Me-lah-nee…What a strange name. I took a few steps forward while Fibur retreated, finding his seat next to Sylo. “Where is the first, then?” I asked.
"Married, sir Ghauro. We can’tsteala bride from her current husband, it would be unethical.”
“Ghauro notGoro.”
He blanched as he lifted his head to look at me, the small bump in his throat going up and down slowly. “Gha-u-ro,” he corrected himself.
Better. Someone tapped on his shoulder and he turned, whispering to the other human—probably another male.
“Ah, here she is. Please, come on in, Melanie.”
The group of humans parted, leaving the door accessible for the small thing walking through it.
It—shewas…pretty.
My cock stirred in my pants. I could not help but frown in confusion.
This human female hadnothingto do with her male counterparts. She was short, yes. Shorter than them, actually. But her skin was a light beige, her cheeks dotted with darker specks of color. Her eyes the same shade as the sky during a clear summer day. Her hair…long. Shiny. Something between pink and light orange. She smelled like bakarut flowers…
I took a step back, the back of my thighs colliding with a chair. Her wide eyes landed on me and her scent shifted to something else.She was scared.
A groan tore free from my throat as I turned my gaze away. Of course my bride was scared of me. She looked like she was half my size and weight, no matter how these delicious curves enveloped her body. Did she already have an offspring? Her udders were swollen. Why did it make me want to bury my face between them? Hold them in my hand? Pull them with my teeth?
I crossed my arms, turning around fully and catching Filbur’s eyes lingering on her. My hands turned to fist. If I could, I would have thrown one of the tables at his face.
“Why would you deprive a child of its mother?” I asked, gritting my teeth.
“Excuse me?” the human male answered.
“Her udders. They are full.”
“My—what?” the human female—Melanie—spoke.
My skin prickled with awareness as I forced my body not to react. Not to make her speak again just so I could hearher voice more. The human group whispered something and I threw daggers at Filbur with my eyes. His red face turned a purple tint and he looked away.
“I-I’m not a mother,” she said. “I-huh…women have naturally—engorged…udders?”
I turned back to her, our gaze clashing.Do not look at her swollen udders, do not look at her—
“They’re called breasts, by the way.”
“Breasts,” I said, trying the foreign word. My eyes dropped to them of their own accord; would they grow even bigger once she was filled with my seed?Once she would give birth?Were they painful like I’ve been told udders were after they started producing milk?
I willed my cock to stop swelling. My face not to betray the depraved thoughts running rampant in my mind. She brought her hand to a reddening spot behind her ear and I tensed. She looked uncomfortable. Was she hurt?
“Did you damage her?” I asked, taking a menacing step forward.
All of their eyes nearly fell off their heads as my hand snapped around her arm to study the irritated-looking patch of skin.
“Hey, hands off!” the human male—the one who talked too much—said. He did not make a move to stop me either. “She’s fine, she just received her translator, that’s all. The area will be itchy and sore for a day or two—she’s notdamaged.”
My bride looked at me like I just killed her whole family in front of her eyes. Her skin turned a deep shade ofpink and her udd—breastrose and fell at a faster pace. I let go of her hand quickly, putting distance between us.
I would not succeed in anything if she was too scared to come close to me. Too scared to let me free her incredible curves from the confines of her garments.
“I—sorry,” I stuttered. I have never stuttered in my whole life. “I did not mean to scare you.”
“I’m—It’s fine.”
