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We call the medic next to discuss my upcoming “procedure” and I'm a little nervous when he says we can return to his clinic today. That it's a simple “lasering” that won't take more than an hour and a few days of rest on my part. I've wanted this for so long, but now that it is here, I'm a little worried about getting such a pleasurable part of myself lasered. Bee is so enthused, though, that her excitement fuels mine. I want to be Bee's mate in all ways. Even if I have to get a cybernetic cock, I'll go through with it.
Anything for my mate.
24
BEE
I love Victor, but he's a terrible patient.
Then again, I probably would be, too, if I'd just had a bunch of spikes removed off a very sensitive part of my body. In the last four days, we've moved back into the pump-house, and the trunk has been unpacked. A new bed was delivered the next day, twice as large as the last and big enough that Victor doesn't have to sleep hunched up. Which, I suppose, is a good thing, since I've been sleeping on the far side of the bed.
The medic in Port said it was a routine procedure…for children. And he gave us a numbing salve that would help things, and told Victor to expect that area to be sensitive for a few days. The de-barbing was done, and a dopey, dazed Victor was sent back home with me. I tucked him into bed, made sure the bandages in his pants were fresh, and went back to sending recorded comm messages to the human women near Port to let them know I'm a case worker specifically seeing to the needs of the human settlers here, asking if they need anything and inviting them to come and visit my new office in Port.
When Victor woke a few hours later, he was groaning with pain. His cock was a fiery, angry red and swollen, and even though the medic assured us this was normal, it worried me. I slathered numbing cream on his cock as Victor hissed and twisted as if in agony, and when that didn't take the entire edge off, the medic came out in an air-sled and gave Victor a shot that made him loopy.
"The biggest ones are always the ones that can't take the pain," the medic griped. He handed me a handful of auto-injectors, advising me to keep Victor drugged if the discomfort persisted.
That was four days ago, and ever since then, I've been looking after my mate while he slept.
And slept.
And slept.
Really, it's not so bad. I worry about Victor more than anything, but the angry red has been fading steadily, and he's no longer swollen. I just hate that he's in pain, and I miss talking to him and cuddling with him. I've been afraid to touch him for the last few days out of fear that I'd brush up against something. The house is clean, I'm caught up on all of my messages, and I've even received a few from Lord va'Rin, checking in on us.
His last message was particularly delightful, despite its brevity.
Riffin is now assigned to the coast. He should trouble you no longer.
A small, evil part of me is delighted. I read the message again as I sit in front of the comm, smiling to myself as I sip my tea. I'm going to have to figure out how to save that particular missive. Maybe I'll embroider it and hang it on the wall. Maybe—
"Bee," a familiar voice groans from the bedroom.
I get up immediately. "Coming," I call out, grabbing the nearly empty jar of salve and the injectors just in case. Poor Victor. He'd been so excited to get rid of the barbs—I had too—and all of the excitement has disappeared with the pain he's gone through. If he's afraid to touch his cock for a month, I wouldn't blame him.
But that's all right. As long as he's not hurting, I'll do whatever it takes. As long as we're together, that's all that matters to me.
I peek into the dark bedroom and the bed is still occupied. "I'm here," I say softly. "Do you need pain meds? Food? Water?"
Victor groans again, reaching a big hand out for me.
Oh dear. I immediately slip my free one into his grip. "I hate that you're still hurting. I can't believe—"
My words die in a yelp as Victor drags me into the bed and I fall onto my back. He immediately nuzzles at my neck, his tusks brushing against my skin, and his tongue flicks at the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my throat. Something big and hard and prominent pushes against my thigh.
"Hello, mate," my big alien purrs against my skin. His hand paws at my breast, seeking my nipple. When he finds it, he immediately plucks at it, teasing it into a point. "Guess what feels better today?"
