“Yes.” She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
FuckI was close. “Will you open your mouth for me when I come?”
She nodded, but maybe she thought I meant in the future when she came here, because she didn’t do it.
“I meant now. I’m close, and I want to see your tongue.”
Quickly, eagerly, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for me, and I could almost see splatters of my cum landing on the wet, pink surface.
“Fuck.” My hips jolted up, meeting my fist as I beat my cock through my climax, most of the mess landing on my chest and belly instead of inside my mate’s waiting mouth where it belonged.
Cora whimpered, still holding her tongue out for me as she watched me with wide eyes.
“That’s my good little wife,” I said, wishing I could pull her close and give her back all the pleasure she’d just given me. “Just what I needed.”
I didn’t keep her much longer. I could tell she was tired. But an hour after we ended the call, she sent me a rec that made me hard all over again.
Cora: Do you think your hands can do this, too?
It was demure, focused on her face, not her body or intimate places. But it was to the letter what I’d told her to do weeks before. The hum of a vibrating toy wasn’t loud enough to cover her sweet gasps and breathy moans. Her face softened as she neared her climax, her lips parting as she panted, and then she cried out, her body jerking. And then she turned the power on the toy up, and did it again.
Fuck.That was my mate. My wife. MyAneah.How was I supposed to get any work done ever again?
CHAPTER 15
CORA
I wokeup the next morning towaaaaaaytoo much money in my bank account. Like, I was probably on a government watch list with a deposit this size. At first, I thought it was Yiri’s appreciation for the video I finally sent him, which… was just crazy arrogant of me. I was swiftly humbled when I messaged him about it and realized he just had no concept of the conversion rates between Bion currency and US dollars. Apparently, the dollar is less than pocket lint in comparison to Bion credits. When I asked him what he wanted me to do with it, he just said it was for whatever I needed to move and to pay Andrew.
“Well, congratulations, Andy,” I said when he showed up to help me that morning. “You’re a millionaire.”
The week flew by so fast, but with the new budget, I had all the help I needed to pack my things and have them delivered for intergalactic shipping. I went to the required pre-transport physical exam, which wasn’t nearly as invasive as a checkup with a general practitioner. I was ushered into a smallish glass tube, fully clothed, and scanned with purple and orange lasers. The purple ones felt strangely cool, and the orange ones tickled a bit and made my hair a little frizzy, but fixed the catch in my wrist.
I met my first daernir in person. His name was Iqeo, and he was very polite and calm, and I thought if all the techs were as nice as him, I wouldn’t be worried at all about the trip. A physician, or the Bion 8KV version of one, he was from Ibaruta, one of the Venastean moons. He told me the scans showed me in perfectly good health for transport, although I was deficient in a few vitamins and minerals. He had me drink a liquid that tasted like mint and honey from a small glass, and said that another such concoction would be provided at the other end of my journey to bring my nutrient levels back where they should be.
“You’re husband will schedule follow-up physician visits for you in your new home city. Depending on your diet and a few other factors, they may or may not give you more supplements. Now I see that you’re on human birth control, and I recommend that you stop that immediately. It is terrible for your long-term fertility and overall health.”
“Oh,” I said, frowning. “Um. But I don’t think I want to have children immediately. I’d like to get to know Yi—um… my husband, first.”
“Of course,” Iqeo said. “But our birth control is much safer. I can give you your first dose today, if you like. It lasts for six months. Once you have a frame set up with your nexus core, all your medical data will be uploaded, and it will remind you when it’s time for another dose. There is a drug to reverse its effects if you change your mind sometime in the duration, but most simply don’t take their follow-up dose when they’re ready to conceive.”
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do that then.”
Iqeo opened a small glass container, withdrew a thin… patch thing. It was pink and looked like a silicone bandage the size of a nickel. He placed it on the back of my hand and smoothed it on with a gloved thumb. The patchmelted into my skin. It justdissolved, completely absorbed until I couldn’t tell it had ever been there.
“All set,” Iqeo said pleasantly. “I hope you have a pleasant trip, and best wishes for your marriage.”
“That’s it?” I blinked.
“Yes,” he said, smiling. “No pill every day. No shot or implant.”
“Wow,” I said, amazed. “Earth medicine sucks.”
“We’re trying to share what knowledge we can,” he said. “But these things take time. Hopefully, human women will have a much easier time soon. And of course, the male birth control option is just as easy to administer.”
Wow. Just wow.
The scariest part of the visit was being implanted with a translator. There was another tube to stand in, but this one had arm andneckrestraints, which Iqeo said were nothing to worry about, only there as a precaution in case I panicked. Super comforting. Once I was strapped in and the tube descended around me, an apparatus lowered down beside my skull with a needle so thin and fine I almost couldn’t see it, aimed right at my temple.
