Testicular sac.
Cock tail.
The cock tail line was pointing at the tentacle-ish thing that sprouted above the penis. I clutched my phone hard so that I wouldn’t drop it into the water, my gaze glued to the image. Just below the drawing was one more line of text.Image courtesy of G. Jaya.
Jaya. The name was familiar. I thought it might have been one of the other brides Tasha had mentioned at some point today. And I remembered seeing a flash of green in the flipping pages of the calendar…
Had she drawn this based on her husband’s anatomy? I was vaguely embarrassed and also supremely grateful. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to come face to face with a dick tentacle without any sort of warning! A previous bit of text came back to me with new, cringe-inducing meaning.
Without sufficient preparation, injury to the cock tail is not only possible during sexual encounters, but very likely.
That’s what Rivven was packing under there? A big, hard dick with a tiny little tail?
Fascinated, I kept reading.
The cock tail is a prehensile part of the Zabrian sexual anatomy. It is also an erogenous zone. Female Zabrians have a similar appendage inside the vaginal canal that the male counterpart grips and entwines with during intercourse. During intercourse with a human, the cock tail still attempts to “join” with its counterpart, often achieving this goal by wrapping around the clitoris or entering the anus.
Lord have mercy.
I wasn’t too prim or prudish. I’d had sex.
But no one had ever lassoed my clit with a separate, prehensile part of their dick before.
Part of me was slightly terrified.
Another, larger part wondered…
What the hell had I been missing out on until now?
Would Rivven’s do that?
My skin tingling, I pictured him, his big, blue body locked up tight with tension while he was lost in the throes of pleasure. His eyes that bright and shining white while he pushed insideme, the cock tail writhing and thrusting, needing satisfaction, needing tosqueeze…
Except I was the one squeezing now.
Squeezing my bare thighs together.
I took several calming breaths – that were entirely ineffective – and put my comms tablet back down on the floor.
By now, the water was starting to cool. Which was probably a good thing. An icy shower might have been a worthwhile consideration. I pulled myself out of the tub, padding to the sink and leaving little puddley footprints behind. There, I filled the bucket with fresh water to rinse my hair. Once that was done, I added more conditioner as a leave-in, finger coiling some of curls near my face. Then, I huddled in front of the wood stove’s fire. I didn’t have a towel, so I let my skin and hair air-dry there, hoping nobody would walk in.
Thankfully, no one did. Rivven obviously knew I was in here. Maybe he’d mentioned it to the others. Or maybe they’d already bedded down for the night.
Which made me wonder, once again, where Rivven would be sleeping. I’d forgotten to tell him I was willing to camp out like the others. That he could have his bed back.
I resolved to do that now. Once I’d gathered my things from the floor, I hurried up the stairs. The bedroom was so dark that I could barely find my bag. Dumping down my clothes, boots, and comms tablet, I felt along the wall to the place I knew the window was. Grasping fabric, I pulled until it came loose, falling to the floor.
The winter sky was clear tonight. Three bright moons and a vast spread of stars were reflected back up at the window by infinite snowy crystals below. The room was now lit by that bright and diamond-studded white.
White just like his eyes.
Rivven’s eyes. The man whose bed I was supposed to be giving back right about now.
But by the time I’d wrapped my hair in a scarf and secured it in a pineapple bun on top of my head, put fresh clothing on, and headed back down the stairs, he was already asleep.
Tasha and Warden Tenn were bedded down in the corner of the dining room I’d seen their blankets in earlier. It was hard to make out from beneath their bedding, but it looked like the warden’s big body was wrapped protectively around his wife’s smaller one.
Rivven wasn’t in the main area of the dining room. I found him stretched out behind the bar.
