Khiva didn’t know exactly how long it took, but eventually, she rasped, “K-Khiva…I…oh God…uughhh.” Her eyelids fluttered shut and she let out a keening cry, “P-please, I can’t, I c-can’t…”
Khiva pressed a kiss to her forehead and immediately pulled his cock out, careful not to harm her sensitive sex.
“Vauk,” he whispered when he saw their combined fluids, how wet she still was, but also when he saw evidence that she’d been untried. For some reason, an intense feeling of masculine possession coursed through his body at the sight of the light pink blood that mingled with their combined cum.
Mine, he thought, his mind going hazy at the sight of it. Old Keriv’i instincts rose, instincts he long thought dead.
Vauk, vauk, vauk.
Khiva gave his head a rough shake, pushing all those thoughts from his mind. Nothing good would come from that path of thought. Ignoring the feeling of dread that followed, he rolled from the bed, his hardened cock bobbing against his abdomen as he crossed to the fire, pressing a discreet button along the wall. A drawer whirred forward smoothly. Ten slim, silver devices in black wrapping were meticulously lined up inside, laid out on black silk.
He grabbed the first one he saw and unwrapped it quickly before returning to Evelyn. For a selfish moment, he watched her from the foot of the bed, desire for her making his head spin. Some of histeelaleaked from her body as her legs thrashed. Her arms were limp, thrown wide at her sides, and she bit her lip.
“K-Khiva!” she cried, breathless.
His lips curled. If Madame Allegria ever found out he’d taken his time in cleaning up a client, she’d give him ten lashes of the whip for every second he’d made his client wait. But Khiva couldn’t bring himself to care right then. Khiva was tempted to deny Evelyn and let her ride out theteela.
Veki. It was her first time with him. He needed to be mindful of that. Perhaps with time, she would be open to his particular fantasy.
Kneeling between her thighs, he gripped her ankles and pulled them wide. Groaning softly at the lush sight of her cunt, Khiva carefully slipped the device inside her a couple inches and activated it with a slight twist of the base.
He heard the hiss of the neutralizing agent as it cleansed her, as it cleansed histeelafrom deep within her sex. Not a moment later, Eve’s body fell limp on the sheets, her limbs spread, her chest heaving up and down as she drew in long, ragged, deep breaths.
Khiva withdrew the neutralizing device and placed it in the waste before returning to her. In his experience with past and present clients, only half liked to be held afterwards. A part of him knew Evelyn would want it…and the other half of him did whathewanted.
Without a second thought, he pulled her within the confines of his arms, turning her so that they faced each other on the bed. And as he held her, as he listened to her breaths and felt the dampness of her skin, as he pressed her close to his body, he felt…right. For the first time in a long time.
It wouldn’t last, he knew. Nothing good ever did, not on Everton, not even on his home planet that no longer existed.
All too soon, she would be gone from his life, he thought somberly. She was no longer untried, which was her original goal in seeking out a Krave at Madame Allegria’s.
Khiva already knew that Evelyn wouldn’t be a regular client, from the first moment he’d seen her. She’d come to him for a purpose. Others came to him because they were bored or unhappy in their loveless unions. A wealth of credits, it seemed, didn’t mean happiness. That was what Khiva had learned from his clients. All of them were deeply unhappy.
But from the first moment that he’d seen the female lying in his arms, he’d known that she wasn’t necessarily unhappy. She was lonely. But she did not yet have the jaded, engineered look in her eyes that so many of his clients possessed. Like a disease, Everton ate away at them, slowly. Just as it was eating away at him.
Khiva let out a soft, sighing trill, pulling her closer. It was still early in their evening, not yet nine. They had the entire night and morning ahead, if she wasn’t planning to leave early like last time.
Evelyn’s shoulders began to shake violently, a sound escaping her throat.
Alarmed, fearing he’d hurt her, he pulled away so he could look at her features, an apology on the tip of his tongue, concern stealing his breath.
But the words died before they escaped because it wasn’t human tears he saw as he’d expected, but rather a suppressed grin.
Not only did relief swamp him, but confusion as well.
“Evelyn?” he asked, incredulous. “What is it?”
“I…” she trailed off with a laugh, half-burying her head near where the side of his torso met the sheets. That laugh turned into an endless stream and her shoulders continued to shake.
Khiva reared back at the sound, studying her face, torn between smiling through the warmth he felt in his chest…or wondering if he’d done something wrong. He didn’t think he had, at least. He could honestly say that no client had ever fallen into fits of laughter after he’d cleaned histeelafrom their bodies.
“What is wrong,leeldra?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing,” she huffed out, making a visible effort to suppress her laugh. “Nothing, Khiva. I, um…” she shook her head before peeking up at him. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. “I forgot.”
“Forgot what?” he asked, his muscles relaxing slightly.
Evelyn continued to smile as her laughter died away. Khiva couldn’t help but pass his hand down the curves of her side, brushing the outer flesh of her breasts, her slim waist, her full hips. She was so soft. So impossibly soft.
