Chapter Nine

 

If Tabitha had walked in thirty seconds earlier, she would have caught him in the throes of a self-inflicted orgasm. Savich began to grow hard again, seeing her wide-eyed expression as she stood just inside the room’s doorway. If he could send her his thoughts, it would be something like this:

You’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen, and I’m five thousand years old. Come to me. Touch me. Kiss me. Hold my proud cock in your hand and squeeze me until I burst. I want to touch you. I want to hold and protect you. But most of all, I want to fuck you. But I never will. Because you would hate me forever, and I couldn’t bear it.

He didn’t want to scare her off. So he remained silent, but pled with her with his eyes. All of the Krinar technology available, and they still hadn’t managed telepathy. A shame. He watched her face drink him in, and it soothed the simmering anger at what they had done to her.

He didn’t know her, but he knew she was brave.

When she seemed to seek out his large manhood, he decided to help her out.

He stood, letting the hot water sluice off him. Back on Kavelt, there was a hot springs he would frequent. This bathing room wasn’t even close, but with a pair of jeweled green eyes laving over his skin, his blood seemed to boil hotter than those springs. Then she paled and lifted a small hand to her throat.

She was afraid of him.

He reached for the towel, still staring at her. He had to stop. One more eye-fuck from her, and he would leap on her and sink deep into her beautiful pussy. But he could never—never do it. He wiped his face and hair, willing his dick to go down. It didn’t.

She reached for the doorframe.

He silently commanded her to meet his gaze. “I will never hurt you.” He should distract her. “Will you hand me my shirt?”

When he reached out to take it, their hands met. A shock so powerful he wondered if a nanobot had malfunctioned jolted through him. He dropped the towel, and she gasped, reaching for it. He wished she would reach for his dick that eagerly. He smiled at her.

“It’s all molecules. Everything will be recycled.” He wanted to be closer. She wore the clothes he’d made. The tunic draped delicately over the swell of her breasts and flared at her waist. The trousers hugged her thighs and butt. Everything about her was touchable. He stepped out, being sure to land right in front of her.

Now they were so close he could smell her hair. He waited for her to look up and meet his eyes. He smelled her arousal, and it threatened to consume him like a volcano lava flow. What would it be like if she wanted him? All of him? Would she take his cock deep inside her? Would she cry out in pleasure if he drove her to orgasm with his fingers, his lips, his tongue? She looked up, and he dove in, searching for her soul in those green eyes. They were filled with wonder, and questions, and trepidation.

“I like your eyes.”

And he was lost.

“That’s good enough for now.”

He had to taste her lips and breathe her air. He’d never kissed a human before. Had never even seen one in real life before Kumar’s charl. Her lips were plump and sweet, like the berries he’d fed her this morning. He wanted to capture her with his arms, but he didn’t want to frighten her. If she didn’t push him away, he would make this kiss last for eternity.

And he did.

He pulled her lips into his mouth with his teeth and tongue, suckling and licking. Then he covered her mouth with his own, devouring every breath and whimper. Her eyes were closed now, and she melted into his kiss. Her hands bunched in the fabric of his shirt, and he knew she could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach. As much as he wanted to pick her up and carry her out into the larger room to fuck, he knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t even put his arms around her.

She moaned and sighed, returning his kisses with fervor and grabbing his shirt so tight it might rip. Savich poured every particle of desire into his kiss. She would know he wanted her. There would be no doubt.

He began simulating a slow fuck with his tongue, plunging his into her mouth and retreating, and she fell against him. He had to hold her now. If she tightened, if she cried—he would be careful. She didn’t protest, but pressed her body into his, and he wrapped his arms until he covered her like a blanket. He enfolded her, and she began to cry.

He arched away and pulled his arms back as if he’d been burned.

She collapsed onto the floor, and he cursed himself the dumbest klapkovik this side of Krina.