“The human females stretch inside to accommodate a male. I was gentle, and I fit easily. She’s not harmed. I asked her. She initiated copulation the second and third time. Vivian wouldn’t have done so if my size was uncomfortable for her.” He turned to Ruggler. “Go on. Ask your questions. You always have the most.”
Ruggler grinned. “Are they like our females?” He pointed at his lap.
“Different. Pink. Delicate, with a fleshy bump near where we enter them. It’s extremely sensitive. She needs a light touch when I rub it, and it makes her well-oiled. And humans don’t snarl in pleasure. Instead, she makes soft keening noises of encouragement.” His chest puffed with pride. “Then she screams my name when I complete her.” He reached up and rubbed one ear. “Pull away a bit when that happens. My ear is still ringing a little.” He chuckled. “Though, I’m not complaining.”
“What about how they feel?”
He knew Ruggler would ask that next. “Also different, but immensely pleasurable.”
“How so?” That was Nessel. It was rare for him to care enough to ask anything. But at the moment, the male was watching him intently.
Brassi considered the question. “She’s soft inside. Extremely tight, but soft.” He touched his skin. “Not like our flesh; in a different way. I enjoyed being inside her so much, it was difficult for me to hold back from spilling until after she was completed. It’s that pleasurable.”
“Are we like their males?” Yoniv asked, getting another plate of food.
“Their males don’t have a yunce. Vivian was very curious about that. She felt mine.”
Vassi drew his attention by gasping. “You allowed her to touch you near your seed sac?”
“She has no claws. She wasn’t going to accidently tear my sac. Their males don’t have any protection there. And she enjoys them. The top one rubs against her fleshy sensitive part while I’m copulating with her. We tried one of her human positions, but she likes being taken from behind better. My yunce rubs up against her the most that way. Can I return to her now? I’ll answer more of your questions later. I want to mate her.”
“Why the quill?” Vassi released his arm.
He felt a little embarrassed by that. “This form is pleasing to her…but my battle form makes her nervous.”
“It’s still you,” Nessel grumbled, looking offended.
“It is, but she made a good point. We don’t copulate with our own females when they are in their battle form, and we’re not. It would be strange. It’s odd for her to think of me changing forms to copulate with her, when humans don’t shift.”
“Makes sense.” Yoniv sat at the table again, digging into his food. “Did you tell her that part of your body will remain the same?”
Brassi nodded.
Vassi frowned. “We’re not aware if they are breeding compatible. Are you certain you’re willing to give up becoming a father if Vivian can’t have your cubs?”
“She’s mine. Copulating locked me to her. It was already difficult not to change forms, and I had to battle to keep control. She wanted some quill first.”
“Scussusk,” Nessel hissed.
Brassi shoved the bottle of quill at his brother, stomped over to the male, grabbed him, and yanked him out of his seat. He pinned him to the nearest bulkhead to snarl in his face.
Nessel opened his hands, not fighting back. “Not against your mate.”
“Then why utter the curse?”
“You said copulating with the female locked you to her. Will that happen to any of our males? We lose the choice to walk away after copulating with a human?” He looked terrified at the idea. “Maybe these aliens can force us to lock on to them with their bodies.”
He released Nessel and backed off. “I felt the pull before we copulated. I held back the urge, but being intimate with her broke my resolve to resist. Stop being so paranoid, Nessel.”
“I will volunteer to find out,” Kavs chuckled. “To see if copulating with one of these Earthling females causes us to mate them. Brassi looked well satisfied with the experience—until you infuriated him. I’ve never seen him happier than when he entered the room.”
Nessel flashed his teeth, adjusted his clothing, and returned to his seat. “You would. Foolish.”
Brassi took the bottle of quill from his brother and left the common room, hurrying back to his quarters. The door opened, and he spied Vivian already lying in their bed.
He’d changed the settings on the interior doors, and she liked to keep them open. He didn’t, since she was currently nude, and anyone happening down the hallway might have glimpsed her as he entered. He rushed inside before anyone could come along. That sight was his alone.
“Is that your alien booze?”
He nodded, stopping at the side of the bed. “Are you certain you wish to try it? It’s strong.”
She sat up and reached for the bottle. “I’ll take a drink and see how it goes.” She accepted it, studying the lid.
“Twist.”
She did, and opened it. “Do you have a glass?”
“We just drink from it.”
“Shared bottle, huh? When in Rome.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s a saying that means to do something that others are doing; that it’s fine even if it’s different from what you’re used to.” She smiled and put the lip of the bottle to her mouth, taking a sip. She lowered it fast and gasped, her eyes widening. She blew out a sharp breath. “Wow. That’s got a kick. It’s burning all the way down to my belly.”
He snatched the bottle from her, concerned. “It’s hurting you? I’ll get Vassi!”
She grabbed his wrist. “I’m fine. It’s just an expression. I’m not really burning.”
He refused to give her the bottle again. “Our females don’t drink quill. Maybe you shouldn’t, either.”
She hesitated but then handled over the lid. “Maybe not.” Her eyes looked watery.
“Let me call Vassi.”
