Chapter 18
Nahash’s body shuddered against her at her words. Then he took a long, deep breath that expanded his chest beneath her palms, squeezing her tighter in his arms for a moment, before he exhaled slowly. As the air left him, his arms relaxed. His tail slipped off her body, uncoiling to pull away from her.
As soon as she felt it loosening, she pushed with all her strength against him, stumbling as she suddenly found herself on her own two feet on the metal floor.
Nahash rapidly retreated to the furthest corner, his lower body balling up into tight coils. He curved his upper body over that lump of coils, his back turned to her.
Breathing hard from her fear, she stared at him, uncertain whether she could fully trust his retreat. There had been a long moment where she’d doubted he would even release her, and feeling like she’d lost control of the situation scared the hell out of her. She was used to always being in control of a situation.
But Nahash was a variable beyond her control. For a foolish moment, she’d forgotten that he was alien. She could talk with him, and even joke with him, but she couldn’t treat him like any other human man on a date. A brief kiss had seemed like a fairly harmless beginning to someday considering an intimate relationship with him. She hadn’t intended for it to go that far, or for Nahash to come so close to losing his control.
The silence grew thick and heavy as Cass searched for something to say.
While she struggled with finding the breath to speak his name, his voice broke the silence, brittle with anger. “You are like the other females. You play games with your mate, even when you don’t favor him.”
Her eyes widened as shock went through her at his accusation. “What? I wasn’t playing games with you, Nahash!”
He rose up off his tail and turned towards her, exposing a dizzying expanse of beautiful muscle and a face twisted by a scowl that bared far less beautiful sharp teeth. “You teased me, brought me to the point of engorgement, then forced me to get away from you so you could enjoy watching my suffering.” He clenched his fists, his scowl deepening, revealing more teeth. “I will not be a parlor pet, Casss. I would rather die first!”
She wasn’t sure which emotion should take precedence. Her righteous anger took a hit, weakening in the face of his anger. Confusion made its way to the top of the pile. Clearly, there’d been some serious miscommunication and misunderstanding in what had just happened between them.
“What’s a… what’s a parlor pet, Nahash?”
His expression didn’t soften in response to the gentle tone of her voice. “Females love to be admired and desired. They enjoy teasing their males until their bodies ache with need. For those they favor, perhaps they’ll satisfy that need, but for parlor pets—those they keep around just to keep large numbers in their harems—they tease them and then send them away to suffer the pain of unfulfilled arousal from a full engorgement.”
She held up her hands and shook her head. “No, that’s not what I intended, Nahash! I swear it. For humans, we sometimes just kiss on a first date. It’s not meant to be a tease, just a sign that we’re interested in seeing a person again and maybe—someday—taking it further. When we get to know them a little better, and we’re ready for the more intimate stuff.”
“What could be more intimate than letting me taste you, Casss? You let me share your breath, and drown in your scent. How can that not be a tease?”
She buried both hands in her hair, running them down to her neck where she squeezed the muscles that tensed at the base of her skull.
“I’m sorry, Nahash. I forgot that my scent affects you so much. I just… I wanted to try a kiss to let you know that I’m interested, but I didn’t plan to go so far today. This isn’t how it usually works for me.” She eyed his body, noting how his tail coiled around itself at his groin. She wondered if his two cocks had come out of hiding, or if his tail kept them in. She hadn’t felt them when he’d had her in his arms, but then again, she’d been preoccupied by the way his mouth ravaged her and the way his tail slowly wrapped around her, preventing her escape.
“Do you really… suffer, without following through?”
She’d heard human men say it hurt not to climax after getting an erection, but she took that with a grain of salt, figuring men would say anything to close the deal once the offer was on the table. Still, she knew Iriduans had a different physiology, one highly responsive to pheromones that controlled their behavior and physical bodies far more than they affected any human. She wondered if they knew about masturbation. It would certainly help them if they could fulfill their own needs.
He hissed and turned his head as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her anymore. “Without stimulants, I must wait until my shafts go down on their own. Since I’m engorged, the pain of not releasing my seed will be excruciating.”
If he were a human man, she would regard such dramatic words with skepticism, but he wasn’t human. Far from it—which was part of the problem. She didn’t doubt his sincerity, which meant she’d definitely taken things too far.
She couldn’t leave him to suffer because of her ignorance about his body. She’d initiated the kiss, having no intention of following through on anything more. She hadn’t done it with malice, but if she left him to suffer without trying to fix the problem, then she was being as selfish as he accused Iriduan females of being.
She gestured to his waist, where his tail covered his groin area. “Do your people know how to make yourselves come?” She mimed the jacking-off motion, blushing as she did so, though she was trying to view the situation in a more clinical light.
Something about the thought of watching him pleasure himself made her wet again. She’d never been particularly interested in watching such things before, but her curiosity about his body added to the strange, exotic appeal it held for her. She wanted to study him as he engaged in that sexual behavior, to familiarize herself with the sight of his dual cocks erect and pulsing with seed. The more she thought about it, the wetter she became, and her stomach did its butterfly twist when his tongue flicked out and his body tensed.
