The unprecedented experience opened Dess’s perception of sensuality. Kelski’s exploration left nothing upon his body untouched by her curious fingers, and little untasted by her warm, plush lips. Dess was compelled to relinquish his usual tight control of his mentality and emotions. It was a surrender that garnered reward behind his imagination. The exchange between the human and kelvic was based in pure physical, in uninhibited questing touch. But the result was multi-faceted and bordered on the metaphysical. Because it was Kelski, Dess let go of expectation and rote categorization. Sensation, emotion and feeling were allowed to simply be experienced, until they were felt in the purest sense. The feeling of comfort and peace mingled with sensual pleasure, pain with what tickled. Each of Kelski’s touches and tastes triggered some form of sensation upon Dess’s skin, and he felt each one without shame or judgment.
The intimacy waxed deeper as Kelski inched closer, there was much skin to skin contact then, their bodies folding together as if an artisan had crafted the contours of their bodies to fit one another like puzzle pieces. The kelvic did not hesitate to test that fit, until he felt the warm dampness of her soft vulva against his hardness and she tested the effect of her fingers upon his nipples. Dess sighed deeply, reveling in the depth of sensation, not hiding the sexual pleasure it elicited, but enjoying it simply as it was, without expectation to go further. He did imagine what it would be like, how he would feel sheathed within her, and Dess anticipated the moment when they would explore that together. It was in the depth of that most sensual contact, that absolute closeness, that he sensed something curious. Within his thoughts, now sodden with the pleasure of their skin on skin endeavor, he found sensations that he swore were not his own. Like taking up a ball of tangled yarn, Dess began to try to separate out the strands, his thoughts, his sensations. He began to find things that were not his.
Kelski spoke, her voice superseding the curious communion he had detected. She spoke of continued sharing, a practice they could continue to foster their unique relationship and the needs they found met in one another. Dess could not have imagined that kind of intimacy as a part of their lives. He had never had anything like it, and he knew he would crave it when they would stop. Something was happening, and Dess had released his usual tight reins to give it liberty. “I want this.” He expressed with blunt honesty. “We can and should do it, I… I like feeling this close to you.” He confessed. “I want to fall asleep with you against me, and wake up the same way.” He added with a small grin. He was amused that Kelski felt it necessary to recommend they wear clothes while in the presence of others, he loved the thought that she would consider not.
Dess sifted again through the cacophony of sensations he was experiencing. Kelski’s intimate touch coaxed Dess to resume his. He ran his hands up Kelski’s calves from her heels, feeling the lean muscles beneath his fingers. A thought came to him, but not as if he spoke it to himself, but as if a wordless whisper in his mind made a suggestion. “…behind my knee…” Dess let his fingers run along the taut tendons at the bend of her knees, then his touch slipped under the soft flesh at the back of Kelski’s knees, and felt the same ticklish sensation she found on his belly. His hand continued along her thigh until her tested the firmness of her buttocks. There too, he felt the pleasure experienced by someone else. Kelski. She liked it…she love it…and him for it.
Dess considered as they continued their leisurely exercise. Much of his concentration was overwhelmed by the slight pivot of Kelski’s pelvis, creating a scintillating feeling where her sex brushed against his shaft. He felt the kelvic’s primal pleasure at the contact, and it paralleled his. Her voice lifted again, close as her mouth nipped at his collarbone, earning her a smile.
She felt it too, felt him. As she thought of him, Dess focused, could sense her feelings about him, the trust, the desires, the affections. Even the echo of her earlier doubts and questions. Dess knew it was not some esoteric experience, certainly nothing humans ever encountered. He knew members of his family who bonded with K’etir kelvics, and some K’etir kelvics themselves. The strange cord forming between he and Kelski had no other explanation than the Bonding.
Dess instinctively drew his hands from around Kelski’s rear up her back, where he drew her even closer to him, shivering at the friction between their cores as they pressed together with more pressure. She said she couldn’t bond, and had no idea what was happening to them, in some form or another. While it was most unexpected, Dess was even more happy. But he wished to handle it carefully. He would not lie to Kelski, but he feared how the fact may affect her, or the blossoming bond.
Dess pressed a kiss to Kelski’s shoulder, then her neck, and finally her cheek. She had sensed his revelation. “To chose one thing above the others is impossible.” Dess answered, then continued. “I feel it to, I mean, I feel you. There is a connection. You feel like I am yours, and I am. You feel like you are mine. I always have thought of you as mine, even if you were mine and I had lost you.” His hands ran along her spine, feeling the rope of muscles that ran along either side. "Does it bother you? That we can feel each other?" He asked, tracing her collarbone with a single finger.
