Arak had programmed the cabana to detect and remove any electronic devices. If her necklace had been an heirloom from her grandmother, he never would have destroyed it. He would have found another way to remove the camera. But his plans for the alluring little human didn’t involve being videotaped. When she’d come out of the cabana, his jaw had dropped. The suit molded every luscious curve of her delectable body. She was gorgeous.
She still wore the damn earpiece, and the man speaking from it was more annoying and belligerent than ever. But he would fix that straightaway.
“Arak, no don’t! Please!” She kicked and wiggled.
He chuckled. “Hold your breath.”
“Caitlyn!” the man in her ear practically yelled. “What’s hap—”
Arak leaped into the pool.
They plunged to the bottom. His feet touched the floor, and he kicked off to give their natural buoyancy a boost. “You-you,” she sputtered when they broke the surface, but the man had gone silent. Mission accomplished.
“Let me go!” She shoved at his chest. “Do you hear me?” she said loudly.
Arak figured she directed the latter comment at the dead comm link. He released her, and she treaded water an arm’s length away. Despite the coolness of the pool, his cock was stone hard. Holding her in his arms for that brief period had increased his ardor.
Shock and anger colored her face, giving her a glow. Her eyes sparked. He’d love to see that kind of passion in her expression as he fucked her—and, before long, he would. Like a live wire, chemistry snapped and sizzled. With the invisible voyeur eliminated, seduction could proceed. “Is there a problem?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“I told you I didn’t want to get my hair wet.”
“I explained that wouldn’t be an impediment.”
“It still should have been my decision.” She swam to the side, unclipped the earpiece, and, probably hoping it would dry out, placed it on the pool deck.
She really shouldn’t do that. He smothered a grin.
The transceiver dissolved into the deck.
“Nooo!” She whipped her gaze around to Arak. “That’s what happened to the pendant!”
“I’m sorry,” he lied. “Was your earring a family heirloom, too?”
“No, not exactly.”
“What exactly?”
She hung onto to the edge and flicked her hand desultorily. “I’m sure, with your nanotechnology, if you’re short some funds, you can whip together a few atoms and create your own money. It doesn’t work that way with us. We work hard to earn a living.”
No doubt she anticipated the displeasure of her employer, Viral News. After meeting with Korum, Arak had done a little more digging. Accessing electronic files and databases was child’s play—a couple of minutes of research unveiled her employment with the mayor’s office served as a cover for her real job—VN correspondent. He’d tapped into VN email memos. Miss Caitlyn Meadows planned an exposé revealing the dastardly nature of the alien invaders.
That made her more of a challenge and would sweeten her submission. She was no innocent he had to worry about spoiling. He could enjoy the fuck.
VN might dock her pay for the missing equipment, which was probably quite expensive, although it was nearly as primitive as a stone tablet and chisel. “Let me know the cost of replacement, and I’ll take care of it,” he said. “But I regret you lost an article with great sentimental value. That I cannot replace.” He couldn’t resist needling her.
She colored and averted her eyes. “Yeah, that’s irreplaceable.” She kicked off from the edge. “You brought me here to swim, so let’s swim.”
Caitlyn cut through the water with smooth, efficient strokes. For a human, she was a strong swimmer—no match for his powerful strokes, but they weren’t in competition. He kept pace beside her.
After several laps, she started to lag, so he halted on the shallower side where his shoulders were above the surface but Caitlyn still had to tread water. Swimming had cooled her temper and beaded her nipples against her suit like two ripe berries ready to be plucked. Her chest heaved. “Why are we stopping? I can do more.”
“This is why.” He caught her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, seeking entry.
She offered token resistance, squealing against his mouth, balling her hands into fists, but her body betrayed the lie by melting against him. Her tongue made no move to evade but danced with his. Her weak protest dissolved into a moan of surrender, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He stifled a triumphant grin.
The kiss broke off, and she would have swum away, but he held her against him and drew them into deeper water. His desire was thick, hard, and obvious, pressed against her stomach. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you,” he said.
“This is crazy.” She clutched at his shoulders as he kept them afloat. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her—well, nothing other than what he had planned. She shook her head. “I can’t be doing this with you.”
“What are we doing?”
“Well, kissing.”
“One kiss,” he said. “We had one kiss.” He wouldn’t scare her by telling her it was the least of his intentions.
