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I look around the small house for somewhere to sit. Nothing here is sized appropriately for me. It has been made for humans, and even the uncomfortable-looking metal chair in the living area looks barely big enough to hold Bee and will certainly not hold my weight. I glance in the bedroom, and the bed is narrow and short. My feet would hang off the end, provided that I did not destroy the mattress the moment I laid down.
There is only one bed.
It belongs to Bee, then. If she is staying with me, I want her comfortable. It is only right. She has given up all her freedom to be my companion, so the least I can do is give her the bed. I stare at it, and stare, my thoughts sliding toward that bed over and over again. She would not let me share it with her…would she?
It is ridiculous to even entertain such a thought, and I quickly push it out of my mind. I am a champion, I remind myself. I succeed at competitions and strive to win rewards. I have not thought further than this kiss, but…what if Bee does not like it? What if she is revolted by my mouth on hers?
If so, I do not think I would want more kisses. My mind floods with Crulden's fragmented memories, of females screaming and doing their best to race away as I chase after them, thrilled by their cries, their terror—
I shake my head and pace, trying to clear my thoughts. I must think of other things.
I will talk to Bee in the morning. Perhaps she will help me determine new rewards, after we share breath. If I disgust her, we will need to think of a new set of goals for me, a new series of prizes to be won. It is important to me that I make her proud. That she likes me. Bee's opinion is the only one that matters to me in all the galaxy.
"Hey Victor?" Bee calls from the lavatory. "I don't have a change of clothes with me, so I'm coming out in the blanket. You promise me that I can trust you?"
I am puzzled. What is not to trust in this moment? I look around, but I do not see anything that looks like a weapon. "I do not see what the two have to do with one another. Trust me with what?"
"You know."
"I assure you, Bee, I do not know."
"Can I trust you not to try and take the blanket from me?" Her voice is against the door, as if she is pressing against it.
Why would I take it from her? "I do not wish the blanket. I am not cold."
The door to the lavatory opens a crack, and Bee peeks out. "I mean…don't steal the blanket to try and look at my body, all right?"
I give her an incredulous look. Does she truly think I would do such a thing just to gaze at her teats and cunt? I am more interested in her mind and her thoughts…and that invitingly soft mouth of hers. "If I wished to see your body, Bee, I would not have insisted you get out of your clothes. I would have suggested you stay in them. They were wet enough that they showed everything."
"Great, thanks for that," she mutters. I hear fabric rustle, and then she gives a little sigh before opening the door fully. Bee gives me a dubious look, her wet hair hanging in damp waves around her rounded face. "I don't suppose hiding behind this door actually does anything anyhow."
"It is true. I could break it down easily."
Bee makes a frustrated little sound. "Of course you could." She sweeps out of the bathroom, clutching the blanket around her like a cloak. It hides her body from my view except for a glimpse of her neck and a bit of enticing-looking skin at her collarbones. Better than anything is her scent. I nearly stagger as it washes over me.
There's a definite thread of arousal wafting through her normally pleasant smell and it's making me crazy. My skin itches and the urge to pace, to flick my tail, to do something, moves all over me. It's a restless energy I don't know how to utilize. I fist my hands and then unclench them, not wanting to seem intimidating to her.
"What's wrong?" she asks, worried. "You seem agitated."
I am agitated. I do not know why. Or rather, I know she is affecting me and I do not know how to handle it. "Something about me is…unsettled right now. Urgent." I clench my fists again. "I feel like I need to…" I trail off, because I do not know what I need, other than to grasp my cock and pound it to release some of what I am feeling.
