14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Iris

After their intimate moment in the lift, Damascus turned into a dedicated tour guide, acting with a degree of professionalism that shocked her.

No matter how crowded the area was, he made sure she got to see the exhibit. He even insisted on paying for several experiences. He told her everything he knew about each species and even bought her the Ponds Experience, a database of information she could upload into her information square, before leaving.

The tension between them slowly eased and she became engrossed in all the ponds had to offer. There were a lot of fascinating aquatic species, with a few ponds containing nightmare fuel! Ugg, why did anything need that many teeth going all the way down their throat!

Her favorite experience out of everything was the worw. You could pay a few credits and feed one of the creatures. She'd laughed when its toothless mouth sucked in her entire hand to get to the food, its tongue gently probing each digit. It reminded her of an Old Earth animal called a manatee.

They'd only gotten halfway through the ponds when Damascus's Ident pinged, telling them it was time to head back to the ship. Because she wanted to buy a few items, Damascus was forced to jog them back to the docks or risk Progress losing their departure spot because the two of them were late.

Several members of the crew were waiting and shut the door the moment Damascus strode aboard with her still in his arms. It occurred to her as he carried her further into the ship that she hadn't set a foot on the ground the entire time on the station.

"Should I take you to your cabin or the galley?" he asked gruffly. It was morning on the ship, and they'd be serving a meal to the few crew who worked the night shift and those that needed to eat more than once a rotation, which was only her, Mia, and Dek-lee.

"Cabin first," she answered. Her butt was sore and her hips stiff from being perched on Damascus's shoulder for so long, but it didn't occur to her to complain. She wanted to be held for however long he wanted to hold her. She really wanted to talk about their moment in the lift, but didn't want to push Damascus into a conversation because she wanted closure. That wouldn't be fair.

It was only after they'd entered her cabin that he finally set her down. The place was quiet, and a glance through open doors told her both Dek-lee and Mia had gone to breakfast. They'd gotten back later than she thought. If she hurried, she might be able to join them.

"That was fun, thanks," she said, turning to face Damascus.

At the same time she was talking, he said something she wasn't sure she'd heard correctly.

Setting the items she'd bought on a nearby table, she looked up at him. "What did you say?"

His gaze was focused on the blank display behind her. "I liked it."

Confused, she tilted her head. "You liked visiting the ponds?"

A sign of emotion finally came out of him, a rattle of…irritation? No, it was too soft to be irritation. What did it mean when the buzzing wasps of irritation sounded like they were a long distance away?

It took her a moment to remember what the rattle was—embarrassment! He was embarrassed, but why?

"I liked it when you touched me." He finally dropped his gaze to her at the same time he gestured to his face. "It felt good when you stroked my scent gland."

Relief made her smile up at him. "It did? I was worried I'd upset you."

He sounded a negative rattle. "Not upset, only surprised and unprepared. If you ever want to touch me again, you can. This time I'll be more prepared for my body's reaction."

How could a girl resist an offer like that?

She stepped closer and reached up to place her entire palm on his cheek. She moved slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away or ask her to stop. He went perfectly still and closed his eyes. As she ran her hand across his left scent gland, oil coated her palm, and the smell of chocolate filled the air between them.

Withdrawing her hand, she brought it to her face and rubbed some of the oil on her lips. Not only did it smell good, but made the sensitive skin of her lips tingle a little. When she looked up, it was to find him watching her with intense focus.

"More, please," he whispered as he sank to his knees and presented the right side of his face to her. He was making a deep, thrumming rumble she hadn't heard before.

He breathed out a quiet, almost inaudible moan as she milked his scent gland with her fingers. Bonding oil overflowed and dripped down his face and onto his chest. His eyes fluttered shut and he shuddered, his quills flaring out and in a few times as she rubbed.

"I want to do more," he said without opening his eyes. "I want to touch you."

She licked her lips, tasting dark, rich chocolate. It made heat pool in her belly. "I think I want you to touch me."

He still didn't open his eyes, as if afraid to look at her. "Are you sure? I know you value stability, but I can't give you that. I can only promise pleasure."

"I don't need you to promise me a future," she answered.

Maybe a good hard fuck would get him out of her system so when he left she could go back to not obsessing over someone who'd never really be hers. Just because it never worked in all the books she'd read from Old Earth didn't mean it wouldn't work for her.

Cupping both cheeks, she urged him to turn his head. He kept his eyes firmly shut. Leaning over, she put her lips to his and licked along the seam of his mouth. She wanted to coax him into a kiss, but he suddenly moved with incredible speed.

