When She Purrs: A Risdaverse Romance

by Dixon, Ruby

  “Looks like you’ve got yourself a bit of a problem,” she calls to me. “You’d better go home to your little human Cheem and let her take care of that. I’ll handle this.”

  I stagger to my feet, and the process takes longer than it should. My cock is a live wire in my pants, and my thoughts are slow, clouded with the drug and the constant arousal pouring through me. “You…get…information…”

  “I know how to do my job, precious,” she purrs, and snaps her teeth at an irritated-looking Jamef. “I’ll contact you soon enough, once I get what I can out of this one.”

  “You will get nothing out of me,” Jamef says coldly.

  Bethiah just giggles, the sound one of pure, unhinged delight.

  Good. Fine. I palm my cock again and stumble away. Let her handle this problem. I will pay her handsomely in my thanks for handling the situation. But for now, I must get home to Kim. I must get this noli off of my skin. I must ease this painful ache in my groin.

  It is the longest drive back to my homestead, and when I finally pull the air-sled in front of my home, I do not feel a sense of relief, but one of dread. The noli is potent, racking my system, and I have come in my trou three times as the air-sled drove itself back, and each time felt less like relief. I need my mate.

  But my mate is scared of me. She has been hurt in the past. I cannot go to her side and bury my face between her thighs like I want to, like I dream of. I must stay far away from her until I am under control again.

  So I head to the barn instead. Perhaps I will get lucky and pass out from the exquisite agony of it all…but somehow I doubt it.

  I think I am simply in for the longest night ever.

  41

  KIM

  Apparently I can’t sleep without Nassakth next to me.

  I wake up in the middle of the night, restless, my dreams full of unpleasant things. I’m alone in the big pizza-like bed, and for a moment, I curl my arms under the sleeves of his tunic and wait for him to come back to bed. Maybe he just got up to use the restroom and he’ll return, warm and snuggly, and I’ll push my face up against his mane and go back to sleep with his scent in my nose.

  But five minutes pass. Then ten. Then more. And Nassakth doesn’t return.

  Yawning, I get out of bed. It’s far too early for him to be making breakfast, so it must be something else. Maybe he can’t sleep? I check several rooms in the house, but no Nassakth. He’s not in the war room, either. Not anywhere.

  I start to grow worried.

  Surely he hasn’t left me? I glance outside, and see the air-sled parked out on the drive, so he’s still here unless he walked somewhere nearby. I move through the rooms again, opening doors and peering in dark corners. I even look in the basement med center, but there’s no Nassakth. He’s just not…anywhere.

  I ignore the tinge of fear skittering through me. Something about this doesn’t make sense. Nassakth wouldn’t abandon me. Not after what we shared in the shower. I blush thinking about how good it was with him. Next time, I want to be brave and skip the cuffs. Just the thought of him with his big hands on me fills me with far more erotic excitement than I thought I’d ever feel again. I’ve gone from never wanting to be touched again to constantly thinking about “next time.” Today, we kept it purely innocent, but I had a lot of filthy thoughts.

  Many, many filthy thoughts.

  It’s not like I could help it. He massaged me. He held me close as he showed me how to stab the sword. When I showered afterward, he washed me. Like I’m supposed to think pure and chaste things when he constantly has those big hands on my body? I’ve spent far too much of today in a state of silent arousal, because I’m too chicken to tell him what I need. I don’t want to put the cuffs on him again now that I’ve had a chance to really think about it…but the cuffs help me feel brave. It’s a dilemma.

  I peek out the front window, looking for Nassakth again. Maybe…maybe he found another bug on one of his plants and got rid of it? I shudder at the thought, rubbing my arms, but as I walk through the house again, none of the regular plants seem to be missing from their spots. I glance outside again…and notice that the air-sled is parked in a different spot than it was yesterday. Oh. That means he’s used it recently…but if that’s the case, then where is he?

  A cold prickle of fear washes over me.

