Episode Thirty-Five The Third Mate

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I stand to pull off my pants, then sit back down.

"Take off your pants." I keep my voice even. She knows how I feel about her and her kind, as well as this mating, which I consider a necessary evil. We'll have to live together. I don't expect us to ever like each other, but I don't need to rub her face in it. I must admit, she's a pretty thing, and trying to handle this shit situation with grace.

As she shucks her pants, her demeanor changes. Perhaps the strong female I met at the fairgrounds wound up in a pile on the floor along with her furred leggings, because in front of me is a female as skittish as a young filly.

Her shoulders are hunched, her eyes focused on the floor as if there is something fascinating in the woven reeds. She hugs herself, perhaps to keep from physically falling apart.

I've spent little time with females and have no idea how to make this better. I don't want to torture her. Perhaps she finds me disturbing to look at.

Whatever the reason for her fear and unhappiness, there's only one remedy. I'll make this fast. And she doesn't even have to look at me.

"Come," I say.

She walks to me in the tiniest steps as if she thinks I'm going to beat her. My thoughts flick to the group hug she just entered into with full enjoyment. Perhaps at some point I should remind her I won't kill females of her species.

My cock is flaccid, drooping between my thighs. I've been with few males in my life, and even fewer females, but I've never before had to coax my cock to perform.

I stroke it to see if that will get it in the mood.

"Do you need me to suck it?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

She's dropped to her knees, her gaze still on the floor, shoulders still bowed. I can't think of anything less arousing than a female who feels forced to fuck me, except for a female who offers to suck my cock with less enthusiasm than she'd have for a trip to the gallows.

"No."

After stroking myself for long minutes with my cock still limp, the atmosphere in the little hut gets even more awkward. If I don't mate her soon, I imagine she'll kick me out and find another to take my place.

"My body is…" What do I tell her? "My body isn't yet ready. Perhaps if you wait on the little porch outside the doorway?"

She walks to the door, naked from the waist down and is so lost in her own thoughts, she opens the door without thinking.

"Nadira! Pull on your pants."

As she scurries toward me to retrieve them, I toss them to her to help her out. A second later, I say, "Perhaps if you just stand there, facing the door?"

She immediately complies, her arms wrapped around her waist as if they'll protect her from… what? Me?

I picture a female of my species, a palomino like me, and coax my cock into a semi-hard-on. I think it's the best I'll be able to manage, considering the circumstances.

"Nadira! Come join me," I call, trying not to sound demanding. It seems she's already terrified of me.

She hurries to me and stands between my open legs. Gently gripping her hips, I turn her away from me. I already determined she must not like to look upon my face.

Pulling her ass downward, I slide my cock through her dry folds. She's not wet for me—why would she be? And I can barely manage an erection, much less produce any lubrication of my own.

Spitting into my hand, I drag it through her folds, then repeat the process until I believe I'll be able to get the job done. My cock is still hard enough to enter her, so I pull her down and backward onto my staff and thrust as few times as possible until I release inside her.

I'm about to pull out when she breaks her eerie silence to whisper, "The bite."

I'd forgotten.

I doubt my species perform mating bites. I don't have fangs like the monks or orcs. My teeth are flat.

"Sorry. This will hurt," I say, then use my flat front teeth to grip a tiny fold of skin on her shoulder. My bite is swift and hard enough to break the skin.

She screams, then cries.

There's no fixing this. I botched it. Badly.

Standing, I carry her to the bed the monk made on the floor out of pelts as he was waiting for her and the orc to return. After setting her down, I open the door. Just to ensure they see me and hurry back, I unfurl one wing, extend it as far as it will go, and flap it. When I look down, I see every eye in the village is on me standing naked in the doorway.