His arms wrapped around her, caging her to his chest. She let her legs go limp so he was supporting her weight as he rubbed his scent gland vigorously into her hair.

"Damascus," she sighed out, loving the way chocolate permeated the air around them, heavy and sensual.

"You smell like mine," he growled. Then they were moving again. Before she could draw a breath, she was on her back on the hard metal floor of the cabin.

She didn't get a chance to respond, she was too busy gasping as he ripped open her wrap and shoved her legs apart.

"Hey!" she protested. She was wet but not ready yet.

"Be still!" he commanded. Oh no, he didn't get to rut her like some Ugarian in heat! She liked a good time, but it had to be a good time for both of them.

"No, Damascus. You've got to—" she started to explain that he couldn't simply impale her when he dove face first between her legs.

"Oh! OH!" she gasped, unprepared for him to find her clit so fast. Not even the human she'd slept with was that good.

He sucked the little bud of nerves into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, careful with his sharp teeth. One of his hands forced her left leg further away so he could slide fingers down the inside of her thigh and to her pussy. Slipping a finger deep inside her, he rubbed up and down the inside walls of her passage.

It was as if someone handed him a "How to Have Sex with Iris" manual and he'd studied that thing day and night!

"Damascus!" she cried out, feeling her body tighten. He was eating her out like a man starving, and she wanted him to feast!

He rubbed a hand over his scent gland, gathering oil. When he dropped that hand to rub his fingers over her anus, she wiggled in anticipation. He spread bonding oil over her back hole as his other hand worked her feminine channel and his mouth was relentless on her clit.

"I…you… careful! " she cried out as he pressed a single digit against her back hole, but there was no pain. His fingertip slid in, stopped, and withdrew. Then pressed again. He teased her with the barest penetration there while pushing a second finger into her pussy.

Her breasts ached to be touched, but his hands were busy. If more of her brain was working, she'd ask him to slow down. Everything he was doing felt so good it was almost overwhelming and painful!

She tried to get her mouth to form more demands or pleas but nothing came out except for gasped syllables.

"Yes…right…I…oh!"

Then she was screaming because her climax slammed into her like an asteroid into a moon. Her spine bowed, and her fingers scrabbled on the metal floor, looking for something to grab.

Her cries didn't make Damascus stop. She felt both her pussy and ass tighten around his fingers, sending more pleasure through her and extending the orgasm. Her body tried to squirm away from him, but he followed her until she was against a wall, unable to move any further.

When the touches turned painful, she opened her mouth to sob out a plea for him to stop, but he pulled away before she could make a sound.

Still between her legs, he sat up, his face shiny with a combination of her juices and his bonding oil. He gazed down at her, still rumbling that slow, sensual sound that brushed over her skin as if the sound was a touch.

"You have the most beautiful climax I've ever heard," he growled. "I want to make you do it again."

Rubbing his hand across his face, he gathered her juices and licked them from his fingers as if savoring a meal.

Well, that wasn't entirely wrong.

"You should have a turn," she insisted. His pants were tented, and she was desperate to see him. She'd studied basic Talin physiology, but nothing in great detail. She was eager to see him in the flesh. Feeling shaky but determined, she sat up and reached for the belt latch.

His rumbling didn't stop as he watched her move. It took a couple of presses for her to figure out how to release the latch. Finally it clicked open, and his belt fell to the floor with a thump, the Ident making a little sound to indicate a sudden drop and reminding the wearer to retrieve it.

They both ignored it.

"I don't want to hurt you," she murmured, tugging his pants down.

"You can't," he grunted.

She rolled her eyes at that macho response but let it go. She planned to start out gentle no matter what he said. It took more effort than she liked to get the pants over his hips and erection. She got them halfway down his thighs before deciding that was good enough because his dick was now right in her face.

The sight of his beast filling her vision brought only one word to her mind.

"Wow!"

"Wuw?" he asked, his Talin tongue having a hard time wrapping around the unfamiliar human word.

"Wow is a way to say I'm impressed," she said, looking up at him with a grin. "I wasn't expecting to find this monster in your pants."

"It's not a monster!" he protested, sounding an angry rattle.

He rolled back to get his feet under him, but she grabbed his pants, which were still bunched around his powerful thighs. A forceful tug got him returning to his knees. He could've easily pulled away, but he didn't. That had to be a good sign.

