For a brief moment, Seela flashes to mind but I push it down. I don't want her here. Not now, not while I'm in bed with someone else. Not ever, really. There's no point in thinking about someone who's long gone.
I gently slide out from under Rosie, careful not to wake her. She barely shifts as I climb out of bed. Just wraps herself around the pillow. I stand by the bed and watch her for a moment. She's so soft and round and rosy. A part of me wants to wrap myself around her again and enjoy the press of her against me.
But then my eyes catch the space between her legs and guilt slams through me. What had been all soft and pink the first time we were together is an angry red and swollen. A primal satisfaction wells up as I see my cum leaking out of her clenched hole. The trail of it lands on her leg, which is sticky with previous loads.
I did this to her. Disgust overtakes satisfaction as I think about the abuse I'd heaped on her body to make her so visibly sore. When I brush my fingers gently over the red flesh, Rosie groans and shifts away from me. What kind of monster am I?
Pulling away, I grab a blanket from the heap of them on the floor and drape it over her. I gather my pants and boots from the floor and slink out of her bedroom to leave her to her rest. I need a shower and to figure out how to make it up to the human.
Chapter 16
Rosie
My everything hurts. I shift and groan as my tense muscles pull. My pussy is throbbing and a kind of sore I've never imagined. I'm not even sure I can close my legs anymore.
That's when I realize Rexus isn't there. I'm completely alone in bed.
I don't like the sinking sensation that comes with that realization. We were both clear about what this is. Neither of us are looking for love or a relationship. So what is this hollow sensation all about?
The door slides open, and I clench the blanket around me. Which is ridiculous because we've been naked and fucked for days straight. He's seen me from pretty much every imaginable angle.
Rexus draws up short just inside the door. "You're awake."
I nod. My throat is dry and aches. I'm so dehydrated it isn't even funny. There's no way I'm moving from this bed until I've had at least a gallon of water. While I'd managed a couple of bathroom breaks during the fuck-a-thon, there hadn't been time for anything else.
"You were out for a while. I was beginning to worry. I brought things." He adjusts the bundle in his arms. When he pulls a metal bottle free, I could sob. Except, I can't because I'm pretty sure even my tear ducts are dried out right now.
I struggle into a sitting position and gladly take the bottle from him. The blanket pools at my waist as I sip at the water. I'm too tired, and modesty has gone out the window. The water is cool, and I fight not to gulp it. But it's been days since I've had anything, and I know enough to know that's a bad idea.
"We'll have to plan better before my next rut," Rexus says, setting the rest of his bundle down on the foot of the bed. It looks like a change of sheets. "Your needs were ignored."
I groan, unwilling to even consideranother rut at the moment. I'm still lying in the mess of the previous one. My skin itches with dried fluids, and every muscle aches.
"How often do they happen?" I swear to fuck, if he tells me it's monthly like a period; I'm getting on the next shuttle home, debt be damned.
"Usually a couple of times a year." He steps back and puts his hands in his pockets. He's once again in a pair of low-slung, belted pants and his boots. His scales are shiny, like he just got out of the shower.
Ugh. What I wasn't willing to do for a shower right now. Unfortunately, I don't think my legs are strong enough to hold me yet.
"So we have time," I say with a lack of enthusiasm. The last few days have taught me that no matter how high my sex drive is, there is such a thing as too much sex.
"Yes." He looks awkward and uncomfortable standing in my room, and once again I wonder if I can really do this. Can I chain my future to someone who can't even be in the same room as me?
Rexus clears his throat and shifts in place. I think he's about to take his leave, soI'm shocked when he says; "Would you like help to shower?"
"More than anything. Mostly because I'm not sure my legs will hold me." He nods and toes off his shoes, which he'd left untied. His pants go next, and my eyes can't help but wander to his cocks. They're still impressive, even when flaccid.
"I'd thought as much. My own shower was a battle." He disappears into the bathroom, and a moment later, the shower cuts on. It's another long moment before he reappears.
He steps forward and pulls the blanket off me and pauses with his hands out. "May I?"
So, I'm not the only one feeling awkward. I'm actually comforted by that fact. I liked being together in our weirdness.
At my nod, Rexus slides his arms under my back and legs, then scoops me up into his arms. Warm steam fills the bathroom as he carries me inside. I inhale deeply, already feeling a bit better.
"It's warmer than I normally like. Please let me know if you need me to adjust the water." I brace for the heat as he steps into the shower. Instead, I'm hit by lukewarm temperatures.
"Do you bathe in cold water?" I squeak, snuggling closer to his body. He's no warmer than the water.