“No. I’m good. That stuff is just strong. How much can you drink?” Her gaze darted up and down his body. “Probably all of it.”
He put the lid on the quill and sat it on the table next to his bed. “No. Just a few swallows. Quill is potent. One bottle lasts our males quite a while.”
“When do you drink?”
“For celebrations, like when we make a very profitable trade. We all took drinks when we returned from your vessel after fighting the Ke’ters. None of us were injured. It was a good day. It’s tradition with our males. Everyone will drink once we mate.”
She smiled. “That’s kinda sweet. Your crew will want to celebrate that?”
“I’ll be the first one of us to mate. We all wish to find a female to claim. And I’ve found you.” He sat at the edge of the bed and took her hand.
“Do they know that we’re going to become mates?”
“Yes. I told them.”
“How did they take it? Were they shocked or upset because I’m not a Veslor?”
“No.” He decided to confess something to her. “Remember when sometimes we’d switch languages on your vessel? They were teasing me about my strong attraction to you, and giving me tips on how to gain your interest in return.”
She didn’t look angry. Instead, she smiled. “Really?”
He nodded. “They are happy for us. Curious, too.”
“I bet they are. I totally understand. I mean, I selected my profession because of my curiosity about alien races and the differences between us. I’ve always been fascinated by the unknown.”
“Are you ready to find out how mating is done?”
“I’m still nervous…but I want to do this with you. That quill stuff is already working. I feel a little tipsy.”
“What is that?”
“A good thing. A little drunk. Not too much, but relaxed. It did what it was supposed to do.”
He stood and shoved down his pants, the only clothing he wore. His gaze darted around the room, and he grabbed pillows h
e kept on a low bench along one wall. He dropped them on the floor near the end of the bed.
Vivian rose up to her hands and knees, crawling toward him. “What are you doing?”
“We have no breeding benches onboard.”
“What’s that?”
He looked at her—and chuckled. Her face had paled. “Nothing bad. It’s an easier way for us to copulate in battle form.”
“But I can’t shift.”
“I know. That’s why we’ll use pillows. To cushion your softer body.”
“Oh boy. This is going to be an experience, isn’t it?”
He stilled, worried she might change her mind. “I won’t hurt you, Vivian. You can trust me.”
“I do. I said yes, remember?” She gave him a timid smile. “I’m fully committed to you…to this. Do you bite?”
He felt horrified. “No!”
She laughed. “Whew!” She wiped her forehead as she sat on her legs. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Why would you ask such a thing? That would hurt you.” He opened his mouth to show off his teeth once more, in case she’d forgotten what they looked like.
“I read some books. Shifters who bite to claim their mates. Forget it.”
“They sound like horror stories.”
She laughed harder. “Maybe. Is mating a chemical thing? Or just symbolic?”
“It’s physical.” He tried to think of a way to explain it. “We shift forms, which you know.”
“I do. It’s pretty amazing.”
“To mate, the male’s body creates a special oil.”
Her gaze dropped to his groin. “Oh. Okay.” She stared into his eyes next. “Will this do anything to me physically?”
“You’ll carry my scent, making all males aware that you are my mate. At least that happens to Veslor females. I’m not sure with you.”
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough if your sperm does something strange to me.”
“Sperm?”
“Seed. I think that’s the same in my language.”
He nodded and dropped to his knees, stacking the pillows in two piles in front of him, leaving room in the middle for Vivian. He backed up and pointed. “You get on your hands and knees here.”
“Why the pillow walls next to me?”
“When I shift forms, I don’t want my claws to touch you. They will remind me not to grab hold of your body.”
“Is that a worry?”
“I held you in place before.”
“Right. You did. You seem to like to clutch me around my waist while we’re going at it. I guess that would be bad if you had sharp claws.”
He watched her get on her knees in front of him and bend over. His gaze locked on her pale ass. She had a nice one, soft yet firm, with plenty of padding. He enjoyed slamming his pelvis against her there. Veslor females had harder, more muscular bodies. He preferred Vivian’s. He could feel his rod stiffening already, wanting to be inside her.
“Brace your arms on the end of the bed, on the metal holding the mattress in place.”
She gripped the bar but then paused, looking back at him.
“Are you changing your mind?”
She shook her head. “No. I just think this might not work.”
Disappointment flooded him. Vivian didn’t want to mate him.
She got up, releasing the bar. “I’m just going over it in my head. I’ve seen you shifted… Follow me.”
He stood, his rod stiff. She entered his living space and walked to one of the couches, where she lowered herself to bend over one end. Her upper body was on the padded material.
“How about this? When you shift, you’ll be on all fours, and I’m kind of pinned against something solid. I won’t have to try to brace myself with my arms, and you won’t feel the need to hold me in place while you’re doing me.” She rocked her body to show him that she was pinned against the edge, firmly in place. “See? You said you have breeding benches. Is it to hold the female securely so you don’t claw them?”
He grinned, feeling relieved. “Yes. You’re a smart female, Vivian.” He walked behind her, admiring her ass again, and then kneeled. It was a good height for him, but her knees didn’t touch the floor. They hung inches above it. She wiggled a little farther up, getting more comfortable.
