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With ease, I hooked my claws into her panties. She remained motionless as I worked the blue fabric down her hips, slowly revealing the prize between her legs. And my mouth watered for a taste of her nectar when the small patch of dark hair over her mound and her delicate folds came into view.
I clutched her panties in my fist. Eyes closed, I pressed the fabric to my nose, deeply inhaling her mild honey and musk scent. Sweet and wholly feminine.
Nova’s pheromones spoke to my biology, informing me she was fertile and luscious—ripe for the taking.
The straining in my pants pained me. If I didn’t at least loosen the front button of my pants, my stiff cock would turn to stone and fall off.
I only meant to find some relief, but my legs carried me onto the couch, kneeling between Nova’s parted thighs. The end of my tail curled around her ankle, spreading them further to make room for me.
In one hand, I held her damp panties to my nose, and the other traveled down the plane of my stomach and unfastened my belt.
Nova sighed and shifted slightly on the couch. The movement only spread her folds further, showing me the delicious slit I yearned to bury myself in.
I froze, heart pounding and holding my breath until Nova stilled again. When my disarming new stepsister remained asleep, I freed my cock from the front of my pants.The scent of her panties and the sight of her pliant body on display worsened my condition. It almost hurt to touch myself, my cock was so hard, straining with need.
Gradually, without meaning to, just following natural impulses, I stroked the length of my cock, already weeping at the tip with precum. Then my fingers met the swollen base of my cock and I glanced down.
Rutting stars. It wasn’t a mating cycle. I shouldn’t have a knot.
I lifted the hem of my shirt and clamped it out of my way between my teeth. Hopefully, the rich black fabric would stifle the grunts of pleasure rising from the back of my throat as I thrusted into my hand. The slick precum allowed my erection to slide through my fingers, but it was the woman shining beneath me that sent bliss through my cock.
Would my stepsister hate me if she awoke and saw me kneeling between her legs and pleasuring myself? What if I bowed over her and rubbed the tip of my cock through her glistening sex?
No. This would be enough for the moment—it had to be.
My tail clung to Nova’s ankle, stroking over her delicate skin. I had the most appetizing view of my new sister with her legs spread apart and her enticing body laid out on display.
Each pass of my hand over my cock stoked the fire in my loins further, and every time I vowed to myself that Nova would be mine. I would have her, feel her, taste her, without a care for the consequences.
Electric tension sparked along the base of my spine and coursed through me. Golden rapture tightened my balls and my knot. I had a split second to cover my cock with Nova’s panties before my cum exploded into the fabric, ensuring I didn’t mark her with my scent just yet.
Despite climaxing, my erection and stiff knot remained.
Stars, what is this woman doing to me?
After tucking my stiff cock back into my pants and stuffing Nova’s panties into my pocket, I pulled her nightgown into place, then tucked the blanket over her legs. She continued breathing steadily, but I paused when I caught a new sound.
The hairs rose on the back of my neck.
If Nova was sleeping so soundly, why was her heart beating so rapidly?
I jerked away from the couch, reeling from my snoozing stepsister. In a blur of movement, I lurched up the step of the conversation pit and barreled out the suite door.
Chapter 7
When my friend Sahara recommended that I bring sleeping pills with me, I thought it was a brilliant suggestion. I often struggled with sleeping, and I knew this trip would rob me of my ability to rest. But there was always a side effect to the pills; they gave me the weirdest dreams possible.
And last night I had a truly strange dream.
The hazy image of Alek between my legs pleasuring himself stuck with me all day. I couldn’t shake that mental image or the thrilling heat in my belly that accompanied it. Even as I meandered through the ship, trying to distract myself with endless food and luxuries, nothing erased the tantalizing image of that dream.
Because I’d woken up without my underwear, giving me the winding, coiling, sneaking suspicion that maybe it wasn’t a dream at all. And I didn’t know if that thrilled or frightened me. Maybe both, as wrong as it was.
I’d tucked myself into the couch, convinced that I’d speak to him about what happened at dinner. But I hadn’t seen him since, and the longer I sat on that dream and the memory of his tail on my clit, I wasn’t sure I wanted to let go of those illicit feelings.
I’d nibbled breakfast in the dining hall, enjoying the hyperwarp lights outside the windows. I went to the spa after lunch and enjoyed the most luxurious treatment of my life. Then I’d explored some more and hunted for any ounce of distracting entertainment available.
Despite all the options, my mind endlessly wandered back to color-changing eyes, silver scales, and daunting horns. He wasn’t in the room when I woke up. He wasn’t at breakfast, and when I met my dad for lunch, there was no sign of him.
