Chapter 15 #2
Turning his back on him, dismissing him as nothing, Tuvo once again picked Hattie up out of the chair. He turned with her and walked out of the plane and took her to a nearby tree. There, he transferred her to his back and began to climb.
Just like a domini taking away his claimed female.
Hattie, stunned, just held on, not speaking until he brought them to the lowest branches – still multiple stories off the ground.
He let Hattie off onto the thick branch before climbing behind her. He put his back to the bark and brought her to his chest.
“Stupid male,” he growled into her ear, clutching her close. “He’s lucky he’s so weak or I would beat him into submission.”
Hattie smiled. That was a high insult on domini – accusing an opponent of being too weak to honorably fight.
“Thank you, Tuvo.”
“Don’t thank me for that. He deserved worse.”
“He deserves nothing from me,” she said, surprised by the power of the words. By just how right and strong they felt settling into her chest.
Tuvo grumbled something that could have been an agreement. His anger on her behalf made her smile and warmed her inside.
“Thank you, though. Really. It means a lot that you’d defend me over that. Especially since I know you kind of agree with him.”
“What?!” The word left him like a gunshot, and he stared at her, eyes wide in horror. “Why would you… You think I agree with that male?”
“Well, I mean,” she shifted uncomfortably between his legs. “You said as much.”
“When?!”
“It’s okay,” she hastened to assure him, sitting up so she could look back at him. “I know you didn’t mean it the way he did. I mean, it hurt hearing it at first, but I get it now. I really do.”
“Hattie, when did I ever…” His voice trailed off as realization came over him. “Wait, you mean… Back on Turv…?”
She smiled, petting his arm. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you were just expressing a preference. It wasn’t an insult like when Keith says it.”
“Hattie, no-”
“It’s fine, Tuvo. Really. You don’t have to justify it to me.”
“Hattie-”
“You don’t have to feel bad-”
“Will you shut up and listen to me, female!” He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her just a bit. “I am trying to tell you that’s not what I said!”
Startled, she blinked at him. He had never handled her roughly like that.
She didn’t dislike it, but it was surprising.
“Hattie, what did I say that day? What did you hear?” His voice was strained, his gaze beseeching, trying desperately to communicate something to her.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me because I was too fat. And it’s fine-”
“That is not what I said! I said I could not bring myself to touch you because of your size. Because of how soft you are.”
“Yeah. Fat.”
“No. Hattie. Look at me!” He released her shoulders to gesture to himself. To his perfect, sculpted, Adonis body.
That was at least twice as big as her – if not more.
Startled, she tried and failed twice to say something. Because, no, he couldn’t seriously have meant she was too small for him. There was no way…
Tuvo cocked his head at her silence. Starting at her intently. Impressing on her the true meaning of his words. Because he wasn’t human. He didn’t think like a human.
And he was huge.
“You mean… You think I’m too… little?” She repeated in a soft voice. Almost unwilling to believe that’s what he meant.
Because if that’s what he meant, then…
Then…
“Hattie, you’re tiny compared to me,” he said, taking her hand and holding it to demonstrate. Her fingers reached past his palm, just barely. One of his fingers was about the size of two of hers together.
Hattie was so used to being considered big, she forgot to mentally adjust the scale when it came to the much bigger domini. Even the average male was bigger than her, and Tuvo was far bigger than average.
He had said size. He hadn’t meant her waistline; he had meant her. She was the wrong size for him. Too small to fit together correctly.
And the very idea made her laugh as she clutched onto his big hand with both of hers. Bringing it close and beaming at him.
Because he hadn’t been dismissing her. He hadn’t been rejecting her.
The big lug had been protecting her.
It was like a barrier between them suddenly shattered just like that.
She turned so she was sitting side saddle on the branch. He made a noise of protest, grabbing her waist with both hands.
Because he was constantly protecting her.
From the crash, from Keith, from the , from himself.
Hattie laid herself across his chest, grabbed him by the face, and pulled him down for an eager kiss.
One he returned just as enthusiastically.
The other night in bed hadn’t been a fluke. It hadn’t been him half asleep and unaware of what he was doing. Well, it had been, but not in that way. It was his inhibitions being gone and his desire for her overriding his silly, protective urges.
