by T. J. Quinn
He went back to the bag and picked a navy-blue tunic. “You should wear this one,” he suggested, handing me the tunic. “That one is transparent,” he explained, and I blushed.
Ripping the tunic out of his hands, I rushed to the bathroom to get changed. The cracked mirror on the wall showed me precisely what he had seen, and my cheeks burned with shame.
He had seen more while I was showering, but still, the flimsy fabric of the tunic made the view more seductive, more insinuating.
Quickly, I took it off and put on the blue one. The fabric still clings to my body, leaving little to the imagination, but at least, you couldn’t see much, thanks to the dark color.
I went back to the bedroom, holding the white tunic in my hands.
“Thank you,” I mumbled and handed him the white tunic.
“You’re welcome. I’ll get you some clothes tomorrow,” he promised, grabbing the tunic from my hands and putting it on.
The small towel slid to the floor, and it was my turn to gasp and look away. “I thought we had determined that tunic was too transparent,” I grumbled.
“I don’t mind showing my body,” he teased me, walking to the bed. “I usually don’t wear a thing to bed, but I figured you would rather have me wear this,” he pointed out and gasped at the thought of seeing him completely naked.
I wriggled my hands as I watched him get under the bedcovers, ignoring his remark. The damn thing was as good as nothing at all.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me sleep elsewhere?” I asked, still a bit nervous.
Boys and girls were kept together at the children’s quarters, and more than a few were caught having sex under the covers. Despite the general frivolous behavior, I had never engaged in such activities. I wanted more for my first time than a stolen moment in a room filled with other people hearing my every moan and the man’s every thrust.
Going to bed with a man was a big deal for me. Even when I knew things would probably end badly for me.
“I’m sure,” his tone was resolute, and I sighed.
Reluctantly, I walked towards the bed and slid under the covers. I stayed as far away as possible from his body, stiff as a wooden board. But he wrecked my plans when he stretched his arms across the bed and pushed me into his arms, his body spooning mine.
“The whole idea is for you to get used to me,” he said as he nuzzled my neck. “To my presence, to my scent, to the warmth of my body,” he continued.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the drumming of my heart. “Can we go slowly? One step at a time?” I asked, doing my best to ignore the way his body felt against mine.
He chuckled. “One step at a time… I can do that. What’s tonight’s step, salavíf?” he asked, dropping a few kisses on the side of my neck.
“Can we just sleep in the same bed tonight? No touching?” I dared to ask. “Hell, I don’t even know your name,” I complained.
“Ryoko, my name is Ryoko,” he told me, moving away to his side of the bed. “I’ll let you decide tonight’s step. It will be my turn tomorrow,” he added, with a grin on his face that looked a lot like a victorious one.
“I guess it’s only fair,” I grumbled, giving my back to him and closing my eyes.
“Good night, Maya. Sleep well,” he said, clearly amused.
“Good night!” I replied, squirming in bed, trying to find a comfortable position.
I was sure I wasn’t going to sleep that night with him so close to me, and with my body still aching for a release, I denied myself. But I must have fallen asleep at some point because when the sun came up, I was once more wrapped in his arms, in the middle of the bed.
Our tunics had wrapped around our waists. Ryoko’s naked leg lay over mine, and his heavy arm was around my waist. To my mortification, his stiff shaft was pressed against my wet slit, perfectly nestled.
I shuddered, trying to decide what to do, not willing to wake him up.
“I’m already awake,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck while his cock throbbed against my hot skin.
“What happened with taking a step at a time?” I asked, almost breathless, as jolts of pleasure rushed through my body, making it hard to think coherently.
“Our bodies don’t seem to agree,” he teased me, sliding his hand to cup my full breast.
With my breath caught in my chest, I gasped for air. My entire body was on fire. His touch was conjuring so much pleasure I was having trouble thinking straight. ‘What the hell… I couldn’t let this happen no matter how much my treacherous body wanted it. It wasn’t right. It felt so damn right, yes, but it was so wrong. Right?’
Still struggling, I rolled out of bed, falling on my knees in a very clumsy way. “Our bodies don’t get to decide,” I mumbled as I got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
My heart was still drumming hard on my chest, and my pussy ached with sheer need, but I stood my ground and stayed away from temptation. Ryoko had agreed we’d take this one step at a time, and I intended to follow through, no matter how much it cost me. And judging, by the way, I felt right now – aroused and frustrated – it would cost me a lot.
I was stepping into the shower when the bathroom door opened up, and he entered.
I scoffed. “Will this happen every time I go to the bathroom?” I asked, with a hint of annoyance on my tone.
“Whenever I’m home, yes. I won’t give up the pleasure of watching you bathe,” he assured me with a wicked grin on his face.
“I’ll start bathing earlier!” I grumbled and turned away from him, doing my best to focus on the bath and not the way his eyes felt on my naked skin.
Damn, it felt almost as if he was touching me.
“We must save water, so you’ll wait for me, or you won’t bathe at all,” he demanded as he stepped into the shower with me.
