She sniffles and for a moment I think she might cry, but then she squares her shoulders and says, “It was, honestly. But I’ve spent a lot of time processing it. And a lot of time in therapy. And I’m good now. I hope wherever she is, she finally found happiness. If she even made it off Earth.”
She shrugs with finality and I get the sense that this is her final word on the matter, but I can’t help but selfishly ask one burning question.
“Is marriage usually a religious ritual for humans?”
Back is her shy smile, her knowing gaze. “Maybe for some. Not for me, though. The only requirement for me… is love.”
Her golden-brown eyes pierce me as the word floats between us. Is it love? Is it too soon? The word sits on the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken.
Then the timer on the food machine dings and the smell of a hardy Dhugaren breakfast fills the air.
“Khur! Is that biscuits and gravy?” Destiny squeals as she hops off the countertop, bouncing to her feet with exuberance.
“I do not know what that is.”
“This looks and smells very similar to a human dish. Come on, show me how to make the couches change position,” she says over her shoulder as she grabs both dishes and makes her way back to the common area, her luscious, wide hips swaying with her steps. She seems to want to move on from the heavy conversation, and I'm happy to take her lead.
I quickly show her the sequence to make a table rise between the seating and take the plates from her so she can hop over and get settled. Then I pass them back so I can do the same and we lapse into comfortable silence, punctuated by the sounds of Destiny eating. I swear eating meals with this woman will be the death of me. She's a very vocal eater. I sure hope it isn't a human thing. If other humans are as noisy as her at mealtimes, it would sound downright indecent—and that's coming from a Dhugaren! Every moan she makes travels straight to my cock and reminds me of the moan she made as I ran my tongue over her taut nipples. I’m not sure I even taste the food myself, too distracted trying to keep my cock from stabbing through the table.
Finally, Destiny licks her spoon clean—I almost come undone—and pushes her bowl away with a contented sigh. I look down to see I am finished with mine as well, and push it over next to hers. She pats her belly happily.
“That was fantastic. I think I’ll be able to remember that sequence, too. I’m going to make that every morning,” she says as she slides closer on the couch.
Laying her head on my shoulder, she reaches a hand up to the scruff puffing out of the top of my jumpsuit around my neck and runs her fingers through my fur. It’s my turn to moan as she combs my fur gently.
“This has been the perfect day. I don’t want it to end,” she whispers.
“Me either,” I admit, “but we will have another date in a few days.”
Destiny pops up, withdrawing her warmth from my side and stares at me accusingly. I am a bit shocked at the sudden change in her demeanor and regard her warily. I like that Destiny is forthright with her feelings, but I already miss her fingers combing through my scruff.
“A few days? No. Nope. Not gonna happen. Listen, Khur, you cannot go several days without speaking to me. I will think you don’t like me anymore. There’s a human term for it, called ghosting. Don’t ghost me.”
Ghosting. A very strange term, but I understand Destiny’s concerns. Those three days were misery for me, and for her as well, it seems. It gives me a sick thrill of pleasure I don’t examine too closely to hear that.
“I was told that absence makes humans grow fonder of people. Is this not the case?”
She snorts a little laugh. “Not this human.”
“Well you are my human. So we will not be playing ghosts ever again,” I say, purposefully botching the phrase and earning another snort-laugh in return, “now come back here.”
I grab her hand and place it back on my chest, then drag her closer by her waist. It’s so small in my huge hands, curving out to plush, round hips and an ass I want to squeeze for hours. Bending towards her, I make my intentions clear, staring deep into her golden-brown eyes before dipping down and kissing her, trying to make up for my lack of experience with passion. I can’t believe Dhugarens have never considered kissing before. It’s such a personal and sensual experience. Perhaps it would not work if both partners had fangs as big as mine. Destiny seems to like them, though. I can taste the pepperiness of dinner mixing with the sweetness of the inside of her mouth, and it makes me want to taste other things. My hand slips down the curve of her ass, enjoying every inch of roundness.
Destiny fists the fur at my scruff, using it to pull herself up and swing her leg around my lap, straddling me. We’re both panting as she rubs her crotch against my straining erection. She draws back briefly to look down between us, where our bodies are pressed together, with eyes full of heat and maybe a little fear.
“Ohhhfuck, Khur," she pants., "I’m not sure how it’s gonna fit, but I am nothing if not determined.”
She’s so much smaller than me, and I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that before.
“I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know that, big guy. I love how much bigger than me you are. We’ll make it work. Besides, we’re moving slow here, so we don’t have to worry about it today.”
“We do not have to worry about it, ever. I am happy to do whatever you are comfortable with,” I say as my cock twitches under her movements. I mean it, too. My hand would have to be sufficient.
“Whatever I’m comfortable with, huh?”
The look on her face is downright mischievous as she grinds her core down onto me. I am moments from combusting and embarrassing myself when she slides back off my lap and drops down onto the floor beneath the table. I’m confused as to why she’s on the floor, but she slides between my knees and all coherent thoughts escape me. I think my jumpsuit may burst at the seams as she presses those perfect breasts into me and reaches up to the top of the fastener. Ever so slowly she undoes the jumpsuit, revealing the thick hair on my chest that gets shorter the further she goes down.