His brows hooded his eyes, giving him a predatory look as he regarded her with a frown. “This isn’t something we can do on our own. Not without stimulants.” He slid closer, his tail uncoiling from his groin area, exposing both of his erections. “Perhaps, if it was your hands around them and I could breathe in your heightened scent, I would find fulfillment.”
She nodded, swallowing around the lump in her throat. She didn’t want him to think she was okay with leaving him to suffer pain because of her reckless actions.
Nahash moved so quickly at times that it shocked her. Suddenly, he was directly in front of her, his tail coiled sinuously on the floor at her feet, though he didn’t touch her with it.
His dual cocks bobbed at his groin, waiting for her hands to encircle the thick, veiny shafts. Unlike the rest of his body, they were red and fleshy, not covered in scales. Though topped with what appeared to be spikes, she could tell they were penises. When she reached out a tentative hand to stroke over the head of his right cock, the spiky protrusions on it bent under the pressure of her exploratory fingers.
Nahash shuddered, the end of his tail lashing on the floor, curling back and forth as she increased the pressure of her fingers while running them over the head of his cock.
Her own arousal made her slick as she skated her fingers over the spiky nubs, then down to encircle his swollen shaft, the thick veins rubbing against her palm as she slowly drew her hand down towards the base of his shaft.
Her touch had his tail writhing, while a shuddering moan rasped past his lips. “Casss.” He drew her name out in an even longer hiss than usual.
She increased the speed of her stroke on his right shaft, while curling her other hand around his left. Once she did that, it seemed he could no longer contain himself. His hands rested on her shoulders, their grip hard as he held on like he feared he’d be swept away from her. He leaned forward and nuzzled her hair, pressing his nose into it, while his tongue flicked out to sweep along her cheek. She moved her hands up and down on his shafts as he pushed his lower body into each jerking motion.
She took a moment to spit on her palms, wishing she had some lotion or lubrication handy. He didn’t even seem to notice her brief pause with each hand, too enraptured by the scent of her hair and the taste of her neck, where his tongue danced over her sensitive flesh.
Her saliva made her hands slide much smoother over his engorged flesh, but it also made her think about taking him into her mouth. Giving blow jobs had never been a first date thing for her, but then again, neither had giving hand jobs. Since neither of those actions had ever really done much for her, they’d been more of a chore done to reciprocate for a lover after sexual intimacy had already been established.
Now, stroking Nahash—feeling his exotic, incredibly strong body tremble in her hands, at the mercy of her touch—made her more excited than she’d been in years. Her body felt so wet she could probably slip one of his spiky cocks inside her without much effort, though they were both at least ten inches long and thick enough that her fingers couldn’t reach all the way around them.
She felt powerful as her hands alone brought him to the brink of orgasm. The way he moaned and called out her name in a pleading tone made her understand how easy it would be to abuse such power over a male like him. The fact that some Iriduan females succumbed to the temptation to bring their males to their knees, begging for sexual release, didn’t surprise her. Nahash could kill her without using the effort she might use to swat a fly. He was super strong, super-fast, and highly trained in combat. He also possessed abilities he’d only hinted at, that were probably even greater than what she’d already seen. Yet, in that moment, all the power lay in her hands. He would do whatever she asked to get her to finish what she’d started.
She felt his cocks jump in her hands, just before his seed spurted out of the holes at the tips, both of them ejaculating at the same time. His cum soaked her fingers and dampened her jumpsuit, dripping down her hands and wrists before wetting the floor, where his tail still lashed and coiled.
As he climaxed, he shuddered in her grasp, clutching her to his chest with shaky hands, his breath ragged against her hair. For a long moment after she released both of his cocks, he held her against his chest in silence, his nose still buried in her hair.
“Thank you, Casss,” he finally hissed. “No stimulant has ever made it feel like this.”
She rubbed her wet hands on her jumpsuit before lifting one to stroke his sleek head. “Just so you know, that’s definitely not how my first dates usually end.”
He lifted his head, staring down at her with eyes that were only just returning to their normal appearance, the pupils contracting back into vertical slits. “So, the number of the dates is the important thing?” He glanced over at the cabinet that held the rations he’d prepared for them earlier, his expression thoughtful.
She held up a staying hand. “I know what you’re thinking.” She chuckled at his sidelong look and sly smile that revealed a hint of his dimple. “You can’t just stuff me with food and say that’s a date, buddy.”
“What other date activities can we do, Cass?” He’d again bitten off the hiss that he seemed to naturally want to do whenever he said her name.
She looked at her hand, which was still sticky from him. “Well, first of all, I’m going to go take a shower.”
She frowned at the realization that there wouldn’t be a nice stream of hot water for her to bathe in, but whatever worked to clean her up would do at that point. Plus, she needed a fresh change of clothes.
He released her with obvious reluctance, moving his tail aside so she could walk past him to the door. “Will you return after you bathe? For another date-time?”
She couldn’t help her laughter at his hopeful expression. “You’re insatiable!” She held up a finger. “I’ll return on one condition. You have to treat this as just a ‘getting to know you’ thing. No more sexy stuff!”
He nodded his agreement, but she didn’t trust the crooked smile he wore as he turned away from her to survey the mess he’d made.