Yes, we probably look comical, and no I won’t go into detail as to how Otis and I make it to the bedroom, but suffice it to say, he has me clasped to him and I am well and truly impaled still.
“Easy does it,” he says as he rolls us both gently onto the mattress, me in front, him behind and he spoons me against his belly. We lie there and bit by bit, I feel his knot deflate. The occasional flex of his cock inside me makes my pussy ripple with pleasure.
Meanwhile, he kisses the back of my neck, big green fingers pulling aside the thick straight curtain of my hair.
“I love your hair,” he whispers, a tusk nudging my neck.
Finally, he eases his cock out of me, and I turn toward him and snuggle in.
His red eyes are dreamy as he kisses me tenderly. I’m getting used to the feel of his smooth tusks moving on either side of my face. It adds an extra something. Our tongues tangle lazily, and I run a hand over his short hair.
“I’ve wanted to ruffle your hair since I met you,” I murmur. As though it wasn’t just two days ago, but months. “It’s weird, but I feel I’ve known you forever,” I add softly.
“Me too. I guess we’re not behaving in the most professional way,” he says ruefully.
“Who cares? I arrived for my first day at work in a bikini. We got off to an auspicious start, so I guess we should carry on that way.”
“Yeah, well, confession time, you turned me on as soon as I set eyes on you. And that, I can assure you, hasn’t happened in a long time.”
I curl my fingers into the fine dark green hairs in the center of his chest. The rest of his pecs are velvet smooth, his nipples, interestingly, are dark red. Not green. Will I ever cease to be fascinated by our differences? I hope not.
“So no, erm, girlfriend for a while?” I ask innocently, knowing full well from Tippy’s gossip that there hasn’t been, but wanting to hear his side of things.
“Nope. I had a fiancée, but we split two years ago.”
“Ah, and you’ve been single ever since?”
“Yep.”
“Did she… did you… I mean, was it mutual?”
“No. She left me. And yeah, I did the heartbroken thing, buried myself in my work. Until I realized she wasn’t worth my heartbreak. And no-one has made me feel anything since, until you appeared in my life and—BOOM. It was immediate.”
“Same.” I smirk, burying my nose in his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “You? Boyfriends, girlfriends?”
“No-one really, ever. A few months, you know, at most. Sparkle guys are not… generally good at sticking around. Maybe it’s because few of us can get pregnant. Folks aren’t willing to invest in a relationship because, you know, no guarantees.” I realize suddenly that contraception wasn’t even on our radar.And if Sammy could get pregnant to a minotaur… eek … I realize that the thought is not at all unpleasant. “We erm, kind of didn’t think about…you know…”
“Yeah. I apologize,” he says stiffly. “I have no diseases and erm… yeah. Orc-human pregnancies have not been recorded, so…”
“Human-minotaur pregnancies neither, I assume, until Sammy and Arlo.”
“Good point.” He grins.
“Won’t happen,” I say jauntily.
“Nah. Won’t. But if it did… I’d erm, be there. For you, and the youngling…”
I feel warmth nestle in my heart at his words, but then suddenly his nose twitches. He raises his head, alarm written on his features. “Shit, I completely forgot the cake was in the oven.”
He untangles himself from me, jumps up and strides out, completely naked, his still fluffed cock glistening with our shared pleasure.
I sit up and my pussy lets out a happy little squelching sound.
I go to the bathroom, clean myself up and throw on Otis’s shirt.
When I reach the kitchen, he’s just removed the cake from the oven. I admire his lean naked green butt. It’s sexy as all hell, seeing him in oven mitts, completely starkers.