“Which shouldn’t have happened.” She planted her palms against his chest, and he dove in and claimed her lips before she could push him away. He expected her to avert her head, but she kissed him back, sucking on his lower lip, threading her fingers through his hair. Then she tore her lips away, and, this time, when she shoved against his chest, he let her go. This was part of the tango. I-want-you-but-I-don’t-want-to-want-you. Except, he wanted all of her. He planned to see her laid out on his bed, would hear her scream his name as he powered into her.
“Just because you can muddle my good sense, doesn’t mean it’s right,” she said.
He flashed a teasing grin. “I muddled your good sense?”
“I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“I already knew.”
She gasped. “You’re rather sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“The chemistry has been palpable between us from the beginning. If I slipped my fingers under your suit, I’d find you wet for me.”
“You’re full of yourself.”
He planned for her to be full of him. “Feel what you do to me.” He hauled her against him, pressing his cock to her stomach. Desire drummed a heavy beat. Attraction had been instantaneous and strong since he’d first laid eyes on her, and had grown the more time he spent in her presence. She felt it, too. She betrayed herself in the heavy-lidded sultry looks she shot in his direction when she thought he wasn’t looking, how her nipples beaded against her blouse, and in the warm, musky scent of her arousal. She’d be horrified to know her arousal had been apparent to him all day.
He groaned and kissed her again. Sweetness and spice filled his senses. She might object with her words, but she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The water cooled his skin, but, underneath, he burned with need.
He grazed her with his teeth, the compulsion to bite, rising as her blood pulsed. The Ks no longer drank blood to survive, but the thrall still existed, and, in the heat of passion, the urge to bite was strong. She would taste so sweet…
He nuzzled the slope to her shoulder and pushed aside her swimsuit strap. Her pale skin showed no tan lines. He licked the water droplets from her skin then, holding her tight, moved closer to the shallows until he could stand. His feet touched bottom, but hers didn’t. Perfect. He wanted this little human to need his support.
Didn’t want to consider why that mattered so much to him.
“This is insane,” she said. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” His gaze met hers.
She glanced toward the entrance. “Someone could come in.”
“They won’t.” He’d sealed the door but didn’t wish to alarm her by telling her so.
“How do you know?”
“Nobody will enter the area. Trust me,” he said, and realized he meant so much more.
* * * *
Get out of the pool.
Trust a Krinar? The idea was preposterous—and even crazier was her sense he was asking more than that she trust the privacy of the rooftop, that he was asking her to trust him. He was one of the alien invaders who’d taken her planet—and, judging from the smoldering look in his golden-green eyes, he intended to take her, too. Right here. Right now.
So, why didn’t she break away and run screaming from the pool? Why had she agreed to go swimming?
Because I want him.
More than any other man she’d ever met. Their chemistry was off the charts, and, now, like some high school lab experiment gone wrong, lust was about to explode. Without Mike’s distracting yammering, the temptation to surrender had grown more urgent. Irresistible.
The transceiver had stopped working the instant it had submerged, and then it had disappeared into the pool decking like the bench had absorbed the pendant. Those incidents should have added to her reservations about being here. Like plunging into the pool, she’d fallen in over her head.
Knowing VN wasn’t recording or observing her sent her need spiraling. Arak’s kisses had enflamed her, every nerve ending sparking like a lit firecracker. She’d never understood why women sought out the Ks for sex, until now. Just this little taste of the forbidden had ignited a craving for more.
Get out now. If she stayed, they would fuck in the pool. That would be like sleeping with the enemy, wouldn’t it?
But were they bad guys? What had they done that was so terrible? The few Resistance members who’d been killed had run into a force field after trying to invade Lenkarda. The Ks hadn’t taken their lives deliberately; one could argue they had acted in self-defense. If the Resistance had had the might, they would have committed homicide to further their agenda.
The clubs drew groupies, but you never heard about any mistreatment of women. Never.
Am I rationalizing? Trying to justify my actions? Because I’m attracted to him?
Probably. But was she wrong? She’d made out with her high school boyfriend, but they’d never gone all the way. She’d never had an orgasm—not from intercourse, anyway. She’d never had intercourse. She had a hunch sex with Arak would set a whole new standard for orgasms. Hadn’t she always wondered what it would be like to have a superlative orgasmic experience? She’d always been so devoted to her studies then her career, when had she taken time to live? To experience the wild side?
She hadn’t intended to remain a virgin this long…it had just sort of happened. Or hadn’t happened, as the case was.
But my first time with a K?
“Caitlyn?” Arak’s voice rumbled through her. She’d swear she felt the vibration in her clit. “Did I misjudge the situation? Do you wish to leave?”
