“How far does it go down?” I asked, leaning forward over the end of the walkway. It looked like one of those parking garages that had the spiral drive that went all the way up to the roof, except in place of the parking areas, it was the enclosures.
“I’m not sure. They keep the aquatics at the bottom so you can view them underwater through the glass.”
I all but dragged Rema to the first enclosure, where a pink predator prowled around in a lush rainforest, stalking up a fallen log to plop down with its feet dangling for a nap. It was dappled with white spots on its silky coat, with four long legs ending in three clawed toes that reminded me of an anteaters. Though its face was all big cat, complete with killing teeth it displayed with a wide yawn. It was roughly the size of an elephant, and they’d built its enclosure to accommodate it. The rainforest stretched far above us, the trees ancient and wide. The glass at the front was at least half a mile wide before it butted up against the next enclosure.
“That is a Aythera, a native of Solaris. The underbrush there is the same pink of its fur, so it camouflages perfectly.”
Oh great, another jungle. And we were going to go marching through that jungle with this massive predator walking around? I was going to need a bigger gun.
We moved through the zoo with Rema playing zoologist for me, giving me random facts about each animal. There were some true horrors here, creatures with too many limbs and too many eyes. There had been a flying snake with two heads that was going to keep me up at night. It had been as big around as a bus, and its length had stretched entirely too long. The way it had watched us as we watched it, with far too much intelligence in its eyes, had given me the creeps.
It took close to three hours to reach the bottom of the zoo, where the aquarium was set up like those massive shark tanks back on Earth, the ones where you can sit and watch the sharks swim around. Only these shark-like creatures made blue whales look like goldfish and the tank they were swimming in was roughly the size of a city.
A gargantuan swimming fish with splayed teeth and waving tentacles around pointed heads swam slowly around where we sat in ascending stone bleachers situated in a cone shape in the center of the room. Rema chose a spot at the top, tucked away in the dark a good distance from most of the other guests. There was soft music playing, loud enough it created a sense of privacy.
“Holy shit. That swims in the oceans?”
Rema wrapped his right arms around me, chuckling at the horror in my voice. “Yes, though Turtora are rather docile. I don’t think there has ever been an incident where they’ve eaten someone before. We are too small.”
Well fuck that. I don’t care what anyone says. I wasn’t ever getting in the water on this planet. I cuddled close to him, dropping my head to his chest when his arms tightened around me.
It was dark down here, with the eerie blue from the water the only light. So when Rema tipped my face up to his with the touch of his hand to kiss me, no one saw me smile. I opened to him,shivering as our tongues met. He tasted like the tea he’d drank earlier and fall spices, his lips soft against mine.
I was expecting this to be a sweet sort of mini makeout sesh, so when his hand dipped between my thighs to cup me through the fabric of my dress it startled a shocked moan out of me that Rema quickly smothered by deepening the kiss. I widened my legs to give him better access, running my hands up the soft fabric of his tunic to clutch at his shoulders, and hoping he’d gather the excess material up to get to the skin underneath, but he stayed where he was. Another of his hands slipped inside the low neckline to palm one of my breasts. My nipples tightened, rubbing against his hand until I couldn’t stand it and thrust my chest harder against him.
He smiled against my mouth and obliged me, pinching my nipple and rolling it with just enough pressure to sting until he suddenly pulled his hand away. I started to protest against his mouth, about to tell him not to stop, when he jerked me up by my waist, tugging me until I straddled him. The skirt of my dress rode up my thighs to pool around us and I stopped kissing him to look around.
There were two Neldres below us, standing close to the glass to watch the fish, but I couldn’t see anyone else seated anywhere near us.
Rema chuckled, pulling me down hard to grind his cock into me, the texture of his pants adding friction where my naked skin met cloth. I wasn’t wearing panties under this dress, and I didn’t think Rema had noticed yet.
“No one can see us up here, Patty.”
I looked back at him, thankful for my improved night vision or I’d have missed the smuggest, horniest look this male had ever given me. His fangs flashed in a wide cocky grin, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Who are you and what have you done with my Rema?”
His smile widened as he thrust up once, pulling me into it. I had to bite my lip to stop the moan the action caused, ignoring the flowers that bloomed along my shoulders. My clit was pressing against a seam on his pants, and between that and the stiff hardness of his cock it was all kinds of perfect. I was wet, and probably soaking his pants, but he hadn’t noticed that yet either. All the blood must have left his upstairs brain.
“It's our wedding day,” he said by way of explanation.
I shifted into a better position, with my knees on either side of his hips and placed a hand over his throat, just under his jaw, to lean his head back. I ran my lips up his neck, licking as I went. “And you want another taste before the main course, huh?” I asked into his ear.
He swallowed hard against my hand, his eyes searching my face. “Yes.”
I knew my smile had turned sharp and predatory by the nervous anticipation that wove through his arousal, adding little starbursts of sweetness to his spicy taste, like popping a packet of pop rocks right after taking a sip of chai latte.
His cock was a thick heat under my ass, and I sat back down to rock over him. “You have to ask, Rema. Ask me,” I demanded quietly, tightening my hold on his neck.
He shivered, closing his eyes as I rocked harder. “Can I taste you again?”
I was a little surprised he’d asked for that instead of a blow job, but then this was Rema, and he wanted to please me above himself. But I thought I might have a better idea, one that would get us off together. It would be riding the edge of danger, something that could easily turn into us fucking for the first time in a public zoo, but wouldn’t that be a fun story to tell?
“No. I don’t think so.”
Rema’s eyes flashed open, confusion rising in their depths as his hands tightened on my hips. “No?” he asked, his voicesuddenly dropping several octaves. There was a growl in there somewhere.
Goosebumps spread along my skin at the hint of dominance, the switch coming hard and fast. Oh wow, I was going to love playing with this male.
