“Always,” he said. He dropped a kiss to my lips before he reached down and grasped his larger, lower cock and notched it against my entrance. We both groaned as he slipped inside, pausing with only the first inch in me. “Is this okay?” he asked, body held rigid and tense above me, as if he was holding back.
“Yes, more.” I could barely speak coherently.
His tail held his top cock against his stomach so that we could watch as he eased his way inside me, thick inch by thick inch. Slowly he would give me a little more, then pull back, and then a little more again. I bit my lip as I watched him slide inside me.
It was as if we were becoming one. Together.
When he was fully seated in me, pelvis to pelvis, he paused. Our eyes met, and he smiled. My heart felt so full it could burst.
“I love you,” I said, unable to hold back from what I was feeling. Maybe it was quick, but this was us. And I knew how I felt. Having been with someone I thought I loved and then realized I didn't, this was so very different.
“As do I,” he said, dropping his head to nuzzle against the side of my neck. His tail released his top cock, and his belly sandwiched it between us. As he moved again, I realized the benefit of this, as with every small thrust his top cock rubbed against my clit. I'd never felt anything like it.
“If there were more of you on Earth, there'd be no such thing as a woman who had never had an orgasm,” I said, gasping as pleasure speared through me.
He growled, nuzzling against my ear, and a shiver spread through me. I felt him nip at my neck and I tipped my head to one side, knowing that this would be where he would bite me. I felt a streak of anticipation run through me; adrenaline hit me as his thrusts sped up.
He pushed inside me, swiveled his hips to grind against my clit, and then pulled back until he was almost out of me before pushing back in again. The notches on the underside of his topmost cock sliding against my clit in the most delicious way. I rapidly built to another orgasm, my pussy clenching around his rigid flesh. His tail wrapped around my right thigh, spreading me wide, as one of his hands slid behind my neck, the other holding my hip. I felt caged in the most delicious way, safe and protected.
“Bite me, Jon!” I wanted nothing more than to be connected to him in every way possible.
He kissed his way down my neck and, as my orgasm crashed through me, he bit me. I felt it as a sharp spear of pain. And then pleasure spread through me as the combination of the bite and my orgasm ripped through me in waves.
I screamed; the sound pulled from deep inside me.
Jon groaned, his hips losing their rhythm as he found his release, spilling his seed inside me in hot spurts that spilledfrom around where we were joined. He lowered his weight on top of me, bracing himself on his arms, his teeth still in my neck. He lifted his head, gently removing his fangs and licking at my neck. His eyes met mine, and he smiled.
“My mate, all will see my claiming marks and know you are mine.” The possessive tone in his voice thrilled me. Strange how I liked it coming from Jon, but I wouldn't like it coming from anybody else.
I felt him still thick inside me, and as he pulled away, there was a flood of wetness between my legs.
“Stay right there. I'll be back,” he said, standing and walking into the bathroom. I let my head fall back against the pillows, boneless and exhausted. I raised my fingers to touch the bite mark on my neck, surprised to see that it was healing already. “There is an enzyme in the saliva that helps heal it quickly,” Jon said as he returned. He had a warm cloth in his hand that he used to clean me between my legs, and then wipe himself. He tossed it on the floor, and then climbed back on the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms. “How do you feel?” He smoothed a hand gently over my neck.
I was sore, sure, but more than anything I was happy. “I feel amazing.” I beamed at him.
“Good. There is so much more to show you,” he said with a wink.
“I can't wait.”
EPILOGUE
Kitty
Two years later
The sound of the hover cart approaching had me straightening from where I was kneeling in the garden. I pulled my hands free of my gloves, dropping them to the ground next to where I'd been working. I rested a hand on the top of my bulging stomach as I surveyed my handiwork. I had been planting flowers in the beds that flanked the small cottage Jon and I called home.
The garden beds were currently turned dark rich earth, but soon they would flower, bringing a splash of bold color to contrast with the white stone fence that kept the grazing animals away from the house. I smiled, pleased with my progress, and patted my bump. “It’s going to be lovely here, just like your Great Gran’s garden.” A kick was my only reply, and I smiled before straightening and pushing to my feet.
I stepped onto the white stone path that led from the front door of the cottage to the gate, putting my hands to mylower back to stretch before walking to the gate to meet the hover cart as it approached.
“Hello, Kitty!” The cheerful voice of Leesa, the human woman who ran the local delivery service, greeted me. She pushed the wide-brimmed hat back off her head and waved, a friendly smile spreading across her face. She was a tiny woman, even shorter than me, with black hair that fell to her waist in a thick braid. Her deep brown eyes were hidden behind protective goggles that she wore when doing her delivery runs.
Leesa was the only other human on this planet, and I had been pleased to make a friend, even if she was rather closed mouthed over how she had ended up here. But that was the unspoken rule here; you didn’t ask questions, and you were left alone. For the last two years, Jon and I had built our life here, and we were happy. Here he was simply Jon, and I was Kitty. No last names. No titles. Just us.
And neither of us wanted to jeopardize our life here because we snooped into somebody else’s business. So I was friends with Leesa and didn’t ask questions about her background.
“Good morning, Leesa!” I called in reply, leaning against the gate as I waited for her to pull the cart to a stop. She turned to rummage through the bag next to her, pulling something out and reaching down from the cart to hand it to me.
