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"It's all right," I say, yawning. I'm always sleepy after a good round of sex and right now, I'm definitely feeling replete and in need of a nap. "You can't make me pregnant without medical assistance."
"Mmm. And do you want to be?" He glances up at me even as his wet fingers stroke over my skin.
I haven't really thought about it. "Maybe at some point? Right now I'm just happy we're together."
His smile broadens. "I am the same." Two fingers push inside me, and I wriggle against his hand. "But…I am glad I can come inside you. It was…so good, Bee." Victor's expression is dazed. "In all my imaginings, it was never as good as that."
I have to admit, I'm pretty speechless, too. I've had good sex before, but it's been a while. I've had good sex with Victor, but without penis. This good-sex-with-Victor-and-penis has kinda blown me out of the water. Despite his days of pain, I'm so very glad he's gotten his barbs removed. I roll over on my side toward him, my thighs trapping his hand in place. He's slid down on the bed so our faces are almost even, and I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning in. "I love you, and that was amazing."
His hand continues to move between my thighs, as if he can't stop touching me. After weeks of being with Victor, I know that he's very tactile, and I don't mind in the slightest. I ride his hand, squirming a little closer. "I…everything is really sensitive," he admits. "I wanted to last longer for you."
"It was perfect," I tell him, rubbing my small human nose against his bigger, alien one. "And we have a lifetime to figure out how to make things last longer. I'm in no rush."
Victor's breath fans over my face, his gaze searching mine. "I…might need to do it again. Very soon. Like in a few minutes."
I glance down, surprised, because we haven't even cleaned up yet. Sure enough, his cock is growing hard once more. Alien stamina is really something else…or maybe he's just a champion in this, too. "Are you hungry? You still haven't eaten."
"I'd much rather claim my mate," he tells me, and his thumb grazes over my ultra-sensitive clit.
My legs jerk in response and I whimper. "I…suppose we can do that, too."
Epilogue
VICTOR
A collar. Again. "You're trying to kill me," I complain to my mate as she sits atop the back of the air-sled, fussing with the neck of my finest tunic. "I can't breathe in this thing."
Bee just rolls her eyes and smooths the auto-fastener into place with a touch. "You were fitted for this tunic, Mr. Drama. I know very well the neck fits. But if you want to change, let me know and we'll turn around right now and take the air-sled back to the house."
"It's fine," I grumble, because we had to drive fast to get here anyhow. Bee gets airsick when I drive, because my foot is heavy on the pedals. I try to make the drive faster, knowing it makes her stomach upset, and I only succeed in making her even more queasy. I feel guilty, but Bee says she prefers I drive, because she wants me to get used to doing everything. I suspect it's because she likes to talk and check her messages as I drive, and gets distracted.
My Bee does love to talk. In the two months since our official mating, I don't think Bee has gone an hour without talking. I don't mind it, as there are few things I love more than Bee's voice. I love it when it's raised in anger, when it's soft and husky, when she's being managing and overly sweet, and most of all, when she makes that little cry when my cock pushes into her. Her voice just makes me happy.
She pats my collar, satisfied, and then smooths a lock of my mane back from my brow. Her gaze moves over me. "So handsome."
I snort at that, but I'm secretly pleased. I like that Bee finds me good to look at, that her pulse speeds up when she watches me. I don't care if I seem strange to everyone else, or that my tusks make some in Port stare with horror. Bee likes my face, and that's all that matters.
"Can you get the casserole?" Bee asks me as she hops down from the trunk of the air-sled and straightens her own clothes. She's wearing a pair of beige, silky trou under her pale yellow tunic with the deep collar that shows off her amazing cleavage and a thick, wide belt that clasps her waist and emphasizes her curves. Her dark curls are perfect, pulled back behind each tiny rounded human ear with a pretty clip. Her skin glows with health and best of all, she is positively covered in my scent. She looks beautiful, and I'm tempted to climb back into the air-sled, pull her into my lap, shove her trou down and seat her onto my cock…it wouldn't be the first time we'd mated in the air-sled. In fact, I suspect half of Port has seen us stumble out of the sled, clothing disheveled and the windows of the sled steamed and foggy.