That would be the smart thing to do. She clung to his broad shoulders. Everything about him was sleek, muscled, and hard, including his erection. His boldness, his brash confidence stirred her. When had a man expressed his appreciation for her so openly?
She sensed he had more in mind than just a hookup; he would demand her total surrender. Submitting to him would change her forever.
Scary, but tempting. Her life offered too many routines. She plodded along with little variation, day after day. She was still a virgin. Where was the satisfaction? Nowhere. While her job brought her professional recognition, work didn’t count as living. She was twenty-three years old, and her life was boring.
“I’ll stay,” she said.
His eyes blazed, and then his mouth came down and took possession. If his kisses had been passionate before, they couldn’t compare with the way he kissed her now. Marking her. Claiming her. Laying siege.
But his kiss wasn’t hurtful. Forceful, demanding, yes, but playful. His tongue teased and coaxed, seducing her with his spicy, exotic scent and taste. Preoccupied with the sensation his lips aroused, it didn’t register he’d pulled her bathing suit straps down until her breasts were freed.
Then he hoisted her up into his arms, drew a nipple into his mouth, and sucked. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain shot through her. Caitlin arched her neck. Wet hair streamed down her back. He suckled the hard tips of her breasts, his raspy jaw grazing her sensitive skin, sending tingles up her spine. He treated each breast equally, moving from one to the other, wreaking a delicious torment. Lightly, he nipped on a bud with his teeth, igniting her core with hot desire.
Arak tugged her suit off and let it float away. His fingers moved inside her. He growled. “You’re so wet for me.”
She wanted to touch him, to explore what she’d felt pressed against her through their suits. “You need to get naked, too,” she said.
“Is that your command?” His smiled teased, but his glittering gaze resembled a cat’s. He looked ready to pounce.
She gulped, excitement and nerves twining into a single thread. “Yes.”
“As you wish.” He waded into the shallows and set her on her feet then removed his swimming trunks and tossed them onto the deck.
His thick, rigid cock jutted out, the crown breaking the surface of the water. He was magnificent. She hadn’t seen many hard-ons—well, one before this—but she still recognized perfection.
Caitlyn reached out and grasped his shaft. He jerked and muttered a curse. He stood board still except for a muscle twitching in his jaw as she rubbed her thumb over the smooth mushroom cap. His essence pearled, tempted her to lick it off, but she wasn’t bold enough—yet.
She squeezed the shaft and pumped.
He yanked her hand away, swung her up into his embrace, and charged for the edge where he deposited her on the pool deck.
“I’m not going to disappear into the decking, am I?” she quipped.
“No.” He chuckled, but, as his gaze met hers, the laughter died, replaced by determination and lust. With his palms, he spread her thighs wide and stepped between them, taking up space, dominating her senses. His hard, burning kiss on her mouth sucked the breath from her lungs. When he let her go, she gasped.
Arak kissed her neck, licking and nibbling then bent his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while pinching and twisting the other one. The roughness should have caused pain, but instead released hot, zinging bolts of pleasure. Her back arched. He bit hard, and sparks of ecstasy zipped clear to her clit.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” He growled and squeezed her breast to prove it.
She hadn’t known until this moment that she did. “Yes. More. Please.” She panted.
The bright-red buds of her breasts were as hard as pebbles, the surrounding skin pink from the abrasion of his beard when he lifted his head. Her body already felt hot and achy, but his expression could melt her on the spot.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “You’re so fragile. Tell me if I get too rough.”
“You won’t hurt me.” She shook her head, embarrassed to admit she liked it. Couldn’t they just do it? Did they have to talk about it?
He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. “You must tell me.”
He sounded so commanding, she almost giggled, but this was no laughing matter to him, she could tell. She wet her swollen lips. “All right.”
He sealed her promise with another heated kiss then pushed her gently onto her back. The pool deck should have been hard and scratchy, but it cushioned her body in comfort. Krinar technology again.
Her eyes widened when he lowered his head. “Arak!” she squealed and pushed at his shoulders. “I don’t—”
His tongue curled around her clit, licking and spearing the sensitive nub. A bliss more intense than she’d ever experienced suffused her. He watched her, the green vanishing from his eyes, leaving them golden. Rapture and embarrassment flooded through her in a wash of intense sensation.
