EMVOR

The drive back home seems to take three times as long as it should. I’m conscious of Nicola in the seat across from me, her hair ruffling in the wind. Is she going to want to be mine in all ways when we get back? Or does she need more time to adjust to the thought of being in the bed—really, really being in the bed—of an ugly mesakkah like me? I think of my bad knee and the mass of scars there, and wonder if it’s going to bother her. But she pushed her mouth against my cheek like it didn’t affect her, and gods know it’s ugly enough.

Doesn’t matter. We have all the time in the world for her to get comfortable with me. I’ll give her as much space as she needs, and if it takes a year or two for her to reach for me in bed other than to share warmth, it won’t matter. Just her presence is enough. I’ve had more joy in this short week with her on my farm than I’ve had in the last ten years. If she needs time, I’ll give her time.

I park the sled with a little too much haste and then help her down from it, mostly just so I can have an excuse to put her hand in mine again. Her fingers are warm against my skin and just that small touch makes my cock ache like it does when we’re under the covers together. And just like those times, I start to sweat.

She’s really going to be mine.

Calm, I remind myself. She needs a man that’s going to be patient with her. She’s already skittish.

Except she doesn’t seem all that skittish at the moment. She’s beaming and happy and gazing at my small home as if it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. And then she looks over at me the exact same way.

Nearly come in my trou just at that one look. I release her hand so I don’t and push inside. “Settle yourself in,” I tell her. “I’ll get the food and put it away.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind not going to the gathering?” Nicola asks, her voice soft. She stands on the doorstep, hugging that wrap around her shoulders as if she’s ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t socialize because of me.”

I can’t help the snort that escapes me as I reach into the back of the sled and pull out the stacks of mouthwatering pastries she’s made for my neighbors. Too bad for them, because I plan on making myself sick on all this good food made by my wife. 

My wife. The thought fills me with pride and a sense of rightness. This is how it should be. We belong together. She’s mine. I’ve never loved the thought of something like that so much. “Hate socializing,” I admit to her. “I’m not much of a people person.” I hesitate, then continue. “But I’ll give it a shot if you want to meet the neighbors.”

“Eventually,” she says, following me inside the house. “But I’m not ready yet, I don’t think.”

“Take your time,” I tell her, and I mean it. “If I don’t have to see their faces for years, that suits me just fine.”

Nicola’s laugh is soft. “Maybe not years. But a few months at least. I’m not much of a partyer. I’m definitely more a stay-at-home type.”

“Which is why we’re perfect together,” I say, but the words come out slowly, as if I’m as shy as a schoolboy. Kef, I feel as awkward as one. Half expect her to tease me for saying such a thing.

But she doesn’t. She’s just quiet. I put the food on the counter and turn around—

And she’s right there, standing right in front of me. Gazing up at me with a little smile playing around her lips. She takes my hand in hers again, and considers it. My four fingers to her five. My blue skin against her strange pinkish-white. Nicola traces her fingertips over my knuckles, and that slight touch sends a shiver up my spine. 

“You really want me?” she asks, her voice soft. “You’re not just being kind?” She won’t meet my eyes, just keeps rubbing the pads of her fingers over my knuckles, back and forth, and it’s like she’s doing it to my cock, I’m so hard.

“I’ve heard a lot of things said about me,” I tell her. “But ‘kind’ isn’t one of them.”

“I would say you’re kind,” Nicola tells me, breathless. “Kind, and understanding. Maybe a little stubborn, but also with a noble spirit. And protective. I like that.” She lifts my hand to her mouth and rubs her lips against my knuckles. “And handsome.”

My pleasure dashes at that last word. My knee aches and I feel every inch the broken man I was when I returned from the war, full of disappointment. “Not handsome,” I say flatly. “We both know that’s true.”

“You are to me,” she says, and she holds tight to my hand when I try to pull away from her. “I see your scars. Don’t think that I’m blind to them. But I don’t think they’re ugly. I think they tell a story of a past you’ve overcome, just like me. And the fact that you’ve been so very kind to me? Treated me like I’m a person ever since I got here?” She reaches up and touches my jaw, her hand light against my skin even as she presses my other hand to her breasts. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”

Now I’m really sweating. My cock feels as if it’s going to burst free from my trou if it gets any harder. “Nicola. I know you’ve been through a lot. I just want you to know that we can wait until you’re ready…”

And then my voice dies in my throat because she’s putting my hand on one of those plump, glorious breasts and looking up at me with her big eyes. There’s no teasing smile on her face in this moment. She’s utterly serious and she reaches up for me again. “I’d kiss you right now, but I don’t think I can reach that high.”

