I shook my head. “No, you have not.”
She made a face at me. “I’m terrible with directions. I would forever be getting lost if I tried to go by myself. Although, I might be able to find my way to the garden now.”
“You will get used to the palace layout with time,” I said without thinking.
She gave me an odd look. “The storm will end, and I will be gone before I learn my way around the palace.”
My tail flicked angrily at the thought of her leaving, and she winced when it snapped against her thigh.
“I am sorry.” I gave her an anxious look as I relaxed my tail. “I did not mean to hurt you.”
“I know,” she said. “And I know that first night was an accident as well. You need to stop beating yourself up over it, okay?”
“What do you mean beating myself up?” I asked.
She thought for a moment. “It means that you keep feeling bad and punishing yourself emotionally for what happened. You need to stop doing that.”
“It is my fault,” I said. “But I will fix what I have done, I promise.”
She squeezed my hand but didn’t reply. I sighed inwardly and took a left down the hallway before stopping in front of the last door. I opened it and guided her inside. Her gasp of surprise and the look of pure delight on her face, made me smile.
“The pool!”
“Do you like it?” I murmured into her ear.
“It looks amazing!”
“Good.” I couldn’t resist nipping at her earlobe as I stepped behind her and nestled my cock against her soft ass.
I splayed my hand across her round belly and kissed her neck. “Would you like to swim, sadora?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she turned her head to give me better access to her throat. “What will I have to give you for it?”
“Kissing.” I grasped her chin and turned her face to mine. I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue between her lips so I could taste her sweetness. My cock was hardening, and she rubbed her ass against it. I pulled my mouth away and smiled at her whimper of protest.
“Touching.” I cupped both her breasts through her shirt. She moaned and arched her back. I gripped her full hip as I rubbed my cock against her ass.
“Open your legs for me, sadora.” I was delighted when she immediately did what I asked. I slipped my hand into her pants and cupped her pussy through her panties. The crotch was already starting to dampen.
“Tasting.” I sucked on her earlobe.
“T-tasting? Tasting what?”
I smiled at her innocence and squeezed her pussy. “Your sweet pussy, my sadora. I wish to taste it.”
“Why?”
“Why did you taste my seed from your thumb?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
I kissed her throat again. “It would bring me great pleasure to taste your pussy. Do you wish to swim, Sabrina?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I will allow you to swim if you allow me to eat your pussy tonight. Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “We have an agreement.”
I rubbed her clit through her panties as a reward and she moaned again before arching against me. “Maybe - maybe we should do the pussy eating first?”
My low laugh made her blush and I gave her clit a final stroke before removing my hand from her pants. “Go and enjoy your swim, my sadora. I will eat your pussy later.”
“Do you promise?” She asked.
“Yes.” I squeezed her breast and kissed her mouth. “I promise.”
“Are you swimming?”
I shook my head and pointed to the water in a separate smaller pool. “I will relax in there. Join me when you tire of your swim.”
She hesitated. “I don’t have my swim suit.”
“Do you need it?”
“I can’t swim naked,” she said. “What if someone else comes in to use the pool?”
“I have locked the door. No one else will join us.”
“I’ll swim in my bra and panties.”
“Whatever you want, sadora,” I said.
* * *
She didn’t swim for as long as I thought she would. The water had turned her bra and panties translucent and I deliberately avoided looking at the way her nipples had hardened and they way her panties clung to her sex. She joined me in the warming pool, sitting across from me and smiling happily.
“It’s like a hot tub without the jets.”
I arched an eyebrow at her and she said, “We have these things called hot tubs with jets of water that – oh!”
I’d pushed a button on a panel in the floor next to the warming pool. The water bubbled, and she shifted so that one of jets pressed against her back. “This is really nice.”
“I am glad you are enjoying it. Did you like the pool?”
“So much. Did you know that humans used to use a chemical called chlorine in their pools? Have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous?”
I laughed. “The humans do many things that seem ridiculous to the Draax.”
“Yes, I suppose we do.”
We sat in comfortable silence for a while. I was intensely curious about her life and I couldn’t resist asking her about it. “Do you have other siblings?”
“No, it’s just me and my sister. My parents were killed in an accident when I was nineteen. I left school and returned home to care for my sister.”
“She could not care for herself?” I asked.
“My sister is,” she paused, “fragile.”
“What did you study in school?”
“I was going to be a doctor.”
I didn’t reply, and she said, “It’s a person who heals the sick and -”
“I know what it is,” I said. “We have healers on Draax. They are called kadanas.”
“Why?” She asked. “Doesn’t the gallberry juice heal everything?”
I nodded. “Yes, but our kadanas diagnose the ill and administer the gallberry juice. They help deliver our young and guide our elderly to the other side when the gallberry no longer heals.”
“Oh,” she said. “Anyway, once my parents died and I had to take care of Carrie, I couldn’t go to school anymore. So, I took a job as a nanny.”
“You are fond of children then?”