He moved into position behind her, noticing there was ample room on either side of her upper body for his limbs, once he changed. He licked his thumb and reached between her legs, finding her clit.
“I will get you well-oiled for me.”
She spread her thighs apart. “You’re really good at that.” A soft moan came from her. “I love your calluses, or whatever that rougher texture is on the tips of your fingers.”
He ran his other hand up her back, caressing her. He wished he could touch her breasts. They were soft as well, and he loved having them in his palms. She lay flat on his couch, though, making them unreachable. He focused on her fleshy tender bump instead, feeling it swell. Her oil came readily as he brushed against her slit.
She moaned and wiggled in front of him. He wanted her so badly, his rod hurt. Vivian had a shocking effect on him. No female had ever made him feel so needy. She became well-oiled, and he released her clit and drew closer. He guided the tip of his rod to her pussy, and he began to push inside. She whimpered as she took him.
He closed his eyes and felt his chest vibrate from the pleasure. She was hot, oiled, and perfect. It felt so good to be joined with her. He pushed in deeper, as he pinned her under his body. She moaned louder, making those keening noises he liked so much. He pushed all the way in and paused, then began pumping his hips in slow rolls.
He opened his eyes, watching as Vivian’s small, blunt finger claws dug into the cushions. She frequently did that when he was giving her pleasure.
He pumped into her faster, and her keening increased in volume. Her soft interior squeezed around his rod, and he felt his aggression rising, the urge to mate overcoming him. This time he didn’t resist, allowing his emotions free reign.
The shift happened fast, as it always did, and he battled a little for control. He wanted to take her hard and fast, but she was too delicate. He dropped his upper limbs next to her torso and pinned her tighter under him.
His female was taking his other form. His beast was inside her.
She kept keening, his name on her lips, and he nuzzled her head with his muzzle. He couldn’t help it.
“Oh god, Brassi!” she cried out.
He felt her insides tighten to the point he had to fight to move, and he worried he’d hurt her, but she didn’t buck to get free or otherwise struggle. Her hands opened and closed as she grabbed the cushions, clawing at them.
Brassi threw back his head and snarled as he found his release. It was strong enough to make him nearly collapse on her fully. He recovered fast, though, adjusting the weight of his battle side. He couldn’t shift back yet. He felt too drained.
He panted hard. So did Vivian.
Vivian had a heavy beast on top of her.
She opened her eyes, glancing at his arm. It was more of a limb and a paw, with sharp claws. He’d really shifted while inside her. She’d kept her eyes closed after Brassi had entered her, and hadn’t felt the change.
Not that she could think much at all when he fucked her. His yunce made sure of that. The stimulation of him thrusting inside her and having her clit manipulated at the same time made for extreme climaxes. Now she realized the skin pressed against her back felt different. Leather-like. She could feel a light sheen of sweat, too. Probably hers. She wasn’t sure if Veslors sweat at all. He hadn’t before. It was definitely her. He currently didn’t have that velvety fur rubbing against her to wick away the moisture.
She felt surprising calm, despite knowing if she twisted her head to look at Brassi, he’d be all alien panther. It was still him. Sex had felt the same. He still vibrated and rumbled while fucking her. She reached out and hesitantly touched his paw.
The claws attached to it cu
rled, digging into the cushion. She noticed then that it was ripped. That must have happened while they were going at it. Maybe having him take her on his couch wasn’t a good idea after all.
She lowered her head and closed her eyes, catching her breath. A weird vibrating sensation came over her then. Vivian felt his body tremble, and the leather-like feel of him returned once more to velvet.
She opened her eyes—and stared at his hand and arm. He was back.
She twisted her head, staring at his face.
Their gazes locked, and she smiled. “The couch is toast, but I’m feeling great.”
“Toast?”
She pointed at the tears. “Um, it got damaged. But I didn’t. Are we officially mated now?”
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, kissing her. “Yes.”
“How long before we know if I’m carrying your scent?”
“Hours. You can shower, and then I’ll have Vassi smell you.”
“You can’t tell?”
“It’s harder for me. We are adjusted to our own scents.”
“That makes sense.” She nodded.
He backed off, withdrawing his cock from her body. She hated that part. Their joined fluids leaked down her thighs every time. But he turned her on like crazy, and it seemed he came hard with her, as well. That made for a mess. She scooted backward a little and slid off the edge of the couch, her knees hitting the floor, then started to stand.
Brassi helped her, his hands gentle. Concern showed on his face when she looked up at him.
“I’m fine, Brassi.”
“I worried I’d be too rough. I wasn’t?”
“No. You felt a little heavier at the end, but that’s all I noticed. And just barely. I told you that when you touch me, you make thinking hard. I really enjoy sex with you. It’s the best thing ever.”
“You kept your eyes closed.”
She felt a little embarrassed now, considering there hadn’t been anything to fear after all. “I won’t next time.”
His eyes widened.
She smiled and shrugged. “When in Rome. I was a little fearful, but there wasn’t anything bad about what we just did. It was as wonderful as always.”
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