Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

Regan

I stirred the maluken stew before tasting it. I added a little more seasoning and then glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Krono, had there ever been a day when time had moved as slowly?

I’d spent all day thinking of my sweet small one and could barely concentrate on training. It was hard to care about drills and sparring when I now knew what Lomax sounded like when she came, how tight her pussy was, and how good it tasted.

Regret over not fucking her had washed over me almost the moment I left Lomax’s apartment last night, but despite what she said, sex last night would have been a mistake. She needed to know first that the only thing that mattered to me was her pleasure. I hated that sex had been unpleasant for her for so long, and I would spend the rest of my life making sure she knew only pleasure in my bed.

When the storm ends, you’ll never see her again.

My tail thumped hard against the floor. Krono, my inner voice did an excellent job of constantly reminding me that my time with Lomax was short.

I glanced at the clock again before setting the table. Lomax would be here soon for dinner, and I would make the most of our short time together. There would be time for regrets later.

The knock at the door sent my heart and my tail into overdrive. I practically ran to the door and yanked it open, smiling at Lomax. “Hello, small one.”

“Hi.” She looked uncharacteristically shy and lingered in the hallway.

“Come in,” I said.

She stepped inside, hugging her elbows as I closed and locked the door. I stared at her and couldn’t stop my tail from whacking against the wall with excitement.

She wore a dress for the first time since I’d met her. It was too tight and clung to her beautiful breasts and hips, and the scoop neckline showed off a generous amount of cleavage. The light pink dress ended just above her knees, and I stared greedily at her pale, smooth calves. I itched to run my hand up that smooth expanse of skin to the treasure hidden beneath her dress, to feel her muscles flex and twist as I pushed her thighs apart and buried my cock into her pussy.

I had an instant erection, and I turned before she could see the telltale tenting of my pants. Sucking in a deep breath, I said, “Come sit down, little human. I have made your favourite.”

“Maluken stew,” she said as she followed me to the small table. I stirred the stew as she slipped into her seat.

“Yes.” My cock was still hard, but I couldn’t stand with my back to her forever. I grabbed some juice from the cold unit and opened a bottle before handing it to her. “Drink some juice.”

“Oh, I’ve had, like, four bottles already today,” she said. I was grateful when her gaze stayed on my face and not on the bulge at my crotch.

“Drink more,” I urged. She would need the energy it gave her for what we would do tonight.

She drank obediently as I spooned stew into bowls. Despite how much I wanted my little female, self-doubt was already creeping in. I should take it slower, right? Should give her a few more nights of pleasure before I found my own in her perfect body. I didn’t want her to think that I was only using her like those on her planet had done.

We only have a couple of more weeks with her. You should fuck her tonight.

My tail thwacked the cupboards, and Lomax said, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, adding more stew to the bowls. My time with Lomax was limited, but that didn’t mean I should just take what I wanted from her because of it. She deserved better than that.

Yes, I decided with only a tinge of regret. I needed to wait.

My cock throbbed in protest, still stiff as a darsinian tree trunk and not at all willing to delay its pleasure for the sake of my female.

I set the bowls on the table and slid into my seat. “Eat, small one,” I urged as I picked up my spoon.

She picked up hers and, trying not to stare at her breasts, I said, “How was your day.”

“Fine. How was yours?”

“Good.” I spooned stew into my mouth, barely tasting it as Lomax reached for her juice, and the neckline of her dress dipped down enough for me to see the white edge of her bra. My mouth went dry, and my traitorous tail thumped against the chair as my cock swelled even more. Krono, getting through dinner would be more difficult than wading through muldeva sand.

A thick silence fell over us. I had no appetite, and I was forced to keep my eyes on my bowl of stew and not on Lomax’s perfect body or risk simply picking her up and carrying her to my bed. My cock was already leaking a steady stream of precum, and I couldn’t remember a single reason why I needed to wait to fuck my little female.

Lomax made a soft sound, and I glanced up at her, frowning when I realized she had barely eaten any stew.

“Does it not taste good?” I asked.

“No, it’s good,” she said, keeping her gaze on her ceaselessly stirring spoon.

“Look at me, Lomax,” I said gently.

She lifted her head slowly, and my lust died immediately at the look of distress on her face. I dropped my spoon to the table with a clatter and reached across to take her hand. “Small one, what is wrong?”

“I’m not hungry,” she said. “All I can think about is how much I want to be with you again, but I’m worried you don’t feel the same because last night I fell asleep instead of doing anything, and I feel so stupid because now you think I’m a… a selfish lover and I’m not. I swear I’m good at it, okay? So, if you give me another chance, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

To my horror, she looked like she was about to cry. Before I could say anything, she let go of my hand and stood. “I’m making a fool of myself. I have to go.”

