CHAPTER 62
I shouldn’t have been surprised to discover that Dakleth was insatiable. He made love to me three times yesterday, then ate me out again for a final orgasm to help “put the human to sleep.”
I slept in his arms, better than I had in years - even before I came to Ptekennan. I woke up, enveloped by his right wing and his arms, bond quietly humming in my chest, and I felt peaceful. Warm. Safe. Content.
I slipped out of bed and glanced at him, sleeping peacefully.
He was a gorgeous male. I smiled and pulled on a tunic and leggings.
I started the Oonog and went outside to feed the ovinas.
When I returned, he was still asleep, so I got started on breakfast. The door panel chimed, and I froze.
It was Camavel for her usual morning visit.
I looked at the bedroom and back at the door. I wasn’t sure what to do. She knew I was home, but I doubt she knew the Prince was here. Oh well, she’d find out soon enough, I guess. I opened the door and greeted her. I invited her into the receiving room for a cup of Oonog.
As I went to fetch it, Dakleth came out of the bedroom, naked as a jaybird, with his erect cock out of its sheath. “Skirt!” I squeaked at him.
Camavel made a show of eyeing him up and down, and he smugly withstood her inspection.
I supposed when you had the body of an Adonis and a cock the size of an anaconda, you didn’t care if people saw you naked.
He held his arms out, palms up, wings flexed, and turned slowly so she could get a view of his ass.
I wanted to melt into the floor. “Go put some clothes on!” I hissed.
He walked slowly over to me, bent to kiss my lips, and then sauntered back to the bedroom.
“I’m so sorry!” I apologized to Camavel as I brought her Oonag. “He’s an arrogant ass sometimes.”
“He has reason to be arrogant,” Camavel smirked. “He is a fine-looking male.”
I cleared my throat. “Um, yes, I suppose.” I blushed furiously.
“I will not ask what happened. I think I can guess,” she drawled, as she took a sip. Dramatically.
“Yes, well. Um. Yes,” I managed. Ugh, this was uncomfortable. It was like being caught making out behind the bushes by your grandmother.
Dakleth came back out wearing last night’s skirt.
If he had any qualms about doing the walk of shame, he didn’t show it.
“Good morning, mate,” he purred as he pulled me into his arms and gave me a resounding kiss.
“I have to go, otherwise I would ask for another round.” I squeaked.
Lord, the man had no shame. “I will be back this evening, love,” he said, voice pitched low in my ear.
There was no question what he was suggesting.
He gave a respectful nod to Camavel, and she inclined hers in return. “Madam,” he said, and then sauntered out the door, not a care in the world. As soon as the door closed, Camavel erupted in peals of laughter.
“You should see your face!” she wheezed.
I closed my eyes as my face heated even more.
“There is no shame in good sex, Andie,” Camavel said. “I do not know why you seem upset by this. Was he not a good lover?”
“Um, no complaints,” was all I could manage.
“With a cock like that, I can imagine,” she said. I choked at that. If I had been drinking tea, I would have spit it out.
“I do have questions,” she said.
“I’m not sure if I’ll be comfortable answering them,” I muttered.
“Be that as it may. He touched you and embraced you. Why is that? And why did he press his lips to yours? He did that twice. Is that a human thing? It looked uncomfortable,” she peered at me earnestly.
Being the ambassador of all things human was sometimes really embarrassing.