Then my jumpsuit hits the floor with a thump and his eyes find one particular spot to hone in on. He drops to his knees reverently, like he is going to worship the goddess I’ve become under his gaze.
His hands push my legs apart, each one big enough to encompass one of my knees, before sliding slowly up my inner thighs, his calluses scratching my sensitive skin deliciously. Leaning back againstthe wall—there’s no mirror behind the bathroom counter, which is so odd to me—I watch as Khur takes his time looking at my pussy, rubbing my inner thighs, and inhaling, his nostrils flaring wide. His mouth is slightly parted like he’s in awe. After a few more seconds, though, I start squirming, unable to hold still under his hungry gaze any longer. I may be confident, but I have my limits.
Khur must notice because he takes firm hold of each thigh, the tips of his clawed thumbs pricking my ass cheeks just enough to sting, and smirks at me.
“I will have to study this more later.” Then he spreads me with his wide hands and presses his thick tongue from my asshole to my clit.
I almost come off the counter from the force of my back bowing, a noise I’m embarrassed to hear coming from my mouth filling the room. I snap my mouth shut but can’t stop it from opening again when he slides that tongue deep into my pussy, swirling it around like he is licking the inside of an ice cream cone. He makes satisfied growls and hums as he laps at me hungrily. Then he works his way up to my clit again, his lower fangs pressing against my vulva in a way that is mind blowing, in the very literal sense because all I can do is chant his name as he pushes me higher and higher, until my orgasm crashes into me like a supernova. I’m completely empty-headed and blissed out as he licks me a few more times, as if savoring the taste, and then raises up off his knees to gather me to his chest.
“That was… amazing,” I say, repeating his words from earlier.
Wrapping my knees around his waist, I let him carry me under the hot stream of water. I barely notice the room has grown foggy with steam as he lowers me to my feet and I lean into him unsteadily.
“We can’t have sex. We’re moving slowly.” I sigh sleepily into his warm fur, fully aware we’ve slid way past “slow” at this point and say, “you can still help me wash if you want to, though.”
With a chuckle Khur reaches for the soap on the shower shelf, then gently starts rubbing my back and shoulders in small circles with soapy hands.
“I would love to take care of you, Destiny. All you ever have to do is ask.”
He gently bathes my back and front, taking extra care around my breasts, before handing me the soap to do my privates. I appreciate that. It’s been less than a week, after all. I’m not quitethatcomfortable yet. A little mystery, and all that…
I show him the human way to shampoo and condition my hair and he massages my scalp for a few minutes. As his claws scrape lightly against my head I reach my hands up to his scruff and dig my fingers in. I’m surprised that they meet pillows of soft, dry fur. I pull my fingers back in surprise and look up at him in wonder.
“You’re waterproof!” I say, not meaning to sound accusing but somehow still managing it. There's still so much I don't know about him. It's crazy to think about how I'm starting to feel.
“Water-repellant,” he clarifies, “and I’d rather not get too wet, since you don’t have any Dhugaren shampoo or hair oil in here.”
I pull my fingers back immediately, resting my flat hands against his sides. I understand, but I don’t want to stop touching him altogether, either. Where is the fun in that? He seems to recognize the gesture for what it is and smirks again like he did earlier. It’s confident and sexy and a bit smug. Like he knows I like him as much as he likes me and that makes him self-assured and pleased. I’d rather see smug Khurthan the Khur from earlier, who’d had a panic attack at the thought of leading me anywhere. I meant what I told him earlier, I’m happy to lead us wherever we might go, but I know he’s a natural leader, or was anyways. There’s glimpses of his old self that shine through sometimes, like now, as he hums and combs conditioner through my hair gently but efficiently. He looks so content, but also like he knows exactly what he’s doing, even though I’m quite sure he’s never done this before.
“How are you so good at that?” I sigh as he continues to run his claws gently over my scalp and down to the ends of my long, dark brown hair. The feeling is pure bliss.
“It feels natural to take care of you. I’ve never felt so right in my life, like I am right where I am supposed to be.”
Oh, my big guy. My heart is going to melt into a puddle if he keeps saying things like that.
“Me, too,” I manage to choke out, lamely. Khur just squeezes the moisture out of my hair and turns the water off. Soon, I’m wrapped in a microfiber towel that sucks the moisture off my skin and hair like magic. He uses a second towel to briskly pat down his outer layer of fur, but I can see it only picks up the spare drop that hasn’t rolled off his back already like a duck or a polar bear or something.
Actually, a polar bear isn’t too far off. He’s like my big cuddly polar bear, and I don’t hate it.
I slip on my same jumpsuit to wear back to my bedroom and get pajamas, and poor Khur has to wear the same one I may have made a mess on with my impromptu blow job earlier. He just shrugs and says he will take the maintenance halls and hope he doesn’t see anyone. My laugh is cut short by a jaw-cracking yawn and as we exit the bathroom,he leans down and presses his cheek against the top of my head in a tender, affectionate gesture.
“It’s getting late, I should return home.”
“Yeah, I’m ready to pass out now,” I reply sleepily, “but you better not wait three days before visiting me again.”
“I will come by and we can have lunch together the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow I want to talk to Josep about setting up a meeting with other maintenance teams.”
“Ok, see you then, my big, cuddly polar bear.” I must be a little slap happy if I’m making up stupid pet names. Wrapping my arms around him as much as I can, I bury my face in his scruff and speak a muffled farewell. We’re moving slow, and I’m trying to be smart and mature about this thing we’re building here, so I ignore the voice that says,ask him to stay the night, hell, ask him to stay forever. Also, we should probably get started on that stretching business because I can’t wait much longer to have that giant dong inside me.
My inner voice seems to have changed her tune, as well.
I float into the Supplies Station on clouds of endorphins the next morning. I’m still high off the happy chemicals produced by being wined and dined last night, it seems. I smile at every citizen I meet and give Furga a beaming grin when I walk through the tall archway into my fulfillment position.
“Well, your mood has improved, I see,” my friend grins cheekily from the other side of the counter. “Things went well with Khur, I take it?”
I keep smiling like the Cheshire Cat as I walk around the counter to stand next to her, but I’m definitely the type to kiss and tell, so before long I’m spilling all the beans. Well, perhaps keeping a few of the spicier details to myself, but giving her a rundown of my amazing date all the same.
“He’s just so thoughtful, and sweet. And sobigin a way I never thought I’d be into, but hoo-boy am I into it. I feel like a petite little princess every time I’m with him.”
