“Are you certain?”
I nodded, breathless, and he slid inside.
Good God, he felt amazing! I shuddered and clenched around him as he vibrated inside me. N’kal started off slow, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The push and pull was intoxicating, the added clitoral stimulation from his bonus attachment was phenomenal, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I fought to keep my wits. All I wanted to do was give in, but I knew that was dangerous.
“Fuck danger. Give me more.”
I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud until N’kal grinned against my lips and picked up the pace. He thrusted so hard I saw stars, and I whined and whimpered as my orgasm barreled to the surface. I bucked back into him, and our hips met withsuch force I thought I might bruise. I shrieked and screamed and came so hard I think I blacked out for a second or two.
When I came to, N’kal was still buried to the hilt inside me, though his expression was one of concern, not arousal.
“Are you all right, Timber? Did I hurt you?”
“Huh?” I was so damn stunned I could barely understand his questions. “I’m—I’m fine. That was just ... intense.”
“Is intense bad?”
“No!” I ground my hips against him, reigniting a flame that hadn’t yet been extinguished. “More.”
And he gave me more, so much more that we missed dinner completely and had to order room service to refuel once he had finally sated me.
Chapter 10
N’kal
Mating with Timber was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Never before had I mated with feeling, with emotions, with my hearts.
This human cared for me. She wanted to protect me, to keep me safe, and she made every effort to help me feel comfortable on this planet. She fed and clothed me, and she kept me company in an otherwise lonely situation.
She also mated like a wilddizka.
After we ate, she allowed me to share the bed with her again, but this time she did not protest my touch. Instead, she held me close, much like she had after the nightmare. Thankfully, such dreams did not plague her that night.
In the morning, Timber woke in a more pleasant mood than usual, ordering room service for breakfast and offering to take me to some “panels” for human programs I might enjoy. Apparently, the mating programs I liked did not have panels atthis convention, though she offered to rent a program for us to watch later in the evening if I wished.
I told her with all honesty that I would rather mate with her than watch a program on mating. Such programs had lost my interest when I realized what true mating with a human was like.
While we perused a pamphlet listing the con’s activities, an idea began to form in my mind.
“Timber, how do I obtain employment here on Earth?”
She coughed and choked on her bitter bean drink. I patted her back to help her clear her lungs. Once she recovered, she cleared her throat before she began.
“For one thing, you’d need to be here legally. You’d have to get a travel visa from your planet—signed by your leader, your father—so you couldn’t be deported. Then, you’d need some kind of schooling. I don’t doubt that you’re smart, and I’m sure you’ve had the Xalanite equivalent of college or whatever, but here you need a degree for the kind of work you did on Xalan. Finally, you’d need a work permit, paperwork allowing you to get a job while you’re here. All of that, of course, can lead to citizenship if that’s what you want. It could take years, N’kal.”
I pondered her words. “So, if my father allowed me to stay, and I could go to a school, and I could get a permit, I could stay and work here.”
“Technically, yes …” she said, though her response was hesitant.
“Perfect!” I chirped. I picked her phone off the table and began to tap at the screen. It was difficult with scaled fingers, as their devices were designed for skin-to-screen contact, but I finally managed to bypass some of the phone’s default settings to set up a rudimentary interstellar communications channel, using my internal nanites and implants to augment the signal.
“N’kal,” she said, her tone firm, “what are you doing?”
I held the phone to my ear as I had seen her do many times, waiting for my contact to answer. “I am—How does the old Earth program put it?—phoning home.”
“Wait up! You can use my cheap-ass burner phone to call Xalan.”
“Of course.” I tapped my fingers on the small table as I waited for a response. “I have devices implanted to assist in long-distance communications. Your device simply gives me a way to direct my ‘call’ to the proper person.”
