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?"
"A whole heck of a lot, I'm guessing," I tease back. I rub my breast against his palm, because he feels so good and I've missed his touch. "No pain?"
"None," he agrees, kissing down my throat. An impatient hand tears at my tunic. "And you are far too clothed."
I chuckle, worming out of his grasp. "I love you, but you need to shower and eat before we get frisky."
Victor immediately drags me back into bed the moment I get free. "Mate now, eat later."
I push lightly at his chest. "Bathe and eat now," I say firmly. "For one, you've eaten hardly anything in days and you need your strength. And two—I've been putting salve all over that cock of yours for the last few days and if it has numbing properties, I don't want it inside me. Understand?"
That makes him pause. He groans, burying his face against my neck again and snuffling. "Fine," he murmurs. "Bathe now. Shove food into mouth. Then mate my female."
Happiness clogs my throat, preventing words. He feels better, and we can be together. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly, and to realize that my dreams are coming true is overwhelming. When he holds onto me for a bit longer, I stay in his arms, just because I can. Just because it's the place I'm meant to be.
After a few minutes of uninterrupted snuggling, though, Victor's lazy kisses grow insistent. "Shower," I remind him with a pat. "I'll make you something to eat."
I head into the kitchen, my happiness still bubbling over. That happiness slides into amusement when Victor's shower seems to go on for forever. I'm guessing that he's touching that newly smoothed cock of his just because he can. Part of me wants to jump into the shower and interrupt (or help out), but I give him time, instead. If I had strange changes to my private areas, I'd probably be exploring them too.
If nothing else, I'd want to make sure everything was working properly.
So I sit as patiently as I can and try not to think too much about sex. About how Victor had his cock modified for me, and about how he's going to take me into our bed and push his big, thick length into me for the first time. He's going to fill up all the empty, aching places that I try to ignore when we touch each other, and even though I try to focus, I'm still thinking about sex after all. I imagine him touching himself, stroking his shaft, his taut mouth open just slightly with the wonder of how good it feels. Is he squeezing as he strokes? Or is this all new to him? I picture him pleasuring himself, and it takes everything I have not to get up and rush into the lavatory to “assist.”
I press my hands between my thighs and I'm not surprised to find myself wet. So much for not thinking about sex. By the time the water shuts off, I'm practically squirming in my chair. The door to the lavatory opens and Victor steps out, a towel around his hips, his expression dazed. His nose twitches as he moves forward, and then his gaze locks on me. "Bee…"
"Feel better?" I ask, my voice husky.
He groans, moving toward me. I jump to my feet, breathless with anticipation, and when he scoops me up in his arms and the towel drops to the floor, my heart flutters with excitement. "I can smell your need," he growls, hitching my body up against his chest as he hefts me up by the buttocks. "It's perfuming the entire house."
"I was trying to be patient," I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my breasts to his wet front. I don't even care that he hasn't toweled off all that well. He's here and he's mine and I want him. "But then I figured you were touching yourself in the shower and I couldn't stop thinking about that, and it turned me on."
"You should have joined me," Victor says as he crosses into the bedroom. "I would have welcomed it."
"I wanted you to be the first one to give it a test drive. Does it feel good?"
The sound he makes is so erotic, my toes curl. "Sensitive," he rasps, laying me down on the bed. "So keffing sensitive."
"Then it'll feel good when you finally take me, won't it?" I sit up on the bed, putting a hand to his damp chest. He's naked, the towel forgotten in the living area. "But you should eat first."
Victor shakes his head. "Claim my mate. Then eat. I've waited long enough."
I'm about to argue, but the heated need in his gaze sweeps the breath from my lungs. "Are you…so soon? Do you need a moment?"
"I need you," he says hungrily. He puts a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back onto the bed, and kisses me. His mouth is urgent, his tongue demanding as he licks into my mouth, claiming me for his own. All his need is in his kiss, and when he moves over me, I can feel the prod of his cock against my leg.
That didn't take long at all. He's hard as stone already.
When his mouth lifts from mine, I nip at his lower lip, as ravenous for more as he is. "Okay, you've convinced me. Sex now, please."
He grins, then leans in to kiss me again. The moment he does, he slips his hand into the loose waist of my pants and seeks my pussy. I'm wet and slippery already, and when he groans against my mouth, I pant with sheer need. "How did you ever think you were unable to get aroused? Look at how wet you are for me."
"I guess I needed a champion." I rock against his fingers. "Help me undress?"
Victor's eyes flare with hunger, and he grabs at my tunic. Quickly, I realize he's impatient enough that I'm going to end up with a lot of ripped clothing, so I squirm out from under him, undressing as I go. My tunic is a pretty pink one with embroidered flowers and a delicately scalloped hem and I want to keep it. Pretty, feminine tunics are part of my armor.
I get to my feet, stripping, and Victor is right there with me, his hands all over my body. I moan with impatience, undressing as quickly as possible. When I shimmy my pants down my thighs, Victor grabs my hips and rubs his cock against my backside, and I nearly fall on the bed with how good it feels. My knees get weak, and I practically stumble out of my pants, kicking them aside. "Do that again."
"Bee…stars, you feel so keffing good. I've imagined taking you a hundred different ways, but I never thought it'd feel so keffing intense." He drags his cock against the cleft of my buttocks again, and it makes me want to squirm with just how badly I need him, need this. I move forward slightly, my hands on the edge of the bed as I angle my backside into the air.
"Want to do it like this?" I ask, breathless. "From behind? Or do you want face to face?"
"I want all of it," he groans, sounding pained with need. One big hand skims up my spine, then hauls me back to rub my bottom against his cock again. "You pick. I can't think. Just…need to be in you already."
Oh god, I want that, too. I want that so bad I'm trembling. So I climb forward on the mattress, get on my hands and knees, and tilt forward, thrusting my ass into the air, presenting to him. "Please."