Chapter 16
MITCHELL
His friends were great. It wasn’t their fault at all that I was eager to see them leave.
In hindsight, we should have had them over sometime next week.
Oops. Thankfully they did not seem to notice my fidgeting.
Well, if they did, they probably thought it was over having Jolar’s friends over for the first time and serving them food I’d cooked.
It wasn’t anything fancy, just spaghetti with some sauce Xeranos told me how to make using the replicator. Talk about living the Star Trek dream!
Once they left, Jolar and I cleared up together and headed straight to bed. Climbing in, I told him, “I wanted to wait until we were alone to tell you this, but my meeting went pretty well, I think.”
Jolar pulled me into his arms. “It did?”
“Mmhmm. I had my options explained to me, and we decided given my dyslexia and the fact we will be living here among the Mylos, even if you later transfer out from the Fleet, that one-on-one mentorship and personalized training for me to become a level one medic would be the ideal first step. I have to talk to Dr. Proslo about it, and they said he’ll be in touch with me sometime in the next week or so. ”
He beamed, kissing my temple. “I knew it would go well. I am so proud of you!”
“I think it’s worth a reward, don’t you?” I stroked the scales along one side of his neck. “All this beautiful plumage has allowed you to entice your mate into asking for you to show him what you’ve got.”
He growled, sending shivers of excitement down my spine.
I watched as he released me and slid down under the covers, pushing my knees up and apart.
What was he up to? I had my answer moments later as I felt his tongue lick me from under my balls to the top of my crack before he dove in and began feasting on my hole.
“Oh, God!” I shouted, my hands fisting the covers.
No one had ever done that to me before, and holy hell, the feeling: it was indescribable.
To say it felt divine was far too paltry a description.
Soon, his tongue pierced my opening and he began to tongue fuck me.
One finger, then another joined it. I was reduced to a babbling mess, and I did not fucking care.
I just didn’t want him to ever stop, though he did, but only long enough to fling the covers off and reach for the lube.
I pulled my knees up, resting my ankles on his shoulders as he lined himself up.
Our eyes met, and I nodded as the head of his beautiful cock met my hole.
He stilled, waiting for my permission to continue.
He thrust in a tiny bit, then eased out, then back in a bit deeper.
He kept doing that until he was all the way in, and I was grateful because, holy jeebus, he felt much bigger than I’d thought, and I’d known he was proportional.
“Don’t stop,” I told him, and he gave me a filthy grin as he shifted position as he pulled out and thrust back in. My back bowed as I saw stars. Hello prostate, our good friend…
“Look at you,” he said, his voice taking on an animalistic edge. “Turning all rosy for me as I fuck this tight ass.”
“Yes,” I panted. “All for you!” I reached down to grab my dick and started tugging on it.
“All flushed and sweaty, that gorgeous fiery hair shining bright against our bedding,” he said, punching his hips forward once more.
He sped up, and I changed the tempo of my hand to match the timing of his thrusts while also moving my hips to follow him.
I did not want his dick out of my ass. It felt far too good.
Those tiny, soft scales rubbed my walls in all the right ways.
He grabbed my hips. “Love this body. Something sweet to hold onto and lovely to cuddle against.”
My heart sang. He loved my fluff! My hand sped up.
“Yes, please, more!” I begged him.
He began to move even faster, his movements sharp, quick, and more erratic, then he opened his mouth wide, and I knew what was coming next.
He was going to bite me, showing his scaly side that it had ownership of my heart and body.
He struck the juncture of my left shoulder and holy fuck!
It hurt but at the same time, it felt so fucking good.
I came, my jizz painting my hand and our bodies.
He lifted his face, licking my neck before uttering a beastly roar.
I could feel the heat of his seed filling me, and then it happened.
I felt a connection seem to slide into place, and I knew without a doubt that my heart had finished accepting him.
Was it love? It was sprouting, the seed having been nurtured as we laughed and played together as a couple and as a family.
The coming days, weeks, and months would see it continue to grow, and when it finally bloomed, we’d have that wedding.
I knew it with a certainty that I would have laughed at mere days ago if you’d told me this would happen.
Jolar groaned and rolled to the side, taking his magic dick with him.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll get us a cloth,” he said, stretching out beside me wearing a satiated look.
Neither of us was surprised when in the morning, we both still needed a shower to wash the dried cum off.
Separately, unfortunately, as we slept in later than planned and our son was on his way home for our planned day at the park.
Our son…that still felt like a wonderful dream of its own. A beautiful, wonderful dream.