He smiled. “We do not mate. Sex is merely a release of the Craving.”
“Good.” She pushed him backward. “And I may be asking more questions about the Craving later. Move.”
He didn’t move at first.
“Sit,” she said.
Wrathin took a couple of steps back. “Why?”
She reached down and grabbed his member. “Because it’s going to take some work to take this bad boy in the first time,” she said, stroking him hard.
He almost lost everything right then. “The first time? You think you will have multiple opportunities?”
“Oh baby if this feels as good as I expect, then, yes. We’ll have extra opportunities. I’ll see to it.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
She paused and stared at him. “So, you do laugh.”
“On occasion.” He backed up and took a seat on the edge of the pool. “We Rhimodians do have emotions. Same as any other humanoid. We just control them.”
Veta raised her eyebrow. “We Terrans have emotions too. And we let them make us nuts.” She straddled him. “Oh my…” She adjusted her position a little. “Like right now, I really want to explore your cock.”
He smiled back at her. “This is advantageous,” he said as he reached up and stroked her breast. They fit beautifully in his hand, and he ran his fingers around them, across the puckered nipple in the center. “I want to explore you as well.”
Veta arched her back and groaned. As he caressed her breasts, she made more noises. And rocked her hips into his. The Craving stirred more under his skin, and his cybernetics did everything to maintain a level of calm.
It was difficult.
And for once, Wrathin did not care that he was not maintaining his neutrality. Desires bubbled up in him, stronger than any he’d noted before, and he adored how this female felt against him. He wanted to explore all the parts of her, to touch her from top to bottom. Feel her all around.
With one hand, he slid down to where their bodies pressed together. He stroked the damp skin, and she made more noises.
He stroked the fleshy parts, where her special little nub—
There.
Veta jerked against him.
He hit the spot.
He stroked her and felt a different kind of dampness coming from her. A type that only she made. He slid his fingers inside. Slow at first. To open her. And then more. She took his fingers and groaned. He could feel her body scream with need.
The sensation made him throb. He anticipated entering her—fully entering her. Would she be able to? He hoped so. She was small.
Her hips moved against his, and she pushed him back.
“Take you—” he started to say.
“Hush.” She grabbed him and angled herself. At first, she slowly let him penetrate.
And he almost lost his mind, the feeling of her taking him in. Slow. Agonizingly slow at first.
Until she engulfed as much as she could.
She panted, her fingers on his shoulders, digging in as she gained her balance. Then she began to move her body.
Wrathin held her hips, guiding her. More or less. Veta was in charge of things at the moment.