She couldn’t close her legs, and, when she pushed against his shoulders, he wouldn’t release her but kept up the insistent torment. Her clit was on fire, her body and her hips moving. She spiraled toward a peak of something…when he thrust two long thick fingers into her channel. She squealed, thrashing as an orgasm broke. Her body shuddered and clenched as she rode the wave of sensation. She hit the crest and was about to sail over the other side when he drew her clit between his lips and sucked harder. Pain-pleasure morphed into rapture, and another climax rocketed through her, twice as strong as the last one.
Her body still quivered in the throes of ecstasy when he released her and pulled her off the pool deck and into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he growled.
She did as he asked, bracing for the next step. She was ready, but it scared her a little, also. She buried her face against his neck.
Arak thrust into her, his too-large cock burning and stretching, piercing the veil of innocence. Penetration was more painful than she’d expected, and she bit his shoulder to stifle a cry. Arak growled and thrust harder. It burned. It hurt, yet it was exquisite. His cock throbbed inside her, and her pussy responded with flutters. Need rose again, and, as he rocked, pain washed away, replaced by euphoric pleasure. Her body tightened and glowed.
He climbed out of the pool, and they tumbled onto a large chaise that somehow materialized out of nothing and nowhere. He pounded into her, his masculine form hard and sleek. Stars burst behind her eyes, and she screamed as another orgasm flung her into the sky. Arak buried his face against her throat. She felt his tongue then his teeth against her skin. A shudder ran through him then he wrenched his face away and reared back. He cupped her ass, pounding into her like a battering ram. His face contorted, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Streams of hot cum flooded her womb, and she convulsed in rapture again.
If the building had caught fire, she could not have moved. A wet, soggy noodle had more strength. She had no experience from which to judge, but she was quite certain sex with Arak transcended the ordinary. If she’d orgasmed one more time, she would have died from rapture.
His perspiration slickened her skin. Her body felt achy but satisfied. She wouldn’t have had it any other way. He’d nipped her shoulder but hadn’t broken the skin. She’d thought Krinar males always bit the female—she’d heard that, anyway. Arak rose up on his elbows, his partial tumescence still buried inside her. He peered into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
“Is that the usual thing a man asks a woman after sex?”
“You’re human—delicate—and I lost control.” A glint of uncertainty turned his eyes more green than gold.
She brushed a lock of wet hair off his forehead. “I’m fabulous.”
“You are fabulous.” He grinned, his face lightening. “Let’s take a dip before round two.”
Round two?
Arak pulled away, his cock slipping out of her, and she winced at the soreness.
He froze, and she followed his gaze downward. Blood stained her inner thighs. He lifted his head. His nostrils flared. “I hurt you. You were supposed to tell me.”
“No…you didn’t hurt me,” she said. There had been some pain, quite sharp, but he hadn’t wounded her. “S-some blood is normal for the first time.”
He tensed, rigid as stone. Amber eyes sparked. “You were a virgin?”
Caitlyn shrank back in fear. A Krinar whom she’d slept with, very large, very powerful, and very, very angry loomed over her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t speak.
He sprang off the chaise, swearing in a half dozen languages. “That never should have happened. How could you let me do that?”
Wasn’t the woman supposed to have the “morning-after” regrets? “I-I thought you wanted me.” She swung her feet over the edge of the lounger and crossed her arms, feeling exposed and vulnerable. His nakedness didn’t seem to bother him as he stomped around. Even angry, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
“You should have told me.” He glared at her.
The unfairness ignited her anger. “You’re blaming me? You seduced me. You’ve been coming onto me all day—you pretty much forced me to go swimming so I’d strip down to almost nothing. You picked me up and threw me into the pool. You kissed me. If you’re not happy about what happened, then blame yourself.”
The man was an ass. She shouldn’t have slept with him. He wouldn’t have forced her; she should have been stronger and resisted the attraction. What had she been thinking? She’d lost the audio device, the camera, and her virginity.
Her suit floated in the water; she wasn’t about to dive in to retrieve it. She’d have to take the walk of shame to the cabana stark naked. How would she face Arak tomorrow? Would he allow her to come back? Would VN send her after she confessed she’d lost their expensive equipment? It had been naïve to think she could discover anything incriminating. And despite Arak’s boorish post-coital behavior, she’d begun to doubt there was anything incriminating to find.
Unless you counted the evidence that Arak was a jerk, a player. He stood off to the side. He’d pulled up one of those virtual reality hologram thingees and was talking to a stunning K woman. Of course, they were all beautiful. “I need you here as soon as possible,” he said.