"Monster isn't an insult," she explained quickly. "In this context it only means you're big. Bigger than I expected and perfect."

"Perfect?" he asked. He'd stopped rattling but hadn't started rumbling again.

She nodded her head and got her knees under her so she could bring her face to his. "Perfect for me."

Putting her lips to his, she kissed him. She expected it to be a chaste, closed-mouth kiss, but he opened his mouth and pressed close. For a member of a species that didn't do kissing, he was a savant!

He grabbed her ass to pull her close and deepened the kiss. She melted into his arms with a little moan. His stiff cock was trapped between them. His hard rod begged for attention with little twitches. When he ended the kiss, he didn't let go of her ass. Instead he squeezed and massaged her butt with his big hands.

"You like my monster?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff with the lascivious tone she was rapidly coming to adore.

"Not only do I like your monster," she answered. "But I want to play with him. I want to rub my hands all over him, kiss him, lick him, and even suck on him."

His hands tightened almost painfully on the globes of her butt. "He wants—I mean I want that too."

"Then you're gonna need to let me go," she pointed out with a playful lick to his cheek.

With a shudder he released her. His big hands slid up her back as she lowered herself. Taking hold of his cock, she slowly slid her hands up and down. She took a moment to examine him, noticing where his shape differed from what she'd experienced.

Unlike a human, he wasn't the same width all the way down. He was narrower at the top, with his slit angled up. Then he widened down to the base where her hand almost couldn't reach all the way around.

Her hands were dry, and she worried about hurting him. Raising her gaze, she gave him a sensual smile. "Come here," she husked.

Closing his eyes, he lowered his head, probably expecting a kiss. She brushed her lips over his, and at the same time, she cupped his cheeks with both hands. The pressure of her hands over his sensitive scent glands made him moan and more oil flowed out. When she had enough, she returned her hands to his dick and started rubbing.

Eyes still closed, he threw his head back and moaned. She worked him for a while, making sure to keep her touches a little light. He'd tortured her, it was only fair she did the same to him.

"I need more," he begged.

She didn't increase her pace. "I know."

His growl made her giggle. Leaning over, she licked slowly over the head of his cock. The taste of chocolate made her moan. Fitting her lips over the head, she sucked in the tip of his shaft. Damascus cried out, his hips moving slightly, as if he couldn't keep them entirely still. His sensual purring was loud, making him vibrate in her mouth.

Fuck, what would that feel like inside her? She wanted to push him back and sit on him, but she also didn't want to give up the chocolate-flavored cock in her mouth.

When she swallowed more of him, a loud rattle sounded. Startled, she pulled her mouth off him and looked up, worried she'd hurt him.

"Feels good," he grunted, placing a gentle hand on the back of her head. "Please!"

His plea made her feel powerful. She held her head against his hand and stared up at him until he moved it.

"I'm in charge," she reminded him. Reaching one hand down, she gave his seed sack a gentle squeeze. "Say it!"

His head fell back, and he sounded a rattle of affirmation. "Yes! Yes, my soul flower, you're in charge."

Soul flower? She'd have to ask him about that later!

"Good boy," she praised. His entire body shuddered at her words. Seemed like someone liked it when she took charge. She couldn't blame him, she'd liked it when he'd basically steamrolled her earlier. It felt good to have your pleasure be someone else's single focus. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself too! Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd get to lick and suck on a cock that tasted so damn good.

She gave him another squeeze as she lowered her head. He was much bigger than her mouth, so after she'd swallowed as much as was comfortable, she let her hands do the rest.

The room filled with his purring and the wonderfully debased sounds of her mouth working him. Suddenly she had a thought.

When she let go of him and sat back, he whimpered. "Ssh," she hushed him. Putting her palms on his chest, she urged him back. "Lay down."

Without hesitation he flopped back, landing hard on the metal floor. She winced, but he didn't seem bothered as he lifted his legs to get his pants the rest of the way off. Tossing them away, he laid flat, arms outstretched on either side of him. His cock pointed up, swaying a little as if it was waving to her for attention.

She made cooing noises as she climbed on top of him. She was half tempted to impale herself on his dick, but they hadn't talked about it, and she didn't feel like having a conversation about consent at the moment.

Nope, for now it was oral, which was fine because chocolate !

She straddled his thick thighs and tried to make herself comfortable. Nope, that wasn't going to work.

"Part your legs," she ordered after dismounting. He moved the leg she touched. Now she could straddle one leg comfortably with the added bonus that she could rub her still sensitive clit on the smooth plates of his thigh.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she moaned.

