32. THALIA

Whatever Ahane had said to the SiteMaster had burned him. It also got rid of our handful of diners.

“What did you say to the SiteMaster that pissed him off so much?” I got up on my tip toes to see the trail of scorched, dented scales that the SiteMaster’s feelers had left.

“He has holes.” Ahane brushed his hand by his own ears. “And his carvings haven’t been painted recently, and a major one is missing. He’s probably out of favor with his female and banished from her court to serve her purse here. But the holes indicate he may have been allowed to purchase a trinket, which is a very gracious gift for a collectible male. The females who hold courts never purchase trinkets.”

“Oh, and he would be hoping to win the Queen Lottery,” I said.

“Or it was a mark of her favor that she was willing to let him leave court to perhaps establish his own court.”

“Interesting. Not sure if I feel bad for the guy, but… interesting.”

Ahane hesitantly slid his tail around my calf, like he expected me to kick him away. “I hope you do not mind that I sold him the shuttle. It’s of little use to us.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” The Hunter’s ship had bricked itself once it had realized the owner had died. It had also unlocked all its hatches like take what you want, you’ve earned it. It was worthless to us given we didn’t own an orphan crushing machine.

“I am going to shower, and then I will set up your bath.”

There was something so indulgent about having my bath drawn for me. Granted, it was in an alien soup pot, but I’d take my weird alien fairytale. “I’d like that.”

He kissed my cheek gently, and rubbed my calf with his tail, before he went to get his shower.

I sighed.

Hewas just going to send another Hunter. And another. And another. And another. And it would be a matter of time before the Site Master got tired of the bodies and being the center of that level of attention.

It was time to start mopping all this up.

My bath was lovely. Still made my joints weak and muscles relax and I drifted in the steam and warmth. Baths hadn’t been ruined. Baths were still baths. I might never get another bath once I left this place, but I’d always have this right here.

I smoothed soapy hands over the scars on my neck. My probe wounds had healed closed, but the distended, thickened skin and damaged veins remained, creating two ridges along the sides of my throat. I had similar ridges along my arms and legs, but the ones in my neck were particularly bad.

Ahane helped steady me as I got out of the tub. Once my feet were on the floor, I turned to him, put my hands against his chest, and informed him, “You should eat my pussy. Right now.”

A pale pulse of color spread from his chest across his shoulders and up his neck. “Yes.”

Oh fuck, High Dialect. That was cheating. Naughty cheater. I snatched his tail and twirled the tip at him while using it to lead him to the bunkroom. “This way.”

He obediently followed.

He caught me as I released his tail and drew me close. “Before that.”

“I don’t recall telling you you got a say in this.” I grabbed the band of his pants and gave them a threatening tug.

“I am going to kiss you.”

“That was the plan. Just not these lips.”

There was a wicked gleam in his gaze as he pulled my face towards his. “Yes, those lips. So I can compare the taste.”

I laughed until his lips met mine and absorbed all my attention. His kiss was so full and consuming and his tongue caressed mine like he’d offered a rose petal. He ran his hands down my face, his thumb-claws gently raking my skin and drawing all the nerves to life, down the softness under my jaw, then down the grooves created by my windpipe and scars. His thumbs traced the slight dip of my clavicle, pulled farther down in a straight line flanking my breast bone, traced the curve of my breasts before brushing all his fingers across my nipples as he twisted his hands to cup my breasts.

His thumbs with their tiny scales moved over my nipples while his warm palms held my breasts. Delicate pulses and warmth moved into my skin as my nerves registered the depthless texture of his touch. The little scales seemed to fit into the grooves and nubs of my own skin.

I tilted my head back and moaned softly.

He bent and drew his petal-tongue down my windpipe. He dropped one breast and scooped me up by the ass.

“Hey!” I gasped as he pushed me against the wall, lifting me high enough that my breasts were almost level with his face and my thighs were on either side of his chest. I grabbed a handful of his hair fronds and gave him a tug. Didn’t phase him.

With my ass cradled by his wrist and forearm, he lifted my other breast with his lips. I sighed. “I’ll allow it.”

His laughter was a soft, warm pulse and he said something that sounded like thank you, mistress but more teasing and maddening, which only made me mad and wet. But his tongue against my nipple sent a wave of warmth across my body that washed away the tension the bath hadn’t.

