by V. K. Ludwig
Odrin arches a brow. “I have to be honest here. Her tailless backside just became infinitely less appalling. What’s going on with her?”
“She told me human females are susceptible to mating growls.” Though I didn’t expect a female reduced to her base urges. “And she walked straight into a chorus of mating growls.”
“Adrin,” she moans, her lips snapping for my earlobe. “I need to feel you inside me. All thirteen ridges.”
Izzy’s words shoot straight into my groin. I’ll give her thirteen— no… I can’t vek her. Not with the way this female teases me to the edge of control. We already crossed a line when I took pleasure from her hand.
“Interesting,” Odrin says. “She had a chance to count your ridges. That’s not something you mentioned at breakfast.”
“How do we fix this?”
“We?” Odrin has the nerve to chuckle. “What an unexpected invitation to partake, considering you seem rather protective of her.”
That rage is back. “Now is not the time to joke with me, brother.”
“I can tell. You’re technically foaming around the mouth.”
“I’m one stupid comment away from punching you,” I snarl, tail lifting in aggression. “What am I going to do with her? Bring her home?”
“And risk alerting the entire campus to her current state while you cross the squad? I can name at least five males who’ll try to take advantage of this. Can you fight off five males at once?”
“Should I bring her to my room and call a healer?”
“Uh-huh. Make sure it’s a male, so he can properly take her internal temperature. What the vek is wrong with you?” He slaps my horn. “There’s only one way of calming the effects. And when you do, make sure to keep her quiet.”
He turns on his heels and walks off, each of his steps driving liquid panic into my veins. Do I want to vek her? All night long, but she isn’t thinking clearly. What if she regrets it in the morning?
“Izzy.” I drape her over my arms. “What should I do?”
“Fill me with your seed.”
Argh… this isn’t helping. “Let me bring you to my room, and we’ll figure it out from there.”
“Please, Adrin, I need you.” Gods, the way she begs, her taut nipples pressing against me, her pleading face…
My veins throb at the thought of being inside her. Mostly those along my shaft, and I slam the door of my room shut behind us. All efforts to lower her onto my sleeping pod are in vain, because she keeps clinging to me, moaning my name over and over again.
My head spins.
Adrin. Adrin. Adrin.
She met so many scholars during her time here, but not once did she call for any of the others. This female calls for me. Only me.
“Alien beauty, I’m at a loss here.” I sit us on the mattress. “What do you want me to do?”
She’ll say fuck me.
Izzy moves to straddle me, grinding a warm crotch over my cock, the fabric damp with arousal. “Be my saikh.”
That’s… not what I expected.
But it’s what I want, isn’t it? Why else would I have gone to her estate under the pretense of an assessment when, in reality, I just want to be the male by her side? Want to please, protect, and give her that sense of safety she needs. Just like she gives me her never-ending patience, nurturing my confidence, instilling a sense of worthiness.
I nod. “You honor me, Izzy. And I’ll accept, if it’s what you still want tomorrow.”
“Adrin…” Her voice is tight and agonized.
I stare down at her, thinking back of how she grabbed my cock that one night. She wanted me to sleep with her then. Chances are she truly wants me now.
“We have to be very quiet, do you understand?”
The question obviously doesn’t even register, because she grinds herself over my hardening cock, her moans shattering from the walls. “Fill me with your cum until I’m dripping with it!”
“Shh!” I press my hand onto her lips. “Damn, woman, I love your filthy mouth, but it’s called dirty talk, not dirty scream.”
The moment I lift my fingers, she whispers, “I want all thirteen ridges pounding me hard.”
I need to shut her up.
If she keeps talking like this, we won’t make it to the third before I spill my seed inside her cunt. A big no no for saikhs unless the female specifically asks for it. She asked for it. Twice.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it. Taking my pants off proves a challenge with the way she keeps her legs locked behind my back, but I manage.
Her fingers climb into my braid, pulling hair until my scalp burns, but my attention rests on the soft kisses she places along my jawline. “I think I peed myself.”
