“Come,” I said, my voice deep and low. “Come for me.”
With a loud shriek she did, her body almost doubling over as she came in pulses, her release wave after wave of tremors. I kept tonguing and fingering her through it, wanting her to get everything out of it that she could.
By the time she was done, she stared up at the sky with a somewhat vacant expression. Her mouth was hanging open, and her chest was heaving still.
“Are you okay?” I asked, leaning forward so I could look into her eyes.
She chuckled. “I think you screwed my brains out, and you haven’t even gotten inside of me yet.”
I stroked a strand of hair out of her eyes, addicted to the feeling of her smooth skin under my scales. She was human, yes, and strange, yes, but there was something perfect about her, too. No matter what my father threatened me with or would do, I would not give my Dana up for anything. No, I was going to protect her for the rest of our days.
Shifting my hips, I slid my cock through her slit, wetting it with her arousal. Dana was smaller than the females I was used to, and I knew I had to go slow. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice soft.
“I was ready an hour ago,” Dana quipped. “You’re taking forever.”
I hissed a chuckle, tucking a lock of her COLOR hair behind her ear as I hovered over her. I liked caging her in, being able to shield her whole body with mine. It was addicting, knowing I could completely protect her that way. I shifted until the head of my cock was pressed against her entrance and then started forward.
She groaned underneath me, tilting her hips to better accept my invasion. “Oh, fuck, you’re huge.”
I kissed her quickly on the lips, an apology. “I am sorry.”
She chuckled. “No, that’s a good thing.”
When I looked at her, she was smiling at me, a softness in her eyes that I liked. I leaned down and kissed her as I slid in, filling up every bit of her and being encased in a tight heat. Her body was caged by mine, and it sated my protective urges to have her wrapped in my arms, even though I was already inside her.
“N’Ashtar,” she whimpered.
“I have you, my Dana,” I murmured, rocking my hips just enough to slide in and out of her. “I will always have you.”
16
Dana
I’d forgotten that we had fallen asleep until the sun hit me, first at the edges and then enough to make it unpleasant. Instead of running and screaming, I buried my face in N’Ashtar’s chest, because god knew he had enough body to spare. I could have used him for a personal awning and still had some of his broad chest left over to share.
Not that I was going to. I didn’t share. Nope.
I let my eyes close again, trying not to doze off where I was. Last night should have been catching up on sleep, but instead, it was a sex marathon. At least we’d gone a ways away from the others so we hopefully hadn’t kept them up, even if it had made it pretty easy to guess what we were doing. Not that it required a genius.
We’d gone longer and harder than I thought was possible, his amazing recovery time and endurance matched in intensity by the sheer relief I felt of letting go a little. Or, well, a lot. A lot a lot. But it was so different than it had been on Earth. Back home, sex was like a business proposal. If the guy was in my field, would people think I was fucking my way to the top? If I dated someone who valued their career over me, could I really trust them to be there when I needed them? Then there was the fact I put my career over everyone else, anyway.
The last thing I wanted was to end up knocked up and trapped, like my mother. Like she had reminded me over and over and over again. But N’Ashtar didn’t seem to care about any of that. He didn’t care about my job, how much I earned, what money I made. He seemed to care for me, for my stubborn, shouty self, and that was a rarity. Maybe it was the multiple near-death experiences, but maybe it was my priorities finally getting shifted to where they were supposed to be.
Was it really knocked up and trapped when I wanted to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?
Shying away from those thoughts, I turned my attention back to what we needed to do for the day. Like getting up, putting clothes back on, and heading back towards N’Akkar. A tough call, when all I really wanted to do was stay where I was and bask under N’Ashtar’s easy affection.
His hand stroked my flat belly, and he hissed every so often in his sleep. I studied him for a long moment, wondering what our children would look like. Would they get human features? N’Akron? Somewhere in between? How long was the gestation time? Obviously, no one would know how it would change for humans, but even having a ballpark would help some.
Guilt swamped me when I realized Squire was still tied up in his cave, probably without any assistance. “Shit.” I pushed up and out of N’Ashtar’s arms, aware we were fairly visible to the others, should they be looking, and that I was still naked. Excellent.
Not.
N’Ashtar watched sleepily as I got dressed, his eyes skimming my body in a way that made me shiver.
