Lois wriggled around, finding his hand and moving it to her breast so that it fit into his palm. His hand was warm, but her nipple still tightened almost painfully in excitement and she sighed. The claws of his fingers rested on her chest, but his thumb swept gently over her, daring to touch her.
He didn’t hurt her, not at all. Instead, the heavy weight and pricking points of his claws turned her on, having something so dangerous right over her heart. The velvet on his thumb was such a contrast to any other part of him, she knew he was using the softest part of his body to touch her, and she felt a warm swell between her thighs as she wondered what else he would do.
Zir trailed his mouth across her cheek, resting his face in the crook of her neck. “Lois,” he breathed, sounding like his usual rigid control was quickly slipping from his hold.
She used her hand on his to tighten his hold, clamping her legs to his hips to spur him on. He held himself up again, supporting his weight on his other arm and twisting to make a space between them even as she held his lower half to her. He looked down at his hand and brushed the velvet of his thumb against her nipple, making her heart race. She watched him watch her as he snagged her nipple against the side of his claw, remembering how he had said he would be visually stimulated. That he would enjoy watching her feel him.
“Zir,” she moaned, putting her hand on his waist and running her nails up his sides.
He made a sudden choking hiss and went rigid above her, staring at her in surprise. She froze, worried she had done something wrong, hurt him somehow.
“You have claws after all,” he said, swallowing.
“You felt that?” Lois asked.
He nodded.
“Want me to do it again?”
He nodded, dipping his head as his eyes went hazy. This time she dragged her nails up his spine slowly, increasing the pressure until she was sure she would be hurting a human man, but Zir just gave a low growl like a purr, and pushed his hips into the cradle of her thighs.
She grinned, determined to do this a lot. She was beginning to wonder though that she hadn’t felt anything recognisable as an erection from him, though that wasn’t to say she had felt nothing. There was something there. She just had to believe him when he said there wouldn’t be a problem, though she was curious, and she wanted to get her hands on him to find out since she apparently wasn’t allowed to look.
She didn’t know how long he wanted to continue with the foreplay. His eyes scanned down her body, and he made another reach for the last shred of lace covering her.
“You first,” she said, tightening her lower body against him so that he couldn’t get to her briefs.
He looked at her, his eyes narrowing. He suddenly rolled away from her and stood up, making her worry that she’d really offended him. She propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him cross the room and take hold of the open door. Before she could say anything, he threw it shut with a snap, pitching them into total darkness. She could feel her eyes straining to see.
“Zir? Where are you?” she said, trying not to sound unnerved.
“I am here,” he answered, his voice soft. She couldn’t see him at all, but he must have been standing right next to the hammock by her feet.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“We agreed you would not look,” he replied.
“But I can’t see anything,” she complained. She jumped when his hand touched her leg, smoothing up her calf, his thumb sweeping back and forth over her knee in a soothing gesture.
“Do not worry,” he said. “I am here. I shall undress.”
Lois heard fabric moving and assumed he was taking his pants off at last. “I thought you said you were visually stimulated,” she pressed mulishly, feeling put out that she couldn’t see him anymore. Her eyes were slowly adapting though, and she thought she could just make out the silhouette of his shoulders.
“I am,” he confirmed. “I can see, even in this light.”
Lois felt the hammock dip as he rejoined her, her mood improving as his heat crept over her skin again. She judged his hands to be nearby and followed his arms with her hands to anchor herself to him.
He continued. “You are beautiful,” he said.
Lois scoffed. “Thanks,” she said, sure he didn’t expect his compliment to mean less to her in the dark.
He sat up by her feet, and she felt the nick of his claws against her skin as he hooked her briefs, pulling them down her legs. She let him this time, finding it hard to be shy when she couldn’t see, despite his claim that he could.
His hands moved her legs out of his way, and she jumped when she felt his nose brush her chest. He moved down her body slowly, and she shivered as the feathers of his crest trailed between her breasts.
“Is this the human way?” he asked, making her belly tighten as she guessed his mouth must be below her belly-button.
She let out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to remain still, though she wanted to spread her thighs wider and offer herself up. “In the dark? Not especially. Is it the Volin way?”
“No,” he said, and she felt his hands grip her thighs. She flinched reflexively at the feel of his claws so close to the softest part of her, but when pain didn’t come, she ached with anticipation. She could tell from the placing of his hands, fingers on the outside of her thighs, palms underneath, thumbs on the inside, what he intended to do. “It is my way,” he finished, and then his mouth connected with her.
Her back arched as she tried to control herself enough not to accidentally pull away from him. His tongue touched her, licking up her slit, and she panted, realising she’d been holding her breath. She reached down, her fingers skimming over his ears, but she didn’t want to pull on his crest so she fisted her hands in the pillow around her instead with a groan.
The point of his tongue slipped between her folds and found her clit, flicking and circling it. She felt her body tighten in response, spasming hard, and she dug her heel into the cushion.
