[He Recites Poetry]

"Red is the rose, in yonder garden grows, Green is the Lilly of the valley, fair is the star that shines down from above, but my love is fairer than any." James recited, as he moved up to kiss Bae on the lips and run his soft hands gently up her ribs and along the sides of her breasts, building anticipation for when he began to truly pleasure her.

"I'm nothing of the Sooort..." she groused when the kiss broke, but ended with a moan as James' tongue found her nipple and gave it a quick flick. "Yes, more of that, please?" She begged, and James was only too happy to oblige...

With obscene sucking sounds and the use of both tongue and fingers James gave Bae her first orgasm just from what he did to her nipples,* and then returned to the kiss as she panted, his hands roving her body hungrily.

*(Beware trying this on a human woman, few indeed are so sensitive there.)

He then crawled back, putting his head between her dusky gray-black thighs and touching her womanhood, (Surrounded by its thicket of silvery pubic hair,) with the tips of his fingers, unfolding her flower still more. The scent was rich and heady, a very sexual scent, and feminine. He approached gently, touching his tongue to her calmly and subtly, just a taste, then a withdrawal. Her flavor was superior too, sweet, tangy, and a bit like venison. He wanted more, so he began lapping at her folds, not touching her clit, (not yet,) but torturing the rest of her quim quite thoroughly...