Taking her hand, I guided her down the hall until we reached the quarters we had been assigned. Leigh giggled as I drew herinto the room behind me and closed the door, pressing a button on the panel to the left of it. The locking mechanism clicked into place, and I heard Leigh gasp. The aroma of her arousal filled the room; she knew what was coming.
“T’raat, are we really gonna do this in the middle of a rescue mission?” Her voice was husky, her face flushed.
“I have been a poortyr’il,” I said as I drew her into my arms. “For you to doubt yourself over a measly lack of hooters. If I must tell you a thousand times how much I love your two, then that is what I shall do.”
“You can tell me you love my tits without cornering me in a space bedroom.” Her protest seemed empty, as she did nothing to try to escape my grasp.
“I also wished to show you.” I started inching her back towards the bed. Leigh’s laughter filled the room, though it did not sound like it was born of derision. She sounded happy, contented, and I welcomed any such sounds from her delicate throat. “But I cannot show you how glorious your hooters are when you keep them covered like this.” I removed her outer garments, all three layers, until her chest lay bare before me.
Slowly, gently, I advanced until she had no choice but to sit on the bed with her neck craned to look up at me. From this vantage point, I could see the twin swells of her teats rising and falling with each panted breath. Myn’rilhardened at the sight, and I knelt at her feet to gaze up at my prize, at the human woman who had so entranced me from the moment I landed on Earth. “I could not even fathom a world in which you were not mine. Not here, not Xalan, not any of the thousands of planets in between. This would not change if you had only one hooter, or none. So long as you are mine, and you allow me to be yours, my life will be full and myn’rilsated.”
Her eyes grew wet with unspilled tears, and she threw herself at me. Her hooters pressed to my face as she hugged me tightly.
“T’raat, that’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me!”
I grinned and kissed each hooter before returning her gaze. “If this is the result of saying beautiful things, I must make an effort to say something beautiful every chance I get.”
A soft beeping interrupted our moment, and I cursed in Xalanite. I pressed the communications button at the bedside, grumbling out a “What?”
H’rran answered. “We will arrive at our destination in one Earth time unit.”
“Excellent. Notify the others that we are not to be disturbed until then.” I jammed my fist into the console, disabling the device. “Leigh, my heart, I believe I have recovered from our earlier sexing. I wish to have more.”
“More?” she shrieked as I tackled her back onto the bed. “T’raat, we only have an hour!”
“Would you rather spend that hour with me, or would you prefer to spend it staring at H’rran’s teats?” I growled, wrestling with the fastenings of her leg coverings.
“You,” she said breathily. Leigh assisted me in removing her remaining garments, after which we hurried to remove mine. My uppern’rillicked her wrist when she gripped my lower appendage to apply thezi’inI handed her, inciting a peal of laughter. “That tickles!”
“Is tickle good or bad?” I asked, easing myself into her.
“It’s—ah!—I guess it … depends on … who’s doing … the tickling.” Her words were stilted as I interrupted with repeated thrusts into her. She gripped my shoulders with her hands and wrapped her long legs around my waist, locking me to her almost as effectively as my knot was about to.
Minutes later, when my knot did indeed swell inside her, Leigh sighed blissfully.
“T’raat … Your knot … It means we’re … bonded, right?”
I nuzzled her neck and licked and nibbled the soft skin there. “Yes. Xalanite knots do not appear unless the male is bonded to the female. Unless they are …” I paused in my words, though my hips maintained their onslaught. “I cannot find a human word that fits other than ‘mated.’ I know you do not like that word or its contextual implications.”
Leigh stroked my hair, holding my head to her. “And you guys mark as part of the, um, mating process?”
“Yes, but I do not wish to mark you as Xalanites mark each other. My fangs would damage your delicate skin, so I do not wish to bite you.”
A moan escaped her lips as I kissed her neck. “There’s another way,” she said.
Another way to mark? I looked searchingly into her eyes. “How?”
She ran her fingers over my gills, and I shuddered with delight. “My skin is delicate enough to mark it by sucking on it.” Leigh demonstrated by licking and sucking gently on the skin around my gills. “If you suck my neck hard enough, it’ll leave a special kind of bruise. We call it a hickey. It’s not permanent, but it will definitely tell any human who sees it that I’m yours.”
Interesting. “I just … suck?”
Leigh giggled. “You don’tjustsuck. You kiss my neck, like you’ve been doing. Just add a little suction while you do it.”
Human sexual relations were complicated. I had much to learn, it seemed, though if there were more activities as pleasurable as titty fucking and blowjobs, I was willing to attempt them. Anything for Leigh.
I slowed my feverish thrusting to allow myself to focus on Leigh’s neck. I started much like I had been, licking and nipping, taking care not to breach her skin with my fangs. When her increased moans indicated success, I added the suction, as she had mentioned. It surprised me how erotic the act was to medespite not providing any direct stimulation to my own body. I devoured her neck much like I had her delicious pussy, and all the while Leigh touched and licked my gills.
Our dalliance ended abruptly when a siren sounded out in the ship’s corridor. My knot deflated as alarm rose in me, and I slid out of my love.