She nodded. “I am. I always knew I wanted lots of kids.”
“You could be a healer here,” I said casually.
She stared at me and I tried to sound indifferent. “You could train under our palace kadana once your nanny employment ends, and then find work here on Draax.”
“If I stay on Draax, I won’t see my sister,” she said.
“You can go back and visit, or your sister can come to the planet.”
She laughed. “It costs a great deal of money for space travel.”
“I would cover the costs,” I said.
“Why would you do that?”
“Does it matter?”
“It matters if you require something in return.”
I flushed. It didn’t serve me well to forget how clever Sabrina was. I was ashamed to admit it, but the truth was I only offered her this opportunity because I did want something. Her. She could not bear me children like my actual mate Evelyn, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t fuck once or twice a week.
You would treat Sabrina like a common earth whore? You may not have known her long, but you already know she would never agree to it if you were mated to another. Besides, she deserves better than that.
My inner voice was right, and my shame grew. I wasn’t thinking of Sabrina or Evelyn or of my kingdom. My people didn’t want a king who did not treat his queen with the respect she deserved. I needed to remember that once I had shown Sabrina that sex would not always be painful, we would be finished. I would have no need to see her again.
“My King?” Sabrina said.
“What is it?” I said gruffly.
“Would you require something in return?” She repeated.
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sp; “No. Forget what I said,” I replied. “You cannot be that far from your sister and you will need a human male to give you children.”
My stomach burned at the thought of her mating with another man and I stood up abruptly. I was naked, and Sabrina’s face flamed red as she stared at my cock. I stepped out of the warm pool and dried off with a towel before yanking my pants and shirt on.
Sabrina had climbed out and wrapped a towel around her wet body. She touched her wet braid a bit nervously as I took her hand.
“I’m not dressed,” she said.
“You are covered well enough,” I replied. “Come, little human.”
She gathered her clothes in one hand and took my hand with her other. I wrapped my tail around her towel-covered waist and led her out of the pool room.
* * *
Sabrina
Quill was angry with me. I didn’t know why, but it was easy enough to see in the stiff way he walked next to me. He didn’t say a word as we returned to my small apartment. He opened the door for me and dropped his tail from my waist. I stepped inside, but he remained in the doorway. I gave him a look of confusion.
“Are you not coming in, my King?” It felt strange to call him that but calling him Quill when he was angry with me seemed like the wrong thing to do.
“No,” he said shortly.
My stomach dropped, and I tried to hide my disappointment. “But we had an agreement.”
He didn’t reply, and he pulled back when I tried to take his hand. “My King, we had an agreement, remember?”
“Yes, but I have changed my mind.”
“Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” I was starting to be angry about his sudden change in heart. We had made an agreement and it wasn’t right that he could just change his mind.
“You have not done anything wrong,” he said.
“Then why are you breaking our agreement?”
“I am your king. Do not ask me to explain myself.”
“I deserve an explanation.”
“Go to bed,” he said. “We will talk tomorrow.”
“Will we talk, or will you eat my pussy?” I said crudely.
He flushed, and his gaze dipped to my crotch. “Enough, little human.”
“We had an agreement,” I repeated.
“You will do as I say and go to your bed.” He shut the door in my face.
“You asshole! You promised!” I shouted before slamming my fists on the door. It hurt my hands and I cursed again before stomping to the small living room. I stormed back and forth in front of the couch.
“Asshole,” I muttered again. “He thinks he can just offer to eat my -”
The door opened, and Quill strode into the room. He shut the door and stalked toward me. I should have been afraid, but all I could feel was lust and need. I made no objection when he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. His big hand squeezed and caressed my ass as he carried me into the bedroom.
He set me on my feet and pulled the towel away before kissing me hard on the mouth. His hands flicked open my bra and he yanked it away and dropped it to the floor. I returned his kiss and pulled at his shirt. He pulled it off and it joined my bra on the floor. I traced my hands over his chest and then his abdomen, running my fingers over each hard ridge of muscle.
He kissed me again, cupping the back of my skull and squeezing my breast with one hard hand until I gasped.
“I am sorry,” he whispered against my mouth. “I am sorry, my sadora.”
“It’s fine.”
“I should never have spoken so cruelly to you.”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “You weren’t cruel, just a little cranky.”
He sucked on my bottom lip before squeezing my ass through my wet panties. “Will you still allow me to taste your pussy?”
“Yes,” I said. “I want you to.”
“I want it too,” he whispered.
We kissed again, slow deep kisses that heated my blood and made me rub my pelvis against him. He groaned when my fingers dug into his back. He reached for my panties. I helped him slide them down my legs and stepped out of them as he touched the dark curls at the top of my pussy.
“I cannot wait to taste you, sadora.”
We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and I lay quietly as he took out the elastic at the end of my hair and unbraided it.
“Your hair is pretty.” He gently combed out the tangles with his fingers.
“Thank you.”
