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“If you want this head,” he whispers, tapping his temple, “then take this head first.”
He nods down at his cock.
“Have you looked at yourself and then me and thought about it for more than the time it takes the blood to rush down there?” I ask him, offering my shoulder for him to lean on. I’m conveniently crutch height to him, not exactly the optimal size difference for fucking. As a lifetime member of the ‘tall girl’ club, I’m experiencing life from a whole new perspective. Too small, for once? Imagine that.
He’s careful not to put too much weight on me, and we make our way toward the bathroom.
“Many times.”
“You’re going to ignore the—” I’m about to say ‘elephant in the room,’ but it’s meaningless to him. So instead I say, “You’re huge.”
“I’m not a virgin, you know,” he says. “I do love to hear you talk about my cock like that, but I shouldn’t keep teasing you if my life is on the line. I’ve fucked a number of females, and even a few males. So far, none have perished.”
“But were they human-sized?” I think my head’s gonna burn off at this point. He pauses to lean on the doorway while I open the shower door and get it turned on.
He shrugs. “Some were… vaguely so, yes. But Kaye, you shouldn’t worry about it. This union is blessed by the spirit. And I have every intention of making youveryprepared.”
Cowardly as I am, I keep my gaze on my hands as I cup them beneath the spray. He keeps talking while I test the temperature level.
“When you’re soaked between the legs and crying out for more, I doubt the size will matter. It’s all in how you feel. When I fill you up, neither of us will be squabbling over measurements. I would never push your limits without making you ask nicely for it first.”
I cough inadvertently. My gauge on temperatures might be skewed by the heat suddenly flowing through me. So he’s got his gentle touch, that harsh attitude, and little penchant for dominance? I’m far from a virgin myself, so why do I feel like one at the mere thought?
“It’s ready,” I say. When I turn around, he’s discarded the barely there undergarment, having replaced it with his hands folded neatly over his crotch. The way he leans against the wall, his perfect body on display with that bemused expression…
“I wouldn’t want to make you faint at the sight of it,” he teases before sauntering toward me.
There was really no need for me to help him walk, I suppose.
He climbs in, and the water that hits the drain immediately swirls with a mixture of ugly colors. I close the door for him, catching a glance at the firmest gray ass cheeks I’ve ever seen. Those buns look carved from stone, and they make me want to have a fit of giggles.
“All teasing aside,” he goes on chatting at me from the shower, “I can have my way with you tonight without claiming your cunt, if you’re nervous about it.”
“I’m being dramatic,” I say. “We can… try.”
He’s quiet for a moment, which makes my stomach twist up. Is he disappointed? If that’s all he’s been thinking about, will it ruin the mood if I’m reluctant to actually fuck him right now? Maybe my nerves are uncalled for, but going from years without sex to that monster package is a serious situation.
“That’s the second time you’ve called yourself dramatic for wanting to back out of sexual favors,” he finally says in a deadly tone. “Do I want to ask why that is? Or will it make me want to murder someone?”
I blink.
“Wh-wha—”
“It’s not dramatic to want absolute consent between lovers,” he says. “You were right before that it isn’t fair for me to smell your arousal if you don’t care to share it with me. Doesn’t mean I care to play fair. In any case, there are a thousand things I could do to you that don’t involve my cock inside your delicious little hole.”
Kalla’s take on ethics is truly dizzying, but his commitment to my comfort makes me more confident about jumping headfirst into this matebond with him. I creep over to the shower and crack the door, poking my head in to show him my smile.
His perturbed expression transforms to one of happy surprise at seeing my face invading his privacy. With his damp, silvery hair stuck to his head and the water pouring down over him, the word beautiful would be more apt to describe him than merely handsome. Stripped of his gloves, his high-tech armor, and his grim expression, I could almost imagine he’s a nymph from a fairytale.
“Like what you see?”
“I wanted to say thank you for saying that,” I tell him, braving a single glance at his cock. It’s enormous, and it’s not even hard. “And I like it very much.”
He snorts, eyes flexing darker for a breath. “You dodged the more important question. Why should I have to give you permission to refuse my cock? Is there a story there?”
I lean back against the wall, leaving the door cracked. I can’t see his face now as I say, “You already made a promise, and it’s ancient history. There are a lot of uncomfortable things that happen when a sexual relationship dies a slow, painful death.”
Another disturbing silence. The sound of flowing water stops, leaving just the sputtering of drips hitting the floor. I wince at the thought of him slamming open the door, but instead, he’s eerily careful as he pushes open the stall to step out. Now that he stands in front of me, I feel the full force of his angry, naked aura. His black pupils are blown. Not even a hint of silver or white remains.