That realization made her bold. Made her brave. Her hand trailed down his chest, eager to see just how big of a boy he was.
Tuvo caught her wrist, stopping her just as her palm brushed past the hem of his pants, before she could reach her destination.
“Do not,” he said. But it sounded less like a command and more like a plea.
Big, strong, tough Tuvo was putty in her hands.
“Let me see,” she begged, sounding less like a plea and more like a command.
“Hattie, I can’t. You’re too small.”
“How do you know? Have you seen me naked?”
“I don’t have to. I know what they say about humans. About how tight your cunts are. I would destroy you, and that would destroy me.”
“You’re so sweet.” She kissed along his stubborn lips, chuckling at how weakly obstinate he was. “I asked you to trust me. Remember?”
He growled, his determination flagging as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Pressing them against him. Running her tongue along the seam of his lips.
“So, trust me,” she ordered, guiding her hand down further.
He didn’t release his hold on her wrist, but he also didn’t try to stop her.
Beaming into the kiss, Hattie finally ran her hand over the prize she had been seeking since she had laid eyes on her big mountain of a male.
And oh…
Shocked, Hattie pulled back, staring down at his lap.
There definitely was an anaconda in the jungle, and it wasn’t a reptile.
Laughing weakly at the insane joke, she stroked him through the rough fabric of his jeans. He growled, head falling back, as his grip tightened on her waist.
He was huge.
Not big. Not large.
Intimidating.
Hattie’s mouth watered as she imagined that thing bruising her cervix. A guy like Tuvo would break her back trying to fit that monster into her. And that wasn’t even getting to his knot. Oh, all things sweet and holy, he had a knot too. How big was that?
She wanted it. She wanted all of it. Even if it hurt.
Especially if it hurt.
Giggling eagerly, Hattie reached for his button-
-only to find both her wrists caught and jerked over her head. Tuvo had her stretched out in front of him and his gaze was threatening. In the best way. She panted, breast heaving, as she licked her lips, longing for more of this.
“No,” he growled.
“Please,” she begged, giving him her biggest, sultriest pout. “Please let me touch your cock, Tuvo. I promise to treat it good.”
“No,” he growled again, transferring both wrists into one hand holding her up – almost off of the branch entirely. “You do not touch yet.”
“Yet?” She repeated breathlessly, excited.
“You asked if I had seen your body. If I saw how little your cunt was. You’re right. I haven’t. So, let me see.”
Hattie grinned and nodded eagerly.
Tuvo hooked his arm around her waist, twisting her body and jerked her back against his chest. He pulled her arms overhead and around his neck.
“Keep those there,” he ordered. “I can’t have you distracting me. I need to focus.”
Hattie giggled, wiggling her hips down. His cock was nestled in the crack of her ass, and she could feel the huge rod pulsing in time with the three distinct beats of his heart. If she wiggled down far enough, she could just barely feel the bulb of his knot-
“No.” Tuvo yanked her up by the hips. “Patience, kyrya.”
She whined, petulant and unable to hide her amusement.
But she was nothing but obliging as he grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her legs up and apart, resting her feet on his thighs. It left her spread, facing out into the wilds, and trembling eagerly for his touch.
Yes. This. This was what she had always wanted.
Tuvo didn’t immediately reach between her thighs like she expected.
Instead, his hands trailed down her legs, under her shirt, and over her belly.
She stiffened for a moment, self-conscious, but before she could follow that feeling further, his mouth was on her ear, sucking and lapping at it, making her pant and tremble.
And as that immediate flash of unease faded, she realized how good it felt having that pressure on her belly – pushing down, grabbing her securely, holding her tight, all his fingers splayed like he was trying to touch as much of her as possible.
And even then, his big hands still overlapped.
He really was huge compared to her. Hattie had never felt small compared to a man. Knowing that she was in this instance made her moan, head dropping back against his shoulder as tension she hadn’t even realized she had been carrying slid away.
Because Tuvo liked her body. She could feel the proof of it against her ass. He had never sought to make her feel lesser. He had never once shamed her or been unable to see her beauty. He liked her just as she was.
