On Her Axis

by Jeanette Lynn

  Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating, I thought as my mouth watered a little and my cock stiffened again in remembrance.

  I’d never scented my little red headed goddess before, so I had no idea, until just now, how delectable her sweet scent could be.

  I’ve never been around her when she’s aroused either, it enhances her scent, strengthening it, beckoning me, I thought after a moment.

  I glanced at Mags’ profile as she fidgeted with her soda can apprehensively, blushing beautifully.

  Her cheeks were such a becoming pink, I suddenly wondered if it could spread to the rest of her body if properly coaxed.

  My mind whirled swiftly with all of the things I could do to try and persuade that blush to flush her whole body.

  I shifted in my seat and reached under the table to adjust myself. The head of my cock was rubbing uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants.

  The slits at the head of my cock, where my mating appendage is hidden, tingled and vibrated against the fold of skin and muscle that kept it in place.

  I groaned a little in surprise and arousal, my hand itching to rub the head of my cock to ease the rapidly building ache in my groin.

  The damn thing has poor timing to finally start trying to slip out now, of all the lousy...

  Hey, wait!

  Does this mean what I think it does? I thought excitedly, looking my baking goddess over again, squashing the smug grin I wanted to aim in her direction.

  Poor woman has just been plucked up for mating and doesn’t even know it yet.

  I gasped as my thoughts caused the head of my mating appendage to slip out a little. The sucker was so sensitive as it rubbed against the material of my pants, I thought I might embarrass myself right here, right now.

  I closed my eyes, willing it to behave until it’s time, which is definitely not now.

  Borderline desperate, I mouthed a little silent prayer and thought of that time when Ponne’s mother-in-law Nona got drunk and dry humped his father-in-law Horven all over the dance floor.

  Phew. I sighed in relief as I instantly lost my boner. Yeah, that memory would squash any good hard on in a second.

  Ack!

  Now, back to my little red intended.

  “So, how long do you think it will be before the gruesome twosome strike again?” I mused conversationally, acting as if everything was just as it had been earlier, pretending to dismiss my epiphany of a few minutes ago.

  I need to play this right.

  Mags smiled at me, thankful for the subject change, and we started chatting again like old times.

  I’d let her think that for now too.

  I can’t get her all to myself if she’s too nervous around me to let me lure her in.

  She’s a bit skittish, and I need to play my cards right if I want to get my curvy, red headed goddess into my lair.

  I grinned and chuckled a little at that thought.

  I sound like the evil overlord planning the deflowering of the enemy kingdoms beautiful and voluptuous maiden daughter.

  Mags caught onto the unnecessary grinning and chuckling, which was out of place considering the current topic of conversation, something about her mother’s house plant...

  I masked it quickly with a coughing fit, pretending to wipe at my eyes as I hid the smug look on my face from her.

  “You okay there, pink buddy?” she asked worriedly, patting my back to help.

  “Fine,” I choked out after a few minutes and finally got myself under control. It was hard, though, in more ways than one, with her soft hands gently rubbing my back, turning me on.

  It felt nice. More than nice.

  I grimaced and pretended to cough some more, just to keep her touching me.

  Yep, I’m a sick bastard, and the boner I’m sporting is stellar in proportions.

  Mags bought my amateur acting job, though, and kept on rubbing and patting.

  Hey, I guess being forced to spend time with Jaye has finally paid off after all, I contemplated inwardly, patting myself on the back mentally for my newly acquired acting skills.

  When all is said and done, I really couldn’t have found a better potential mate than Magenta. For one, I’ve gotten to know her really well since I got out of service and I already know what she's like, know she's an awesome person- two, we get along perfectly- three, she’s a baking goddess- four, Perre would love her... Wait! Perre.

  Hhmmm.

  I studied her surreptitiously, wondering if I should even try to share my red headed treasure with Captain Asshole.

  He might try to scare her away! Hurt her intentionally somehow to send her running off for the hills.

  Who knows with him lately...

  I worried, thinking of Perre’s anti mate hunting policy of late and over all shitty attitude.

  Not that I've been around much lately to see if that's changed.

  I can’t just leave him out, though... What would that do to him in the long run?

  I know I’d have issues if he’d found Mags first and had no intentions of sharing her... letting me bond with her if it was meant to be.

  I’ll test the waters first, I decided. I’ll have to go about it carefully, on both the Mags and the Perre front.

  They can't know that's what I'm doing, though, or they might not be very receptive to the idea.

  However...

  If she isn’t open to even contemplating having us both as mates, then I’m willing to take a page from Perre’s book of 'Leave me out of it Marre' and keep her all for myself.

  And if she is open to the idea and Perre’s still being belligerent, refusing to find a mate? His loss, then. I’ll just marry her like the humans do and keep her all to myself.

  Every last generously curved inch.

  Awe shoot, there goes my damn mating appendage again!

  Well, Crap!

  So, much to do... so little time, I thought grimacing as my erection jabbed against my pants painfully.

  I glanced down at my impatient body and let my mind wander for a moment, letting my little head do some of the thinking, er, talking- persuading more or less- whatever you’d like to call it.

