and abdomen and finally down to her hips. But even then he was determined to torment her. His hands curved around her mound and down to her legs, now slippery against the juices that glazed her sex with want. He rubbed against the tender flesh of her inner thighs, lifting her weight against his cock until his shaft nestled between the hot cheeks of her buttocks.
"I...want you...," she panted, grabbing at the mattress with trembling hands. "Inside me...please...."
With one hand he parted the lips of her labia while he gently stroked her clitoris to engorged stiffness. She felt his fingers glide between her lips and dip into her vagina and then out, coaxing more lubrication with each caress. Back to the clitoris as it strained against his touch, her sticky wetness amplifying the pleasure he was giving her.
She closed her eyes as she pushed her backside against him, feeling an orgasm build. Closer, closer....
She half-screamed with frustration when he stopped, lifting his hand just as the telltale spasms started their inexorable rhythm. Then, in one smooth movement, he lifted her and thrust himself into her wetness.
Hoara cried out as he filled her. She felt herself stretch to accommodate him, the heat of his body against her back, his breath against her ear. She felt anticipation, as one hand, still damp, snaked up to her breast. She smelt herself on his fingers and groaned. No man had ever aroused her the way this potential criminal was doing.
He nudged at her again with his knees, forcing her to spread her legs even more as she imagined her juices dripping down his shaft, wetting the curls of his groin. Then, as he set up a slow carnal cadence with his hips, his hand captured her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, rubbing her as his other hand was rubbing her nipple. She jerked against him and he paused, then glided down to gather more juice and adorn her engorged sex with it. Hoara could feel her clitoris swell against him and she wantonly pushed herself against his fingers. He rubbed against her then flicked, back and forth while he thrust into her.
Her entire body was captive to the beat Toh had set up, and it grew heavy with desire. She shoved her arms against the bed, driving her body onto him until it felt like he had lengthened and thickened, nudging her womb and setting up a burning throb inside her. This time there was no hesitation.

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It jacknifed into sitting position, then strong hands were grabbing her upper arms, pulling her across the bed. And Heron kissed her.
Its scent was the first thing that assailed her, fresh from a shower and overlaid with the spicy aroma of the dish she had cooked, but also underpinned by Heron's own aroma that was hot and exotic. Its lips burned against hers, forcing them open, demanding acquiescence.
Subah moaned and relaxed her mouth, and Heron's tongue invaded her. It felt wonderful. Not just the taste of it in her mouth or its assertive explorations but, after so long, the feel of another person's flesh pressing against hers.
Heron pulled back.
"I've dreamt of this," it whispered, kissing her on the cheek, "thought of this," it kissed the corner of her lips, "for weeks."

She made herself limp in its arms while Heron moved lower, licking her neck and the taut flesh of her throat, sending shivers through her. Trembling fingers reached for her tunic, tugging it over her head.
"You are beautiful. Your breasts are beautiful," Heron breathed against her shoulder, nipping at her skin. "So smooth and warm."
In contrast, his touch was like an inferno and Subah thought she would burst into flame along the trail of his lips. Now that her breasts were free, she wanted the rest of her body to also be free of its constricting clothing. She made a mewing sound, and must have succeeded in communicating her need because Heron flipped her onto the bed in one practiced move, towering above her for a moment.
"Are you sure you want this?" it asked.
Subah opened her hands, feeling the soft texture of the coverlet beneath her palms.
"Yes."
"So be it."
For all its obvious impatience, Heron was gentle as it eased the trousers from Subah's legs. The material caught at her ankles then, with one more tug, it was free, and she was lying naked, with her legs slightly apart, beneath the hermaphrodite's gaze.
In truth, she was embarrassed. The last person who had seen her like this had been Erdonn and, although she was a fit person, she didn't know what Heron saw through its sharp grey eyes. Would it be disappointed with her unclothed form? Did it perhaps prefer a more slender bed-partner, more sinew and less flesh? Less pulled down by age?
"You're beautiful."
The soft exclamation drifted through the cool air between them and a smile curved Subah's lips. She watched as Heron disrobed with quick economical movements, pausing when it was done, letting her gaze drift down its body.
An hermaphrodite.
Subah hadn't realised until this moment exactly what that meant. She knew that Heron sported wide shoulders beneath its clothing, but they were lean rather than bulky, like the rest of its body. If Subah wanted to describe Heron to another person, she would have thought of it as a pleasure-giving predator, built for grace and movement.