  What if he went somewhere and…never made it back inside? What if he’s been hurt? What if he’s lying out in a field somewhere, unconscious? I race for the war room and grab my short sword off its place on the wall, and then run to the bedroom and slip on a pair of shoes. I head for the front door again, peering outside, and then when I see nothing, I open the door and tiptoe out as silently as I can.

  A quick check of the air-sled doesn’t show him inside, but there’s an odd smell when I open the door that makes me pause. It’s familiar…and yet not. I glance around, holding my sword with a white-knuckled grip. “Nassakth?” I whisper. “Are you here?”

  No answer.

  Shit. I look at the fields stretching out around us. His homestead is massive compared to mine, each of his fields as big as my entire property. There’s no way I can check this all on my own, and I’m not familiar with his security programs. I’m not sure what—

  I hear a low, distant groan.

  Fear trembles through me. Oh my god. Nassakth—and he sounds like he’s in pain. “I’m coming,” I call, racing toward the sound. It was almost like it came from the barn, so I head in that direction. “Nassakth, I’m here!”

  I slap my hand down on the security sensor and the barn doors slide open.

  “Kim,” Nassakth rasps from somewhere within. “Go back…inside.”

  “I’m here,” I say again, my voice firm. “Are you hurt? Where are you?” I hold my sword aloft, as if its mere presence can scare away any bad guys. “Nassakth?”

  He groans again. “No, Kim.”

  I step forward, and the lights in the barn flood on. I hear the gentle hum of bots activating themselves, and a distant bleat of a meat-stock animal roused from sleep. None of that seems important, though, because Nassakth is collapsed on the floor, his big body trembling, his back to me. He looks as if he’s covered in sweat.

  “Oh god, Nassakth!” I race to his side. “What’s wrong? What—”

  I choke on my words as I drop to his side and he rolls onto his back. He’s covered in sweat all right, sweat and something else. His trou are soaked in a way I’ve seen before, his cock outlined against the thin material. His tunic and his mane are damp, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and agony.

  And there’s a fine dust of pollen everywhere. Noli pollen. That was the smell I recognized in the air-sled.

  “Nassakth. Wh-what happened?”

  He closes his eyes and rubs at his enormous erection with one big paw. “Go inside, Kim. You are not safe out here with me.”

  I clutch my sword tighter, glancing around. “Because of bad guys? I’m ready to fight.”

  “Because I am so full of need,” he grits. He reaches for me, and then curls his fingers back, sweat and strain on his face. “Go. I do not want to scare you.”

  I take a deep breath. I watched him suffer through this once, but that was days and days (and feel like a lifetime) ago. I don’t like that he’s in pain, not when I can help him. “I’m going to get you into the shower and you’re going to tell me how this happened.”

  I reach for him and he pushes my hand away, hissing. “No. I do not trust myself not to grab you—”

  “Then grab me,” I say gently. “I am your mate…and I’m not scared. But I’m going to help you with this, because I don’t like seeing you in pain, Nassakth.”

  No sooner do the words leave my lips than he grabs me by the waist and pulls me down against him. Our bodies roll on the floor and I let out a squeak as I find myself suddenly under a very big, very aroused praxiian.

  42

  KIM

  The moment Nassakth has me on my back, I tense, waiting for the familia
r panic to hit. It crawls through me, my skin prickling with awareness, but as he leans in to nuzzle my neck, the terror fades. This is my big, sweet praxiian. Even now, when he’s beside himself with the noli, his hands are gentle on me. There’s nothing to fear.

  His teeth nip at my throat, and I suck in a breath at the sensation.

  “My Kim,” he groans, his tongue dragging over my neck. “Why do you taste so keffing good?”

  “Just lucky, I guess.” I stroke my hand up and down his side. “Why don’t we go inside and get into the shower? It’ll get some of this noli pollen off of you.”

  Nassakth’s hips grind down against mine, pushing my thighs apart so he can slide his big body between my legs. He rolls his pelvis, rocking the length of him against me.

