31. Bikar
BIKAR
“Can I watch?”
Her scent and body language indicate genuine interest and curiosity. To say I am stunned is an understatement.
Elated, I start to unfasten my trousers but hesitate for a tic as something occurs to me. “Bambi, I am not human. My pivvy will not be what you are accustomed to seeing.”
“I’ve never seen a naked human man. There were extremely strict rules about nudity where I grew up, and the men that…
did the things they did, remained in full ritualistic clothing the entire time.
” Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, she tries to play off her slight embarrassment over the topic.
“I’ve read about sex in romance books, but I’ve never seen anything in real life.
What I’m trying to get out is… I have no basis of comparison.
Yours is going to be the first I’ve ever seen. ”
Frack, no pressure, Bikar.
Taken aback by her quietly spoken words, I have to force some levity into my voice. “Well, allow me to remedy your ignorance.”
Making a show of it, I shimmy my hips playfully and release the closure on my trousers, silently cursing as the material drags across my overly sensitive pivvy. Shoving them down, I stand in front of my mate partially nude.
Sending a quick command, I lock the door to the medbay, ensuring our privacy. I will not have some fracker interrupt the first sexual experience my mate has initiated and ruin this for us.
Glancing down, I try to examine myself from her point of view—as if I were a human female seeing male Ruk anatomy for the first time.
According to my research, I am on the exceptionally large end of phallic sizes for humans, though I am slightly below average for a Ruk.
This is actually fortuitous, since my human mate is much smaller than the rest of her friends.
I have been worried if it will… fit her.
Resuming my perusal, I note it is a shade or two darker than my skin, and fully extruded from my partial slit.
My stones hang heavily outside my body, while my pivvy rests partially within my groin unless I am aroused or relieving myself.
It is not a true reptilian slit like Murgul possesses.
It’s more of a combination of Rukuhk external genitalia and the primordial DNA we were spliced with.
My body is the in-between version of a full-blooded Ruk and the hybrid species they wanted. Murgul is their success.
Not that I’ll ever let Murgul know I hacked his medical records along with the rest of my brothers’.
My pivvy’s head is flared, and the shaft textured with ribbed cartilage on either side, extending with a slight upward curve. Ironically, my matting collar extends down my belly, frames my partial-slit, and spirals up my pivvy.
But even with all that, it is not really too much different than a human phallus.
Bambi’s eyes look like they might pop out of her head when I glance back up.
I hasten to reassure her as I tuck myself back in my trousers.
“Little doe, there is no reason for your alarm. I am not asking you to do anything, nor are you obligated to perform any sexual acts with me. I thought I made that clear with my earlier revelation.”
Her scent shifts and a hint of nervousness bleeds through the curiosity. “No, I know that. It’s just a little… intimidating, that’s all. That’s supposed to fit inside me?”
Incredulous does not even begin to cover how she sounds. “If you ever wish to engage in sexual relations with me, you do not need to worry. Ruk saliva has a compound in it that allows female tissue to stretch, so you would be thoroughly prepared before any penetration were to occur.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Gesturing at my hardness, she shakes her head in bemusement. “It’s hard for me to imagine that being the first thing I try to fit inside me.”
By the time she finishes, her face is redder than I have ever seen it.
Then her words truly sink in.
Frack! How could I forget she has never had a male before?
Need is beating at me, and I know my erection is not going away unless I do something about it. “If you still wish to watch, you are welcome to… but I am in dire need of release.”
When she doesn’t move from her perch on the medbed, I take a step closer, standing between her spread legs and bracing an arm on either side of her little body.
Leaning in, I nuzzle our noses together, and her breath quickens.
Straightening, I spit into my right hand before using it to lube my aching flesh.
Bambi squeaks when I bury my nose in her hair, but she does not push me away. Instead, she cuddles me closer while tipping her head down to see what I am doing. Inhaling her natural scent with hints of arousal makes me groan and pump my fist faster. I am not going to last long at this rate.
Tingling in the small of my back announces my impending release. Gripping myself tighter, I pump faster as my hips twitch and grind into the bed.
When I flick my wings out and around Bambi, she yelps in surprise. “Apologies, instinct is telling me to clutch you close and hide you from sight.”
Linking my wingclaws, I trap her to me. My dorsal spines rattle, and my seed erupts from the end of my pivvy. “Frack, Bambi!”
Grunting, I pump myself a few more times, shuddering through each eruption until I am so overstimulated I have to stop.
Dropping my forehead to her shoulder, I tuck my face into the crook of her neck, angling my horns away, resting there for a tic until my breathing slows.
Lifting my head, I brace myself for what I might see on her face.
Her expression is creased with a small frown, and her gaze is locked on my spend where it liberally coats her front. I wince in apprehension as she stares.
Opening my mouth, I start to say… something, anything, when she beats me to it.
“Is it always so messy?”