“Now you’re getting kinky,” I chuckle. “I do hope you’ll remember all of this tomorrow. But if not, rest assured I’ll remind you of all the things you said.”
I unbutton her blouse and slip it to the ground, marveling at her breasts for a moment before I knead them, sensing their warmth, playing with her nipples. She throws her head back, hands clinging to my neck, and I take the opportunity to open her pants.
I lower my lips to her ears, and trail the tip of my tongue along the shell before I rasp, “I refuse to vek the growls of other males out of your body, so I’ll growl over them, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
My mating growl is a whisper hushing over her neck, but it hits her so hard her entire body stiffens before she goes limp against me. I stand her up and pull her pants down.
“You sure made a mess between your legs, Izzy, but not the kind you think.” I swipe my finger over the glistening apex of her thighs and wet her lips with it. “You’re soaked with need.”
She pokes her tongue out, and I can’t help myself. We lick her lips together, sharing the taste of her arousal between our tongues before they connect in a heated kiss.
I lower her onto my sleeping pod and lie down on my stomach, prodding her legs open with my horns before I lap at her cunt. When I drag the entire pad of my tongue over her sex, she moans, but the sound turns guttural and loud when I suckle her clit between my lips. The moment I push two fingers into her pussy, stroking over the rough spot on her upper wall, she clenches around my knuckles, screaming her release to the ceiling and I haven’t even started yet.
Gods… a human female under the influence of a mating growl is beautiful. Beautiful and way too loud. What are the chances nobody picked up on that? Zero.
I push myself up to sit and assess the situation. Izzy writhes before me, fingering herself, likely hours away from satisfaction. If my fingers made her scream, she’ll roar at my cock. I wish I could pound her the way she’s begging me to, but—
Sudden weakness shoots into my knees.
I glance down, finding lips tightly clasped around my cock. They run up and down my shaft, and Izzy’s sweet sounds of pleasure hum around my crown, mixing with the suckling sounds of how she’s letting me vek her mouth.
I suck in a breath, hold it, and stare down in fascination. That’s certainly one way of shutting her up, her moans muffled by thick flesh.
“Vek, Izzy,” I moan and grab her hair, gently thrusting into her mouth, demanding she takes in more of me. “This feels so good. You do this so incredibly well.”
Too well, because my crown tingles in warning. As much as I want to enjoy her mouth, it’ll do nothing to ease her current state. If she sucks me to orgasm, we’ll be back to square one. Even a saikh needs time to recover.
“Lie down.” I pull out of her mouth with a pop, and position myself between her legs, my shaft harder than ever before. “You want me to fuck you?”
She lifts her pelvis, pubic bone bumping against my crown. “Mmh, yes…”
I take myself in hand and circle her entrance, my heart pounding up a storm inside my chest. Being a virgin at my age is normal for males of my kind. That’s what I consider myself, because a Sheri’ma is nothing but a droid who happens to have a heart, and I
’ll gladly let Izzy be my first female. Damn… I wouldn’t mind if she would be my last and only.
“Izzy, listen to me.” Not sure if this will reach whatever part of her brain is still coherent, but I stroke her cheek anyway, bringing her gaze to meet mine. “I’ve never been with a female before, and for once, I’m glad for it. Sharing this with you is meaningful to me.”
Something clicks inside her head, because her writhing stops under trembles, and she trails her thumb over my bottom lip. “Meaningful.”
That one word pushes all doubts aside. “You’re adorable.”
I dip down for another kiss, parting her lips with my tongue just as I part her labia with a slow thrust. Pressure and warmth wraps around my crown, and I lose an unintended mating growl to her mouth.
Her cunt clenches around me, gripping my shaft, turning each ridge sinking into her sex into a battle of restraint. That, and a lot of controlled breathing, because the sensation of easing into her overwhelms in more ways than one. It fills my body with heat, and yet calms something deep at the core.