He’d regretted sleeping with her, but she had meant so little to him that he couldn’t wait for her to leave before he contacted his next “date”? Wham, bam, on to the next? Possibly she had jumped to conclusions, but it didn’t matter if the woman wasn’t a lover. She could be a business associate. How could he make calls—or holograms or whatever—minutes after having sex?
She pushed off from the lounger. I’m so stupid.
“Where are you going?”
“None of your damn business.” Her voice thickened with unshed tears.
“I need to examine you, see how badly you’re hurt.”
She flipped him the bird and hurried toward the cabana.
“I’ll be there soon,” the woman from the hologram spoke.
“Caitlyn, come back here.” Arak said.
She ran.
She screamed as two strong arms scooped her up. Her bare, sensitive breasts were pressed against his naked, muscled chest. Sore nipples hardened again, begging for his touch, and her pussy pulsed. She didn’t know what infuriated her more, Arak or her traitorous body. “Let me go!” She wiggled and kicked.
Ignoring her, he tightened his hold and strode to the cabana.
“What are you doing?” She continued struggling, but his arms were like a vise.
A muscle ticked in his cheek. “I’m going to wash you and see how badly you’re injured.”
“The hell you are.” She renewed her fight.
He carried her to a shower room she hadn’t noticed. There were individual stalls for privacy, but the cubicles were quite large. He shouldered his way in and set her on her feet. His body blocked her escape.
There were no faucets, but there were jets, which switched on automatically, dousing her body first with water then a scented body shampoo. Beginning with her neck, he began to rub the soap over her body.
“I can wash on my own.” Her cheeks heated with embarrassment. Quite a bit of blood stained her thighs.
His face tightened, but his hands were gentle, almost therapeutic as he moved over her shoulders and down her arms. They gentled further as he soaped her breasts, moving his palms in circles against her skin. Her nipples were like two hard, red, but bruised berries. Sore from the sucking and pinching. Craving more, she bit her lip and focused on his shoulder as his touch reheated her desire. Tendrils of sensation traveled down to her clit. It pulsed, and she felt herself growing wet again.
He wasn’t immune to the effect of touching her, either. Though his expression was blank, except for a ticking muscle in his cheek, his cock had grown erect again. She squeezed her hands into fists to keep from touching him.
With a flick of his wrist, another spritz of shampoo sprayed from the walls, and he smoothed his hands over her ribcage and abdomen before slipping lower. He washed the blood from her thighs and then probed her folds. “Spread your legs.”
She shook her head.
“Don’t fight me. You know I’ll get my way.”
He would. In a short time, she’d learned that. He could be very gentle, but he would not give up. She widened her stance and stared at the pulse in his neck. The pads of his fingers moved over her swollen flesh and along her cleft before he eased one digit inside her. A wince escaped her lips, and she grabbed his biceps for support. Despite the soreness, desire flared, and she had to fight the urge to rock against his pumping finger.
His breathing came rougher by the time he completed his examination, and he finished up by washing her lower legs and feet.
He’d been so thorough, she had to ask, “Are you going to tell me you’re a doctor, now?”
“No, but one is on the way. Ellet—the woman I was speaking to before you ran off? She’s a human biology expert. She’s coming to treat your injuries.”
So he hadn’t dismissed her from his mind and contacted “another woman.” Relief coursed through her, but so did dismay. He’d called in a doctor? “I don’t need medical help. I’m fine.” She crossed her arms.
“We’ll let Ellet judge.” He motioned. “Turn around. Let me do your back.”
His back wash was more of a massage, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as he kneaded her muscles, but then squeaked with alarm when he ran his hands over the cheeks of her ass—and between them. She tried to twist away, but he trapped her against the shower wall with his body and slid one insistent finger into her back passage.
“Oh my god. No…what are you doing?” She arched up on tiptoes to dislodge the invasion, but she couldn’t get away. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
His breathing was heavy against her ear. “You’re very tight.” His touch filled, stretched, claimed.
The penetration didn’t cause pain, only unsettling arousal. She hugged the wall, her body melting with every invading thrust. “There’s nothing wrong with me there. We didn’t have sex that way.”
“Not yet,” he answered. “But I don’t want to make the same mistake by giving you more than you can handle. When I take you here”— he pushed his finger deeper—“you must be ready for me.”
He washed and rinsed his hands and then turned her to face him. When she would have ducked her head, he caught her chin. Determined golden eyes locked on hers. “You’re mine, now.”
