10. Aizor

Chapter 10

My mate frowned and started to chatter. I didn't understand a word she said, but her tone could not be mistaken.

She was irritated with me. How was that possible? The sun shone outside, we'd exchanged some words in our languages, and we'd soon fill our bellies with wonderful food. For now, she was being invited to bathe with her mate in the soothing waters brought forth by our gods. What could be better than this?

Her lips compressed, and she linked her arms across her chest. I'd already noted that she had two breasts instead of four. I savored the unusual and glorious differences between our species.

"Come into the water. Wash. You'll feel happier," I purred. The water contained properties that relaxed both the body and mind. Surely, she'd appreciate this as much as my people.

She continued to scowl. I'd already seen my mate could be . . . surly. Perhaps once she'd had multiple amazing orgasms, she'd feel better.

I expected her to pivot and stride away, but she surprised me, stepping into the pool—fully clothed.

"You don't need to wash your clothing," I said as she dropped onto a seat opposite mine. "While we share tasks in my clan, our gods take care of most." Once she felt settled, she'd take her turn with the tasks our gods ignored, just like we all did.

She gasped and dipped her hand into the water, lifting it and frowning down at it while rubbing the pads of her fingers together. Her burst of excited sounds echoed around us, drawing the attention of those nearby. They smiled. A few sent me approving looks. Then they all returned to their bathing or conversation.

The pools were a place we came to not only to get clean but to allow the emollient in the water to relax us. It made a few of us feel giddy.

And as some also knew, it could prove arousing.

Shooting me a grin, she sloshed around in the water, rubbing her arms and sighing. While her hands continued down her front and even across her back where she could reach, I leaned against the wall of the pool, spreading my arms across the top to watch.

She paused and lifted her arm, displaying our mating mark. But no matter how hard she rubbed it; it wouldn't come off.

"Why do you wish to remove it?" I asked, but she only huffed and grumbled.

Yes, surly.

With a sigh, she returned to cleansing her body.

I enjoyed watching her stroke herself, though I'd prefer to do it for her. My largest cock thought so too, thrusting against my abs in growing excitement.

She continued gliding her hands all over her body while spilling joyful-sounding words from her mouth. After releasing her hair from the tight, spiraling band it had been secured in, she ducked below the surface, getting it wet. When she rose again, it hung in dark tendrils around her shoulders. She rubbed it, which wasn't as stimulating as watching her stroke her dual breasts, but she was enjoying this so much, I could do nothing but grin.

Waving around and splashing at the water, she continued to talk. If only I could understand what she said outside of our home.

I eased around the pool to sit closer to her.

She edged away from me, giving me a stern look and releasing words that made it clearshecould touch her body, but I could not.

My heart spasmed to think she didn't want to be near me, to touch me. But pushing her didn't appear to be helping. Perhaps if I treated her as a friend for now, she'd soften to me.

While I'd promised to ask the gods about sending her back to her world, that didn't mean I wanted her to leave. I'd do all I could to convince her she belonged here with me.

She continued to rub herself. I stared, overcome with how lovely she was, especially when wet. The water made her skin glow, and while it wasn't blue, I was coming to adore the paleness and the way tiny spots of brown teased across her upper cheeks and nose.

Eventually, she finished stroking her body, praise the gods. My cock couldn't take much more visual stimulation.

She waved her hand to where I'd dropped my loincloth, now absorbed into the ground like many items we'd been gifted with, and we got out of the pool. I collected drying cloths for us both, plus clean clothing, knowing the ever-watching gods would ensure whatever I gave her fit despite her tiny size.

She stood beside the pool, water dripping from the long tendrils of her hair and from the hem of her tunic that clung to her frame. I adored the things that made her so different from a Zuldruxian, like her two breasts instead of four and her dark hair shot through with sunshine that was far different from the pure silver of my people.

I'd never seen anyone prettier than my new mate, and I was struck anew by her beauty, by how perfectly formed she was in a unique way that only made her more special.

She was my mate, and I cherished her already.

My large cock kicked against my abdomen, telling me it appreciated how gloriously pretty she was as well. It begged me to take her back into the pool and set her on my lap. I could lift her and drive her down onto my shaft, claim her like Tepesta's mate was loving her body in one of the more secluded pools on the opposite side of the cavern. Only the rhythmic slosh of water and their stifled groans gave them away.

Because I sensed my mate wasn't eager to expose her body to me or anyone else, let alone ride my cock, I urged her over to the wall and held up a large drying cloth, blocking her from view—even my own. She sent me a look of gratitude that made my heart flounder, then quickly removed her wet clothing, dried her body, and dressed in the tunic the gods had produced while we were in the pool, one crafted of deep blue cloth with gold trim.

Pinching the material away from her body, she made soft, sighing sounds punctuated with words I took for pleasure.

What sounds would she make while I plunged my cock—or my tongue—inside her?

She quickly crafted a long, thick weave with her hair, locking it away once more rather than allowing it to fly free. She blotted water from the tip with her drying cloth. Looking up at me, her smile grew big enough to make my heart explode. I swallowed hard, mesmerized by her animation and the fact that I'd given her joy. She chattered gaily and even leaned forward to pat my chest in a way I could only take as affection.

That's when I noted that her hands were as tiny as the rest of her, only half the size of my own.

"Mate," I said with worry.

Pausing, she cocked her head.

"We'll soon find pleasure together." Pray to the gods this was so. "I'm . . . concerned."

Her frown only deepened.

"One of my cocks is very big."

Someone snickered in one of the pools behind us, and I shot a scowl over my shoulder. Whoever it was shut up fast, and I turned back to my mate, leaning close to speak only for her.

"Will my biggest cock fit inside your tiny body?"