"I could put my mouth on you again and—" he started to say, but she cut him off.

"Shush," she ordered. She was so sensitive that the thought of his mouth sucking on her sounded like too much, but the uniform pressure of his thigh plates was just right. "I'll do what I want."

Damn, look at her ordering him around as if she was some kind of sexual dominant. This was fun!

"Yes, soul flower. Anything you want!" he agreed, dropping his head back down to the floor. "Everything you want!"

"You might regret that promise," she murmured before lowering her head to his cock. She focused on sucking on him, but it was hard when he moved his arms down to cup her breasts. She moaned around his cock as he gently squeezed and massaged her aching breasts.

"You're so soft," he whispered, then gasped when she sucked harder. She hadn't meant to, but his touch felt so good she'd done it unconsciously.

She started rubbing her sex against his leg, slow at first but getting faster. She mimicked the movement with her mouth and hands. There was so much going on she had to focus to keep her breathing even through her nose.

She didn't think she had a second orgasm in her, but she was wrong! Tightness coiled inside her as pleasure bombarded her from where her clit pressed on his leg and his hands worked the sensitive flesh of her chest.

"I can smell you," he growled. "You like this. You truly like this. Are you going to come for me again, soul flower? Are you going to release your nectar all over my leg?"

She sucked harder on him as she ground her pelvis against him. She was close and she needed him to come with her. She couldn't last; her body tightened as pleasure started flowing over her. His hands went still on her breasts at the same time she felt cum fill her mouth.

It was too much; she couldn't swallow it all. Sitting up, she kept working him with her hands as she chased her own orgasm against his leg.

Eyes closed, she threw back her head and cried out. Hot liquid covered her hands and hit her chest, dripping down over her belly.

She didn't realize she'd gone still until Damascus's hands gently pulled hers away from his cock.

"It's never been like that," he murmured, urging her down against him. "Are you sated, soul flower? Or can I do more for you?"

She collapsed against his chest, ignoring the way his cum squelched between them. Later she'd probably feel gross, but right now it felt dirty in the best way.

"I don't think I could take any more. But next time we do this, I want you to fuck me," she whispered, snuggling into his warmth and ignoring the sticky mess on her chest and hands. Did all Talins expel buckets of cum when they climaxed or was Damascus special? The image of her holding an actual bucket to catch it all almost made her snort.

"I want that also," he agreed, his sexy rumbling turning into the familiar soothing purr. "I want to watch your face as I sink myself deep inside you. You'll gasp and moan and come on my shaft before I fill you with my seed."

She grinned against his chest. "Aw, you say the sweetest things." His raunchy comments did make her think of something important. "How do you guys keep from getting someone pregnant? Or should I ask the healer to do something? I seem to remember Healer Raltinum saying it was a simple procedure to make me infertile for as long as I wanted."

His purring stopped and he went stiff against her. "Why are you asking about this?"

She tried to wiggle into a position so she could see his face but failed when his arms tightened around her. "It's not a big deal, but maybe you don't realize that our two species are breeding compatible. I don't want to get pregnant."

Suddenly his arms were gone, and he was scrambling to his feet. "I must go."

Sitting up, she watched him find his pants and pull them on without any of his normal grace. He didn't look at her, even when he had to reach down near her leg to pick up his belt with the Ident and pouch still attached.

Feeling suddenly vulnerable, she pulled her wrap closed, covering both her body and the mess Damascus left on her. The ties were torn so she held the ends together in shaking hands.

"What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"

"Nothing is wrong," he said as he turned his back and strode to the cabin door. "Thank you for our time together. It was a pleasant interlude."

Then he was gone without even a backward glance.

She sat there stunned until she heard a chime from a display indicating the time. Mia and Dek-lee would probably be getting back soon.

Her legs didn't feel steady, but she got herself locked in the bathing chamber. Once the hot water was streaming down her body, she let the tears pressing on the back of her eyes overflow.

"Stupid asshole," she muttered before ducking her head under the water. "You don't cover a girl in cum then run off!"

She wished she felt as angry as her words sounded, but the truth was, she was hurt. Really, she shouldn't be surprised, this was simply a continuation of what he'd been doing all along. He'd be kind or considerate and then say or do something insulting and alienating.

"I don't have time for this bullshit," she muttered. "Damascus doesn't get any more of me."

She really wished she felt as determined as she sounded.