  Mental images of my little goddess in compromising positions added to the fantasy I floated around in for a moment.

  I could always come up with a plan B, I wondered idly, shifting around in my seat, trying to get in a comfortable position, of which I'm beginning to think is impossible.

  The way the scent of her arousal has gotten me riled up, and she hasn’t really even done anything, per se- I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to wait before I say ‘fuck it', corner her and screw her brains out.

  The idea does have a great amount of appeal.

  Plan B, maybe?

  No. NO! I told myself firmly. No, Marre, she’ll freak out and hate your guts forever, I counseled myself. Then you’ll have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of your natural life, hoping she doesn’t lob your dick off one night with a rusty pair of scissors while you’re sleeping... just cause.

  Sweet as sugar, my goddess is, and laid back for the most part.

  However, and I've only seen it happen the one time, once you've pushed her beyond her limit that's it, she's gone. Complete and utter ape shit. Might take a lot of effort to get her there, but once she is... run.

  Molilah's cousin Breckyn figured that one out. The dumb ass.

  Mol did warn him not to pick on Mags at her surprise baby shower when she was pregnant with Coley. But the idiot didn't get the message, I guess.

  That or he had a death wish, I thought, shrugging inwardly.

  The situation still makes me want to maim the little pest, but I think Mags had the right of it with her method of handling the Breck problem.

  He's fine now, of course.

  I had to wonder, though, if a human's testicle could handle being punched that hard or swelling to that size. Looked like he was smuggling a damn grape fruit after a while. Ice did help the swelling, some.

  I s
urely thought the family would have come to his defense, but when Mags related Breckyn was harassing her, even though she'd made it very clear she wasn't interested, and that he had attempted to grope the 'twins’, he was promptly kicked the hell out of the shindig with zero sympathy.

  I think his mother, Mol's Aunt Bernice, was the most pissed off at her son's behavior. Pissed and embarrassed.

  If anything, I learned something very important that day, hopefully Breckyn did too- never piss off a short woman with a mean right hook.

  The incident with Kertt brought that foremost to my mind, and my protective instincts had kicked in.

  The same thing happened during the Breckyn incident, but I hung back when I saw it was being handled, before I could really do anything to help.

  I didn't know then if she would have appreciated the 'help', our acquaintance not what it is now, or if she was like Mol and you had to step in to make sure she didn't maim the offender permanently.

  Yeah, scratch plan B! I thought, grimacing, fighting the urge to cup myself.

  Plan A it is then...

  I need to find a way into my fair maiden’s life without doing something completely foolish or looking really suspicious, suddenly popping in or something when I wouldn't normally be around.

  I glanced over at Tawn, watching her briefly as she waved her arms around animatedly, laughing and chatting it up with her mother- Jaye and Neyenn’s Auntie Nona- wondering if those two might be willing to help a desperate male out.

  Idea set in motion, I continued to keep up the small chit chat with my short, flame haired goddess, biding my time until I could put a plan in motion to help me claim her as mine.

  Forever.

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  “Thanks for the cookies.” I smiled and nodded my thanks as I set the container down in the back seat of my hovie.

  “No problem,” Mags said, smiling warmly back.

  I know I’m supposed to be taking things slow, I really should wait, but I have to have a taste, just one little taste. Just a little something to tide me over until next time.

  Mmm, mmm, mmm.

  She looks good enough to eat when she looks at me like that.

  I moved back as Mags leaned in, trying to put the other container of leftovers I’d talked her into giving me into the seat alongside the cookie one.

  I boosted her up, and she squealed girlishly as she lost her balance and tumbled inside.

  Being the opportunist that I am, I hopped in and shut the door behind me, enclosing us both in total darkness as the dome light overhead shut off. Add that the fact that my hovie had been sound proofed, and we had complete and total privacy

  Mags gasped and started feeling around, blindly trying to find her way around in the backseat.

  My keener eyesight took it all in, tracking her movements silently as she felt her way around.

  When she got a little too close to the other door handle I snagged her around the waist and plopped her into my lap, clamping my hands down on her to keep her in place.

  “Forgive me, goddess,” I murmured as I turned her head and brushed my lips against hers.

  It was a tentative kiss at first, but then grew more demanding as she moaned against my mouth, returning the kiss fully.

  I pulled her closer, pushing my erection against her bottom as she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

  Fiery little thing, she is, I thought, my eyes crossing in my skull as she ran her hands over my chest, brushing my nipples through my shirt, her body rubbing against me sensuously.

  'Take her! Taker her! Claim her!' my cock screamed, but the practical part of me, aka my brain, said 'Wait! Wait! Just a little longer! She has to agree first! Remember?!

  “I just want a taste, Mags, just a taste... say yes, sweet heart... say yes,” I murmured pleadingly against her neck as I nipped at the column of her throat, licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh as she wrapped her legs around my hips and rocked her core against me through my pants.

  So good.

  I growled out at the feel of her soft pliant body against my hard one, resisting the urge to rip her clothes to shreds and take her hard, fast, and deep, right here, right now.

  Play this right, Marre, you want to catch her and keep her remember!

