Page 55 of His Human Believer

She is shaking slightly and her chin is up.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Your breasts are heavy and they are perfect. I have thought about my mouth on them since the second diurnal after we met. Your belly is soft and I want my claws on it. Your hips are wide and I have wanted them under my hands since you crouched down beside a tripod in a jungle. Your thighs are thick and I want them around my head.”

She makes a noise.

“Your ass,” I rasp, “I have looked at forty-one times. I stopped counting on the fourth diurnal because the figure had become undignified.”

“Get your pants off,” she orders. “It’s my turn to see you naked. I’ve been watching that erection tent your pants and I want to feel it with my hands and mouth.”

She undresses me and it takes longer than it should because she keeps stopping. Her hands go over my chest, my shoulders, down my stomach and she takes her time.

She gets to my horns and puts both hands on them and pulls my head down and kisses me, and my knees very nearly go.

“They’re handles,” she says against my mouth, delighted.

“They are extremely sensitive and if you do that again I will not be responsible.”

She does it again.

She finds the tail next and gets one hand around it near the base and I make a sound I have not made in my adult life.

“Oh,” Margaret says. “Oh, that’s interesting.”

“Margaret,” I moan.

“Noted,” she says. “Filed. Coming back to that.”

And then she pushes my trousers down and my cock bounces free, hard and leaking already. She wraps a hand around it and cannot close her fingers.

I groan and put my head back.

“Vidar, is that going to fit?”

“I will make certain it does. I am going to taste you first.”

“You don’t have to⁠—”

“I have thought about it every single night for eighty-four diurnals,” I tell her, “and you are not going to talk me out of it.”

I lift her up and toss her onto the bed. She giggles as I push her thick thighs apart and put my mouth on her clit. She cries out with delight. I have a forked tongue, and I have never once in forty years had a reason to be grateful for it and I am grateful for it now.

My female grabs my horns immediately, which I had hoped she would, and holds on hard and she steers. That is the thing I did not anticipate. She pulls, shoves and makes noises when I am correct and different noises when I am not. I adjust, and within a very short period I know exactly what this female wants and exactly how to give it to her.

Her heel is in my back. Her thighs are around my head, which is where I wanted them.

“Oh, Vidar, right there,” she cries out. “I’m about to…” And then she comes on my tongue with a strangled shout, both hands locked on my horns.

And then I flip her onto her back. “Margaret. I am going to say something and I want you to hear it before I am inside you.”

She is breathing hard underneath me.

“I want to plant my seed in you,” I tell her. “Today. I want it to take and I want to watch you swell with my offspring and I want to be there for every part of it, and if you do not want that then you will tell me now and I can instead come on your stomach.”

“I want it,” she says. “I want all of it. I want your babies.”

I groan, almost coming undone. “I want you to understand in advance that it is going to be fast and that this is not representative of how I operate. The next time will be slow.”

“Vidar. I have been waiting too. Fast is fine.”