Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

Lorna

I looked at the water, which was about the size of a hot tub. I could… bathe? Relax? What didn't these Loppies have?

Whitten rumbled a sigh of content as he dropped his pants with zero warning. With a smooth glide, he slid into the pool. The water came up to his waist as he stood, and when he sank down to sit on a ledge inside the pool, the water ebbed around his lower chest.

With his head leaned back, he stretched his arms out on the outside edge of the pool. The steam swirled around him, but the water was crystal clear, lit from within by glowing coral-like plants that grew along the sides.

Whitten's body was on full display, from his furred feet to his thick thighs to his muscled abs and chest. And then there was his cock. The shaft was so thick, and the head so bulbous that I swore it had to have its own pulse. I remembered the feel of it in my mouth. The taste of his release. How he'd rumbled with pleasure. How well his tongue had lapped at the most intimate parts of me.

His head dropped down, and his gaze landed on mine. His nose twitched, and I felt a flush of heat rise up my neck. He could smell me before I even realized I was turned on.

"Mate," he growled. His thighs spread wider. Heavy balls hung below his cock as the shaft thickened even further. The head swelled. His tail hung below his legs, shifting lazily in the water.

I swallowed as I undressed, and he watched me the entire time. I'd never been one to put on a sexy show for my partner, but I felt compelled to make this good for Whitten. As I lowered my pants, I turned my back to him. I glanced over my shoulder. Bit my lip. Whitten's gaze was locked onto my ass as I tugged my pants to below my butt cheeks.

His lips peeled back. A growl vibrated the steam of the room. "This is teasing," He rasped.

I wiggled my butt as I dropped my pants to my ankles. "Do you like the teasing?"

His claw clenched. I thought he'd say no, but as I turned and slipped my shirt up my stomach ever so slowly, he exhaled roughly. "Yes."

My stomach cramped, but this time I wasn't filled with panic. I was going to get what I wanted now. We were safe. There would be nothing stopping us from fulfilling our desire for each other. When my shirt was off, I stood in front of Whitten naked, and he reached down to fist his cock. He didn't jerk himself; he only squeezed the shaft with a grimace. He made no move to touch me. To grab me and ravage me. So I decided to keep up with the teasing since I was enjoying it too.

I sat down on the edge of the pool with my feet on the edge, so the water came up to my calves. Facing Whitten, I first kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. Self-pleasure had always been a favorite hobby of mine. I knew my body, and with Whitten watching, I felt the sexiest I'd ever been. With my legs spread as wide as they could go, I slipped my hand down my stomach until my fingers tangled in the curls covering my pussy. As soon as I brushed my clit, I moaned.

Whitten made a strangled sound in his throat. His chest heaved. His paws were curled into fists, claws protracted.

"Do you remember what I taste like?" I asked him. My voice sounded far away. In a dream.

"It's all I've thought about since I had you on my tongue," he whispered. His gaze was glued to my pussy as I ran my fingers through the wet folds. I'd never been this drenched. I seemed to leak juices. The air was filled with the scent of me. Whitten's pupils were blown wide. His jaw hung open, and saliva dripped from his bottom jaws. He looked drugged. Drugged on the scent of my arousal.

I slid two fingers inside of myself, just up to the first knuckle, and my legs shook. "Oh God," I muttered, but more than anything I wanted more. Girth, length, hardness. I wanted cock.

"Whitten," I moaned his name, and in one movement, he was no longer at the other edge of the pool.

He was in front of me, his paws on either side of my hips, his face inches from mine, and his cock poised at my entrance. He knocked my fingers away as he stared down at my pussy. "Do you need me, mate?"

I braced my hands behind me and lifted my feet up to the edge of the pool, my knees spread. I'd never been this horny. "Yes."

"You want my tongue before my cock? Want to come on my face again?"

I nodded, unable to speak as his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. His lips peeled back in a feral grin before he sank down into the water until his face was level with my pussy. His paws gripped my thighs, hauled me even closer to the edge, and dove into me.

There was nothing tentative or unsure about how he ate me out. His tongue, teeth, and lips worked me into a frenzy as he played with my clit, lapped at my folds, and speared my entrance. His chest vibrated in a constant growl, and the sensations continued up his throat and down his tongue. He was an alien vibrator with a dexterous tongue.

He drank from me. Ate from me. Gorged himself on my pussy until he was like a feral badger. My hips worked as I ground into his face. And when he filled me full of his tongue, my inner walls clamped down. My orgasm slammed into me, and I came with a cry, bucking against his face until I was a wrung-out puddle on the pool edge, my arms long ago giving out. I lay panting as Whitten cleaned me with that long tongue before rising above me. His face was shiny, his eyes almost fully black. And between his legs, his cock swung like a baseball bat. His balls looked painfully swollen.

The node at the base of his cock had swelled too, and seemed to be pulsing, but I didn't have the energy to think about it further, because Whitten's cock was notched at my entrance, and I was about to become fully his. Braced above me, he cocked his head as his voice became nothing but hard flint. "Are you ready, mate?"

Whitten

Lorna's skin was flushed a pink hue from both the steam of the pool and her obvious heat. Even after her orgasm, her body still called to me. Her juicy cunt scented the air, soaking into my fur and embedding itself in every part of me. I hope I smelled like her forever. I wanted to roll in her cunt juices until they seeped into my bones.

Her chest heaved, and her big breasts jiggled with every hitched breath. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Her back arched with a cry as I kneaded the other, careful not to touch her with my claws.

"Please," she murmured. "You said you'd give me your cock."

"I can tease too, mate," I said in response as I bit down ever so slightly on her nipple. She moaned and grasped my face, pushing her nipple farther into my mouth. I obliged and sucked until I left marks on her perfect breasts.

