by Amanda Milo
I am. But I can’t speak words, or breathe, or even blink. I want to rage, but I am frozen knowing I would never hurt her, but I also can’t leave her to go destroy some other room. I am locked in a hellish, frozen, torturous-
She slides her hands up to get a grip on my horns, which she proceeds to shake. “Snap out of it, and listen to me. I love you, you idiot, and I love you more than I have ever loved any male, definitely so, so, so much more than any male from my home. Because you’re awesome. You are wonderful to me. With me. You’re the best. And when I left home, hickeys weren’t popular, but if they are a big deal here, if they’re a big deal to you, Arokh, I’d do anything for you. Okay? I will spend all day sucking on your neck if it makes you happy, I promise.”
Now she drags one of her palms down my nose. I exhale hard, smoke curling out of my nostrils.
Angie opens her lips and sucks the smoke in.
Then she puffs it out.
And smiles at me.
She lifts her head up, straining to reach my collarbone, where she begins to lap at my skin, her tongue running over the small pebbled scales there. I shove my arms forward to clasp the back of her head, cradling her neck upward so she will be more comfortable. She kisses, she licks, she suckles from my throat until I’m groaning into the mattress, my face buried as I brace one hand next to her ear to keep from crushing her under me.
She is running her foot along my hip, then sliding it over my thigh, tracing my tail, which I try not to flick but can’t help it. This… it feels so…
I’ve released twice and some time ago she began to rub herself against me for her own releases, and her biting grew wild with every one. By now, I’ve nearly lost all sense.
When she pulls back, her lips are swollen and wet and darker than normal. Even more beautiful. She is panting. “Let me admire my handiwork here a second, mmmm.”
Her grin is huge. “You’re going to need to see this, big guy.”
I’m off her so fast she begins to laugh, almost breathlessly. The wall in front of me instantly melts into a reflecting panel and I am glad the team is monitoring us, capturing this, this gift my female has bestowed upon me. This honor.
My Angie has made my skin into a broad, bold, canvas of art. My growl of satisfaction is so deep and so loud that the walls shiver from the reverberation.
An almost musical laugh floats to my ears as Angie’s small arms come around me and her voice sounds satisfied when she asks, “You like it?”
I look down at her, content to my very soul. “I love that you chose me to show your love and favor like this. Thank you, my Angie.”
Her cheek lifts in that way I have come to recognize is her attempt at masking the true depth of her humor. “So whenever I make you angry-“
My brows dip.
“Why would I become angry at you?”
“Shush, just answer the question. I could make it up to you with this? Cheer you up with this? Make you feel appreciated with this?” She points to one of the rings, the one she spent the longest on, the one with the deepest color change. It is absolutely beautiful. And impossible to miss by any who will see me; they will know my human spent time showing how much she loves me, which makes it even more resplendent.
My nod is hard and decisive and her smile finally breaks free, and it is a huge one. “Oh, big guy. If this is all it takes to make you feel this good? Then we have got it made.”
Epilogue
ANGIE
Thanks to D’s formula, things have eased up quite a bit. The Rakhii are going through a bit of a liberation; finally getting some equal(er) rights - not exactly an overnight revolution or anything, but from what I understand, things are changing for the better and it’s being attributed to… well? Us. Cause we’re awesome.
Arokh doesn’t need to be clinging on to me 24/7 anymore, but he likes to be. And I like it that way. Most women are the same. It’s nice to be pretty much the center of a guy’s world. I’m not pregnant, and I’m surprised at the feeling that gives me: I’m a little.... sad. Arokh says it is something I shouldn’t ‘fret’, but I wonder if he really hopes we can, uh, crossbreed. Either way, on his way out the door this morning, he dropped that it’s his whelping day. I asked him if that was a big deal where he was from, and he wasn’t sure what I meant. I asked if they celebrated it, gave gifts. He looked like he wanted to tell me, but he was in a rush to go since he’d spent his ‘getting ready for work’ time this morning doing other things to me.
Thus, I have an earth tradition to introduce him to: gift giving. But I don’t have any money... Guess I’ll just have to improvise.
When I enter the conference room I see the bigwigs.
They’ve assembled a team that will be protecting earth's resource – not oil, not gold, not diamonds or food or water – women.
I’d expected to be shooed out. I didn’t belong here; I was not the woman assigned to this team, the woman who weighed in with her opinions and shared her considerable knowledge about earth’s flight-space… and other stuff. As I said; not my area, and the aliens had been careful to limit and pre-assign interaction. Instead, they allow us to ‘naturally’ seek each other out to socialize - with males and the scientists monitoring, always.
But they let me into the room. I waved to Kelly, and I told them that I was borrowing Arokh - I don’t ask, I just tug my alien out by the hand.
And he follows.
Because he’s awesome.
I’m not going to say he follows without question – because he doesn’t.
“Angie, are you hurt? What is wrong? Why aren’t you speaking? I think I need more of the co-loansprey-“
And I have to laugh, because he means cologne spray, which he damn near drowns in because he says it barely works at all and it doesn’t settle his mind - he’s always worrying, wondering if I’m okay. Aww. I think it’s partly too that he’s afraid he’ll go berserk and tear down walls to get to me if he fixates on me too much – so I feel properly loved indeed when he has to come back three and four times a day to reapply. After we make out, of course. Sure, he could take the bottle with him, but he needs to check on me. And he thinks I’d only pull him from a meeting if I were in dire need of him.
