Too late, Danek. I’m onto you.
“Quick,” I say, grabbing some treats and throwing them to the other side of the room. The floofs race towards the food, their bright tails rippling after them. I tug on Danek’s arm. “The bedroom. Run!”
We dash in the other direction and barricade ourselves in the bedroom. I gasp with laughter as I strip off the remains of my ruffled shirt. Danek is still grumbling.
“Annoying little—”
I toss my shirt at him. “I’ll make it up to you.” I nod to the bed. “Take off your pants and lie down.”
“Done.” Danek strips in a flash and stretches out his huge frame, a wide smile on his face. His eyes heat as I shimmy out of my pants. I arch my back as I draw my hair back into a ponytail, and his gaze drops to my breasts. I strut to the bed, preening under the attention.
I kneel between his legs, and he parts them wide to give me room. I lay my hand on his bare upper thigh. I’m so small compared to his bulk. I trail my fingers up and down his muscled thighs, and his cock grows long and thick against his leg.
“Naomi,” he breathes. I know he’s wondering what I’m going to do. I give him a wink and lean down toward his cock.
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Naomi licks her lips and by Caeron, my cock jumps as if it’s going to leap into her mouth. Her hand comes up to cradle my large sac, and pleasure bursts in my mind. Her other hand circles my thick rod, steadying me as her mouth closes over the tip.
“Ah, yes, Naomi, yes,” I groan, fisting my hands at my side.
She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock and it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing her ponytail and surging into her mouth. My hips are rising, pushing my length deeper. She opens wide and draws me in. She pumps her head up and down, her lips wrapped around my cock, as I float in lust.
Suddenly, she stops in her tracks and raises her head. “Pumpkin.”
Pumpkin? Naomi’s frowning at something over my left shoulder. I turn my head and glare at the orange floof.
“You,” I snarl, and the floof puffs out its tails in surprise. Naomi slaps a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle.
“It’s not funny.” I glare harder at the floof. If it had any sense, it would run away right now.
“How in the world did he get in here?”
“I don't know.” I rise and snatch the little orange bit of fluff before it can jump onto Naomi. “But I want him out.”
I set Pumpkin down outside the door and push him back when he tries to scamper inside. “Out. Go on. The grownups are spending quality time together. No floofs allowed.” I lower my voice. “Leave us alone and I’ll give you more treats later.” I’m not above giving a bribe. Or a threat. “Interrupt again and I’ll ship you across the galaxy.” I give the little critter another pet and shut the door before he can rush inside. This time, I latch and lock it.
“There. Finally.” I turn back to Naomi, and my heart nearly stops.
She’s stretched out on the bed, gloriously naked. I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful. And she’s mine, all mine, my dragon whispers. I push that thought away. I can’t get used to Naomi in my life. I just need to enjoy her while she’s here.
“Where were we?” I stalk to the foot of the bed, well aware my cock is on full display. I put my hands on my hips, giving Naomi a chance to get an eyeful.
She grins at me, a playful light in her eyes. “You were about to come, screaming my name.”
“Was I now?” She’s right, I was.
“Oh yes. And when I had you right where I wanted you, well...” She reaches over and lifts the purple bondage lingerie I hadn’t noticed. “Turnabout’s fair play.”
“We’ll see about that.” I flex one last time, enjoying the way her eyes roam up and down my big body. She arches a sexy eyebrow at me then yelps in surprise when I dive onto the bed. I snatch the lingerie and toss it across the room. She shrieks with laughter and tries to go after it. Before she can scramble away, I seize her legs, part them wide, and plunge my tongue into her wet heat.
Her whole body quivers at my touch.
I lick her to one orgasm, then another. Her head tosses back and forth on the pillow, mussing her hair. When I finally rise over her, her cheeks and chest are flushed, and she looks sexier than ever. She reaches for me, and I claim her with my cock over and over.
And when she comes—every time she comes—she screams my name.
I wake up later than expected. Naomi is still asleep, sprawled diagonally across the bed, hogging all the covers. Pumpkin, Plague, and Pestilence are settled around her, and the moment I stir, they lift their heads and watch me with their beady little eyes.
I inch to the edge and slide off the bed. The three floofs sense breakfast and promptly follow me to the kitchen. “Little terrors,” I murmur, filling their bowls with food, topping up their sugar rations, and making sure they have water. “Be good. Let Naomi sleep.”
We’d been up late. Then, when she was fast asleep, I’d slipped out of bed and experimented with the food-syn. The results had been less than satisfying. The flavor is close, I think, but the texture is far from ideal. Too stodgy, too much like a rock.
According to Alice, cake is fluffy and airy. In one of the Exchanges, I might be able to find an ingredient that approximates that result. Here, in Noturn, I’m limited to what the syn can make and what’s available in the small grocery store.
Ah well. Last night’s baking attempt was a colossal
