15. Thivoll

15

Thivoll

Dear Thela, when I turned to look at this small human with venom bliss pumping through me she looked like just the woman I needed to cage with my teeth and plunge my throbbing sex into.

Luckily, I got myself under control, though her scent is trying to tear down my hastily erected veneer of civility.

I shake my mane, chiding myself sharply. I will not be a ravening beast around a person who clearly has been abducted and treated poorly only to be sold in the galactic sex trade.

Not to mention, she is human.

That thought is enough to ease the pressure against my sheathe, though the woman still smells delectable for some inexplicable reason.

Before I approached her, I raised myself onto my back paws, not wanting to alarm the poor biped, not to mention needing my arms to carry her.

Now I'm struggling to keep us both upright. I keep having to whip my tail in different directions as a counterbalance so I don't come crashing down on top of her.

It's definitely worth it.

I pull in a deep breath of her personal scent. It's exotic and indescribable and the reason my purr continues to rumble through me like I'm a love struck dolt.

But I don't bother stopping it.

I have more important things to focus on, like the way she feels against me. She weighs almost nothing and is considerably smaller than me. From what I know about humans, she seems to be particularly petite, though has the full mammary glands that mark her as grown.

I'm quite certain her hair has been changed by the genali.

I'm endlessly curious and learning about other planets has always been a hobby. I don't remember there being many examples of hair this long among humans, but I find it captivating. Manticorid females have beautiful, soft fur all over their bodies, but it's short.

Nothing you can really grab onto.

As I walk the woman away from the gas causing her so much distress, the long strands of it brushing against my scales and ruffling my fur make me swell again.

Our women would never let me carry them like this unless they were deathly ill or injured.

To attempt it, even in jest, would result in deep scores across your hide, if not worse. I don't believe human women are known for being quite as fierce, but just in case, I focus on the sensation of holding her slight weight and the feeling in my chest while it lasts.

I want to keep holding her small form to me as I shield her from the dangers of the world.

A spike of anxiety follows that thought. There are many, many dangers here for such a defenseless species.

She is already improving after only a small distance away. Her coughing diminishes rapidly, and she reaches her small hand, which only has five digits and is a pale white-pink, up to wipe her eyes.

Once she opens them, it confirms my suspicions of genali modifications.

Her eyes are a mesmerizing blue color that seems to draw me into their depths, even more so as they open wide to take me in.

Her lips part in surprise when she sees me, showing a delightful pink tongue and the blunt white teeth of an herbivore.

Utterly adorable.