Chapter 30
Havali
His female was saddened, and that knowledge ate at Havali like a parasite in his gut. But there was nothing he could do for her.
Maybe a few minds would be changed tonight, but he didn't know if it would be enough. The vote was already too close, and they wouldn’t know for sure what was going to happen until it was done.
But they had done their best. Alanna and Atem remained behind to keep making their case. Tuvo was doing his best as well. The minds that could be changed already had been. Those who hadn’t already made their preference known wouldn’t likely declare themselves now.
There was nothing more they could do. They might as well try to enjoy themselves.
There wouldn’t be much relaxation tonight.
The ride back was harmless, filled with inane conversation and admiration for the artificial stars along the night shields.
But underneath the simple conversation was a tension that only got tighter the closer they came to the compound.
Havali sat back in his seat, watching with no small amount of pleasure as Scarlet shifted and squirmed across from him.
He liked seeing her affected by him. Her discomfort, her inability to sit still, was proof of her arousal.
He wanted more. He wanted her needy and desperate. He wanted to hear her begging for his cock and knot and seed and fangs.
But he wasn’t going to pressure her. They reached the compound and he turned, waiting to see what she would choose to do.
She hesitated only a moment before saying, “I haven’t had a chance to see your room yet. Mind showing me around?”
Havali smirked and gestured for her to follow.
His room wasn’t all that different from hers.
It wasn’t attached to a clinic, of course, but it was otherwise similar in layout and design.
He had a common room that connected to a bedroom, a closet, and a privy mirroring hers.
His desk was laden with more materials than hers.
The décor was impersonal, but it was comfortably lived in now after so long staying here.
“You’ve got a view of the tree,” she said, looking out of his window, very deliberately not glancing at his precisely made bed.
It was very utilitarian. A single cushion. A simple, plain blanket. Havali had never possessed any instincts to build a nest and, in fact, usually didn’t care where or how he fell asleep. He wondered how Scarlet preferred her bed to be.
Instead of asking that, he joined her at the window and admired the large tree that so resembled the monolithic goliaths from Turv.
“We’re on opposite sides of the halls. You must get a better view of the grounds.”
She hummed in agreement.
“Scarlet?”
She hummed again.
“Are you nervous?”
Once more, a bit higher pitched this time.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why are you nervous?”
“It’s been a while,” she admitted, turning to him with a grimace. “I kind of swore off men after all that stuff Tony put me through.”
“Ah, how fortunate.”
“Fortunate?”
He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “I am not a man, so you need not worry about breaking your oath.”
Clearly unprepared for that response, she threw her head back and laughed, breaking the tension that had settled over her, just as he hoped.
He might enjoy her discomfort, but only when it came from one specific place. He didn’t actually want her to be uncomfortable with him.
“Do humans have any special considerations I need to be aware of?” He asked, gently rocking them as though they were dancing to music.
Scarlet thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No. It’s pretty much the same for your people as mine. There are just a few extra parts.”
“Such as?”
“Well, the knot, for one,” she mumbled as though it were embarrassing. “And my clit, for another.”
“What is a clit?”
“Erm, it’s like…” She blew out a quick breath before her nervous voice suddenly became firm and professional as she gave him a quick anatomy lesson.
“The clitoris is part of the human female reproductive tract, the outer portion of which can be seen just above the vagina. It’s very highly innervated and directly connected to feelings of pleasure that lead to orgasm. ”
Havali moaned, rocking their hips together. “Ah, Healer. I love it when you talk like that.”
Her face burned nearly as vibrant as her beautiful hair. “Literally no part of that was sexy.”
“I disagree.”
“The word ‘vagina’ is not sexy.”
He chuckled, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You can call your pretty cunt whatever you like. It will not make me want to lick it any less.”
She sputtered in his arms, making him chuckle as he sweetly kissed her cheek. He wanted her to keep being all prim and proper. It would make the moment she was broken and begging that much sweeter for knowing how far she had fallen.
“Come,” he ordered, pulling on her arms.
Her eyes darted to the bed and back to him, but he didn’t take her there. Instead, he stopped her in the middle of the room and stood back.
“Still nervous, Healer?”