He barely drew away to talk. “Here?” he asked, his voice deep and soft in the dark of the room. She could almost feel his lips moving against her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Where did you learn to do that?” she wondered.
If the crook of his lips against her was anything to go by, he was smiling. “There are many videos of humans breeding in all kinds of ways,” he said. “We are all curious about it.”
“Oh,” she replied, hoping the conversation would end there so he could get back to tonguing her clit. So the Teissians watched porn. She couldn’t blame them, humans were curious about the other species as well. That must be where he learned that he was physically different to a human man, but if it also taught him how to give head, she was fine with that.
As if he read her mind, Zir touched his tongue to her again, settling his shoulders as if he was getting comfortable while he drove her almost out of her skin. She was whimpering and moaning as he licked her, teasing her clit with the flat of his tongue and circling her entrance with the point. His feathers twitched back and forth on her stomach, cool and smooth.
She soon realised she would come like this unless she stopped him, and she didn’t want that. She wanted him, and she wanted him while she was still hungry, not as dessert after she’d already come.
She made herself push him away with a groan, though it was difficult.
“Is something wrong?” he rasped.
She tried to find his face in the dark but could only make out his silhouette. “I want you, Zir,” she admitted. “Inside me. Now.” She remembered his condition. “Let me touch you.”
She held out her hand and he moved closer, kneeling between her open thighs. His hand found hers and led her to him, her fingers brushing the scales on his stomach first. One of his hands settled on her knee as if to balance him.
He slowly pushed her hand lower and she waited to feel something, the thing he was worried would repulse her. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but her fingers twitched
as they came into contact with soft frills. It felt like he had several warm delicate folds running between his legs, protecting something. She explored the surface of them tenderly, afraid of hurting him, and his grip on her knee tightened to the point that he had to take his hand away or risk wounding her with his claws.
“Finish your touching soon,” he groaned. “And tell me to enter you.”
Lois smiled, daring to touch him more. Deeper in the folds, she found something hard, and Zir hissed, his body hunching over her. He caught her hand and pulled it away.
“Now,” he rasped. “Your answer?”
Curious, aroused, and having found nothing that suggested he would hurt her, Lois shifted on the cushion, opening her legs to him. She tilted her hips to where she imagined they should be.
“I want you,” she said. She followed his silhouette as he crouched over her, his hands denting the cushion on either side of her shoulders. She felt warm scales brush the inside of her thighs.
“Do not move,” he whispered to her, and then she felt the soft frills slide against her sex. She was hot and wet, and it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. She was still wondering what he intended to do, what made him so confident that they were compatible. Then she felt a hardness come to rest against her entrance and breach a little way inside her.
She put her arms around Zir’s waist and tried to push against him, to get more of him inside her, but his hand jumped to her hip and stopped her.
“I need you to keep still,” he repeated.
She pulled him down to her so that they were chest to chest. She would follow his lead for now, but it was getting harder to do as he asked. What she assumed was his dick inside her was moving too slowly for her liking, inching further in and swelling as it did so.
To keep herself distracted from moving, Lois asked him in a breathy voice, “What is happening, exactly?”
“I told you,” he replied. “Volin males will fit any female. My body is learning yours.”
“Your dick changes shape?” she confirmed, squirming but trying to keep her hips still.
“Yes, which is why it is important you do not move,” he said.
“Is it permanent?” she asked, a little alarmed.
Zir didn’t answer right away. “No,” he admitted at last. “Unless we breed regularly, my body will not maintain your shape.” He shifted against her, sliding his arm under her back and brushing his mouth over her cheek. “I will remember it though.”
Lois felt a swell of affection as he said that, and turned her face to catch his mouth in a kiss. She slid her hands down his sides, gripping his ass and trying to grind him against her. His hand tightened on her hip, claws briefly pricking her, and he broke the kiss to give her a chastising tut.
“Zir, come on, I’m ready,” she complained in a whine, chasing his mouth with hers, hoping to convince him. His dick felt big enough, she could work with it. Waiting was unbearable.
“Be patient, Lois,” he commanded, making her huff.
He moved his hand from her hip to her breast, massaging her with his palm, pinning her hips with his lower body to keep her still.
“That’s not making me more patient,” she panted as he gently trailed the claw point of his thumb up the inside of her breast.
He ducked his head to lick her nipple and she raked her nails up his back, making him arch and hiss.
“Zir,” she moaned. “How much longer?”
“Soon,” he answered, reaching behind him to grab her hand and pinning her wrist to the cushion. Then he sealed his mouth over hers, possibly to stop her talking.
His tongue slipped into her mouth as his cock continued to swell inside her, pushing against her walls until she couldn’t resist trying to move again. She could only whine as she dug her heel into the cushion for leverage, testing whether she could push him deeper or pull away from him, anything for the friction he was denying her.
