18. Fallon
18
FALLON
M y wife did not seem amenable to the skin-to-skin treatment plan Magnolia had outlined. She stayed at the very edge of the bed, as far from me as she could get. As much as I did not want to go against her wishes, ensuring her health was my top priority. So I grasped her waist and did not stop pulling until I had her seated between my bare thighs.
“I was perfectly warm and comfy over there!” she protested as I wrapped one arm around her to keep her from escaping and used my other arm and tail to drag her long skirt up her body. Once her legs were bare, I plastered my own against them, caging her in with my limbs.
“Excuse me!” she snapped, trying to pull her skirt back down.
“Magnolia said skin-to-skin,” I helpfully reminded her, wondering if perhaps she had not heard. “Not skin-to-skirt.”
“This is a nightgown! A very nice, warm nightgown!”
“Well, she didn’t say skin-to-nightgown, either. In fact…”
I grasped Darcy’s wrists with my hands, holding them up in the air as my tail pulled her nightgown up and over her head. I tossed it aside, plastered my bare front to her back, and placed my chin atop her damp head. Instantly, she drew her knees up to her chest, hunching into herself. I drew my knees up also, keeping my inner thighs pressed tight against the outsides of hers.
Ah. She was so lovely. Adorable with her pinchy little frown and her shyness.
What had she called that human pet creature? The one she had called “cute” and “skittish?”
A cat. My wife was like a cat.
I wonder how you make a cat love you…
Speaking softly and gently petting often seemed to work with wary animals here. I’d try that. I put my hands on her shoulders, tenderly stroking down her arms in soothing lines. When I reached her hands, I stroked back up to her shoulders.
Giving animals treats also worked. With a sudden flash of thought, I remembered the tea Magnolia had brought. Still petting my skittish wife’s arms, I snatched up the handle of the mug with my tail. The warm side of the cup made the burned tip of my tail sting and feel tender as I carefully brought the drink around to her front.
“Here,” I said in a quiet, calling sort of voice. The kind of intonation I’d use to coax a sick bracku to eat. “Drink this.”
“Why are you talking like that?” Darcy asked suspiciously, taking the mug and balancing it on the blanket that covered her bent knees.
“I am speaking to you the way I’d speak to a spooked shuldu or sick bracku. Or a cat, but I’ve never seen one of those, so I can only really guess.”
“A… a cat? Like, a Terratribe II cat?”
“Yes,” I said, slightly increasing the pressure of the petting on her arms. “You said they are cute and skittish. Just like you.”
“You think I’m cute?” she asked softly. And then, more loudly, “Hold on, skittish?”
“Why else would you be so wary of doing the skin-to-skin with me? Especially when it is for your own good?”
“I’m not skittish,” she protested. “I’m just… I’m just… reserved !”
“Yes. My reserved little cat.”
“Fallon!”
“Drink your tea, little cat.”
“Oh my God.”
As if to avoid continuing this portion of the conversation, Darcy put the mug to her lips and took a large swallow of the fragrant mixture.
“Oh, wow. Lavender, I think. And maybe chamomile. Magnolia must have brought this from home.” She took another, slower sip, appearing to savour the beverage. Then, she attempted to put it back on the table, but the table was out of her reach with the bed’s new position. I looped my tail around the handle and took it from her, putting it down.
“What happened to your tail?”
“What?” I asked, momentarily distracted by the rain-plant-human-female scent radiating from her naked body. “Oh. I burned it.”
“You what?” she asked sharply. “When?”
“When I was putting the rocks in the fire,” I murmured, nuzzling down against her hair. Empire, it was so soft, even when wet. It smelled so nice, and was such a pretty colour, and-
And it was ripped away from my face as Darcy got onto her knees and spun around to face me. The blankets fell away, and just like that I was confronted with the beauty, glory, and mind-numbingly erotic perfection that was my wife’s bare body.
“Let me see that,” she grumbled, grabbing my tail and holding the tip of it up to her face. She seemed to have forgotten all modesty now and did nothing to hide herself from me as she inspected my wound.
I instantly resolved to burn myself more often. Next time, I would try to do it closer to my cock, so she might want to put her face there instead.
But for now, I was blissfully content to stare at the gorgeous, alien planes and curves of her body while she frowned at my tail like it had done something to offend her.
My shaft swelled, and my cock tail tingled with the need to unfurl and grasp onto something. I knew, from the anatomy diagrams in the book, that human females did not have a cock tail to intertwine with, so I settled on wrapping mine firmly around my own cock and squeezing.
