He squeezes my hand, looking relieved. “If you change your mind...”
“We’ll talk about it. I know. Same for you.” I lean in and kiss him, my affection for him building into fresh desire. Maybe I am a good teacher, because this whole curriculum is definitely working. I let him know I’m ready for him again with my lips and tongue, and with a growl, he rolls on top of me.
He wasn’t kidding about his stamina. I blow his mind a little when I show him some different positions. We go two more times before I have to beg out because I don’t want to be too sore tomorrow. My legs are so shaky, he has to carry me to the shower, where his camouflage turns him the same color as the tiles.
“You look good in blue,” I say admiringly.
“It matches my joy,” he says, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. “I’m glad you can see it on my skin.”
Then he washes his come off my belly and back and thighs, complaining the whole time about his scent going down the drain.
“I have a feeling I smell like you no matter how much soap you use,” I assure him, still tingly and oversensitive from more orgasms in one day than I’ve ever had.
He looks one part sulky, two parts smug. “Stay in our quarters until I fill you up again.”
I laugh. “Nice try, but no. Everyone saw you caveman-king me to our quarters, so they know I’m yours even if they can’t smell you on me.”
“Good,” he grunts, turning to the side to display his bicep where some faint scratches show. “They will know I’m yours as well.”
“Good,” I echo. I return the favor and wash him, enjoying the slide of soap over his well-developed muscles. His dick is still trying to do things.
He groans when I palm him, looming over me to lean against the shower wall. “What you want from me? Ask me anything, and right now, I would give it to you.”
“Pretty sure you already did,” I tease. We finish in the shower—okay, we finishtwicein the shower because I’m weak for what he can do with that tongue. If I’m keeping count of the good things about Usuri, we can add endless hot water to the top of the list, right underneath the Energizer alien dick that keeps going and going.
“I must attend my duties,” Nik says regretfully, after we’ve dried off and gotten turned on again by taking turns rubbing lotion all over each other. My breasts have never been so well-moisturized. He buckles on his weapons and straps down his cock, then pulls on his trousers. “If you go out, stay with Aqen. I’ll return for lastmeal.”
I yawn and stretch, luxuriating in the brush of soft furs against my naked, sensitized skin. “I think I’m going to nap. I have a feeling you’re going to keep me up all night.”
“My queen is very wise,” Nik says gravely, bending over the bed to kiss my forehead and pull the furs over me, tucking them in around my legs and feet.
I snuggle in after he leaves, but for some reason instead of feeling sleepy, I’m wired. My brain buzzes with curiosity about Usuri, my new home. What’s the weather like? Are there seasons? Are there any plants or animals that live here? I don’t know why, but it feels real now that I’m staying here. I’m going to be the queen of this planet and I don’t even know what it looks like, really!
When I hear Aqen’s feet scrape outside I throw on my layers of fur-lined clothes and yank the door open. “Hey, is there a window where I can see outside?”
He hesitates, turning a queasy yellow and then three shades of gray, giving away his surprise at the question and then his dismay at having to answer me. “No.”
His hesitation to answer says everything.
“You’re lying.”
He grimaces, the points of his teeth clicking together. “It’s not a lie. It is just not exactly the truth. There is a place, but it is not a window. Jara would not like you to go there without him.”
“Is it safe?”
He nods and shrugs in one gesture. “Safe enough, if you dress warmly and wear a breather.”
“I want to go. Can you get us breathers?”
He nods, although I can tell he’s reluctant to do something that he thinks Nik won’t like. He retrieves a couple breathers and returns to find me in my fur boots and hat, swimming in my four-armed tunic. He snorts when he sees me. “How are you going to climb the stairs in all that?”
“Stairs?”
He was right to ask. By the time we make it to the top of the spiral staircase in an area of the passages I haven’t been before, I’m sweating, my hat’s off, and he’s carrying about three layers of tunics that I’ve stripped off along the way.
When we reach the top, he waits, barely even out of breath, for me to reassemble my snowsuit. We both secure our breathers, and then he opens a set of doors to...a small room with another set of doors.
“Airlock,” he explains. He runs through some kind of procedure using the comm, and then the doors open, and I see Usuri for the first time.
