Tyr pursues

Chapter 6: Curiosity satisfied


Listening to Tyr, Beka began to feel her vaginal walls clench.

Tyr groaned openly. His eyes had lost focus. His breathing was labored. His hands clenched and unclenched.

All these signs made Beka heighten his pleasure.

Beka's tongue lavished his left foot with attention. Beka reached down his leg and began gently kneading his inner thigh. Tyr’s eyes rolled back in his head.

While her fingers circled the tender flesh of his inner thighs, his breath came in short gasps. Beka’s heart rate increased considerably. His barely audible sighs were battling with her equilibrium.

Part 2 Change over


His upper body tensed. She better go through with this. After a certain point I won’t be able to control myself. "Do what you will, Beka. Drawing it out like this is going to come back to bite you later. If you were thorough in your research, you know what I am referring to about Nietzchean reactions."

As Tyr lay out on the floor, his hair spread out around his head like a halo. He felt the air literally fill his lung in bursts. He let his right leg move to rest on Beka’s parted thighs.

Ensuring she was as aroused as he was, Tyr used his right foot to ascend to her highest heights. He’d be able to regain his concentration if he threw hers off.

"Ooh Bek, mmm." Tyr panted. With the lightest feathery touches, Beka was caressing his left testicle.

His hips jutted forward.


"Grab me now!" Tyr said through clenched teeth. His voice was thick and impatient.

Tyr chose this time to use his ambidextrous talents. He only started what he finished.

With his right toes, Tyr began rubbing the tender flesh covering her quadricep. As her slow ministrations caused tension to build behind his eyes, he chose to arouse her quickly.

'Ooh Beka. Mmm... Damn, I didn’t know drawn out petting would make me feel like this. It’s like slowly losing touch with reality.' Tyr's thoughts rushed past him now in illogical phrases.

Oh the Toes!


Beka changed positions on the edge of the couch so her legs formed straight lines. She inched her body closer to the couch.

Tyr used this moment to test the cove between her thighs to see if she were ready yet. He thrust his well manicured toes into the depths of her sticky canal.

Beka hummed with pleasure. "Tyr?" Her voice held the question: Where are you going with these toes? I know I have never heard of anything close to this.

Tyr’s big toe was about 2 1/2 inches in length approximately 1 inches in diameter. He took his time inserting and withdrawing his big toe.

'Good she is slowing down,' Tyr thought. 'I thought I was going to lose my control before we really got involved with the love making. At the rate she was going before, I had to take her fast and brutally. She wasn’t giving me a choice.'

Breathing out through her mouth, Beka took her hands away from his balls and placed them flat on the couch. Her head fell back so she was looking up at the overhanging slope built into the ceiling where her fitness trainer hung during her workouts. Will he really tie me if he chooses to mate with me?

It was the perfect place for him to do so.

Easing into his unusual exploration of her dampened triangle, Beka sighed. Ambidextrous, huh? Who would have thought feet could tease her this well?

"Tyr look at me." With her eyes twinkling, she thought she’d goad him.

She knew she promised she wouldn’t speak unnecessarily. Yet, she needed him to react. Too much focus ruined things.

"Open your face so I know whether you like my reactions to what you’re doing to me." Beka thought, ‘I’m beginning to like this Nietzchean thing. Why didn’t I try this sooner?’

Gruffly Tyr responded, "A deal is a deal Beka. Do as I say."

Coyly Beka replied, "Why not show me?"

Beka smiled. One sided games are alright. A give and take experience was better.

Tyr did as she asked. She could read his facial expression now.

Beka stretched her limber body so she was closer to the floor with her elbows resting on the couch. He had as much access to her pussette as he wanted. At this angle, she could even reach Tyr’s pole with her hands.

Tyr showed her another talent he possessed: limber appendages. He bent his knees so they lay at right angles to each other but rested flat on the floor.

She was close enough that he could reach her with his hands. He replaced his toes with right hand fingers.

Her face was etched in lines of concentration. "More. I want more contact, Tyr."

Her eyes were glazed over. Her breathing was sporadic at best. The more senses he accessed, the closer she would be to her orgasm.

‘Mmm... Such choices.’ Tyr grinned at his thoughts.

Beka was truly beginning to pant as his left encircled her clitoris. His right forefinger and middle finger curled upwards within her seeping channel.