  I gasp, because not only am I not scared, but the sensation flooding through me is definitely arousal.

  “Don’t know if I can walk,” he mutters thickly, licking at the corner of my jaw before moving to my earlobe. He licks it in the most utterly lascivious way, and I feel it all through my body. “Don’t want to go anywhere. Belong right here.”

  And he thrusts his cock against my pussy.

  Another gaspy little moan escapes me and heat floods through my body. God, he feels good over me. I thought being pinned underneath him would be terrifying, but instead, I feel small and fragile and protected…and turned on at the same time.

  “Mine,” he growls thickly, and grinds against me again.

  “Nassakth,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his mane and forcing him to make eye contact. Sure enough, his eyes are glazed, his pupils blown. The noli has made him totally lose himself, and as he hitches one of my legs around his hip and thrusts against my folds, I realize he’s not going anywhere until he burns some of the edge off.

  I’m surprisingly okay with that. I lean in and kiss his strange mouth, sliding my tongue against his lips.

  He growls and then his mouth is on mine, conquering and slanted, and a deep, rolling purr starts in his body that’s so strong it vibrates through me, as well. I moan into his mouth as he moves over me, and I might as well not be wearing any panties. The damp fabric of his trou barely seems to cover his length, and I can feel every inch of him as he drags it against me. His big tunic is hitched up around my waist, and when I start to rock my hips with his, he groans.

  “My Kim,” he mutters, voice so low that I think I imagined it at first. “Mine. All mine. Shouldn’t be touching you.” The breath hitches in his throat. “Need…to…stop.”

  “Let me help you with this.” I say, sliding my arms around his neck. “If I want you to stop, we have a word for that, remember?” I lock my legs around his waist, arching into him when he thrusts against me again.

  “Slap…jack,” he manages.

  “That’s right. I haven’t said it, either.” I rake my nails up and down his back, scratching through his thick tunic. “I’m your mate. Take what you need.”

  He groans again, then reaches between us and drags the crotch of my panties aside. They’re wet, either from him or from me, but it doesn’t matter. The moment he does that, I suck in a gasp, because he slides a finger through my folds.

  “So keffing wet for me.” Nassakth buries his face against my neck again, slicking his finger up and down my pussy. “Perfect. So perfect.”

  I moan when he skates over my clit…and then quickly skates away again, rubbing through my dampness. A moment later, his still-clothed cock rubs up against me again, and then he’s working himself against me once more, rocking through my wet folds and dragging himself against me, over and over. His movements become quick and erratic, and within moments, he comes, a fresh wave of wet heat seeping through the fabric of his trou and against my skin.

  Nassakth settles against me, breathing hard, and is silent.

  Me, I’m practically squirming with unfulfilled arousal at this point. I know it’s not about me right now. I know he’s not in his right mind…but damn. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to get off so badly.

  His relief doesn’t last very long, though. It can’t be more than a minute before his hips jerk against mine again, and I remember that I want to take him inside, to get some of this noli off of him so he won’t be as tortured.

  “Can you walk now?” I ask him, sliding my hands up and down his big body. “Just to the shower?”

  Nassakth growls low in his throat and kisses me, hot and full of promise. “You wish to touch like we did the other day? To explore each other under the water?”

  “Actually, I want to clean this noli off of you. But I can tell that’s not really factoring into your mind, is it?” When he begins to drag his cock against me again, I bite back a moan of my own and wriggle underneath him. If I don’t do something, we’re going to be here all night. “Slapjack. Slapjack.”

  Nassakth immediately goes still. He rolls off of me, and the dazed look in his eyes turns to one of confused chagrin. “Did I…am I scaring you?”

  I get to my feet, flustered and aroused. My knees feel weak and my pulse feels as if it’s going to leap right out of my body. “We need to go inside, Nassakth. Please.” When his eyes narrow, I reach out and caress his lightly furred jaw. “You think I want to stop now? Hardly. But there are more comfortable places to do this, and I know you’ll be more comfortable if you get that pollen off of you…”

  The words die in my throat because the moment my praxiian hears I’m still on board, he scoops me into his arms and carries me out of the barn, toward the house.

