Haze had enjoyed watching Vi jump around. Now, it was time to get some as well. He spread her legs, enjoying looking down at her completely naked body.

He fumbled around for a moment, prodding her until he found what he was looking for. He placed his shaft against her opening and slid inside.

Man, did that feel good.

She rewarded him with a gasp.

He anchored himself with his tail wrapped around one breast, beating time to her nipple, and went to town, stroking in and out of her, feeling her around him. She gasped and wiggled, looking all kinds of hot. The feeling overtook him then and he threw his head back, moaning, overcome with the feeling. He rose over the top, sliding into home one more time. Shaking and gasping.

Best ride ever.

He pulled himself out, bent down, and licked her where he’d made her jump before. She moaned some more. Yes, so much fun.

He fell down on the bed, next to her, throwing an arm across her chest, liking the feel of her nipples against his skin. He could sleep for a million years now, he was so relaxed.

He dragged himself up on his elbow, so he could see her better and play with her breasts a little longer.

She eyed him sideways, a satiated, half-smile on her face.

He’d done good; he could tell.

“So,” he said. He rolled a nipple between his fingers, watching it perk up. “Food time?”

‘Ehrm…” She stretched, making her breasts heave. “Please, yes.”

He pulled over the menu and clicked around until he found a few more things that looked good.

As he selected them, he made work on her nipples until she was panting again, a soft moan escaping her lips.

He grew hard again, watching her body move. Soon he was inside her, moaning and listening to her moan. It was his best day ever.

When the buzzer rang, he left her naked on the bed and collected their food.

As he returned, carrying a couple trays of food, she was back in a seated position and pulling her t-shirt back on.

“Now, listen here, slave,” he protested. “You should always be naked in my presence.” He waved a hand at her. “No exceptions.”

She completely disregarded him, instead bouncing to the end of the bed with a grin on her face. She reached over to the tray and pulled off a bite of food to try it. She made a face but kept eating.

“So, when do you think we’ll know?” She glanced up at him.

He scratched his face, thinking about it. What was done, was done. “Probably tomorrow. That merchant guy will haggle a little, but mostly I’m sure he’s got the deal sewn up. Why?”

She shook her head. “No, I mean your boys. You know, the swimmers. How long does it take to find out whether they’re lethal to me?”

Haze felt the blood slide out of his body. “I…”

He’d completely forgotten about that more heartbreaking consequence of the Mahdfel curse. It was rare, but every so often, even with the genetic matching in place, the pregnancy could still kill the mother and baby.

Seban’s mother had died that way from a bad second match.

Vi looked at him, apologetically. “I suppose I could have asked Molly or the doctor, but it felt awkward. Molly seems fine.”

“She’s not pregnant,” he whispered.

“Oh.” Her mouth kind of formed the word. “So, how was it anyway?” she asked with a knowing smile. “Pretty good, right?”

Haze’s brain couldn’t click back that fast. “Vi, you can’t say something like that. I—” He shook his head. “I wasn’t even thinking about the curse thing before. You’ve been killing me all day in that outfit.” He gestured toward her, frustrated. She still looked hot as sin. “Listen, I know it’s rare though. The doctors, Seban, they’re all looking at the matching process constantly to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

She smirked. “You know you could say that with your mouth.”

He cocked his head to the side, confused. What was this girl on about? “I am saying it with my mouth.”

“Yeah, but down here.” She spread her legs while reaching up for him.

Oh. Desire raced through his body. He let himself be pulled down to his knees. Then his mouth was pressed against her mound.

She immediately moaned her appreciation and lay back, her head still holding him close, and her back arched up for him.

At first, he nuzzled her, then he lapped at her with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.

As he swiped up, he reached up too so that he could pull up her shirt and reveal her perfect breasts. He settled in, enjoying the view.

She started quivering almost immediately, shaking, holding him to her, her hips jerking up into his face.

He increased his pace until she tensed and cried out, moaning and clinging to him.

He pulled her off the bed, her legs wrapped around him, slid her down his body until he could ease her opening over his cock, surrounding it. He jerked up spearing her.

She moaned, her eyes hooded and hard, staring at him with undisguised need.

He sat down on the edge of the bed so she could ride him as he watched, his hands pressed to her chest.