"Kiss me," she said as she pulled my face to hers.

I'd never kissed before. I'd seen Queen and my father do it, but my face was shaped differently. I had a short snout.

At my hesitation, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to the front of my lips. "Just use your tongue," he whispered against my mouth. "I know you know how to use your tongue."

I licked into her mouth, and she moaned happily. Our tongues met and danced. Her lips worked against mine, and somehow kissing was much easier than I ever expected. But it wasn't enough. My balls ached. My cock wept. My body was made for this—to take my mate—and it would no longer be denied.

And fleck me, my mate was perfect. Her intoxicating smell, her soft skin, her plush lips and ripe body. It was all too much for me, but I managed to just barely hold myself back. I gripped my shaft and rubbed it up and down her folds to get the head nice and slick with her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and urged me forward. The fact that she wanted me as much as I wanted her was nearly too much.

My restraint snapped as I slid the head of my cock inside of her and then plunged into the hilt. Lorna cried out, neck straining, as she scrabbled at the floor and my shoulders.

And the feel of her… Fatas blessed, I couldn't describe it. Tight, slick heat. Rippling inner walls. And her smell—I was dizzy with it. Addicted to it. I pulled out and slammed back home. Lorna writhed and bucked. Her breasts jiggled. I felt the node at the base of my cock extend and latch onto her clit. When the node began to suck and pluck at her hard bud of nerves, she erupted with a scream that made my chest swell with pride.

"What is that?" She managed to gasp. "Holy shit, what is that ?"

"My subcock," I growled as I plunged inside of her again, and again, and again. She moaned, her voice going high pitch, as I sent her body surging across the soft ground. Up and up we moved, until I was on knees outside of the pool, unleashing myself on my mate's body.

Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, and her body trembled. Her mouth opened on a silent cry. Our gazes met, and my body released. My balls drew up, and my cock pulsed. My seed spurted inside of her, filling her in the way I'd dreamed of since we'd first met.

My body wrung out, my mate a puddle beneath me, I collapsed at her side before drawing her in my arms. She shivered slightly, and I would have been concerned if she didn't have a death grip on my fur, and if she wasn't dropping soft kisses on my chest and neck.

I ran my hands down her body, studying her curves until I saw them in my mind. Until I felt like I could recreate her figure out of clay. We lay like that until her skin pebbled, until the ground felt hard against my spine.

We didn't exchange words. Looks and touches were all that mattered, and seeing my mate sated as she slipped back into the pond to wash her body and hair was more than enough. I could have done without her washing off my seed, but there was no reason for us to walk amongst the Loppies with her reeking of me. There was no threat here.

In the pond, I pulled her against me for one last lingering kiss. Her hands settled on my neck, and she stared into my eyes. "Whit?"

"Hmm?" She hadn't shortened my name before. I liked it.

Her face was flushed from the heat, and her hair hung in soft ringlets. She'd never been more beautiful. "You're the mate of my dreams."

I kissed her again. Because what words could I even say to describe how much she meant to me?

Sometime later, after we managed to pull ourselves from the pond, we retreated to our dwelling. The glowing flowers had long dimmed for the night. A few Loppies remained on the streets, but most were tucked into their homes and beds.

When we settled onto our mattress, Lorna fell asleep nearly instantly cuddled against my chest. Her deep breaths ruffled my fur.

But despite my fatigue, I didn't fall asleep quickly. I lay awake on my back, holding my mate, as I thought about what would happen once I returned home. The secret I'd been keeping for so long from my brothers would be nearly impossible to keep anymore. The Xaberians knew about the fate of the Drixonians on Corin, and if they knew, then it was only a matter of time before one of my brothers found out. And they'd know that I was aware. That the Drixonians were becoming extinct. I hadn't thought ahead to what that had meant for us, that the Xaberians saw us as their last resort to breed more Drix. We'd suspected that the human females were in danger. We hadn't thought that we would be too.

And that made it all the more pressing for us to find out what had happened to our other brother, who we called Six. Was he held in a cell and used for his seed? Were there young Drixonians being bred now on this planet? The thought made me shudder with anger.

Lorna moved in her sleep. Her forehead wrinkled, and her lips turned down, as if even in sleep, she sensed my mood.

I forced myself to calm down, but the concern lingered in the back of my mind like a festering wound. What would my brothers say when they knew I'd kept this secret from them all this time? What would Queen say? I'd done it because I thought it'd been the right decision. I hadn't thought we'd be capable of breeding. But now, I wasn't so sure. Not now that Fatas had blessed three of us with cora-eternals.

Our father had once told us that in the old Drixonian society on Corin, cora-eternals, or those who had been blessed with the sacred bond of loks, were rare. Most mating pairs made their choices based on attraction and compatibility. Loks were nearly unheard of. Almost a legend. When he and Queen had bonded with loks, he'd been shocked. He spoke so highly of their union, that it was coveted and the most precious relationship in Drixonian society.

But I hadn't expected any of that to happen for us. First, I never thought we'd meet a compatible female species. And I also had excepted us to be sterile. We were experiments. Mutants.

So when Bastian had returned home with a mate and loks, then Lynix, I'd been happy for them. But I'd also felt guilt over the secret I'd kept. Because suddenly that secret meant more. If we could procreate and raise chits… we might be the only bits of the Drixonian race to lead another generation, even if we only had half of the genetics.

Would the Xaberians try and capture more of the remaining Drixonian males to use on their females? What did all this mean?

The situation was bigger than me. What happened to the Drixonians on Corin was no longer in the past, but a present situation that was bigger than me.

My brothers had to know. So did Queen. I just hoped they forgave me for my deception.