  I forced myself to slow down a little, take my time, explore my little mate thoroughly.

  I left little love bites across her neck and chest, the marks a temporary claim to satisfy myself that I'd marked her somehow, branded her as mine.

  I reached my hands down and gripped her ass, massaging the soft rounded globes in my hands over her dress as she ran her hands underneath my shirt.

  Her hot little hands were scratching down my chest lightly in a tease.

  “I don’t want a taste,” she purred sultrily, nipping at my chin playfully, kissing a trail to match her love bites.

  Her actions were more to entice than to soothe, my body shuddering in the aftermath of the trail of heat she sent blazing through my body.

  I was a little disappointed she’d said ‘no’, but happy just the same to at least be given this much.

  She pulled back, and I thought she was going to end it then and send me on my way, but the little goddess had other plans.

  “You have a condom?” she whispered, smiling coyly, lust dancing in her glittering hazel eyes as she unzipped my pants.

  On the outside I tried for a calm demeanor, inside I was shouting out and crowing in victory, ‘Mine, she’s all mine!’

  My little goddess grew impatient with me and reached inside to handle her prize.

  “I uh, uh... I ah, that is... ooohh, you can’t ask me questions while you’re... argh... doing that!” I choked out hoarsely as her hand started to caress the slits on the head of my cock.

  “If you’re not careful, ‘Ah Cah Eema’, this will all be over before it’s even begun,” I warned between grunting gasps, gripping her eager hands, chuckling hoarsely as she pouted a little.

  “Besides, I don’t have a condom on me,” I panted, trying to tell her, but she held up her hand suddenly and motioned for me to wait a moment.

  She started to climb off of me and reach for the door handle.

  “No,” I choked out as she started to open the door, reaching for her.

  She can’t leave yet!

  We aren’t done yet! Far from it!

  We haven’t even really begun!

  “Don’t worry, sir knight,” she chuckled, winking saucily, “I’ll be right back.”

  She hopped out and slammed the door quickly behind her.

  She ran to her car and opened it hurriedly, rummaging through the glove box for something.

  I smiled widely at the expression on her face when she whooped triumphantly and waved the condom she’d found in my direction.

  She glanced around, realizing what she had just done, and quickly shoved it into her bra, then hurriedly raced back to me.

  My body tingled in anticipation, my cock struggling to hold in my mating appendage.

  Just a little longer, Marre, and her sweet delectable body will be all yours.

  And unless she has a universal species condom, that puppy won’t stand a chance against a rutting Cardanian male who’s ready to mate.

  My mating appendage could pierce right through one of those suckers like butter, claiming my sultry goddess all for myself.

  She was halfway back to my hovie when her mother popped her head out and peered around outside, looking around furtively.

  No, damn it!

  Duck, Mags, duck! I thought desperately, my hands clenching the door frame.

  Of all the lousy timing...

  Mags froze when she spotted her mother, trying to duck quickly before she could be spotted.

  Good girl!

  Now all we need is for Mrs. O’Malley to go back inside so Mags can hurry her sweet ass over here.

  Mags started inching her way to the car, hunkering down to try and stay out of sight.

  Mags’ mother must
have spotted her red head doing a mad dash between vehicles, because I saw the moment my little goddess had been found.

  “Oh, Mags! Woo-hoo!” Constance called, waving her hand around to get her daughter’s attention.

  Mags grimaced and popped up suddenly, brushing off her dress, covertly straightening her clothes as her Mother bounded toward her.

  “Oh, there you are, Mags, honey! I’ve been looking all over for you, sweetie. What are you doing out here all by yourself?” Constance babbled, ushering her back inside.

  Her tone was polite, but you could hear the disapproval lacing it.

  She was about to hitch a ride on my love pole, you meddling woman! I thought testily as Mags cast a look of longing towards my hovie, mouthing ‘so sorry’ as she looked over her shoulder one last time before being tugged inside.

  Damn! Damn! Damn!

  I sighed and slumped down a little in my seat.

  Well, I thought, looking at my blue ribbon worthy erection.

  “We were almost there, little fella,” I groaned, grimacing, and tried to stuff myself back into my pants.

  Never get between a girl and her beast

  Magenta

  "Tonight was a lot of fun."

  "You know, it really was, thanks again for inviting me." I smiled at Tawn, loading up the last of my things into my car, zipping up my jacket a little higher to make sure the massive hickies I was sporting weren’t showing.

  My night would have been even better if I’d gotten a chance to play with Marre’s stick shift.

  I sighed and closed the car door. Well, it could have been worse, Mags, you could have hopped on and had a ride, only to discover he’s a total dud in the sack.

  Somehow I highly doubt that, but I’ve been fooled before.

  I ran my hand fondly over the flecking paint chips on the side door of my car, wondering idly how Marre feels about old cars.

  Wonder if he’s ever had sex in one? Or if maybe he’d like too, I thought, grinning wickedly.

  Yes, in case you’ve already guessed, this lady is old school.

  I have a, gasp! Car!

  No hovie for me. Give me Old Earth American muscle any day.

  I wouldn’t trade Beast for anything.