His claim and his intentions should have terrified her, instead elicited a hot, electric thrill. Still, she couldn’t surrender without a fight. She tossed her head. “Don’t I get a choice in what happens to me?”
“Of course you do.” His teeth flashed. “Provided you make the right one.” He waved, and fresh water rained over her from all angles. While the shower rinsed her off, he washed himself. Her breath caught as he soaped his cock, and she remembered how his girth had filled her. She would have been sore even if she hadn’t been a virgin. He caught her watching him, and he winked. “I’d have you do this, but we need to heal your injuries first.”
She envied his confidence with his body and his ease with his nakedness. Of course, if my body were perfect like his, maybe I’d be more at ease, too.
He stepped into a rinsing spray, and then the water shut off. “Come. Ellet has probably arrived, and we shouldn’t keep her waiting.”
“I don’t need a doctor,” she protested, but he wrapped her in a thick towel and carried her from the shower. He insisted on combing out her hair and then had her stand in a round chamber. An odd sort of pink light came on, and, in seconds, her hair was dry and smooth. No wonder he hadn’t bought her wet-hair argument. She could use one of those chambers at home. She ran a hand through her hair—it had never felt so silky.
He was dressed when she exited the chamber, and, after she donned her clothing, he hustled her out of the pool area. They rode an elevator down a few floors to a small office suite. A tall, model-slender dark-haired woman with hazel eyes rose from a chair. Like the other Krinar, she was sleek and beautiful, but her welcoming smile eased some of Caitlyn’s nervousness. “You must be Caitlyn,” she said. “I’m Ellet.”
Caitlyn shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.” Sort of. She did not need a medical examination.
“Why don’t we talk?” Ellet gestured toward another room off the small office. Arak started to follow them, but the other woman halted him. “It’s best if we meet alone.”
“I want to be there.”
Oh, hell no.
“You called for my expertise. Trust me to provide it,” Ellet said.
Arak glowered but stomped to a chair and flung himself into it.
Caitlyn scooted into the other room, trying not to show it hurt when she moved. But it did. Her poor pussy would still be feeling it tomorrow, she was sure. Ellet came in, and the door sealed.
Caitlyn giggled. “You have to tell me your secret to getting him to listen.”
Ellet laughed. “I think I got lucky. K men are by nature very dominant and commanding. I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t burst in here, so let’s talk fast. Have a seat.” She gestured to one of the chairs.
Caitlyn sat, and Ellet faced her in the other chair. “So, tell me what’s going on.”
Embarrassment heated her face. “Nothing. We had sex, and Arak got worried he’d hurt me—but he didn’t.”
“But you’re sore.”
“A little, but that’s normal. It was my first time.”
“Ah,” Ellet said. “I suspect you’re downplaying the discomfort a bit. Our men are, as you humans put it, well-hung, and they can be rather unrestrained during intercourse. With a little more experience, your body will adjust and accommodate the girth.” She waved her hand. The air shimmered and then a transparent exam table materialized, hovering in the air. Ellet gestured. “Lie down; the scan will only last a few seconds.”
“I don’t think…”
“Please. Trust me. You’ll feel better, and besides, are you going to tell the man out there you refused medical treatment?”
With a sigh, she slipped off the chair and onto the exam table. I wanted to know everything about the Ks. Now I’ll get to experience their medicine.
The table began to glow, its light enveloping her body. The illumination focused and grew brighter over her pelvic area and breasts. Those areas warmed, and her eyes widened as pain melted away. The light vanished.
“One more thing will help to speed the internal healing.” Ellet pressed a silvery object to Caitlyn’s neck. It stung a little, but then her entire body tingled. Well-being spread from the injection site through her core and out to her limbs.
“Was that a drug? What kind?”
“I gave you a shot of restorative nanos. They work in conjunction with the other treatment. You can sit up now.” Ellet smiled. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”
Pain-free, all soreness erased, she slipped off the table. Ellet pressed a small package into her hand. “What’s this?”
“Restorative suppositories,” the doctor said. “If you experience any further discomfort, you can use them afterward, vaginally or anally.”
From heat that flooded her face, Caitlyn was pretty sure she was beet red. To her credit, Ellet acted like she didn’t notice.
“Surely your women don’t require medical treatment when they have sex?” Caitlyn asked.
Ellet chucked. “No, not at all. Our bodies can heal whatever might ail us. Humans are fragile, and your immune systems immature and imperfect. That’s why Arak worried so much about you.”