  Well…that’s one way to get what I want.

  Nassakth holds me in his arms like my weight is nothing, and we make it to the bathroom incredibly fast for a guy all hopped up on noli. He doesn’t want to set me down, just gets into the shower box and begins to nuzzle at my skin.

  “I will get the cuffs,” he tells me, though he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. He’s too busy nipping along my jaw and teasing his way toward my ear.

  “No cuffs,” I breathe. “I trust you.”

  His groan is so deep that it makes me quiver. “Are you sure, Kim?”

  I think of how quickly he stopped when I said the safe word, and I’m confident in his reaction if I get overwhelmed again. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him towards me for a kiss. “Very sure.”

  43

  KIM

  No cuffs. The moment I speak the words, I’m unafraid. This is Nassakth, and I trust him. Of course there will be no cuffs between us. He’s proved himself a dozen times over in the short time that I’ve known him. He’s hurting and needy and there’s nothing I want more than to make him feel better.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t utterly exhilarated myself. I’m wet and aching and I want more, too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our time in the shower, when I made him come and then shamelessly rubbed myself all over his leg until I came, too. It should have been a weird moment, and instead, it felt good and right and made me so…happy.

  I don’t know why he was rolling around in noli in the middle of the night, but I know what needs to be done to help him, and so I gently slide out of his arms. I turn the water on and steer him under the stream. “Let’s get you cleaned off.”

  Nassakth grunts something unintelligible and pulls me in against him. “Want to bury my mouth in that sweet cunt of yours, Kim.” His voice is husky and low, aching with need. “I want to lick you until you’re screaming and my ears are trapped between your thighs. I want you to come on my face, until you’re juicy and ripe, and then I’m going to kef you so hard that your toes will never uncurl.”

  I gasp, clinging to him, because oh, that is a filthy visual, and I want it more than anything. He doesn’t have to touch me to make my toes permanently curl, because hearing him say that has already made that happen. “Nassakth,” I manage to choke out. “This isn’t about me right now. Let’s get this pollen off of you—”

  “I could lift you to my mouth right now, Kim,” he croons at me, still incredibly noli drunk as I tug
on his tunic. “You weigh nothing in my arms. I could lift you in my arms right here and slide your thighs over my shoulder and just have you ride my face until you bathe it with your sweetness.”

  Dear lord. I think of how he tugged my panties aside and dragged his enormous length through my folds, and how good that felt. Riding his face right now seems like such a good idea that I wonder if noli has some sort of effect on humans, too. “You need to help me get you undressed. Please.”

  He reaches up and casually tears his tunic off, shredding the material so it falls onto the tile floor at his feet. And he looks at me the whole time he does it, which just makes my entire body hot and achy with need.

  Focus, Kim.

  “Okay,” I say brightly. “Now your pants.”

  Nassakth rubs his knuckles along the curve of my jaw. “Will you do it for me?”

  His intense gaze is making me all squirmy and hot (and incredibly distracted), so I nod, my hands on his belt. I unbuckle things and pull fastenings loose, and as I work, I can’t help but notice just how enormous he is, straining against the fabric. He’s making my mouth water and my body ache deep inside. When I tug his trou down, I have to move slowly because they’re wet and stuck to his skin, and it’s like the slow unfurling of a very large, very prominent birthday present. He thrusts free the moment the fabric slides to his hips, so big and engorged that I can’t resist pressing a kiss to the side of his cock as I work his trou down his legs.

  Nassakth groans and his hand goes to my hair, holding me against him. “Kiiiim.”

  Even though I want to do more, I force myself to ignore him, pulling his trou down to his boots. “You need to get undressed,” I tell him as I stand. “I can’t take your boots off.”

  He puts his hands on my shoulders, tugging me against him, and nuzzles at the base of my throat. “Will you get naked with me?”