My pussy started to warm and dampen and everything uncoiled from a years-long clench. Tears burned the corners of my eyes and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. He traced his tongue from one breast to the next, coiling it deftly around the other nipple and pulling gently before bathing my nipple with the flat of his tongue and his hand gently caressed the opposite nipple.

The beat of his primary heart thrummed against against my pussy. The soft thuds seemed to reverberate up through my hips and thighs. His tail caressed the back of my thighs in turn, moving higher and higher until it rubbed its length along my ass crack.

I tugged on his hair fronds hard enough to make him look up at me. “I told you to eat my pussy.”

His little smirk made my insides melt. I rewarded it with a little tug. “My tits don’t do much for me and won’t make me cum. You do realize making me cum was the assignment, yes?”

Another demure yes, ma’am that was equal parts insincere mischief, and sincere arousal. He gave me a little rub on the ass crack with his tail, the tip tickling the sensitive tailbone and making me squirm. I pressed my index finger to his lips, then hooked his cheek while running my thumb along his lips. His tongue obediently chased my finger.

My pussy dampened and my breathing quickened.

He pulled his head away and in one easy motion, lifted me higher against the wall.

I gasped in holy shit, what the fuck shock with the sudden motion, then looked down in a daze as he hooked my knees over his shoulders and backed up a step so that my hips angled enough my entire pussy was right in his face and my shoulders and back held me up against the wall.

He dove in with a long, slow lick right to my clit.

Every nerve that had been abused and neglected and forcibly forgotten shot back to life with a sensation so intense it was almost painful and the excess was offloaded to every other nerve in my body. I felt it in my fingertips.

He yanked back, scales rushing a shade of pale winter frost. Panic momentarily hit me as I dreaded a question coming.

“I am going to continue unless you tell me to stop,” he said instead.

Fuck. Me.

I grabbed his hair and shoved him back to work.

He explored my clit first, his tongue swirling while I moaned. Then he slid his tongue down one length of my slit and folds, his free hand sort of feeling along my labia’s texture, then a brief dip into my pussy, and back up the other side.

He drew back, breathing hard, and admired me while his fingers, looped up from under my thigh, pinched and smoothed my folds and caressed the sensitive skin of my upper thigh. “You’re so beautiful with all these shades of colors and textures. It’s so intricate.”

His thumb, the claw tip withdrawn and blunted, dipped into the bottom of my slit. My pussy rewarded both of us with a fresh pulse of warmth and dampness.

He slid his thumb deeper and his tail pressed between my ass cheeks, working its way back and forth until it hit my asshole. He dove back in, licking and teasing my clit while his thumb pushed up to the final joint into my pussy and his tail rubbed back and forth very gently across my asshole and the tip teased/tickled the base of my tailbone.

He explored what made me jerk and twitch and get wetter as he sought out every little nerve to touch.

“There,” I panted to him when he found the spot and pressure on my clit that made everything right up to the nerves of my neck vibrate, “there. Fuck.” I arched against his shoulders and the wall and the tail pushed against my ass and taint.

He told me something in High Dialect that might have been you taste amazing and I’m going to cum from just that.

The thought of his cock speared my brain. I hadn’t seen it at all. Or played with it. And I needed to.

“Put me down,” I told him.

He set me down. His cock was rigid and twitching with the beat of his secondary heart, and draining thin, long tendrils of honey. I ran my hand down the thick shaft and explored the small spike on the head with my thumb, enjoying the way his pre-cum was so slick and thick and let my hand glide effortlessly over his shaft.

I licked my lips. Then I hooked my free arm around his neck, pulled him down a few degrees, and told him, “Hold still.”

I dropped to my knees (which still required me stretching up) and gave his cock a long slow, lick, from base to tip.

He tasted like holidays. There was no other way to describe it. The most perfect and impossible combination of everything I loved most. Sugar cookies, cranberries, spices, wine, a fire in the fireplace, snow falling outside, evergreens, soft lights.

His groan snapped me out of my own delirium and shot right through me. His claws moved through my hair and his whole body clenched and a splash of honey hit my cheek and slid down my neck. I swirled my tongue around his tip and caught more before exploring the soft little spike and the texture of patterns carved into the shaft.