Well. Maybe he’s not wrong on that part.
Finally! An empty conference room.
I curl my lip at the blinking green light in the corner. Monitored. Of course. What isn’t?
But I shake it off. Gracie was right. You deal and get used to it.
I can’t believe I haven’t done this yet. It was never a favorite for me before, but this guy – this guy is biting down, fangs showing, eyes wild, making grunting noises thru the leather clamped between his fangs (that’d be his belt) and it. Is. Hot.
I grab his hands and move them to my head, and he catches on, his fingers spearing into my hair.
I am having so much fun, I think I’ll do this every day. He looks like he is ready to lose it. My knees aren’t even bothering me yet but my jaw is stretched too far, and getting seriously tired but this is so worth it.
I wink at him, smiling around my jawful.
His eyes screw shut and he comes.
I stand, and wrap a hand around the back of his neck to drag him closer to me. He is acting like a zombie – malleable, but a little out of it. I fucking love it.
I bite his neck like a vampire.
He stares at me like I rang his bell good.
I give myself a little bow.
Hell, I give myself a dozen.
He is gazing down at me now like I am a gift from heaven.
And happy? I think I made his lightyear, not just his birthday.
Mission accomplished.
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AROKH
Initially, I was concerned when Angie sought me out.
But when she tugged and -ineffectively- pushed and prodded at me, I fell into step with her, and she led us into a room.
Where she backed me to a wall and stared up at me with… hunger.
My scales are od
dly tight all over, and my horns feel like they are almost curling at the ends I am suddenly strung so tight. That’s not actually possible, but I run a hand along one of my horns just to check.
It’s fine.
Quickly, she reaches for my suit fastening.
“Angie?” I question, noting that my voice has turned hoarse.
She works off my belt, then holds it up to my mouth.
“Bite on this," she instructs, her smile so wide and wickedly sexy that my jaw drops.
She takes the opportunity to firmly shove the leather between my teeth. When her hands peel down my trousers, she simpers and flutters her lashes, saying, “We both know you have a tendency to roar when you come, so… bite it.” She grins up at me.
I clamp down on the belt.
She kneels at my feet.
My eyes roll back, my knees buckle, but I catch myself before I collapse on her.
She kneads my thighs and squeezes my ass, the muscle strung tight, then begins to pump me with one hand while she wraps her tongue around the underside of the tip.
When I am spent, and my throat is raw, and my teeth have punctured through the leather so that I have to pry it up in order to remove it from my jaws; I slump against the wall. She never takes her eyes from mine as she drags her tongue over her palm.
Carefully lapping every last bit of my taste from her skin.
I groan again.
She twirls and prances to the spot where she’d abandoned her purse, where she pulls out a sanitizing cloth, rubbing it against her hands before swiping it over the spot on the floor where a small amount overflowed from her lips.
She looks happy with herself as she bows, and preens, and if she only knew what I felt for her in that moment.
My female needed to run.
Just as soon as I had regained full motor function, I was coming for her.
Well. Coming after her.
Rifling through her purse once more, she now tugs out the bottles Dohrein made for us, the ones from our lair. She sprays us each liberally.
(A waste, because I will have her scenting of the real me, and relishing her real taste in my mouth very, very soon.)
Fixes her hair calmly.
Then she reaches up as far as she can on her toes, bracing herself on my forearms, and pecks my chin with an affectionate kiss. “Happy Whelping Day,” her smile is so bright and heartwarming.
She almost makes it to the door before I am on her, wrapping my big arms around her small frame. “Female, you are worth more to me than any whelp gift I could ever deserve or earn in a lifespan of whelp days.”
When she tells me I should go back to the meeting, I do - but only after she leads me there. She leaves me, and I wonder if I look half as shaken and shocked and… somehow, as frustrated as I feel.
Apparently so, because the other males ask if she gave me news that she was gravid. Warmth floods me at the thought of my Angie being gravid – no, pregnant. Littered. I cut a dangerous smile at the room of males. “She stopped by to remind me that I am incredibly, unbelievably blessed.” My human is absolutely inimitable. “She is too much,” I add affectionately - and here, I used my finger attack motions like Angie does. “I go to her now.”
They all nod, and it is not my imagination that their eyes are knowing.
I don’t care.
I am bonded to the best, most magnificent female.
Who could have guessed that the little offworlder I stole from her auction buyers would change my life so completely?
Did I say I was blessed? I am so far beyond it.
With reluctance, I return my focus - most of it - to those at the table. “Tell me what day; my female and I will join the earth mission to retrieve the younglings and the essential minerals the humans require.” I swallow, and the aftertaste of leather makes me grin. “I need to attend my human.”
As I stalk down the hallway, I reach for my belt. That day that she called to me? I came after her. I always will.
I slip the leather from the loops and test it. It did not cause pain to my mouth; it is supple, and even with all of the new holes, it should be perfect for muffling her screams.
It’s my turn.
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