And with that knowledge came a freedom to relax she had never experienced before. She wasn’t worried about how she looked or anxious about him grabbing her curves, or nervous about crushing him as he lay back underneath her.
Tuvo was a domini. To him, her size was a challenge. If he wasn’t able to handle her, then, as he said to Keith, he just had to get bigger until he could, not make her feel smaller.
Tuvo’s hand finally moved up. Caressing her skin until he was able to grasp her breasts over her bra – a pleased growl echoed through her body as he appreciated the handfuls.
Because she wasn’t too small for him. She may be shorter, but in all other ways, they were perfect for each other.
She knew that with even more certainty now than she had the first time she had looked at him and fallen for his grumpy stoicism and unflagging loyalty.
Her breasts were big, but he had big hands perfect for holding them.
Her tummy was big, but she fit against his broad chest just right.
Her hips were big, but they cushioned against his like pieces of a puzzle designed to fit.
Tuvo tried to reach under her bra, but the wire proved unyielding. And when he was about to grab it and shred it with his claws, she growled. A sound not nearly as intimidating coming from her mouth as it did from his chest. It made him chuckle, but it got the point across.
“Don’t you dare,” she ordered. “That was expensive. And adorable.”
“You don’t want me ripping off your clothes, kyrya?”
She shivered at the mental image. Tuvo, too wild with desire to care about social niceties such as the removal of clothes and just clawing them away to get to her body.
But…
“I like this bra,” she pouted. “And it’s one of only two I brought with me. When we get back to the Stor and I have access to my clothes, I’ll tell you which ones you’re allowed to rip off me.”
“How about I just buy you ones that I can rip off you instead?” He pressed his lips to her neck, sucking and lapping at the flesh.
“Th-That could work,” she panted, thinking about all her pretty clothes. She wanted Tuvo feral, but she also liked her cute dresses. Letting him dress her for the specific purpose of undressing her seemed like a fair compromise.
“I will explore these later then,” he said, pinching her nipple – impressive considering he had to do it through thick fabric.
Her bra, now spared its grisly fate, was left in peace as he instead diverted his attention down to where she really wanted it.
Her button and zipper were quickly pulled apart. He kept one hand on her belly, stabilizing her, while the other slid under the hem, under her panties. Down, down…
Hattie whimpered as she felt one of his big fingers sliding through the slickness of her slit. His hand was so warm and deliciously rough – like a friction toy to grind against.
“So wet,” Tuvo growled, just rubbing her outer lips. “Is this for me, Hattie?”
She moaned softly, canting her hips up. Eager for more.
“Sweet female. So kind and giving to make all this for me.” He moved, whispering directly into her ear, “You’re going to need it.”
She shivered as he brought his hand up, then down again, pressing past the outer lips, rubbing against her clit as he sought her hole.
She twitched at the contact, moaning softly.
Tuvo made a curious sound as he moved back up again. Experimentally. The steady friction against the sensitive little nub made her whimper, her feet pressing into his thighs as she tried to lift her hips up.
“What is this I’ve found?” He asked, mostly rhetorically as he circled the stiffened flesh with the tip of his longest finger.
Hattie bucked against him, shuddering, “I-It’s my… m-my-Ah!”
Tuvo’s touch was curious, seeking. He played with her.
That’s the only way she could describe how he teased and learned her clit.
He figured out what she liked through trial and error, watching her expressions and feeling her reactions, his growl deepening every time she moaned or bucked up against his touch.
Her first orgasm was slow to build as he explored her body.
The second one was much faster.
She cried out, voice echoing amongst the trees.
She might have bounced right off him, but his hand pressing down on her belly kept her still.
And the pressure made it better. She hadn’t let anyone touch her belly while making love before.
She didn’t realize how it would enhance the rippling waves of her orgasm.
Tuvo kept circling around her clit. Just far enough away not to hurt, but still too close considering how sensitive it was after two rapid orgasms.
Hattie wriggled against him, trying to escape his touch. Tuvo kept her still with his arms pressing her down. Growling his pleasure at her reaction. His cock was a bar of solid iron, throbbing in a way that had to be painful, pressing insistently against her ass.
She wanted it.
She was so empty. Aching. Needy.