“May I play with your balls?” I asked. Some guys were ticklish, and Ahane was too big to tickle. I might get smacked with his cock in the process. Or lose an eye. And it was all fun and games until someone lost an eye.

He sounded strangled and his cock visibly pulsed on the underside. “Yes.”

His balls were covered in tiny, beautiful, slightly metallic scales that swirled and shifted in gradients of gold to deep red. I cradled his sack in one hand and licked between the two orbs inside while my other hand gently worked the base of his shaft. He rewarded me with increasingly tearing groans and his tail sliding between my legs again, except this time the tip rubbed my wet pussy and the length of it rubbing along my ass.

His tail, now in some slightly spiked bulb shape, dipped just inside my pussy. In, out, in out, in out, just just just the tip.

I moaned against his balls and shuddered all over. He groaned. Some of his honey hit my back.

His tail slid a little deeper and stayed there, just barely inside me. I squirmed and braced myself against his thighs with both hands. His tail slid another fraction.

I shoved off his thighs and rocked to my feet. He yanked his tail away instantly. I spun around, braced my hands on the wall, and told him, “Use your cock.”

“I’m too big for you,” he said instantly, even though he moved close and grabbed my hip with one hand and his cock neatly pushed between my thighs to slide along my pussy lips. “I won’t fit.”

“You’ll fit.”

“I’ll hurt you.”

You know what hurt? Not getting fucked by him. That’s what hurt. I needed it, and I hadn’t needed a damn thing for ages. “You won’t hurt me. Go slow.”

“Thalia.”

“You want to.”

“More than anything,” he admitted in a raspy groan as he shifted my hips so I slid along his length. I reached down between my legs and shoved his cock against me with the flat of my hand. I groaned as the spike hit my clit just right and nearly made me cum right then, and he made a shout/groaning noise and cursed in High Dialect as his entire cock throbbed like he was about to cum, but managed not to.

He moved back, breathing hard, and guided the fat head against my pussy.

Fuck. He was huge.

“Thalia,” he said. “It’s dangerous.”

“Ahane,” I growled. “I choose danger.”

He pushed his cock firmer and the head slid into me with a little pop sensation as my pussy got the idea. I gasped and arched into a bow. He moved deeper, slowly, the spike raking along my pussy and the ridges and channels hitting nerves and tender spots. “Yes, like that. More.”

He groaned in a this is such a terrible idea and I cannot stop myself way. He slid until the knuckles of the hand clutching his cock hit my pussy.

“More. All the way,” I whispered.

He removed his hand and traded it with his tail looped twice around his base, filling me almost to the point of too much while leaving me wanting those final fractions.

He said something in High Dialect that I wanted to believe was your pussy feels amazing, I’m going to cum as he pulled out slightly, then pushed back in with equal care. His groaning melted through my brain and he grabbed my hip with his other hand and pulled me right onto the tail cock-ring and held me there.

I came almost instantly as my nerves surrendered to his cock. My pussy clenched around him and I screamed his name as he held me pinned on his shaft.

He shouted, and his cock pulsed and throbbed in time to my pussy, and filled me as he shot his load in long, coursing waves.

I braced myself on the wall, panting and shuddering, while his cock finished emptying his balls. Despite his body being wedged in tight, I was so full of him it dripped between us onto the floor and down his tail-ring and balls.

“Don’t,” I rasped as he moved, “let me enjoy you.”

His cock twitched. He unwrapped his tail and pulled it down my spine in a caress.

I panted, head between my arms. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

He caressed me again with his tail, still holding my hips steady.

We stayed like that until he had softened enough he slid from me on its own. We were both a wet, dripping, slippery mess. I flopped around so my back was against the wall.

He stepped around the puddle and caressed my face and upper arms. He kissed me gently. “I will draw you another bath.”

“Bath?” I told him wickedly. “I don’t need a bath.”

“You are very… wet.” He looked down at my thighs.

“I am. Now get down there and clean me up with your tongue.”

He grinned with a sudden burst of golden scales, and dropped to his knees.

“And don’t make me cum again,” I warned him in a teasing tone. “I’m too sensitive for that. But I want to watch you jerk off for me…”