“Your cunt feels wonderful around my cock,” I whisper, kissing her mouth, her jawline, nibbling her neck, driving the pitch of her moans to a concerning level. “Shh…”
So many lessons on how to make a female scream.
Not a single one on how to keep them quiet.
“I know you want me to pound you hard, sweet thing,” I rasp, circling my pelvis over her clit whenever I’m deep inside her. “We need to keep it slow and quiet tonight, okay? But I promise I’ll make up for it another time.”
Before she can voice a complaint, I push deep and press my mouth over hers, swallowing her pants, her moans, her squeals, and even her screams. Over and over, I stroke into her, rolling my hips upward whenever I pull back, increasing the pressure of my ridges to stimulate her clit.
Our shared kisses ease my worry, and I give in to the emotional intimacy of the moment. We move our hips perfectly synchronized, lips never parting, and there isn’t a soul in this universe I’d rather share this experience with. She’s my friend, my lover, my mistress, and I’ll be whatever she needs me to be.
One beautiful wrinkle after another, Izzy’s face scrunches up under pleasure. She’s so close to her orgasm, and yet my rhythm remains even, my pressure consistent, and my mind entirely and utterly at ease. I might not have mastered my penetration angles, but I’ve studied this female for over a lunar cycle and know exactly what she likes.
The blood pumping into my cock is like a constant tingle around my shaft, my crown jerking whenever I drive in, throbbing with the need to release. A better scholar wouldn’t have this issue, but I’m the worst of them, determined to give her what she asked for and fill her with my seed. Until she’s dripping with it, just like requested.
When her cunt wraps me tight, her back arches with such force she almost bucks off the pod, and I use my tail to keep her steady. She sucks in a breath, holds it, and hisses it through clenched teeth.
I thrust into her hard but kiss her even harder, swallowing her screams until they turn breathy, mingling with my stuttered breaths as my balls tighten and rise.
I watch her come undone underneath me, losing myself into delirium as I give one final thrust, remain deep inside her as if on instinct, and my cock jerks with the first release of seed.
The rush of blood between my ears is deafening, the way my muscles contract and convulse painful. Painful and so worth it, my cock almost aching each time I spurt my seed deep into her womb.
But our kisses never stop.
And they continue as our breathing recovers, and she only rips her lips from mine to whisper, “Again.”
I chuckle. “Whatever pleases you. All night, if that’s what my mistress needs.”
It takes hours until she’s finally sated, and falls to sleep on top of me, with my cock still inside her. And I hold her, thinking of all the things I could have showed her under different circumstances.
Seventeen angles.
Five hip rolls.
Fifty-two positions.
In the end, I only made love.
Eleven
Izzy
I wake lying on my tummy, muscles sore, and something wet slowly trickles over my shoulder where Adrin’s head rests. He’s still asleep, one leg draped over mine, and his slow exhales breeze over my damp skin.
My future saikh is a drooler.
And I don’t mind it one bit.
I slowly slip out from underneath him, and while he doesn’t wake, he takes a deep inhale and rolls onto his back. He drapes an arm over his forehead, and the cutest little smacks roll from his lips.
Touch gentle, I trail my finger over his cheeks, sensing first stubbles on a face that still looks clean-shaven since he has such light-colored hair. His eyelids twitch first before he slowly blinks them open, golden irises dragging over the room before they find me.
“Hey, stranger,” I say and cup his cheek. “Sorry for waking you. I couldn’t resist.”
He smiles, but it takes him long seconds and a good stretch of his arms before his pupils finally focus on my face. “Does my alien beauty need more release? Give me ten seconds, and I can be ready for you.”
“I’m good for now.” A laugh bursts from my chest. “Oh God, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Shh,” he hushes me, stroking the laughter from my lips while he works up a shit-eating grin. “Could be worse. Could have peed your pants.”
My ears catch fire. “Don’t remind me.”
