Evolution and Adoration[alien x human][manxman]

CHAPTER 18

Feeling like a nervous schoolboy, Jaydon stood before Nataani and Haloma as Achaana formally announced Courtship between them to his parents.

"I would ask that the ceremony to bind Jaydon and myself be arranged as quickly as is permissible," the Takuskan concluded, bowing to his parents.

"This is acceptable to you, Jaydon?" asked Nataani. "My cinsi, in his ardour to formalise your relationship, is not unduly rushing you?"

"No, no he isn't. I want this as much as Achaana does," Jaydon affirmed, touched that Nataani wanted him to confirm the decision was what both wanted.

"That is good," Nataani said. "As your Primori it is Achaana's duty to tend to your needs. It is not intended as a position that forces their sole decision on you. Decisions must be taken with the knowledge of what you would want or expect. Never fear to tell Achaana anything that you feel is lacking in your life together. A Primori has great responsibility to care for their Secundi."

Jaydon could feel a blush stain his cheeks. It was almost as if Nataani was his father warning a would-be suitor about how to treat his child.

"Thank you," he said. "I have no doubts that Achaana will care for me well."

"It will be my pleasure to care for you for the rest of our lives," Achaana added, touching his intended's upper arm with his true hand. "Would you care to accompany me to the lagoon?" he added. Facing his parents had taken a high emotional toll on Jaydon and he wanted his lover to spend some time relaxing.

"Yes, I would like that," Jaydon smiled.

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Although Jaydon was quite sure that Nataani knew very well what he and Achaana were doing when they went to the lagoon, he never sensed any censure on the part of the older Takuskan. It had become an almost daily ritual. Even moving as swiftly as they could, his marriage to Achaana was still another two weeks away.

He watched as his mate set out a blanket and then stripped off his kilt and sash with a feral grin in Jaydon's direction. Immediately Jaydon removed his own clothing and Achaana settled beside him.

Their touches always started with exploring the contours of one another's faces. Then down across shoulders to trace the outline of collarbones and then the caresses dropped lower and became more sensual and erotic. 

Jaydon groaned softly and arched his back as Achaana lightly pinched his nipples, playing with the nubs of flesh. The Takuskan had quickly learned that Jaydon was sensitive there and enjoyed bringing his young mate pleasure at his touch.

Achaana concentrated on making Jaydon lose himself in pleasure, a task simplified by the responsiveness of his human. He always reacted passionately to Achaana's touch, which in turn fuelled the Takuskan's own desire and arousal. He watched entranced as Jaydon's beautiful espresso eyes closed, the long lashes fluttering against his skin as he gave himself over to the pleasure Achaana freely bestowed. 

His lover was moaning softly, a sound that always made Achaana's ce throb although still hidden within its slit. Smiling, the Takuskan's true hand drifted lower and took hold of his human's rigid penis, eliciting a gasp and thrust from Jaydon, his lower hand slid to fondle the furred pouch. His lover's hips slowly rocked as Achaana began to stroke him. 

The Takuskan moved to use his more muscular legs to spread Jaydon's wider apart and slid over his mate to kneel between the splayed limbs. The sight of his mate pleased Achaana. Jaydon was flushed warm from excitement and he moved without inhibition or embarrassment.

 It thrilled the Takuskan that his lover openly enjoyed the pleasure given by Achaana's hands. His human's dark hair was now long enough to fall over his shoulders. Achaana had requested Jaydon not to cut his hair short again. It was attractive and sensual long and the Takuskan loved to card his fingers through the soft strands.

It was as if Jaydon's body was a finely crafted instrument and Achaana was a virtuoso, playing him like a maestro. The larger male looming over him made him feel protected and cherished. Feelings of love, desire and delight were constantly directed at him. The sinfully talented tongue slipped into his mouth or slithered sensually over his nipples.

 Achaana balanced his weight with his left lower arm, using his right true hand to caress his face or pinch his peaked nubs. His lover's right lower and true hands played with his balls and pumped his shaft.

He arched and moaned as a finger slid between his cheeks to probe gently at his opening. Even if he begged, he knew Achaana would not relent and take him before marriage, the knowledge emphasising that it was more than lust that fuelled the Takuskan's desire. His moan became a soft whimper as the finger pressed against his perineum. He was so close to ecstasy.

His human's writhing made Achaana acutely aware of his own arousal, which was now demanding attention. His ce surged out and he ground it forcefully against Jaydon's furred groin enjoying the feeling of the coarse curls against his slick shaft. It took every ounce of his self-control not to push into his lover and claim him fully, but Achaana was determined that in that respect they would go to bed virgins after their marriage.

He moved so that Jaydon was on top of him. His two lower hands cupped his lover's buttocks. He began squeezing and relaxing, pulling the cheeks apart, teasing the tight aperture, letting Jaydon become comfortable with, and accustomed to, such intimacy in preparation for the day Achaana would fully take him. 

He wanted to replace the memory of unwanted touches to Jaydon's body with desire to be so caressed. The Takuskan moved one true hand between their bodies to encircle both penises. A cry from his mate heralded Achaana's ce vibrating against the his human's aroused organ.

Jaydon had no way of stopping his inexorably approaching zenith when he felt Achaana vibrate against his sensitised shaft. He could feel his imminent climax and was unable to hold it back. A finger pressing against his entrance tipped him over the edge and he cried out as his orgasm seized him. He came in a hot rush, his hips thrusting frantically.

The physical and mental joy of his lover's pleasure was the final catalyst for Achaana and the Takuskan quickly followed his mate. Their semen merged between their bodies, impossible to distinguish between the two, and branded each as belonging to the other. Achaana was unable to resist the primitive urge to bite his mate's exposed neck. He tempered the primal gesture, ensuring Jaydon only received a small bruise as a more prominent display that the human was his.

Jaydon moved enough to kiss Achaana.

"Thank you," he said quietly. He still found himself occasionally overwhelmed by the shared emotions when they made love. There were times he could scarcely believe Achaana loved him as deeply as he loved the Takuskan, but there was no doubting the love and joy that flooded his mind when lovemaking. 

He hoped his emotions could more adequately say what words could not and Achaana responded by hugging him protectively, knowing how much Jaydon enjoyed being held. It made him feel cherished and safe. He nestled closer. He was apprehensive about their upcoming marriage, but it was something he eagerly anticipated, too.