Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Pulling her hips to the edge of the counter, I guide the head of my cock between her thighs. She makes sweet, encouraging noises as I push forward, her heels digging into my lower back. I edge forward, scarcely daring to breathe, until I'm seated completely inside her. I heft her from the counter and into my arms, balancing her on my hips.
My weight shifts, and she gasps, her entire body clamping around me.
I go still. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she manages in the tightest voice, an octave higher than normal. "Your spur is just...great. Really great." I shift our weights again and she whimpers. "Oh god...so great. More intense than I thought it would be."
Concern flares inside me, and I shift my feet on the floor, aware of my loose uniform and the weapons belt around my boots. I've read over and over about the proper way to mate a human woman and yet it seems I'm still doing something wrong. "I want this to be perfect between us. What can I improve?"
She laughs, the sound slightly strangled, and her arms tighten around my neck. "If it were any more perfect, I might melt into a puddle. Your spur is just...hitting my clit...and I might come really quick." She punctuates her words with little twitches of her body and a bite of her lip. "Super, super quick."
"And that is...all right?" I just want to be certain. I squeeze her flank, loving how soft and full her backside is.
"Oh, fuck yes."
Good. Because I don't think I can last, either. I pull her weight up slightly, then drag her back down on my length, testing her reaction.
The breath sobs out of her, her fists tight in my uniform. "Again."
Gritting my teeth, I work her over my cock again, moving her up and down as she quivers and moans sounds that might be my name. The hot need builds, and I shuttle into her forcefully despite the awkward angle between us, all my concentration focused on chasing the sensation of her cunt slicking up and down on my cock. Nothing has ever felt better.
Pamela's channel squeezes around me reflexively. She gasps, her face tightening with the onset of her climax. Oh kef. Oh kef. I feel the throb of my pulse through my cock, and then I'm coming. I press her back to the counter as I bury myself fully inside her, muffling my bellow of release against her neck as I flood her cunt with my seed.
She quivers around me, one hand reaching up to caress my horns, and when she's caught her breath, she chuckles. "Well. Now the kitchen really needs to be sanitized."
It's the most absurd thing to hear after being completely wrung out. I let out a bark of laughter, and then another. I keep chuckling even as I bury my head in her now-loose mane, inhaling her sweaty scent mixed with that of sex. "The state of the kitchen is the last thing on my mind at the moment."
"Well, I'm the one that works in here," she replies, tracing a finger along my ear. "You know, Toghar, I didn't think you liked me. Not like that."
"I have. For ages." I wrap my fingers in her soft, soft mane. "I didn't want to push you, though."
"But the sight of me stuffing the Thanksgiving turkey unlocked something inside you?"
I snort. "Actually, no. I think I'm going to have nightmares about that part." At her giggles, I can't resist kissing her smiling lips again. "It was seeing your generosity to others, your delight in simply making people smile. It was you being thoughtful enough to think of me and the other mesakkah even when you were missing home."
"I always think about you," she confesses in a low voice.
My cock twitches at her words. We should probably leave the kitchens soon. Head off to bed together. I'm going to need all night to explore her body properly. I want to bathe her and wash her mane for her, then take her to bed and caress her until she cries out again and does that lovely clenching around my cock.
The human book was a good manual, but there is so much more to learn. "Will you let me court you, Pamela?"
She beams up at me. "I thought you'd never ask."
EPILOGUE
PAMELA
The next morning, I drag myself out of bed early to get a start on deep cleaning the kitchens. At least, that's the plan. The reality takes longer because we can't keep our hands off each other. I blush as I get dressed, distracted by Toghar's roaming fingers and the kisses he showers on me. When we finally part, it's later than I wanted, but I'm in such a good mood I don't care.
The kitchen is as disastrous as I left it, and there's a faint tinge of sex in the air, but that could just be my imagination. I soak the dishes and pull out the cleaner bots, trying to figure out how to change the settings on the scrubbers. Eventually I give up and decide to do things by hand. I bleach and wash the counters twice, humming as I work. There's a delightful soreness deep between my legs that speaks of the fantastic night I had, and my mood is lighter than air.