I’m too distracted by the feel of her breast in my hand. The hard little tip is tickling my palm, begging for me to rub it. To stroke over it and feel it grow tight, and to see her reaction. It takes me a moment to realize what she’s saying. “Kiss…?”

Nicola nods. “It’s a human thing. The lips on mouth. Well, earlier I did lips on face, but it can get more intense than that.” The smile is returning to her mouth. “Want to give it a try? Or should we observe the hygiene laws like they do back on Homeworld? Leandra gave me quite a lecture about plas-film and protection until we’re ready to have a baby. About covering my body to protect it from germs, but humans aren’t like that.” She bites her lip and slides her hand from my jaw to my chest. “And I want to touch you. All of you. Is that wrong?”

If it’s wrong, I want to be wrong with her. I groan low in my throat and put my hand under her legs and back, picking her up in my arms and carrying her into the bedroom. “Kef the plas-film,” I tell her, hating the thought of using a body condom to protect my skin. I want to rub all over her like she’s suggesting. “The thought of you carrying my child fills me with joy.”

Her eyes glow with happiness and she puts her arms around my neck. “It does?”

“There is nothing I want more…if you are ready.”

“If it was anyone else, I would say I wasn’t sure. But with you…” She sighs and reaches up to caress my cheek even as I lay her down on the bed. “With you, I want everything.”

“Then show me how to kiss.”

She sits up in the bed, her gaze on me. As I sit down on the edge, she crawls into my lap and straddles my cock. I stiffen, because I think if she rubs her cunt up against me, I might lose what little control I have. But Nicola only smiles and twines her arms around my neck, leaning in. She rubs her nose against mine and then presses her lips to my mouth. The kiss is light, sweet and pleasant…until she slides her tongue into my mouth. Then my entire body is aflame with need and I wrap my arms around her, groaning low in my throat as her slick little tongue mates with mine.

I’m liking humans more and more by the moment.

Our mouths mesh over and over again, tongues flicking and exploring, until I am unsure where her mouth starts and mine begins. When she pulls away from me, I feel a stab of loss and lean in again immediately, wanting more of her taste. She’s mine to possess, every bit of her, and I hunger for more of her mouth.

At least, I do until she puts her hands on my chest, panting, and begins to undo the fastenings on the front of my tunic. “I’ve never had sex before,” she tells me, breathless. “I was stolen when I was twelve, and Leandra never let anyone abuse me. So I’m…well, I’m not going to be very good at this.”

“If you are half as good at it as you are kissing, I will be the happiest man on Cassa.”

She giggles, ducking her head shyly as she pushes the collar of my tunic open, and then presses her mouth to my neck. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.”

Stop? I want her to do anything and everything she wants. “I am yours to play with,” I tell her in a thick voice. “Touch me as you please.”

Nicola looks up at me and smiles, then leans back so she can meet my eyes. “Have you had sex?”

“A long time ago,” I admit. “When I was a soldier. We went to…brothels.” I don’t like to think about that now, because when I do, I think of the hard-eyed females that worked there and imagine my Nicola in that place. The thought makes me furious and a little bit helpless, and I hold her tighter against me. “Not in a very long time though, and never because I cared for someone.”

“So then we’re both pretty new at this,” she says, and my heart aches with how sweet she is. She leans in and nips at my throat again. “Let’s promise to make it good for each other. We can come together.”

I am not entirely certain that it works that way, but maybe it is different with humans. Regardless, I like the idea. “Very well.” With that thought in mind, I put my hand on the collar of her tunic and fumble with the clasps, far more ornate than the ones on my clothing. When that doesn’t work, I lean in and capture her mouth again, already addicted to kissing. 

She’s panting between meetings of our mouths, and her hands work up and down the front of her tunic, undoing the decorative clasps. I touch her all over, eager for her to expose her bare skin to my gaze. I think of the night I saw her bathing, and my hunger for her grows more intense. 

