Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Tallie & Zandhor ~ The Day After

Zandhor woke first. He left the light on last night so that any time he woke, he could see Tallie beside him. One of those times, he opened his eyes for a few minutes and watched her breathe. He was… smitten. Enamored. Captivated.

He'd lived a very long time and couldn't remember having anything to smile about. His life now had meaning. And that was to do everything in his power to be the man Tallie needed him to be. He would be her protector, her helpmate, her lover. Her friend. He would make certain they found things to laugh about together. He planned to not only grow old with her but to become the couple that others aspired to be. It was a lofty goal, and one he was set on achieving.

He took a deep breath, taking her scent into his lungs. He rolled onto his side so he could study her. She was so beautiful. Tallie looked young. She had small, perfect lips. A long, slender face with her head topped by a bright pink tuft of hair. She might look cute and fragile, but his woman was strong.

One of the first gifts he would get her was a hat. Something to cover the shocking pink hair when she needed to disguise her looks… or hide. Keeping her safe was the number one thing on his list, so she needed a hat. Followed by a tail cap, for her shocking pink tail.

He smiled. Wanting to kiss her lips and wake her or bury his head between her legs. His cock jerked when he thought of the small strip of pink hair between her thighs.

Then he thought about that bathtub and how his woman said it was for later. Well, it was later. Zandhor carefully slid out of bed and across the floor to the bathroom. It only took him a few minutes to figure out how to fill the bathtub. Then he laid down beside Tallie and arranged her to his liking.

He carefully stood, with his woman already on his cock, and just starting to wake. He walked to the bathroom, thrusting his hips forward with each step. Then he stepped into the tub and sank into the heated water. They moaned in unison.

Tallie wriggled in his grasp. Her muscles clenched around him. He didn't move. Just reveled in the feeling of his cock, hard inside her. It was difficult to think straight. "Need me to move?" he asked, his breath hot against her neck as he kissed her lightly.

Tallie

She opened her eyes and found their faces only inches apart. She grinned at the heated look on his face. Her position didn't surprise her. She was sitting on his lap, on his cock, in a tub full of hot water. She reached her hands up, wanting to trace the curved horns on the side of his head, trace the small ears just below.

He shuddered and moaned as she played with his horns, and his cock danced inside of her.

Leaning over, she skimmed her lips along the tender blue flesh in the crook of his neck. Her hands glided down, tracing his biceps, digging her fingers into the massive muscles, and feeling her body spasm around his flesh.

She did want him to move. A warm feeling of contentment bloomed in her chest. The look she'd seen in his dark brown eyes was something deeper, something more intense than she expected.

Something that felt a lot like hope moved through her body. She wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but she was willing to take the time to find out. "Yes," she whispered. "Move."

His lips were against her neck, and he hummed. "Ummm." Which sent shivers down her spine. Lifting his big arms, he wrapped them tightly around her back, holding her in place. Then he lifted her slowly, so she felt every single one of the raised rings down the length of his huge cock. Then sat her back down.

He leaned back, meeting her gaze, his brown eyes going even darker. Her cheeks warmed, mostly from his slight movements inside her as he shifted her in his lap. He locked eyes with her as he tilted her hips so he could go deeper. She let out an involuntary moan and held on to his bare shoulders.

"I need more of you," she said and bit her lower lip.

Zandhor's smile was huge. "Not in the tub. I can't move in here." So, he stood, and without worrying about the water, he took her back to bed. Laying her down and moving over her.

Immediately he flexed, and she felt his thick cock inside her. The movement electrified her. His eyes held hers as he began to plunge his shaft in and out, the raised rings caressing her insides and sending hot sensations rocketing through her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

He palmed the back of her head and lifted it, demanding, "Look at me, Tallie."

Her eyes flew open to see his hot gaze searing into her. She desperately wanted to look away, to close her eyes and disappear into the mindless feel of his cock inside her. But he held the back of her head as he moved his rigid length in and out, making her watch his brown eyes flash with heat and desire… and something else.

Tallie scraped a hand through his hair, teasing over his horn, and then tugging his mouth to hers. His lips were soft, but his tongue was insistent as it parted her lips. His possession of her felt just a little dominant, sending tingles of both pleasure and panic skittering over her skin. As his kiss deepened and his tongue stroked hers, she fought the feelings and the warmth welling up inside her and tried to focus on the very real distraction of his cock thrusting over just the right spot.

He matched the movement of his tongue and his cock until she was moaning in his mouth, tremors making her shiver. This man, and what he made her feel, was dangerous. Exciting. She couldn't wait to discover the more that was teetering on the edge.

She tore her mouth from his, panting as she pulled away. She pressed her feet into the bed and moved to meet every thrust. He moved his hand to the small of her back, pulling her against him. Her clit rubbed against the ridges along his cock. She cried out—the sensations slamming into her and making her dig her fingers into his hard flesh. He moved faster, too, and her body clamped around his cock.

Zandhor went rigid above her, holding her tight as he pulsed into her. He threw his head back and roared—the noise echoing through her body as it ricocheted off the metal walls surrounding them. Her back bowed, and she followed him, then collapsed. Her body quivered, and her limbs felt boneless.

"Tallie," he whispered, after a moment.

"If you're going to ask me to move, I'm going to hurt you."

He chuckled, the low sound buzzing against her ear and making her twitch. He turned them, so she lay sprawled across his chest. "Go to sleep, Tallie. We'll have to move soon enough."

She kissed him on his cheek and did what she was told.

The Next Day

Tallie and Zandhor walked into the cafeteria and found all the men gathered. No one seemed to pay attention to their hand-holding, so she didn't pull away. They all sat at the same table. While Tallie ate one of the nutrition bars, Andra the giant nodded at her.

His skin was so dark blue it was almost black, and his scales tempted her. She wanted to see if they were rough, but figured that would be a horrible breach of etiquette. Especially when she had worked so hard to get them to respect boundaries. When she smiled at him, he said, "This ship will be an amazing place for anyone. The slaves will enjoy having so much room for themselves and having it be easy to clean. Not to mention they can lock the door. I only have two suggestions."

"Oh, good. What are they?" she encouraged him.

He took a deep breath and met her eyes for a moment, quickly looking down. "Some slaves will be so afraid in the beginning. They may not want to go to the shared place to eat. Or some may not know how to take care of themselves, and they may want to burrow for a bit. Hide away until they deal with learning a few things on their own. I suggest you allow them to do this and add something to dispense food and drink in the rooms. I believe it should be something you can restrict, only allowing a daily portion, because a newly released slave may not have control. If there is too much available, they may try to eat it all and become horribly sick."

Tallie smiled and nodded. "That is perfect, Andra, and exactly the type of suggestions we need."

Andra grinned, "Every time you add more food and continue to allow them to lock the door—you will build trust."