Darla froze. He was staring between her legs. The urge to close them was strong but she stayed still.
“I’ve read announcements from Vivian.”
“Who?”
“The first female mated to a Veslor.” He hesitated. “Are you certain you want to do this?”
“We need to. Yes.”
“Flip over.”
She hesitated. “I’m not wet. Um, ready.”
“I’m Veslor. I create…” He paused. “I read ‘oil’ is an unattractive term for a female of your race, but…we create it.”
“Oil?”
“Lubricant.”
“Oh.”
“Flip over.”
She pulled her hand away, uncertain, but rolled onto her stomach. Gnaw gently cupped her hips and twisted her on the exam bed, until her legs slid over the edge. It left her lower half hanging off the side with her upper body resting on the padded surface. He moved in behind her.
She grabbed hold of the other edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and sealed her lips. Even if it hurt, she wouldn’t cry. He was at least willing to do what it took to keep her alive, and she’d do anything if it meant Becky was safe.
He released one of her hips, and she heard him fumbling with the loose pants. She slowed her breathing, thinking of her favorite fruit tree from the greenhouse. She liked to sit under it when the sun lamps were turned on. It wasn’t safe to stand directly under the blubs, but in the shade, she could lay there and literally watch the blooming happen all around her.
“Spread your legs a little,” he rasped, his voice soft.
She parted her legs and gripped the edge of the exam bed in a death grip. “I’m ready.”
“I’m not.”
He said it so softly, she wasn’t sure if she heard him right.
She expected him to just shove inside her. Anthony always did that. Instead, she startled when Gnaw slid his fingers between her legs. There was something coating the tips of them. He found her clit…and began rubbing.
She jolted again, and he bent over her, using his upper body to pin her in place. He gently massaged her slit, rubbing up and down, each pass touching her clit. It felt good. “What are you doing?”
“Preparing you.” His voice was near her ear, and it sounded like a low growl.
“Oh.” She bit her lip, and then moaned. It felt great, actually; much better when he did it. Whatever he called oil, it was warm and reminded her of massage lotion. His fingers were long, and he caressed her entire slit. He kept a slow, gentle pace, until she was panting and rocking her hips. She knew she was about to come.
“Gnaw!”
He gave another low growl and picked up the pace.
She squeezed her eyes closed and her climax hit.
She cried out, and he pulled his hand away. Then his weight lifted off her back.
“Are you certain, Darla?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes closed as her body continued to throb. “Yes. Do it. Take me…”
“Fuck,” he snarled. Then he pressed something big and hard against her pussy, very slowly pushing against her vaginal opening.
Her eyes flew open wide at the feel of the thick protrusion.
He grabbed her hips with both hands, pinning her in place, and began to thrust, slowly, going deeper with every drive forward of his pelvis.
He felt big, thick, and hard. She understood why he called whatever he had a rod. It felt like it. Remarkably, there was no pain, though.
Then something brushed against her oversensitive clit. It felt firm but lubricated. It wasn’t his rod. That was inside her. Whatever was brushing her clit had Darla bucking and moaning within seconds.
Gnaw snarled louder and drove into her even deeper, hesitated there, and then began to thrust faster.
Darla moaned and clawed at the padded surface. Sex had never felt good for her before. But it did with Gnaw. Whatever was against her clit made her crazy, along with the sensation of being filled and ridden by him. Another climax built quickly.
She cried out his name, coming hard.
Gnaw kept riding her until he grunted. She felt it when he came, heated semen filling her. He stilled, buried deep inside her body, and then he lowered his chest to her back. She was firmly pinned under him as they both panted. He was careful not to crush her; she felt safely cocooned under him with his arms braced against her sides.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she said honestly.
“You’re very tight.”
“Well, you feel darned big.”
“I am, compared to human males.”
She nodded. “That makes sense. Um, why do you still feel hard?”
He didn’t withdraw from her. “I’m a Veslor.”
She wasn’t sure what that meant. Their breathing slowed, and she could still feel how large and hard his cock felt inside her. It confused her. She was sure men pulled out when they were done with a woman. That had always been her limited experience.
Gnaw adjusted his body a little and gripped her hair by her braid, at the base of her neck. He tugged gently.
She lifted her head and turned it, until their gazes met. He did have such beautiful eyes.
“Did I hurt you? Tell me the truth.”
“I’m fine.”
He seemed to search her expression for something but then nodded. His hold on her hair released. “I’m nothing like the male you knew.”
“I know. You’re better.”
He searched her face again. “Are you just saying that?”
“No. That…um…felt super good. I’ve never, uh, you know…before. Not during sex. Just by myself.”
His lips curved into a small smile. “I’ll always make you feel pleasure. We’ll survive this together, Darla.”
She nodded. They were a team at last, working together. “We will.”
He tensed, rage flashing in his eyes. His sudden change of mood confused her—until a whiney voice came from the speaker.
“Breed the human,” the Elth demanded. “More.”