Her gaze locks on mine, and then she peels back her tunic, exposing her torso. Covering her breasts is a wide cloth band, pulled tight over them. I have never seen the like. “Do…do they pain you?”

Nicola shakes her head. “They’re just bigger than most mesakkah women. I need additional support.” Her cheeks flush. “So I don’t bounce all over the place.”

“I…would not mind seeing bouncing,” I admit, then move a hand up to cup one through the band of fabric. She feels soft and fascinating under my hand, and I tug the band down, wanting to see more. Her breasts jiggle as the band drops, and then I am speechless at the sight of their bounty. She is full and plump here, with dark pink, tiny nipples topping pale, creamy mounds. I brush my thumb over the tip of one and it tightens.

She gasps, her fingers digging into my tunic. Her hips rock over mine, pressing her cunt against my cock.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, caressing her breasts. I tease one and then the other, playing with them and coaxing her nipples to stiff points. Each brush of my fingers over her skin makes her whimper and her body moves against me, until she’s gyrating her hips over mine, pushing against my cock as I pet her.

“Put your mouth on me, Emvor,” she asks. “I want to feel your tongue on my nipples.”

My tongue on them? The thought makes me growl with need. I love the thought. I gather her in my arms and tilt our twined bodies backward until she’s on her back in the bed, and I am atop her. Like this, I can see her breasts bounce in the charming way she mentioned, and her hair spills over the bedding. Gorgeous. I’m practically shaking with want as I tear at her clothing, hungering to see more of her skin. 

When her tunic is completely open, I lean in and rub my face against the curve of one breast and then taste her with my mouth.

She cries out, her hands fluttering over my hair before she goes to my horns. With another sensual whimper, she clutches them and holds my head to her as I begin to treat her breasts as I did her mouth—loving them with teasing strokes of my tongue, then sucking on the tips as if they were her tongue and we are kissing once more.

Nicola loves it. She writhes under me on the bed, twisting and moaning.

My mind is on fire with all of the things I can do to her body. If she is this excited over my mouth on her breasts, what will it be like when I taste her cunt? My mouth waters at the thought. “Part your pretty thighs for me,” I command her. “I want to taste you here, too.”

I love the little gasp she makes, and when she reaches for the waistband of her trou, I work on my tunic, dragging it off of my shoulders. I rip one of the seams in my haste, but I don’t care. All I care about is Nicola’s luscious little body under mine. I want to feel her skin against my own.

Why did I ever fight the thought of her as my wife? I have deprived us both of these pleasures until now. Never again.

A moment later, she’s naked, her clothing tossed on the floor. She lies back down on the bed and gazes up at me with hot eyes full of need, her hands sliding up and down her thighs. I’m fascinated by the sight of her. She’s so full of need, so soft, so plush. I want to put my mouth all over her and taste her everywhere I can.

In fact, I think I’ll do just that. I take one delicate foot in my hand and kiss the ankle. She squirms, ticklish, but doesn’t try to pull out of my grip. Her intense gaze is locked on me as I continue to move my mouth upward, from her calf to her knee, to her creamy thigh. I keep going…and there it is. Her cunt is covered by a little nest of curls, but it cannot hide the beauty of it, or the moisture that slicks through her folds. 

I can wait no longer—I part her thighs and take a slow, loving taste of her.

Nicola’s cry of pleasure rings in my ears. She quivers against my face, and I enjoy that almost as much as I enjoy the taste of her—musky and delicious—on my tongue. I explore her with my mouth, learning her body, and am fascinated to find that she’s different from other females in that she has a little nub at the apex of her folds. When I touch it with my tongue, she goes mad…which makes me want to only do it more. I lavish attention on the tiny bit of flesh, teasing and coaxing it even as I explore her with a finger, and her hips press up against my mouth, her cries growing more and more frantic until she clutches at my horns, gives a little wail, and her body stiffens with the force of her pleasure.

“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, Emvor.”

I nearly lose myself to my own pleasure at the wonder in her voice. She sounds so surprised that I could give her such feelings, make her body feel this way. It fills me with fierce satisfaction—I am the only one to ever touch her like this.

Good.