She shifted her weight, trying again to compose herself. “It’s just sex, Havali. I’ve had sex before. I’m not some shy virgin.”
“Of course not,” he agreed magnanimously. “I’m nervous though.”
She stared at him in disbelief, and it took everything he had not to laugh.
“Oh, so nervous,” he assured her, purring low with excitement. “Since you’re so confident, you won’t mind if I make myself comfortable, right?”
“No,” she agreed, drawing out the word, looking at him suspiciously.
“Good. Now, just stand there. Stay perfectly still. Let me make myself… comfortable.”
Scarlet gave him an odd look. Especially as he slowly began to circle her. She tried to turn her head in an attempt to follow, but he stopped her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Still. Don’t move without my permission. You’ll make me nervous.”
She shivered at the sound of his voice, his growl. He smirked as he continued until he stood at her back, fiercely pleased that, as commanded, she kept her eyes forward.
“Arms down,” he said.
Her obedience came slowly, but she did eventually let them drop. His poor, misused female. Not accustomed to taking orders. Uneasy when she couldn’t keep him in her sight. But she had done as she was told, and that deserved a reward.
“Good female,” he praised, his tail curling around her leg under her dress. His claws sank into her hair, and he held tight, pulling her head back and angling it so he could press his lips against her neck. “I’m feeling so much more comfortable already.”
She chuckled, but the sound was thready and breathless. “Such a liar.”
He gasped in quiet, mock outrage. Doubting him? Sassing him? That deserved punishment.
His fangs ached with longing as he pressed their points against her neck, right where he had just sweetly kissed her a moment before. She gasped but remained still as he slowly scraped them down – not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to cause a hint of pain.
While she was focused on that, he used his free hand to get his claws under the hem of her dress and, before she realized what he was doing, shredded it from her body.
She started in surprise, a sound of dismay and surprise bursting from her lips as the expensive, beautiful fabric fluttered to the ground and pooled around her feet leaving her clad in only her undergarments – the panties she wouldn’t let him see her buy, the breast binding that she had to order from maternity stores since humans had much larger breasts than non-nursing domini, and the crystal encrusted shoes that adorned her little feet.
He might let her keep those on, but the two pieces of fabric quickly joined the dress on the floor as he kept her still with his fangs at her neck. She whimpered, twitching, but remained still.
“Good female,” he praised again, kissing her once more.
“I am not a dog,” she mumbled. He didn’t know the reference, but he understood the meaning. She was resisting him. Though, not very convincingly.
Havali retracted his claws as he reached between her legs. Not to touch her slit, but to trace the softness of her inner thighs.
And the wetness already dampening them.
He smirked, pleased. No sound passed her lips as he ran his finger up and down her thighs, getting closer and closer but not quite touching her dripping little cunt. She shook and trembled against him as her breath stuttered between her parted lips.
“You’re really making me nervous now,” he growled in her ear as his other hand cupped her breast and gently massaged the weight.
So heavy and full. He wanted to nurse at the peaks and see if they could produce milk for him.
It mattered not if they didn’t. They would once he filled her womb, and he could taste her then.
For now, he kept tormenting her. “So, so nervous…”
“I didn’t do anything,” she panted, hips shaking as she tried to rock down against his fingers.
He pulled them back, denying her with a chuckle. “Oh, but you did. Look at the way you tease me. Your pretty nipples are so hard. Your cunt is so wet. Your skin is so warm. Your hips are moving on their own. How could I not be nervous when faced with such things?”
“Liar,” she gasped, reaching backwards and grabbing his hips.
“Ah. You moved. So scary,” he grinned wickedly as he released her and stepped back.
Clearly confused, she turned-
-only to have him shove her backwards onto the bed. She bounced against it, her breasts rocking from the motion as her legs reflexively closed.
Growling, Havali caught her ankles in the air and spread them, opening her thighs to his gaze as he jerked her towards the edge of the bed.
Her fingers grabbed onto the blanket, her hair, loosened from its bindings, was spreading across the bed.
The blood-colored strands splaying across what would be her nest once he claimed her.
“Now, what should I do?” He asked, stepping between her legs, resting her calves on his hips as his claws trailed gently up her thighs. “You’ve made me so uncomfortable.”