Chapter 19 #2
He hadn’t called her that yet, but Holly knew what it meant.
In ancient domini, it translated as ‘nest maker’.
It was a title for the more submissive person of a couple and was basically the equivalent of calling someone a wife.
Except the domini mated for life and when they went through the ceremony of claiming a mate, it was biologically forever.
Something switched in their brains, and they became incapable of even feeling desire for other beings, much less actually becoming aroused.
They became attached only to their mate and no other.
Divorce was not a concept among the domini any more than birth control.
The adassi’s partner was their domin – the ‘den protector’.
The more dominant partner. Determined by actual combat before the couple mated.
A fight between her and Romival would be absolutely performative because there was no way she could even pretend that she could beat him.
Which meant he would drag her away to his den, like a caveman, she would make a nest out of their bed, and then, on that nest, they would fuck.
She didn’t know the specifics exactly, but she remembered being told the general details when she had been there for the first part of Peony’s claiming.
She had thought it weird, but it was a required part of the domini mating process.
Like a bird dancing to attract a mate, it was something they did instinctively, and they couldn’t ignore or resist the urge.
“I-I’m not your adassi yet…” She finally managed to mumble. And only too late realized she said ‘yet’ when his grin widened further.
“I liked seeing you angry today, vi Vakara.”
“Er, that’s your thing?”
He chuckled, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “You turned a beautiful shade of red. Much deeper than you usually get. Is that a normal human reaction?”
“I mean, yeah, lots of people get red when they’re angry.” Her eyes followed his finger out of the corner of her eye as he traced nonsense shapes on the soft skin.
“So fascinating. What is it about anger that causes your vasculature to dilate and what purpose does such a reflex serve?”
She was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question, and she didn’t have any answer anyway, so she said nothing.
He was apparently content with her non-answer though as he slid his hand back through her hair then down, gripping her neck so he could direct her, pulling her up so he could claim a slow, curious kiss.
His movements were exacting, almost experimental, like it was their first kiss, and he was just learning her mouth.
And nothing made Romival focus like when he was learning something.
Holly trembled as she clutched his forearms, feeling like she was dangling off him, her legs already shaking from the effort it took to stay up on her toes.
But she liked the way Romival moved her to where he wanted.
It took out the guess work, and therefore the anxiety, about wondering if she was standing in a weird way or making him reach for her in an awkward manner.
And there was something immeasurably sexy about feeling so at his control.
And she knew when she reached the point she couldn’t take anymore, when her knees were too weak, when the kiss was too much, when her limit was pushed as far as it could go-
Romival scooped her up and clutched her to his chest, just as she was about to collapse. He chuckled as he walked forward, but he didn’t actually break the kiss. He kept her up with one arm around her waist, the other still controlling her neck, as he kissed her stupid.
Holly was almost dizzy from the excitement of it so, when he laid her down on her bed, for a moment, she thought the room was just spinning.
Romival broke the kiss then, standing over her, between her legs that were dangling over the side, his hands rubbing along her thighs.
“What did you think when you heard me claim you as my adassi?” His voice rumbled with his deep, sexy growl, making her tremble.
She realized that his stroking on her thighs was serving the dual purpose of also slowly, purposefully, pulling her skirt up. The cool air hitting her newly bared legs was somehow at once too much sensation and not nearly enough.
“You didn’t claim me as your adassi though,” she panted.
He smirked at her non-answer. “But I’m going to. I’ve bought plenty of cushions and blankets and furs for you to arrange however you want on my bed.”
Holly was shaking now. Unsure what to say. Every answer possible – yes, no, wait, please – all trying and failing to push past each other and thus none of them emerging.
“I see the fear in your eyes, vi Vakara,” he whispered, leaning over her on one hand, the other reaching up to unseal his robes. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No…”
“You don’t sound so sure.” His robe fell open, baring his chest to her. One shoulder slipped down and there was no reason for that to be so sexy. He reached back to free his hair as well.
Holly couldn’t take her eyes off his hand as it moved. Fixated on it, her mouth dry, her pussy clenching with need. She couldn’t help but think of the last time he had her like this. His lips around her clit, his fingers inside her. Was it selfish to want it again?
