9. Pontius
9
PONTIUS
She’s staying. My beautiful perfect mate is staying. She is mine. Truly. She relaxes into my embrace, like it is the easiest thing in the world. I could hold her like this forever. I love the way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she holds onto me.
I love her.
I can’t tell her that, not yet. Every piece of human media has told me humans need more time to fall in love. They don’t know after a few hours. I don’t like keeping the truth from her, but I don’t want to scare her when things are so perfect. When she’s so relaxed, curled in my arms, and staring at the ceiling.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I ask quietly.
“Sure.” She sighs. “I’m not really tired yet.”
She starts to get up, but I squeeze my arm to stop her.
“Don’t worry, we don’t have to move.” I reach into my nightstand for the tablet I programmed for days I want to stay in bed. With a few button presses the projector turns on, throwing light onto the screen that hangs from the ceiling at the perfect angle to view while lying in bed.
“Oh crap! That's so cool!” she yells. “What a genius idea!”
I chuckle. Her joy is so infectious. Her hand splays across my chest, warm, gentle. She likes me, and the simple touch has me purring. She shifts her position slightly and I know why. Every time I purr, her scent changes, tinting with arousal. I turn her on. Me.
“Sorry, I’m a bit of a tech nerd,” she interrupts my thoughts.
She’s so sexy.
“Same.” I squeeze her shoulder.
“So, what are we watching?” she asks.
“Well, I think there’s only one choice.” I move my tablet so that my movie selection will be a surprise. I receive a satisfying gasp when the opening credits of The Mummy starts playing.
“Absolutely!” she announces settling into the crook of my arm. She rearranges to see the screen slightly better and ends up with her head on my chest. I selfishly let loose small purrs enjoying the way her body reacts to me. My fingers trace little circles along the naked skin of her shoulder. I can’t stop touching her. Being together feels so surprisingly easy. I knew having a mate would feel good, but I never imagined quiet moments of bliss like this.
By the time Rachel Weisz is knocking over bookcases, which are inexplicably placed in a perfect circle, Piper has rolled over and stuck her tongue down my throat.
By the time Imhotep is stealing tongues, I have my tongue between her legs again, attaching myself to that perfect spot that has her screaming and flying from the bed. I could do this forever. Please my mate. Feed on her nectar. Live off the beautiful noises that she makes and the perfect way she smells.
She eventually has to pull my face away from her pussy and catch her breath. “Don’t you ever get tired of that?”
“Mothmen have a lot of stamina.” I grin, wiping her juices from my face. I would do this for her every day if she would let me.
“Well, you are really, really good at it.” She swipes a hand across my cheek and I nuzzle her palm. Her casual touches are like a drug I didn’t know I needed. I purr into her grip.
“Are you sure it was enough? There aren’t any tears this time,” I tease.
She releases my face and rolls from the bed with a laugh.
“Let me get a glass of water and we can get to your part.” She picks up a random shirt from the floor and pulls it on. It’s my shirt. My specially fitted Spock costume. The fasteners that kept it around my wings mean it neither fits her well, nor covers much. Not that I’m complaining. She looks good in my clothing. She belongs in it.
“That’s alright.” I wave a dismissive hand, hungrily tracking her movements across the room. If I watch closely I can see the way her ass jiggles with every step she takes.
“Are you sure?” Her eyebrow raises. “You don’t want to fuck again? You took care of me several times. I’m happy to return the favor.”
My aedeagus is straining at my seam. I want to take her again. I would love to fill her with my cum, to fuck her on every surface of my apartment. It’s unfortunately impossible, I know how humans work.
“I know humans aren’t a big fan of—it.” I gesture vaguely toward the space between my legs.
She laughs as she opens a cupboard looking for a glass, and pauses when I don’t respond the same. “You aren’t joking?”
I shrug. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it again.”
She shakes her head. “Well, I was definitely a fan. You are good at sex. Like really, really, good at it. Like the best I’ve ever had.” Her words make my heart swell. Her face slowly turning red as she opens more cupboard doors at random, circling the kitchen aimlessly.
I enjoy watching her reach for the higher shelves, the way that my shirt raises up to show a couple extra inches of her ass every time. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“You are shockingly good for someone who claims to have never—” She stops herself from talking. “You’ve dated humans? But no sex?”
My wings flutter nervously, my antennae folding back to my head.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m just a nosy person.” She sighs loudly. “None of my business what your body count is.”
“I’ve dated a few humans. We didn’t participate in penetrative sex.” I say quickly so I can’t stop myself. The truth is difficult to speak. I pull myself from the bed, needing to be near her again.
“Oh, sure. Nothing wrong with that. There’s lots of types of sex,” she mutters, having opened every cabinet in my kitchen multiple times she stops and stands completely still.