I gasped, startled, but didn’t turn around to look at him.
I could do this. Ryoko had promised to wait, and if he intended to break that promise, he would have taken me in the bedroom, not in a tiny shower stall.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the soap bar to wash my body, but he took it away from my shaky hand.
“Step two, salavíf – we bathe each other,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck while his hands started to lather every inch of my body.
He seemed to love nuzzling me, and the truth was I was starting to love it as well, way too much. It sent chills of sheer pleasure down my spine, turning me into this boneless creature that wanted nothing but to surrender to his touch.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, in a harsh tone, trying to control my body’s urges.
“Oh, it’s the best I’ve ever had,” he assured me, with a broad smile, his hands cupping my full breasts and playing with them.
My heart stopped when his hand slid down my belly and landed between my legs. Instinctively, my hips move towards the invading hand, and I bit my lower lip hard to stop a moan from coming out.
‘Dear god… how was this possible?’ I had never felt anything like this for anyone. Not even slightly... What made him special? Why with him?
The questions troubled me, but my body had no problem relishing his caresses. He was taking his time washing me down there, and if he continued, my legs would give in, and I would come spectacularly.
That couldn’t happen. Heaving heavily, I grabbed his hand and took it away. “It’s thoroughly washed, thank you,” I said through ragged gasps.
“Are you sure? I’m sure it would be truly done with just a few more strokes,” he said in a teasing tone.
The bastard knew how close I was from coming and was now teasing me.
“I’m good, thank you,” I assured him.
He chuckled. “As you wish,” he accepted while going up to my hair.
Feeling his sharp claws massaging my scalp almost did me. Dear God, the man was too much for me. All he did to me seemed to fuel the fire already burning inside me, and no matter what I did, it didn’t go out.
The moment he finished rinsing my hair, I turned around with my best smile. “Thank you… you did an amazing job. I’ll let you continue,” I mumbled, trying to walk by him.
He dropped the soap bar in my hands. “It’s your turn, salavíf,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“What?” I squeaked.
“It’s your turn to bathe me,” he repeated, and I almost fainted.
Seriously? He wanted me to bathe him? Had he lost his mind? The man was already so hard his cock stood out like a steel rod.
“I wouldn’t… know where… to start…” I mumbled as color heated my cheek.
“Just pretend you’re washing yourself,” he instructed me, still smiling.
“You’re too tall…” I protested, not sure what to do, not sure I wanted to touch him.
I was already hanging by a thread over the steepest cliff. It would require very little for me to jump headfirst.
“Start with my body,” he suggested, and I gulped, staring back and forth at the soap bar and his chest.
“Of course…” I grumbled, taking a few deep breaths.
His skin was either harsh or smooth, depending on where you touched. The light scales were like touching a snakeskin. I found it quite alluring, especially when his body stiffened under my touch and his cock throbbed.
He liked being touched by me, and knowing that gave me the courage I needed to become bolder and go further.
I lathered his strong neck, his chiseled chest, and his powerful arms, taking pleasure in each one of the caresses. His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was enjoying it a lot. Probably, a bit too much.
Going down his massive legs, I intentionally avoided his cock. I had consciously refused to look directly at it. My shy glances had been enough to let me know he was huge. He had a big, long, and thick cock. Period.
I was no expert, of course, but after sharing a dorm with many men, I had seen my share of cocks,- and I knew they came in all sizes and shapes but none compared to Ryoko’s. It was so big I wondered how the hell would it fit in me. I mean, it was too big…
His legs done, I looked up at him. “I can’t reach your head,” I said, my tone hoarser than I expected.
Being so close to him was taking a strange toll on me.
“I’ll take care of that,” he said with a blissful smile. “But you forgot something,” he reminded me, lust shining in his eyes.
I gasped and smashed the soap against his chest. “You can take care of that, too,” I mumbled, pushing him out of my way and leaving the shower stall, barely stopping to grab a towel on my way out of the bathroom.
His laughter followed me and ranted in silence his cockiness—damn man.
When he came out of the bathroom, I was fully dressed and on my way to the kitchen. He smiled at me but did not comment when I rushed out of the room as if chased by a thousand demons.
We ate breakfast in silence, lost in our thoughts.
“Remember to follow the rules. Don’t go outside and pay attention to the alarm system,” he said as he got up from the table. “I know you would love to go out for a walk, but it’s too dangerous.”
“I know…” I sighed. “What am I supposed to do all day long?”
“Check the house. See if there’s something else you need,” he suggested.
“I need clothes,” I pointed out, still sulking.
“I’ll take care of that. Have a nice day,” he said, leaning forward and stealing a kiss from my lips.
I watched him leave and sighed heavily, my mind swirling at light speed. My life had changed too much in no time, and I had no idea how to handle all the changes. They had been too overwhelming.
I stayed at the table for a while before I finished breakfast and cleared the kitchen.
Cleaning the house and doing the laundry only took me a few minutes, so I had little to do during the rest of the day. I wanted to go outdoors, to spend some time in the sun, but his warnings echoed in my head, and I stayed inside.
