EMVOR

“I want to touch you,” she whispers when I sit up, and strokes a hand over my chest. “Learn all the ways you’re different. Not just your…tongue.” She blushes. “Human men don’t have ridges there.”

“Then it is good you do not have a human mate,” I tell her, unable to resist stroking a hand over her glorious little body again. 

“I agree,” Nicola says, a dazed expression on her face. “Though I came too soon. We were supposed to come together.”

“I guess we shall have to keep practicing,” I tell her, and strip my trou off, releasing my cock. I wouldn’t mind going between her thighs again and licking her cunt until she screams my name once more, but I’m aching and greedy for her. I want to be deep inside her, filling her. I want her body clamped around mine. 

Her eyes widen and she sits up on her elbows, staring at my cock. “What is that?”

Surely…surely she knows this much about mating? “This,” I tell her with a proud gesture, “is a cock. I am going to put it inside you and give you a baby.”

Her mouth drops open, and then she giggles, her cheeks bright red. “I meant the thing above it. I know what a cock is.”

Ah. That’s a relief. I glance down to the short appendage above my cock, the finger-length hard jut of one thing in particular. “My spur?”

“Yes. What’s that for?”

I shrug. “It is not for anything. It is just there, much like my tail.” I am sure there is a medical reason for it, but nothing comes to mind at the moment. All I can think about is the lovely, naked sprawl of her on my bed and how I want to be over her. “It will not hurt you.”

“Okay,” she says, but her voice is shaky. Her expression is filled with doubt.

“Do you wish to stop?” I ask, moving to lie next to her on the bed. “Do you need more time? I do not mind if this is true.”

She shakes her head, putting her hand on my chest. “No. I was just surprised at the sight of it. I trust you.”

I put my hand to her neck and pull her close for another kiss, unable to hold back. I love touching her, tasting her. As we kiss, her arms go to my shoulders and I move slowly until I’m over her, my arms caging her in so I don’t crush her with my weight. Her slight form is under me, and when I glide a hand down her hip, she spreads her legs sweetly, waiting for me to fill her.

I bite back my groan. I must be controlled. This will be her first time, and she is small. Gentle, I warn myself.

But then she locks one of those slim legs around my hips and digs her foot into my buttock, dragging me forward. “Emvor,” she says, and my name sounds amazing on her tongue. “Come and claim me.”

I am a weak male and unable to resist such a request. I slide my body forward, fitting my hips between her thighs. My cock rests against the wet heat of her cunt, and I drag it back and forth, rocking it to wet it with her juices. A plas-film covering would be lubricated, so I know I need to get my cock wet enough to glide into her. This is my first time to have sex without the plas-film covering my body, and everything feels more intense, more immediate. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back after this.

Not that I’ll need to. I don’t want anyone but Nicola, ever again. She looks at me with soft, bliss-filled eyes, and her hands move over my shoulders and arms, as if she can’t stop touching me. I want to please her again, and that thought makes me go slowly as I fit the head of my cock against her tight entrance and slowly push forward. The clasp of her is tight, hot and aching, and it seems to take forever for me to even seat myself halfway.

It’s worth it, though, when she gives a little sigh and squirms underneath me, and I can feel every movement she makes. “I thought it would hurt, Emvor, but it feels so good.”

“Does it?” I rasp, barely keeping control. Instinct tells me to batter into the tight warmth of her, to claim her as savagely as possible, but I love the pleasure shining in her eyes too much to do such a thing. I ease my hips back and gently stroke into her, moving a little deeper and carefully watching her reaction. She closes her eyes and sighs with pleasure, her fingers digging into my shoulders in a silent encouragement for more.

I give her just that, stroking a little bit deeper with every careful rock of my hips, barely holding on to sanity as I slowly, gently claim her as mine. When I’m finally seated fully into her, I go still, savoring the feeling of her tight body clasping mine. I can feel every tremor that moves through her, every gasp of pleasure, every rippling clench of her cunt around my cock.

“My Nicola,” I tell her in a low voice. I reach up to caress her face, finding her beautiful despite the strangeness of her human features. “My wife.” 

She moves her head and nips at the tip of my thumb with her lips, a playful encouragement for more. I groan and pump into her, unable to stop the involuntary movement of my hips. She gasps and her eyes brighten. “Oooh, I felt your spur against my clit. That’s amazing. Do it again.”

My sweet, perfect mate. I give her what she asks for, rocking into her with a slow, steady rhythm that feels better than anything I could imagine. Her body’s clasp is both tight and giving at once, and I love the feel of her under me, the way her breasts bounce with my thrusts, the way she moans and clutches at me with pleasure despite the increasing intensity of my movements.

“More, oh, please more!” she cries again, and I lose myself in her. Sweat sheens my body as I lose what little control I had left, pumping wildly into her, thrusting so hard that our bodies slide over the blankets and my horns slam into the headboard with every surge. I don’t care. I’ll buy another keffing headboard when I buy mechs the next time I’m in town. Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but Nicola’s body underneath mine and the little cries of ecstasy she’s making as I claim her.

Then her cunt clamps down over my cock like a vise and I feel her rippling around me, her body stiffening, her mouth in a silent O of wonder as she comes again. My own release explodes through me, and I clench a hand in her hair, locking her body under mine as I hammer into her, filling her with my seed and branding her thoroughly as mine.

We collapse together in a heap of sweaty limbs and sticky skin. I’m fascinated at the feel of her—all of her—pressed up against me. She slides one arm around my waist and snuggles a little closer, giving a happy sigh. 

“I liked that,” she tells me.

“You did?” I chuckle. “I couldn’t tell. It was impossible to hear anything over all the screaming and moaning—”

Her small hand covers my mouth before I can finish, and she giggles. “Did you just make a joke? My, Emvor gets laid and suddenly he’s a different man.”

Amused, I nip at her fingers. I do feel a little different. A little lighter. Happier. Far more possessive of my female than I ever thought possible. And nearly ready to claim her again, I realize, as I feel my cock stirring, still deep inside her. I stroke her hair back from her face. She’s still flushed and breathless. I’ll give her a moment before I take her again. She needs to rest.

I keep stroking her hair as she closes her eyes and cuddles up against me. I love this, our bodies entwined. It feels right. Perfect. This is what I always dreamed of when I thought of a mate, a wife. I realize I gave up on that dream when I came out here, alone. I thought I needed a work partner around the farm.

I don’t. I need a partner for my heart. A companion. A lover. And Nicola’s all I could ever want and more.

She makes a little noise and drags a finger along my collarbone. “We still got it wrong, you know.”

“Mmm? Got what wrong?” I lean in and nuzzle her smooth human brow.

“I came before you did. We didn’t time it right.”

“I think what I’m hearing,” I say slowly as I roll our twined bodies so she’s on her back again, “is that you need even more practice.”

“Lots and lots of practice,” she agrees, caressing me. “I hope that’s all right with you.”

I can think of nothing better.