“But you are not in pain?”
I paused. My ass felt … cold, but fine. “Well, no.”
“Good.” He smiled and kissed me again. When he finally let me go—after slowly massaging thevritzinto my bruised butt—he gave me a very human wink. “I’d hate for you to experience discomfort later when you’re sitting on myn’ril.”
Chapter 6
T’raat
Leigh’s lips were just as soft as I envisioned. Her whole body was soft, even the firm curve of her buttocks beneath my hand as I applied thevritz. Xalanite women were not soft like this. This was an entirely new sensory experience.
I quite enjoyed it.
Unfortunately, I learned from Leigh that human women had a “three date rule” that must be followed prior to mating, and these dates must be on different solar days.
Three days until I could mate with her. Until I could sate my desires.
I could last three days. My poorn’ril, however, needed immediate relief. As soon as Leigh left after bringing me some dinner, I retired to my loft bed and stripped my clothing. Myn’rilhad been hard to the point of pain ever since I’d learned that Leigh was not rejecting me, and only one thing would relieve that pain:
Climax.
I did not know how it was for human males, but for us Xalanites, continued arousal without release was a most uncomfortable experience. The pain could be debilitating.
Lying down on the soft blankets Leigh had provided, I stretched out and took my lowern’rilin my hand. My hand was not as soft as Leigh’s, but I could envision what it might be like with her delicate fingers wrapped around me. With those soft lips wrapped around me, with her pink human tongue lapping circles around my head.
It was well known on Xalan that human women enjoyed providing stimulation through oral means. Xalanite women did not do this, but the human mating programs that we imported from Earth gave many examples of this type of act. The thought of Leigh kneeling in front of me, her blue eyes gazing up at me as she pleasured me … Myn’riltwitched in my hand, and I let out a small groan.
Visions of Leigh in various states of dress, in various positions on and around me, flooded my mind as I stroked myself. Since I had not yet seen her naked, I had to fill in some of my visions with images of human women from the mating programs. Sadly, it was not the same, as I knew that those women were performers. I wanted reality.
I wanted Leigh. Only Leigh.
Just as I realized this, myn’rildeflated. I could no longer maintain the arousal needed for release. Not only was it unfair to Leigh, who deserved all my focus on her, but it was … dishonest to myself. I knew I would never be with the performers. Leigh was who my hearts and myn’rilwanted. The performers were not.
Frustrated, I slipped on some lower coverings and stepped into my boots. I needed Leigh.
I made my way across the farm until I reached the house where Leigh and Harrison resided. I knew the sleeping rooms to be on the upper floor, though I did not know from the outside which room was Leigh’s. I climbed the trellis where her mother’s rosebushes grew and peered inside the first window, but sadly that room, it seemed, belonged to Harrison. The man slept in the nude, as evidenced by the lack of blankets covering him. I shuddered and backed away from the window before he could wake and catch me. I did not want an angry Harrison in any state of dress after me.
The second window I came to revealed mytyr’il, though to my dismay she wore a thick material covering her entire body. I tested the window and found it unlocked, so I quietly opened it and slipped inside.
Leigh’s clothing was soft beneath my fingers as I stroked her shoulder gently, afraid to wake her with too heavy a touch. I crouched at her bedside and stared at her sleeping face, marveling at her beauty. Her lips parted slightly, and her soft breath smelled tangy. I remembered her telling me of her people’s custom to rub their teeth and gums with mint paste in the evenings to cleanse them. The smell was pleasant, though I longed to taste it as well—if only to have my lips once again on hers.
I spent many time units staring at her as she slumbered, my fingers trailing through her golden hair. It was not the level of contact I desired, but I found the act soothing.
After some time, Leigh stirred and stretched. My jaw gaped as I watched her back arch, emphasizing the swell of her teats beneath the checkered fabric. I licked my lips, wishing I could touch those teats, but I knew for humans that was inappropriate without explicit permission.
“T’raat?” she murmured, her voice husky. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”
I stroked her hair once more, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “I missed you. I wished to see you.”
Leigh sat up with a yawn. “You couldn’t wait until the morning?”
“Myn’rilached without you. I needed to see you.”
“Your what?” She shook her head. “Never mind. Come on. Have a seat.” Leigh patted the bed next to her, and I sank into the mattress at her side. She leaned against my chest and wrapped her slender arms around my waist. I longed for her to touch other things, but I did not mention this.
“It’s sweet of you to come see me, but Dad will murder you if he finds you in here, especially in the middle of the night. From now on, you’ve gotta stay in the barn at night. Don’t come out here. He’ll be furious.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I could not sleep. I needed you.”