Darcy’s hair had begun to dry, a damp, dark pink that matched a flush of colour in her cheeks. Her skin glowed, and I traced her shape with my eyes. The rounded parts of her flesh that Silar was so insistent were not called udders or breests were deliciously curved and pointed with delectable little buds that the book called nipples.
I really wanted to put one of her nipples in my mouth. It looked like it would taste like fruit.
Maybe if I asked, very, very politely… My mouth was warm. It would probably even help!
“Fallon,” my wife said, her frown deepening and her cheeks darkening, “can you please get that boner under control because I am trying to look at your burn, here!”
“My what?” I asked, delirious with the scent of her, the feel of her slender fingers on my tail, her nearness.
“Your… Your erection!” she huffed, holding my tail like a weapon and using it to point, stunner-like, at my own genitals.
“Oh. Sorry. I’m a healthy young male and you are naked and very near me and… They did tell you I was a healthy young male, did they not?”
The pinkness from her cheeks seeped all the way down to her neck.
“Um. Yeah. I mean, I can tell you’re very healthy.”
“Good,” I said with a relieved sigh, worried she’d thought I was some sort of invalid. “And, just so you know, there is no bone in it. In case that was holding you back from getting nearer to it… or… touching it…”
“Oh, Jesus. Yeah, I mean, I might not have gotten a fancy Zabrian textbook like you did, but I figured there wasn’t a bone in it!”
“Oh. But you said-”
“Forget what I said. Just let me look at this tail!”
I watched her turn her flashing gaze to my tail once more. It really was a very mild burn. There wasn’t much to be done. But Darcy did not voluntarily touch me often and I found I could not extricate myself from the cool pleasure of her touch.
“This looks bad,” she murmured, biting her full lower lip as she gently probed the underside of my tail with her thumb. I’d never considered my tail and erogenous zone.
But I’d never had a wife to run her pretty fingers all over it before.
“It’s fine,” I choked out, reminding myself that she was the one who needed care tonight. I dragged the blanket up to be a cocooning sort of cape behind her.
“But it’s all black,” she said. She sounded worried. Worried about me.
My cock gave a throb so excited, so jerking, that it instantly drew Darcy’s eye. I could not remember the last time someone had cared enough to worry about me.
I am so glad I have a wife. This is the best.
“That’s just the colour our skin takes on when its inflamed. It’s normal,” I wheezed, squeezing my shaft tighter with my cock tail. I was now dangerously close to erupting all over my poor, nearly-hypothermic wife.
When had that happened? I’d gone from worried to the point of illness to complete, helpless arousal. I’d have to rein myself in. Darcy had only just gotten dried off. She didn’t need to get wet all over again because of her husband’s untouched cock.
“It is fine,” I insisted, sliding my tail from her grip and securing the blankets more firmly around her. “You need to rest. Do not worry about me.” Even though I like it so.
“But… Fallon, I…” Her lower lip wobbled, and she bit it again, very hard this time.
I brushed my knuckles along her cheek. “Do not bite your lip so hard,” I chastened. “Or I will have to lick it better.”
She blinked.
“Hold on. Lick it better? The phrase is kiss it better!”
“What phrase? I was talking about the fact that so many animals lick their wounds, or those of their calves or cubs.”
“I am not a calf. Or a cub. Or a cat!”
“Maybe not,” I acknowledged, my voice lowering to a foreign, husky growl. “But you are my wife. And I’d happily lick any part of you that was hurting.”
“OK. Wow. You know what? Clearly, you’re fine. I don’t know what I was worried about.” She grabbed the blankets and slammed herself down on her side. Remembering Magnolia’s directions about skin-to-skin, I instantly lay down behind her, curving my front around her back. She’d drawn her knees up to her chest again, and my cock found a perfect place to nestle below her backside.
“Don’t know why I even care,” she was mumbling angrily to the blankets she’d pulled up over her mouth. “Don’t know why I even went looking for you at all.”
“Why did you?” I asked. I’d been too frantic about her health to ask her about it until now. “Why were you out in the storm looking for me?”
Darcy stilled. When she spoke again, her voice was very small, stripped of that barb-tongued tone.
“You didn’t come back. It was dinner time, and it was getting dark and windy. I could see the storm rolling in. And you didn’t come back.”
Tenderness that felt and awful lot like pain tore through my chest. I buried my face in my wife’s hair.
“Never put yourself in danger for me again,” I rasped, my throat feeling strangely constricted. “Storms. Rain. Darkness. None of it matters. None of it could keep me away. I’ll always come back to you, Darcy. Always.”
She stiffened, then relaxed with a shaky breath.
“Alright,” she said softly. And then, some of the tartness returning to her tone, she added, “Then don’t be late for dinner next time.”