Finding the right spot


He looked in her face to see if he had found her G spot. He knew he’d found it by the spongy touch of the tissue surrounding it.

He’d also be able to tell if she started babbling inanely.

If she were going to do exactly what he commanded, sheld sld stay silent. But if she had, they would not have gotten this far. Tyr gazed at Beka quizzically.

Tyr sat contemplating what he wanted from her and whether she would comply. Beka rarely ever did as she was told. In a lot of ways, she just was too free spirited to follow directions.

It dawned on him, the more she came, the more submissive she’d become. If the moment seized her, she would go with the wings of her consciousness.

As he sat there thinking throuer ter talents, Beka removed her arms from the couch. His pause gave her the time she needed to come back from the brink of her first orgasm.

She continued finding the soft spots on his leg: behind the knees, yum. He gasped. Then using the tips of her fingernails to drag over the skin of his hamstrings.

Tyr parted his bent legs more to give her better access to his crotch. I’ll let her have her way for now. I will seize the moment when her eyes dilate beyond visual range.

He began furiously rubbing her pearl’s tongue with his left thumb. Back and forth. Up and down.

He concentrated on the hardest part of the clit, where the most blood flowed to fill part of her pleasure center. He was looking for her to have a screaming, heart pounding orgasm.


With the rest of the fingers of his left hand, he lifted the skin that formed a protective hood around her clit. Her clit stuck out prominently now.

He could now see whis his own eyes how aroused she was.

Tyr refocused, 'Blinding orgasm. Her first with me. Mmm...'

Beka massaged both of Tyr thighs with a much firmer grip than before using her entire palm. She felt the tension building behind her eyes.

"I’m...almost there...push me over baby...just push me over." Beka murmured softly.

'Almost there, eh?' Tyr placed his right foot under his right hand. Her pelvis was angled just right to give him just enough access.

He withdrew his middle finger from her pussette to gain more leverage for his thumb to skim over her clit while his forefinger continued rubbing her g spot.

'More, huh? I'll give her more.' Tyr's forehead crinkled with his next move.

He used his right big toe to slide the clear liquid escaping her pussette to circle her next sensitive place: her rectum.

Beka’s hands clenched tight. Her erratic breathing was off the charts. She pushed her shoulder blades in the couch and towards each other.

Her back arched into a flattened V. She widened the distance her knees set apart from one another. Flexing her feet, she felt the first ripple behind her eyes. Her heart was beating fast filling her ears.

She could feel the flutter deep in her stomach rising over her body.

Fireworks


Beka changed positions. "Oh no, I feel like I'm going to pee. Tyr, let me up."

Tyr readjusted his left leg over Beka's outstretched right knee. There was no way he was letting her move much less change the pressure her uretha was feeling. He knew exactly what was going on.

"Beka just breathe baby. Relax, honey. Let the feeling roll over you. It is okay." Tyr further watched her reaction.

Beka lifted herself up by her hands trying to back away from the sensation. "No... This doesn't feel right."

"Don't fight me now, Bek. You are doing just fine."

Tyr could see her color change. First she looked flushed. Then her color deepened. He felt her vaginal walls clench around his forefinger.

Beka felt like something was expanding inside her lower body. The feeling was overwhelming. It rose up within her.

He watched her body arch backwards in a sharp V. He could only make out the following words amidst the streaming moans, "Right there like that. Push it in, Tyr. In and out, baby."

He inserted his big toe in her ass.

Her body convulsed around his fingers. First her thighs became rigid.

Her abdominals flexed afterward. Then her shoulders came straight forward as her head fell back.

"Tyr, I’m cumming." "Ooh god, it is not going to stop."

"I know baby." He watched as a stream of clear fluid ejaculate from her urethra.

He thought, 'Goal reached. She won't ever forget this experience.'

Her frenzied motions combined with this strong musky scent her body was making wreaked havoc on his self control. His curiosity was satisfied. He knew what he wanted to know.

She seized around his finger and toe for several minutes. Leaning forward, he watched the spasms hit her in waves. He stretched even further down to blow on her nipples.

Beka lost count of the waves. Her pleasure was more intense than any orgasm she had before.

Tyr made no move to stop. He was willing to go as long as she kept cumming.

He knew he had never seen her look so beautiful.