Page 26 of Hunter’s Harvest

“Oh, you’re in for a treat! Let’s hope it’s big enough for both of us.”

The stall was just a bit too small, but I was not going to complain. Nellie began removing our clothing, and I soon had her naked in my arms, my cock pressed between us like it was demanding her attention. Any protest was gone from my tongue. I would’ve followed her into the void of space if she asked me.

A hot shower was in fact warm rain, except it fell from a nozzle around my shoulder height, and we had to sit at the bottom of the tub for it to hit both of us. Nellie sat squished between my legs with a blissful look as the warm water ran down her face.

After a long moment, she reached for a bottle of something fruity-scented that did not actually smell edible.

“What is this?” I asked.

“It’s shampoo. It’s meant to clean your hair. I guess since your arms are stuck, I’ll wash your hair.”

She twisted and wiggled until she was standing with my arms around her thighs. She was concentrated on undoing the braids in my hair. Braids that had been in for much too long. I should’ve cared for them earlier.

Except that wasn’t what I was focused on right now. I was focused on her, and the soft belly pillowing my face, and a little lower at the patch of hair that covered her sex. I remembered how she tasted, and my cock sprang to attention.

The next few minutes were torture as she worked the fruity-smelling product through my hair and scalp and warned me to close my eyes as the water rinsed it off. Then she was putting it in her own hair.

But if I thought the shampoo was torture, I clearly had not been ready for the body wash. Another fruit-scented concoction, she used it all over my body, her fingers brushing over my skin and setting it on fire. I let out a pleased sound as her hands traced across my muscles. The entire room was vibrating with my chest now.

“Having fun?” The question was accompanied by a breathy laugh.

I growled in response, my face still pressed to her stomach and scenting her musky arousal as it drifted up from her pussy. I held my breath as she wiggled and adjusted my arms until she was straddling my lap, my cock hard as steel between us.

Then she was slipping her hands between our bodies as the water sluiced over us, washing us clean. Her hands wrapped around my cock and she leaned back just enough to look down at it jutting out from between us. It was like the mate bond understood and let me release her just a little to give her room as she stroked me up and down.

Instead of fear, there was fascination in her eyes. Her fingers moved up and down my length, loosening over the flared ridges and tightening around the dips. I grunted as she smoothed a thumb over the tip, collecting a drop of milky liquid that had collected there.

“Nellie, you’re killing me.” I squeezed her ass.

She giggled and said something, but the translator, which was on the floor outside, didn’t translate. I made a note to get the one in my head fixed as soon as possible.

“I didn’t understand that, but you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She hummed as I lifted her and positioned her hot, slick opening over my cock.

“I need you, my mate.”

I gripped her hips as she sank down onto me. She inhaled sharply as she stretched to accommodate my size. Or tried to. For a moment, it felt like I’d never fit even though she was so wet and slippery with arousal. She pressed her face into the side of my head, her breathing shallow, rocking her hips up and down. I thrust up in time with her body, and she let out a choked scream when the first section of my cock sunk in and she closed tightly around the dip.

Krux! This was too much. I groaned, letting my head fall back against the wall of the shower as I shoved her hips down a little harder.

“You can take me. You are my mate. You are made for me like I’m made for you.”

She bore down a little harder, and I thrust up again. This time she sank down past both remaining sections. She howled, and I felt new wetness between us.

She was panting now, her face plastered against my chest.

I held her in place, letting her get used to me. But I’d been patient for far too long, and I needed her now. I gripped her hips and started to move.

Chapter 11: Nellie

I’d never felt so full before in my life, and it was glorious. I was still trying to breathe through the intense feeling when Var’n started thrusting up into me from below. Despite how wet I was, the feeling bordered on pain, and I let out a thin scream that I immediately muffled by burying my face into his chest.

I didn’t actually want him to stop, not when it felt so good.

His cock ridges pressed against my inner walls, sending shockwaves of blinding pleasure through me. I threw my head back, my fingers digging into his arms.

Somewhere along the way, we’d accidentally toggled the plug and the water was filling up around us; it splashed and sloshed with every movement.