I stood and let my tail whip out, winding it around her waist as she hurried toward the door. She gasped and turned, staring at my tail before touching it lightly with her fingertips.

I tugged her toward me, returning to my seat and patting my lap. “Sit down, small one.”

She sat on my lap, and the feel of her soft ass on my thighs brought my erection roaring back to life, despite my worry for her.

I rubbed her back in slow circles and kept my tail around her. I shouldn’t have - a Draax only used his tail in such a manner toward his mate, but I liked how it looked wrapped around her hips.

She was also staring at my tail, and when she ran her fingers through the tuft of dark hair at the end of it, my tail twitched and tightened around her.

“Did that hurt?” she asked.

“Tickles,” I said.

A small smile crossed her face, and some of my worry for her eased. Seeing her about to cry had upset me in a way I didn’t understand or like.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

“You have not,” I said.

“I’m not selfish in bed,” she said.

“I do not think you are.” I continued to rub her back. “I was the one who told you we were not having sex, remember?”

“Sure, but I could have given you a blow job,” she said. “I should have given you a blow job.”

Krono! My nostrils flared as an image of her on her knees in front of me, her perfect mouth sucking hard at my cock in an eagerness to please me, rocketed through me.

I had tensed beneath her, and Lomax said, “I really have ruined it for us.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because you’ve gone tense, and the look on your face is…”

“Is me picturing how pretty my small one will look with my cock in her mouth,” I said.

Those full lips dropped open in a perfect ‘o’ shape as she stared wide-eyed at me. Krono, my little sadora was trying to kill me.

I pushed on her chin with my thumb. “Close your mouth, Lomax, before I put you on your knees right here in the kitchen.”

I could see her throat working as she swallowed. “I, uh… I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Your pleasure first. Always,” I said.

She blinked at me. “What?”

“I do not come until you have come,” I said.

“Okay, that’s incredibly sweet, but last night aside, I don’t come that easily anymore. It takes a lot of effort and patience, and I don’t like the idea of you missing out because I don’t come when we’re having sex.”

“You will always come when we are having sex,” I said.

Another soft smile. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“Why would I not?”

“Because…” she fidgeted on my lap, staring at the bowls of stew and then the floor and basically everywhere but me.

I tilted her face toward mine, holding her chin firmly so she couldn’t look away. “Tell me, small one.”

“My sex drive is back.” She made a face. “It is back in a big way, but an orgasm is still an issue. You made me come last night, which was amazing, but today, during my lunch break, I was…”

“You were what?”

“Horny,” she said. “Incredibly horny. So I went back to my apartment instead of eating lunch in the garden, and I touched myself. I closed my eyes and thought about you and how much I wanted you, and I was turned on, but it didn’t matter. I still couldn’t make myself come. And considering that no one makes me come better than myself, that’s a problem.”

Just the idea of her touching herself in her apartment at lunch had me worked up. And more than a little disappointed. I had eaten lunch with Henden and Ilna in the dining hall when I could have been in my small one’s apartment eating her sweet pussy instead.

“I’m pretty sure last night was a fluke, but I want to be with you again, okay? So, I was thinking that maybe during our time together,” she traced her fingers across my broad chest and down my stomach, “we could not worry about whether I come or not and concentrate on you. What do you think?”

Her fingers grazed my erect cock, which pressed against the fabric of my pants. I hissed out a breath before grabbing her hand and kissing her palm. “What does fluke mean?”

Cute little lines appeared between her eyebrows. “It means it happened accidentally, or it was just lucky that it happened.”

“You believe I could only make you come because of luck?” I asked.

“Please don’t take offense,” she said quickly. “It has nothing to do with you, I promise. It’s just me and my stupid body.”

“Your body is perfect, not stupid,” I said.

She smiled. “Thank you. So, what do you think? Can we just concentrate on you?”

“No,” I said.

I was a little amused by the frustration that flickered across her face. “Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?”

“I am not all the time,” I said.

She gave me a look that made me laugh before I leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Small one, will you at least allow me to try to make you come?”

“Of course,” she said, “but I don’t want you being ridiculous about not coming unless I come because then I’ll feel like I need to fake my orgasm, and I don’t want to do that with you.”

“I do not want that either,” I said.

“So we agree that if I can’t come, we concentrate on you,” she said.

“No,” I said.

“Regan!” The lines between her eyebrows were back, and I pressed my lips against them this time before smiling at her.

“We are wasting time arguing when I could be making you come, small one.”

“Your arrogance is going to bite you in the ass,” she muttered. “Or, more accurately, give you a case of severe blue balls.”

