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.
I retrieve the food dish from the sled itself and glance over at my mate. "I still don't know why we're bringing food to Lord va'Rin. He can afford to feed himself."
"It's called 'manners,' Victor. When I grew up, you didn't visit company without bringing a dish. Doesn't matter how rich the company is." She smiles up at me with that delightful, managing smile of hers and loops her hand into the crook of my arm. "And you're just fussing because you're nervous to meet Mycrul."
"Maybe," I grumble. "But…what if he wants to fight?" I don't know if I want to fight another version of myself. It is one thing to be my mate's protector and to guard her office, to loom threateningly over males that are abusing their females. We've had a few incidents since Bee started her job that have made me glad for my fearsome demeanor and massive size, because those keep most in line without having to resort to violence. But this Mycrul…I don't know what to think.
"He won't want to fight," Bee reassures me. "Mina says he's very gentle now. I told you he works with animals for a living, right? Mina said he's almost finished with the first level of testing to be an apprentice animal-medic. Stock-medic." Her nose wrinkles as she thinks. "Whatever they call it here. A veterinarian."
I grunt. "You sound proud of him."
She smacks my arm. "Be nice. The social worker in me is just pleased he has an outlet for his energy, like you."
Do I have an outlet? I think about my mate, and how she rode my tusks as I licked her cunt before work this morning and then laid her on her back and pumped her full of seed until she was crying out my name. It was rather enjoyable, now that she mentions it, but I do not see what it has to do with Mycrul and his animals. "I guess."
"Don't be nervous," she reassures me. "I talked to Mina a little and she said he's very excited to meet you."
Which is why we are heading to dinner at Lord va'Rin's estate, with a dish of stewed veg under my arm, in my most uncomfortable tunic, instead of reading a book at home with Bee and then making my mate come at least twice under my ministrations. "We shall see."
I am silent as we pass the guards, several of whom I recognize from my time in my cell, back before they let Bee come in to greet me. Those days seem very long ago, and I wonder what my life would be like if my female had not turned her charm on and decided that I needed a friend, and that friend was her. My life is completely different now, my days filled with guarding Bee and the humans that visit her, and my nights filled with pleasuring my mate and enjoying her company. I never even think of championships or gladiator duels.
Maybe that is why I am nervous to meet Mycrul, I think, as we are escorted in by a uniformed servant, dressed in the house colors and symbols of Lord va'Rin. I am happy and I do not want him to drag me into a life that I have unpleasant memories of but have never experienced.
As if she can sense my unease, Bee squeezes my arm. "It's going to be fine, love. Wait and see."
We step inside the grand foyer of Lord va'Rin's house, admire the artwork he has on display (including a large portrait of him, his small, red-haired mate and their equally small children), greet the lord and his mate when they arrive, and I hand the dish of food over to Milly va'Rin.