It definitely was. She should reciprocate this time. She should-
Holy fuck, his hair was loose now, falling over his shoulders, cocooning her in a tiny, pink world with him at the center. Long hair, loose robes, glistening fangs, three, glowing blue eyes – she felt more than ever like she was at the mercy of a sexy wizard.
“What are you afraid of?” He asked in that amazing, growly voice of his.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, shaking underneath him. Was she even afraid? Or was she nervous? Or was she so excited that the feeling was overwhelming her circuits and she couldn’t handle the rush of it?
“Are you afraid I’ll hurt you when I fuck you?” He reached down and pressed the seal on her dress, right on the back of her neck. “Are you scared of my knot?”
“No,” she answered, surprised to find that it was true. His alien anatomy was odd and, well, alien, but it wasn’t frightening. Some part of her was even excited to find out what the pressure of his knot would feel like swelling inside her.
He smirked as he took hold of the dress and pulled it down, off her arms, down to her waist, baring her breasts to his hungry eyes. He looked amused and charmed. He poked at the stiffened peak of her nipple, grinning when it jerked right back into place.
He was fascinated by her body. She knew – because she knew Tilii, the female domini that looked after them – that it wasn’t so different from a domini female.
At least, they had the same general shape.
But Romival stared at her like he had never seen a female’s body before.
His attention was almost like its own caress over her skin as he gently massaged her breast, admiring the give of the soft flesh.
“Are you afraid of your feelings for me?”
“No,” she said, a bit more confidently this time.
As weird as she had initially found the idea of Peony jumping an alien’s bones, she didn’t anymore.
Maybe it was because she felt safer and she had known Romival longer than Peony knew Atem.
Maybe it was because they spoke the same language though Peony and Atem did not when they first started messing around.
Or maybe it was just that she was used to the domini now after being surrounded by them for so long.
Whatever the reason, the oddness of the coupling had faded under the force of her desire.
He began to pinch and squeeze her nipple, staring as the bud tightened further and she moaned softly, her body quivering with need. But he was in full scholar mode, and he wasn’t thinking about her pleasure, just his learning.
And somehow, that made it even better. She wanted nothing more than to bare herself while he examined her body. Like the old-fashioned alien probing scenarios, but for a cheesy porno. She wanted that with a surprising fierceness.
Did he have a white coat? Or a table with manacles to keep her strapped down? Maybe he could speak to her in ancient Domtri the whole time so she couldn’t understand.
No, she definitely wasn’t afraid of a relationship with an alien anymore.
“Are you afraid that I will impregnate you?”
Holly gasped softly, her body tensing.
“Ah. There it is.” He leaned down and gave her other nipple a long, slow, deliberate lick. The roughness of his tongue made her whimper. “You are afraid of me breeding you. What about that scares you?”
“I... I don’t know,” she couldn’t keep her hands to herself.
She had to grab him, one hand clutching his arm as the other slid into his hair, grasping his scalp, as he helped himself to her breasts.
Licking and sucking and nipping at his pleasure.
No doubt, he was leaving more hickeys. The others still hadn’t fully faded yet.
She was going to look like a dalmatian soon.
At the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care as he suckled her nipples so hard it bordered on pain.
She wanted his touch lower, her pelvis bucking up against his abdomen, her knees tightening around his hips, but he only let her hump him without giving her anything in return. The teasing was incredible torture.
“Do you not want pups?” He asked, nuzzling the side of her breast.
“No, I do. I-I told you, I do.” His hair was trailing over her body as he kissed down under the swell of her breasts, sucking at the tender skin.
“Ah, then, do you not want my pups?’
“I… I just…”
“It’s my pups then.” He raised his head, looking her in the eyes. “What about me makes you not want to breed with me?”
“That is not…” She shook her head quickly, trying to gather herself. “We’re not dogs. We’re not trying to reproduce for specific traits here. And you’re perfect anyway.”
He smirked and her heart skipped a beat. A sexy, smug wizard.
“You think I’m perfect?”