“I am green, not blue,” I said.

“It’s just an Earth saying,” she said. “Regan, I really -”

I kissed her. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy listening to my sadora, but my cock was throbbing, and I’d spent all day waiting to hear her soft cries and touch her wet pussy again.

She made a muffled sound of surprise before returning my kiss eagerly. We explored each other’s mouths with soft licks and nips, and I groaned when she sucked on my tongue.

She released me, her lips swollen and her voice breathless when she said, “I want to suck your cock, Regan.”

“Soon, small one,” I said as fresh precum streamed out of my aching dick. “But first, you will show me your pretty breasts.”

She lifted her hair out of the way when I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. I pulled it down and then peeled her dress off her arms and upper body, leaving it bunched around her waist as I reached for her bra clasps.

She helped me unclasp it, and I stared greedily at her naked breasts when she tossed her bra on the floor beside us. Without speaking, I cupped both gently and lifted them, testing their weight as Lomax’s breath caught in her throat.

“Very pretty, small one,” I said as I rubbed my thumbs over her pink nipples. They hardened under my touch, and I leaned forward and captured the right one between my lips. I sucked lightly, using my teeth and my tongue to tease it into a tight, swollen bud. Lomax’s hands slid into my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp as she arched her back and made low gasps and moans. When both nipples were swollen from my teasing, and Lomax was rocking her body on my lap, I kissed her again before sliding one hand under her dress.

“Open for me,” I said.

She spread her legs immediately, and I loved how eager my sadora was to please me.

Her hands fisted in my shirt as I stroked her smooth, plump thighs. “Regan,” she gasped, “will you take off your shirt?”

I nodded and raised my arms so she could tug my shirt over my head. She dropped it on the floor as I slipped my hand under her dress again. She trailed her hand across my broad chest, smiling when one finger brushed against my nipple, and it tore a groan from my throat.

She leaned forward, pressing warm kisses against my throat and across my shoulder. Her soft fingers tracing each of my abs nearly drove me crazy with need. I slid my fingers up her inner thigh, smiling with approval when I discovered her bare pussy.

“I like that you do not wear underwear when you are with me, small one,” I said, planting kisses on the tops of her breasts as I toyed with the soft hair that covered her mound.

She laughed. “It’s not my usual thing, so don’t get used to it. As I said before, I have a serious lack of underwear at my disposal. You have no idea how weird it is for me not to be wearing them every - oh my God!”

Her hands dug into my shoulders, and she made another soft cry when my finger grazed her clit a second time. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I slipped my fingers out to show her the moisture. Her face turned pink, and I could practically smell her embarrassment.

“I like how wet you are for me,” I said. “Do not be embarrassed.”

I unwrapped my tail from around her waist long enough to pull her dress over her head and toss it with our other clothing. My tail slid around her waist again, almost like it had a mind of its own, as I cupped her hips and lifted her. “Straddle me, Lomax.”

She straddled my thighs, biting at her bottom lip when I spread my legs so hers were forced even wider.

“Lean back and rest your elbows on the table,” I said.

She stared at me in confusion. “What?”

“Lean back,” I said.

When she didn’t move, I cupped her throat gently and pushed until her back pressed against the table.

“Elbows on the table and arch your back,” I said.

Looking embarrassed again, she did as I asked, and I admired how the position thrust her breasts out before I toyed with her nipples. Her soft gasps and moans made me ache to tear open my pants and impale her on my cock.

Instead, I rubbed her inner thighs. “Spread your legs wide so I can look at your pussy.”

“Regan, what -”

I gave her a light slap on her inner thigh, making her jerk and her eyes widen. “Do as your mate asks you, sadora.”

Without a word, she spread her legs wide, and I immediately rubbed her clit in firm circles, smiling when she cried out, and her hips bucked toward me.

“Good girl, sadora. Showing me your pretty pussy when I ask will always get you a reward. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she moaned as she rolled her hips against my fingers.

I stopped touching her, and she huffed in anger. I placed my hands against her soft inner thighs and spread her legs even wider.

She made a little whine of protest, her body tensing, and I shook my head. “Shh, sadora. Be a good girl, and let me look at your pretty pussy.”

I studied my mate’s pussy, tracing my finger over the cluster of brown dots on her inner right thigh. I had seen these little brown dots on a woman before, but never in this particular spot, and she made a soft moan when I traced them.

“What are these brown dots called again?” I asked.

“Freckles,” she said and then gasped when I ran my fingers over her wet and swollen pussy lips. “Regan, please! I need you to touch my clit.”

“Soon,” I said. “Once I finish looking at what is mine.”