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“Turn over,” he whispered into my ear, and I groaned in thanks.
While he went to get the lubricant, I rolled onto my back, curious to see what he intended now. Was he simply preparing and would now massage the front of me? Would he slick my cock and ride me, controlling the ride?
Owen got back on the bed and straddled my thighs, my cock upthrust directly in front of him. With a grin on his lips, he used one finger to tease the protrusion at the head of my cock and make me gasp. He giggled as he opened the lube.
But then he made a little growling noise as he seemed to realize he’d have to get down to remove his pants. Since my claws were already out, I reached between his legs and set one claw to the seam of his pants. They made an obscene sound as I tore through the threads, the tight material parting immediately to free his cock and balls and open the way to his delectable ass.
Owen gasped as though scandalized, and I chuckled at him. I touched his hole with the pad of my finger to hear him gasp again before putting my hands behind my head. He blinked at me a few times as I grinned.
“Well, alright,” he said and wiggled into position. “Destructive, but convenient.”
I was about to say some quip, but he stole my thoughts away as he slicked my cock. He played, taking his time, driving me insane with need. I reached down to grasp his thighs, and he gave me a cocky grin. Shifting forward, he aimed me at his hole and then slowly bounced on my cock, taking me deeper with each downward plunge. All I could do was watch him ride me, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he gave himself over to the sensations of being filled.
Goddess, he was beautiful. For a long while, I could only stare at him and feel his thigh muscles flex under my hands as he moved up and down. No one compared to my Owen. No one ever would.
But Owen’s sensuous pace was going to kill me. Grabbing his waist, I flipped us over and immediately drove my cock deep into him. He hollered and gripped my shoulders, his legs wrapping around my waist. Face flushed and big eyes staring up at me, I grinned as I pounded into him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted. “Take me. Claim me!”
Remembering how he’d needed to know he was mine, I dipped my head and set my teeth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He wailed and his already tight ass squeezed on me as his fingers bit into my shoulders. Inside, I smiled to know he might leave claiming bruises on me, too.
When I had him whining and thrusting up to meet me, I growled low in my throat. He went quiet and still before his entire body tensed and he came with a yell. I couldn’t resist the way his body pulled me in and I lifted my head to holler my own release, filling him, marking him inside and out.
Once I had my breath back, I stepped away, pleased to see him sprawled and relaxed on my bed. Since I had been taking him with frequency, I’d procured a salve with nanobots in it that would assist in making certain he didn’t suffer. Claws retracted, I gently eased a daub of the salve inside him, being sure to coat his rim as well.
“What’s that?” He lifted his head just before he gasped and his eyes went wide. “It tingles.”
“I’ve already taken you once today, so this should help you recover.”
He gave a breathy moan as I continued to spread the salve. I didn’t need to, it was working already, but since I was there…
“Ugh, Py,” he said on a whine, “you’re going to get me hard again.”
I licked a stripe up his flushed cock, making him holler. Continuing to finger his ass, I sucked his semi-hard cock into my mouth and teased his delicate balls with my other hand. He writhed against the bedding, his hands crushing it in his fists, while he made the most obscenely beautiful sounds of pleasure. It wasn’t long before he came again, whimpering and shivering.
Getting back on the bed, I pulled him into my arms and threw a leg over his. He moaned into my neck, fingers gripping my fur as if I might not hold him close for the rest of my life.
“You’re mine,” I whispered.
He took a deep breath and sighed, nodding.
CHAPTER 12
OWEN
Was it possible to be in a honeymoon phase while in a brand-new relationship? Technically, I was living with Py, so I figured we were officially official. He’d introduced me as his mate to some of his commanders a couple days ago, too. Everything felt fluffy and sunshiny. Py would spend every evening with me as long as he wasn’t needed somewhere else. We’d had dinner out a couple of times and even gone to see a movie once. And our nights… Woo! We were going through gallons of lube and that nanobot salve let me keep up with Py’s insatiable libido.
Yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I kept waiting for the bad thing to happen. This kind of bliss couldn’t possibly last. Surely, I would screw it up eventually simply because I was so inexperienced. I had no idea what I was doing, how to be in a relationship, or whether I was doing things right. I was happy. I thought Py was happy, too. But was that enough?
That fear was probably what drove me to be indispensable to the delegation. Like if there were things I excelled at, my value to others would increase. Which kind of made me sound a little pathetic but didn’t stop me from volunteering for whatever popped up.
Though, I should’ve probably double-checked what sort of documentary we would be screening before I walked into the conference room.
“We haven’t finalized the title yet,” Administrator Ghosha Progoni Rijal said at the front of the room, “so that’s something this group could assist with, as well as your impressions of how the humans of Earth will receive the information.”
He was a large muscular tiger-like alien who could’ve been intimidating just from his appearance alone, but it was clear even to me that he was nervous. And no wonder! It was the first screening of a documentary about a day in the life of a human sex worker in a brothel on Nor, for heaven’s sake. As the unofficial interpreter of conservative America, I already knew there would be protests and accusations the second they found out about this. I cringed just thinking imagining it.
But I stayed in my seat and paid attention as several other humans and even more Norlons watched the ninety-minute movie with me. None of the interviewees had sex on screen, but the star discussed it several times. I thought everything was tasteful, honest, and informative, just well done in every way, but dear god, I knew the film would be seen as grooming and recruitment by every right-wing zealot out there. Rijal might as well have made a porn film because they’d see it as the same thing.