“Remind you of how you asked me to fill you with my cum?” When I try to hide my face in the pillow, he clasps my chin, rubbing it in thick. “At some point, you developed quite the obsession with my tail—”
“Stop embarrassing me!”
The harder he chuckles, the deeper his dimples grow. “Absolutely outrageous, the things you suggested I do with it. Uh-uh, don’t you go hiding.” He rolls on top of me and cages my head between his arms, retreat impossible. “My poor tail might be traumatized for life, but the compliments were quite flattering. Mmh, Adrin, it’s so smooth. Do you go blind if I run my fist up and down?”
If I wasn’t flustered already, I am now. “You’ll hold that over my head for the rest of your life, won’t you?”
A glint sparks in his eyes, grin dissipating, and something earnest comes over his features. “So I hope.”
His fingers stroke through my hair, play with my ends, the way it tickles making my eyes flutter shut. “I’m sorry if I was too… demanding last night.”
Between screaming orgasms into his pillow and moaning obscenities into his mouth, I swiped his emotional v-card, my body too worked up by those mating growls to ease him into it. Not that he needed any easing…
“I enjoyed every second. Do you still want me as your saikh after I graduate?” When he cups my cheek, I nod, and allow myself to sink into a touch that holds comfort, safety. “I wasn’t sure if that’s what you so eloquently requested last night. I’d be honored to join your estate…” There’s a moment of hesitation before he adds, “As one of your three saikhs.”
That last part acts like the elephant in the room. A very small room at that, generic looking, with a sleeping pod, a desk, a closet, and a hygiene pod in the corner. It’s the size of my pantry back at the estate, yet it fills me with a sense of calm like no other place ever since I came to this planet.
But that suffocating elephant…
With Adrin pressed against me like this, our bodies merged, it’s hard to imagine another saikh would fit into a moment like this. Let alone two. But his voice held no judgment when he said it. Guess I’m just being weird since the idea alone is still strange to me, but normal for his species?
He swallows audibly before he says, “Any idea who else you’ll choose?”
I look up at him but find no jealousy in his eyes. His face is all sorts of neutral. Yup, it’s me. “How would you advise me?”
“That’s entirely your decision.” His voice is matter of fact, but he
follows it up with a tense chuckle. Or maybe I imagined it that way? Gosh, I need to stop making this more complicated than it has to be. “Just don’t invite my brother, or I’ll have to back out. I put up with him all my life. Besides, he’s got a hairy ass.”
“And have twin brothers make fun of me for eternity? No thanks.”
The corners of his lips tug upward for less than a second. “You want Zorvik, don’t you? I know you like him.”
Something pinches underneath my ribs. Do I like Zorvik? Yeah, he’s a nice guy. But I don’t want him. Not the way I want Adrin. Need him. Maybe that could develop in the future?
“He’s the only other scholar I spent time with.” And we mostly talked about the saikhmenti and, well, Adrin. “But the thought of him being close to me…” The hairs on my arms lift.
Adrin pulls the blanket over us, cocooning our bodies with warmth. “How about you invite him to your estate when I’m there too? Together, he and I could try to… ease you into the idea.”
Once again, he says it so nonchalantly, as if there’s nothing to it. And maybe there isn’t. “That wouldn’t bother you?”
He smiles. “You know full well we receive training for this. How to pleasure a female together, if she so chooses. But also how to work as a team. It’s… the way things are.”
But not how they always have been, and the cut on Adrin’s stomach is proof. “Let me think about it.”
He nods. “Are you still coming to my fight on Sunday?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.” I check my com, and flinch. “Dammit. Steph tried to reach me three times. I bet she’s already on her way to my estate.”
“That’s today?”
I get out of bed and dress. “She arrived two days ago but had business with the council.”
Adrin fluffs the pillow underneath him. “I really wanted to meet Varac, but I don’t have classes today and wanted to spar before the tournament. Maybe get a warm soak and a massage.”
“Honestly, I’m not even sure if she’ll bring him since she mentioned he’s going to see his family.”