I chase my pleasure, my hips rocking against Khesan’s face. He devours all of me, swirling his tongue every which way, until I’m hit by the storm. I bite my lip but still cry out as it courses through me, and between my legs, Khesan lets out a heady moan of his own. He licks down my pussy, like he’s drinking me up, and his claws dig deeper into the meat of my thighs.
“Vakha,” growls Khesan as he lifts his head. He licks his chops like a dog that just ate a big tasty meal. “You are delicious.”
I shiver all over at this declaration. “Wow. No one’s ever said that before.”
“They were all lacking, then,” he says, rising to his knees as his tail winds around my ankle.
I sit up so our faces are only inches apart, and I kiss him, wanting to show him just how much I enjoyed that. It quickly grows deeper, wilder, more fervent, until suddenly I’m on my back and Khesan is on top of me, his big body weighing me down. I was hesitant about the idea of sex until I just came like a train, and now it sounds mighty wonderful.
Wait. This is moving kind of fast. I gently pull away from our kiss and so does Khesan, his gaze hungry.
“We should get to bed,” I whisper to him, stroking his hair. His fans lower back to his head. “Thank you so much.”
“It was my pleasure.” Khesan gets up so I can rise to my feet, but then he takes my hand in his. “Thank you for letting me do that.”
“You’re thanking me?” I snicker. “You can do that any time you please.”
Khesan smirks as I head to the door. “I definitely will.”
We kiss once more, then I can’t help wrapping my arms around him, showing him just how much I appreciate him.
“Goodnight, my Fiona,” he whispers into my hair. “I hope you sleep well, and perhaps dream of me.”
After I leave, the door shuts quietly behind me, and I head to my own room. Now that the possibility of this, of more, of sex has emerged onto the table, a new excitement rises inside me.
Amara is right. This could be fun.
Chapter Fourteen
Shathar
I wake up the following morning eager and ready for what this “weekend” will bring. On Arshur, I opened my store every day of the week for four hours each day, once in the morning and once in the evening, to make it easiest for my customers. When I hired my help, I was able to take a few days off every so often to tend to my own matters, and offer customers a greater shopping window.
Now I think of him running the store in my absence and hope that he, too, was able to find a helper of his own.
Fiona is already locked in her office when Khesan and I rise, so we work together in silence to make our own breakfasts. Khesan is wearing his new jeans and one of his new shirts, which highlights how much taller and thicker he is than I am. He has significant muscle, likely from training in the military. It is impressive.
I scoff. He is a kept pet, and this is a manufactured body.
“What?” asks Khesan as he retrieves a “bagel” from the “toaster oven” like Fiona taught us. I don’t tell him that the dial is up too high, and his bagel comes out a tad burned.
“Nothing.”
He arches one brow skeptically. “If you have a problem, you should say it.”
“I don’t. Just thinking how different we are.” I take my food to the table.
“Hmm.” Khesan leans against the counter as he eats. “Then it should be easy for Fiona to choose between us.”
I growl low in my throat, but resist the urge to fight with him this morning. Instead, I decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood and orient myself better.
It is chilly and brisk out, but my scales protect me from the cold for the most part. I will need to purchase some sort of “jacket,” like Fiona has, when it gets even colder. One more thing she will have to buy. I wish I had funds with me, as Khesan does.
There are many homes like Fiona’s in a row along the block. Cars pass down the street, so I keep to the sidewalk. Trees intersperse the homes, but their branches are all bare, making them look old and dead.
I stop when I reach a tree, though, that is still covered in dark green. It’s pointed at the top, as Fiona described, with layers of green branches that spread out the closer they get to the ground. My translator identifies it: pine tree.
Interesting. This is what Fiona told us the humans erect in their homes for this Christmas holiday.