No one came anywhere near the house, not even a small animal, and I spent the whole day staring at the walls of my new prison. That’s how I felt – that I exchanged one prison for another.
Sure, this one was far better, but it still kept me inside when all I wanted was to be outside, wandering through the woods, and picking wildflowers on the prairies.
By the time he came back, I was edgy and grumpy, ready for a fight. It had been a very long day.
Ryoko came back bearing gifts. Clothes for me and more food.
“I tried to think of everything, but let me know if you still need something else,” he told me, handing me the bag with the clothes.
“I’m sure you thought of everything,” I mumbled, taking the bag and putting it aside.
“Won’t you take a look at it?” he asked with a slight frown.
“I’ll do it tomorrow. It will keep me busy,” I grunted.
He looked at me, his frown deepening. “You’re upset.”
“I’m bored. At least, at the children’s quarters, I was kept busy all day long. There’s nothing to do here, other than stare at the walls imprisoning me,” I complained.
“This won’t last forever,” he assured me. “Just until we’re sure no one is looking for you,” he reminded me.
“I know, but that doesn’t make things any easier,” I explained, crossing my arms over my chest, still feeling restless.
He took the few steps that separated us and lifted my chin until our eyes met – awesome purple against plain hazel – in a battle of wills.
“Perhaps, you would prefer to be treated as a livestock at the breeding quarters… or better yet, become Sylan’s new toy,” he said, in a harsh tone.
My eyes flared. “That’s not fair,” I protested, slapping his hand away.
“It’s what it is, and you know it,” he stated, in a cold tone, holding me back, when I tried to walk away.
“I’m all alone, all day long. I’m not used to being alone,” I tried to justify the way I felt.
“Find something to do. This place could get a few more improvements. Just look around and find a project. I’ll get you whatever you need,” he suggested.
“That’s easier said than done,” I complained a little more, though he had a point there.
“Just try. You can do this. Not so sure about the alternatives,” he pointed out, and I scoffed.
Ryoko was right, of course. I had always felt the breeding quarters would be the worse fate possible. I had noticed Sylan’s interest me, and I had more concerned than I cared to admit. The whole concept freaked me out, and I would rather die than being taken there.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, changing the subject while he put the bag with food over the table.
“Yes…” I admitted.
I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. I felt like an intruder going through his things or taking his food when he was not around, so I hadn't eaten.
Not that I had been hungry. What I had eaten at breakfast was a lot more than what I was used to eating in the meals room.
“Let’s eat. Tomorrow will be another day,” he said with a smile.
Chapter Six
Ryoko
I looked at Maya from across the table and sighed. Things shouldn’t have been like this. I had everything planned. I would have started talking to her, letting her get to know me before I brought her here.
Sylan’s interest in her ruined my plans, and things weren’t exactly going as I had planned them, but I was confident she would feel better soon enough.
I could still see the passion burning in her eyes as she scrolled her hands down my body and the way her body trembled with need underneath my touch.
She wanted me. I had no doubts about that. It was just a matter of time for her to see things my way. Unfortunately, patience had never been my strongest trait.
It amused me the way she avoided even looking at my cock. But I was certain it was more about shyness than anything else.
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p; Letting her go was probably the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I knew it was a matter of time before she surrendered to her desire. I would be there waiting to show her the path to paradise. If our kisses and caresses were a sample of how things would be between us, we were on to something out of this world.
Work was as bad as usual, so I spent most of the time thinking about the next step. I knew she would try to make that call, but I wasn’t about to let her step back. Not when I was so close to getting her exactly where I needed her the most – in my arms.
When I got home, she looked as bored as the night before, but I noticed a few changes here and there. She had been busy.
“How was your day?” I asked her with a smile.
“The same as yesterday, trapped between these walls,” she grumbled but handed over a small list handwritten. “These are the things I need,” she said in a cold tone.
I stared at the paper, analyzing the bold characters but unable to read them. “Do you mind reading it to me? I can’t read your language,” I explained.
“How’s that possible? You speak it perfectly,” she pointed out, surprised.
“No, I don’t… not really. I transmit thoughts, images, and feelings more than words, and your brain translates them into words,” he explained. “In all the years I’ve spent on this planet, I’ve learned a few words of your language, but my accent is terrible. Our language doesn’t include most of the sounds required to speak yours.”
“That’s weird,” she said, with a slight frown. “But you do understand what I say,” she wasn’t asking.
“I do. To speak, you must think first. I capture your thoughts.”
She flushed and then paled. “All of my thoughts?” she murmured, flustered.
I chuckled. “No… not all. I try not to pry beyond your words.”
“But you could, if you wanted to?” she asked, still horrified with the whole idea.
“Yes, I could, but I wouldn’t. Not unless I had a very good reason for it,” I confessed.
“Great!” she ranted. “This is just great!”
“Trust me. I won’t do it. I know how much you value your privacy. I’ve learned that much about your people,” I assured her.