I put one gentle hand at my mate’s waist and reach over her head to open a cabinet, pulling a glass from its shelf. As I give it to her I catch her hands to hold her still.
Bowing my antennae I emit a low purr for her. “I am grateful to you for indulging me, but the woman I dated before you explained it—” I pause waiting for her sigh of relief. I don’t want her to do anything for me that she doesn’t want to do.
“Explained what?” Her eyes search my face.
“They explained, I'm not attractive…” I say gently, knowing it will relieve her that I’m already aware.
“Someone fucking said that to you?!” Piper exclaims.
“It’s alright. I understand.” I give her my best approximation of a human smile. “Humans don’t like the way I look. They don’t enjoy touching me, particularly not that part of me.”
“That’s not a nice or correct thing to say, to anyone.” She shakes her head, furious. “You have a great body, and an amazing dick. Who put those ridiculous thoughts into your brain?”
I feel my smile falter and turn toward the fridge to disguise my discomfort. “I’m happy to fill our time with other activities. Eating you out is very nice. Women have allowed this before.”
Piper takes a deep breath. “This helps explain your skillset. But it seems impossible to me, that anyone could know you that well and not want to fuck you.”
I pull the water jug out of my refrigerator and turn back to her with some surprise. She is marvelous, my mate. A truly kind and empathetic person. I pour the water into the glass for her. She watches my movements silently, her body language still full of anger. My Spock costume dangles open around her front, the glimpse of the space between her full breasts is enough to drive anyone wild. I purr without meaning to. I know she hears it because the smell of her desire forming between her legs fills the air.
“You are good at the other stuff. It’s nice of you to—the oral sex. Don’t stop doing that for—for people.” She pauses as my purr deepens, and she smells even more strongly now. “There are definitely humans who will touch you. People who will enjoy touching you. I like touching you. I want to do it again, if that makes you happy.”
My cock is straining, ready to be loose. I cannot help myself. When she talks like this it makes me happy, and I purr, and when I smell my mate turned on, I want to be inside her. Now that I know how good and perfect sex can be.
“It made me very happy to put my dick inside you.” I wrap my hand around her waist.
She takes several large swigs of her water and sets the glass on the counter before speaking again. “You should be with someone who likes your body the way that it is.”
“Before tonight I wasn’t sure it was possible.” My fingers gently toy with the ends of her shirt until her perfect breasts are fully on display again. Her nipples tighten when the cool air hits them.
“Of course it is.” Her voice catches slightly as I run my thumbs across her bare skin and up to the bottom of her breasts. I could look at her like this all day, if looking at her didn’t make me want to fuck her senseless.
“Yes, it appears so.” I back her against the cabinet just roughly enough to make her gasp, and bend down to kiss her. Toying with her breasts until she’s moaning against me, smelling so ready and wet for me. Her hands travel over my body. She isn’t shy about enjoying every part of me, until her hands come to rest very purposefully on my claspers. I am having a hard time controlling my breathing as they unfold.
“Spread your legs for me and let me feel how wet you are.”
She releases a breathy laugh. “Really? No penetration before tonight? Where’d you learn to talk like that?”
“I know what I want, and I know how to ask for it.” I growl. “I want to fuck you on top of this counter. Now be a good girl and spread your legs.”
Her obedient thighs drift apart, exposing more of her heady aroma to the air, primed and positioned, my claspers grip her hips, and pull her close enough that I can grind my slit along her. She’s putty for me, easy and pliant and perfectly enthusiastic as the head of my cock emerges to slide up and down her pussy. She feels perfect, ready, warm and wet. I already know how deep she is, how she will easily take every inch of me. I drag my aedeagus over her clit, slippery and hot. She moans as I move along her lips several times, and gasps when I finally let just the first inch penetrate her. Pumping slowly in and out, increasing the speed as my body gets more used to the action. She’s clutching me the way she did the first time, when she was right on the edge, when I held her in space and she came around me. My perfect mate, we are already in sync, and I hold our bodies flush and firm while she moans into my chest. I am her pleasure, and she is mine.
“Please. Ant.” She’s squirming against me. “Please. I need?—”
Her words break, but I already know what she needs. Me.
“Good girl. Take all of me, beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fill you.”
“Please. Please. Yes. Please. Fill me. Fuck me. Please. I need all of you.” The words in her throat become garbled as my hips tilt and press my full length into her, pulsing hot vibrations as I do. She whispers my name when she comes around me.
I am only a few moments behind her, purring in her ear. Stroking and petting her hair as I empty myself into her, soothing away her nervous energy. She shudders through her aftershocks and clings to my chest. No tears this time. Just a long string of gratitude as I carry her back to my bed.
She is mine now. My mate. In my nest. I will find a way to make her love me. I will find a way to make her stay.