She half felt, half heard him sigh above her, breaking the kiss. His mouth moved to her ear, and he pulled out of her to the tip, making her miss the hot pressure of him immediately.
“Is this what you need?” he growled in her ear, before driving the full swollen length of his cock back into her. It felt like it had grown in the few seconds it was out of her body, and now it stretched her enough to make her gasp and arch her back, locking her legs around his waist as her nerves lit up.
“Yes,” she cried, ready to say anything to keep him from stopping.
Zir growled and shifted his position above her so that one arm went under her waist to hold her to him and the other supported his weight. Lois clutched his shoulders to keep herself grounded as he did as she asked and thrust into her again, setting up a deep, quick rhythm.
She angled her hips so that his body hit her clit with each thrust, his scales wet and rubbing against her in the most perfect way. She gasped and tucked her face against his chest, her body clenching around him. She was so close to coming from everything he had done to her already. She felt him brush his cheek against her hair and make a choked, growling, trilling noise.
She met his thrusts now that he was letting her move, increasing their pace until they were both grabbing blindly for each other, their breath coming short. Lois knew she was close, and then the building pressure inside her flew apart, the orgasm he was driving her towards bursting over her, and her body locked around him, spasming so tightly he could barely move. He cursed sharply in Volin and a few second later she felt him empty inside her, a rush of hot wetness filling her.
She caught her breath as he collapsed to the side, disengaging from her body and breathing heavily. He reached for her and pulled her against him, making a rattling rumbling sound she took to mean he was pleased. Lois looked at him, or tried to.
“Zir, can you turn on the lights, please?”
He whistled a few notes and a soft glow grew in the room, until she could see him clearly. It was almost startling to be able to see him again after what they had done in the dark. His yellow eyes were watching her, his face relaxed but his eyes alert.
She smiled, and kissed him.
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She wriggled in his arms, turning so that her back was to his chest, allowing him to spoon her. Zir wrapped his arms around her, deploying his wings so that they covered her from shoulder to hip. They felt weird against her skin, alive but thin and malleable, but they kept her warm. Lois noticed again that one of them had a hole in it. Sometime she would ask him what had happened, but not right then.
“You were right,” she purred. “We do work together.”
“Yes,” he agreed, nuzzling her hair and making a soft trilling noise.
“I haven’t heard that before,” she said. “Does it mean anything?”
“We say it is from before we learned to speak. The meaning cannot be said in words,” he told her.
Lois smiled, enjoying the romantic notion. “Do you do it to anyone else?”
“No,” he replied, still snuggling into her. “It is only for-” He cut himself off abruptly.
Lois looked over her shoulder at what she could see of him, though if she had to guess he was hiding his face in her hair. “For?”
He moved so that one yellow eye was peeking at her. “Mates,” he said.
She sighed. “Zir…”
He covered her mouth with his hand, making her glare at him indignantly. “I do not want to hear it,” he said, his expression wary. “Unless you will tell me you will be my mate, I do not want to hear it.”
She pulled his hand away from her mouth and kissed his palm, holding his eyes. “It’s just a big decision,” she said. “I want to be sure.”
He dropped his head back to the bed, tightening his arms around her. When he didn’t say anything else, she rolled over to face him and cupped his jaw. “You know I still enjoy being with you, right? It’s not a judgement on you. I enjoyed what we just did,” she said.
He looked at her, and what was soft in his gaze turned into a scowl. “I will make you
as sure as I am,” he vowed.
Lois smiled at his dogged optimism and kissed him briefly, resting her bare leg over his. “Right now I believe you. But how are you so sure, anyway? We never used to talk, or spend any time together. What makes you think I’d be a good mate?”
“You are kind,” he said. “I always hear it from others who have just arrived, that Lois Kennedy gave them hope that Earth would be a nice place. You did not do my orientation when I first landed, so I did not see it at first. I did not know you then, but I wondered who this woman was. She did not sound real. All those who had met you could agree, those of us who had not were lost. I wanted to meet you too.
“Then I was sent to fix your computer. I was sceptical. But you smiled at me, and I could see what the others meant. I did not want to be your mate at first but after a while… I did. On Teiss, a strong female is desired. I think you are strong, but you are also intelligent, and attractive, and I like your moods,” he said, watching his claw trace down her arm.
“‘You like my moods’? What does that mean?” Lois asked with a laugh. She was feeling quite dizzy with all this praise. Her groups talked about her? The people she welcomed remembered her?
“You are happy when you fix a problem yourself without asking for help. You are sad when someone is hurt. You are angry when someone walks in front of you when you open a door. You are always changing, and you make funny faces. I like it,” he clarified.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about hearing he liked her ‘funny faces’, but she could certainly have more of him listing all the things he liked about her while tracing patterns on her skin and looking at her so softly.
“I want you in my nest, Lois. I want you to be my mate,” he said, his features hardening again in determination.
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