“It is soft and smells good.” He inhaled deeply, and I tugged on his own short dark hair.
“Not that I don’t love the compliments, my King, but you promised to eat my pussy.”
“Quill,” he said. “You will call me Quill when you are in my bed.”
“Technically we’re in my bed.” I pointed out.
He laughed, and my chest tightened. God, I loved his laugh.
“Quill. Say it,” he demanded.
“Quill,” I whispered.
He bent his head and sucked on my nipple until it was a tight little bud and my back was arching.
“Oh please, Quill,” I moaned.
“Patience, my little sadora,” he murmured against my breast.
He spent what felt like hours licking and kissing and sucking at my breasts. My nipples were hard as glass and each brush of his tongue made my back arch helplessly. By the time he pressed a warm kiss against my abdomen, I was already feeling nearly insane with need. I yanked at his hair when he licked around my belly button.
“Enough teasing!”
He smiled up at me. “My sadora is impatient, is she not?”
“Yes,” I said. “Do what you promised, Quill.”
“Whatever you want, little human.” He nudged at my thigh with his shoulder and I spread my legs with a shameful eagerness as he stretched out between them. He kissed and licked my inner thighs teasingly and I squeezed them around his head.
“Please!” I shouted when he licked the crease of my thigh.
His warm breath washed over my pussy and I couldn’t hold back my hoarse shout when he licked the lips of my pussy.
He lifted his head and smiled at me. “You taste delicious, sadora.”
I pushed on his head. “I want more.”
He pressed a kiss at the top of my pussy before licking my pussy lips again. I was soaking wet. I could feel liquid dripping out of my pussy and slipping down my inner thighs, but I didn’t feel any shame. Not even when Quill cleaned my thighs with his tongue before delving back into my pussy. My clit was so swollen that it peeked out from between my lips, but Quill deliberately avoided it as he kissed and licked.
“Quill! Please!” I had never had my pussy eaten before, had never even had a man touch my clit until Quill. But after only a few minutes of having his warm wet tongue tasting me, I was very certain if he didn’t lick my clit, I would die. The tension in my belly was too much to take, the pressure nearly pain, as I clutched helplessly at his head and tried to guide him where I wanted him to go. “Please, Quill! I can’t take it. Please!”
His warm, wet tongue brushed across my clit with a firm stroke. He’d gotten me so hot, so worked up and needy that the single brush of his tongue was enough. I screamed, my pelvis arching as pleasure flooded through my body, lighting up every single nerve ending. Quill’s big hands clamped down on my hips, holding me steady as I writhed and screamed again. His tongue was still on my clit and the light strokes he made across it increased the intensity of my orgasm. I screamed a third time and collapsed against the bed as Quill pushed into a kneeling position between my legs. He fumbled at his pants, tearing them open and pulling his cock out. He rubbed it hard, staring at my breasts as he moaned.
“Stop!” I gasped out.
The look of agony on his face was clear. He stopped rubbing but kept his hand around his cock before pleading, “My sadora, please. Do not make me stop. I need my relief just as much as you.”
“I know,” I said. “I – I want to have sex with y
ou.”
His body froze, and he released his cock before leaning back. “What did you say?”
“I want to try having sex with you.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes. But if I ask you to stop, will you?”
“Yes,” he said immediately.
“Can you stop?” I hated the doubt in my voice, but I needed to know.
He rubbed my thigh. “Yes, my sadora. I can. I will never hurt you again, I promise.”
“Okay,” I said.
He stayed where he was, as if he couldn’t quite believe what I was saying.
“Quill, I’m ready.”
Pre-come leaked from the head of his cock and dripped onto my thigh. He stared at it for a moment before shifting his gaze to me. “I – thank you, sadora.”
He shoved his pants down his thick thighs and I tried not to giggle when he nearly fell off the bed, yanking them off his feet. He squeezed my knee. “You will be on top. You can control the pace and how much you take and if it becomes too much -”
“No, I want you on top.”
He hesitated, and I spread my legs wide and held out my hands toward him. “I trust you, Quill.”
Something flickered in his lovely, silver eyes, too quick for me to understand what emotion it was. He lowered his gaze to my pussy before he cupped my ass and lifted so that his tail could wrap around my waist. I gave him a questioning look. He hadn’t wrapped his tail around me before when we were intimate.
He either didn’t see my look or purposely ignored it as he positioned his heavy body above mine and propped himself up on his hands. He leaned down to kiss me. I returned his kiss as I arched my back and rubbed my hard nipples against his chest.
He made a guttural moan of need and nipped my bottom lip. I squeezed my hands around his narrow waist and licked his throat. He moaned again, and I tried not to stiffen when I felt the head of his cock brush against my pussy. He reached between us and guided the head to my wet entrance.
He studied my face intently before kissing me. “I will not hurt you, sadora.”
“I know,” I said. “I know you won’t.”
He nuzzled my throat and made a gentle push. The head of his cock breached my entrance and I released my breath in a harsh rush.
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