20. Darcy
20
DARCY
I half-woke, basking in delicious warmth, snuggled in warm blankets with what felt like my own personal furnace behind my back. Not yet awake enough to open my eyes, I wriggled backwards against the big wall of warmth, sighing happily when it surged closer. Something firm glided against my ass, and when I shifted, it slipped between my legs. A hard, long, hot something fitted right there, right to the core of me, pressing all the way from my suddenly clenching entrance to my throbbing clit.
Giving a sleepy moan, I arched my back and ground my hips against the deliriously perfect, hard thing.
The wall at my back tensed. A guttural groan ripped through the air, and a strong, heavy hand squeezed my hip. The hard thing began moving of its own accord, as if someone else was now grinding their hips ferociously against me.
Someone else…
Someone like my husband.
My eyes flew open in the early dawn gloom as Fallon’s cock thrusted needily between my naked thighs. The top surface of it was delivering the most exquisite pressure against my whole seam. My clit pulsed again so hard it almost hurt.
I should pull away. We should stop…
I’d always known that sex would have to be part of this equation. But I figured I’d be doing it with a forced smile on my face. My mother had always insisted on pleasing your husband no matter how distasteful you found the acts involved.
Only thing was, I didn’t find this distasteful at all. My whole body and all its awareness seemed to shrink down to the places where Fallon touched me. His hot, heaving chest against my back. His powerful hand on my hip. The ardent surge of that swollen organ between my legs.
Oh my God.
I was going to come.
I’d never come with a man. Never. Not even during the hot, harried trysts I arranged with guys who most definitely would not have been husband material in my mothers’ eyes. Those little evenings of rebellion had been fun, and they’d made me feel free for a time, but they’d never come close to stoking the fire that Fallon did inside me now.
“Oh,” I whimper-moaned, unable to hold the sound back as my clit tingled. This was too fucking good. And yet also not enough. My insides squeezed, convulsing around nothing.
I wanted his hand to slide forward. Lower. I wanted those calloused fingertips to find my clit and for his smooth, fat tip to nudge inside.
My hips were already angling for it. Where was my control? Where was all my wariness, my walls, my defences?
Why did it feel so fucking good, and not just sexually, to wake up with Fallon’s body pressed so firmly against mine, like he’d moulded himself into the shape of me?
“Darcy,” Fallon choked out, and his voice sounded so raw, so needy, so thick with lust and desire and maybe even love that my body responded before my brain could catch up. I was right there, right there , about to come all over his desperately jerking cock.
My nipples puckered, prickles of pleasure exploded down my spine, and my arms went bumpy with gooseflesh. But I wasn’t cold. I was hot, hotter than I’d ever been, my body dragging itself frantically against Fallon’s as if somehow that would save me.
“Oh, God, Fallon, I’m going to-”
Something flickered against my ass.
No, not flickered. Slithered.
Barely holding back my yelp, I crashed out of the bed and sprang back up with my feet on the floor.
“What… What is it?” Fallon sat up slowly. Fuck me, he looked so good. All horny and sleepy and all of him hard. Muscles, cock, jaw.
But I couldn’t stand around all morning watching him sit there being all hot and naked like that. Not when there was…
“A snake in the bed!” I cried, running around to his side and grabbing his hand to pull him out. “I felt a snake or… or something in there!”
Instantly, Fallon was moving, launching himself out of the bed like a rocket.
“An ardu serpent? They’re venomous. Get back,” he hissed, tearing blankets and the quilt off of the bed. “Actually, get on my back,” he amended.
“What?” I asked, prancing foot to foot, worried that the snake would slither right out of the bed and take a chomp out of my foot. Look, I loved animals, but I drew the line at something that could kill me with a single bite.
“Get on my back!” Fallon said again, lifting the mattress. “If it left the bed, it’s likely on the floor!”
On the floor? Like, the floor I was currently standing on?
Yeah. Fuck that.
With a panicky shriek I didn’t even know I was capable of, I jumped up onto Fallon’s back without a second thought. My swollen pussy pressed against him. I wrapped my arms so tight around his neck that if he’d been a human man, I probably would have choked the living daylights out of him.
“Wait!” I cried. “What about you? You need to get off the floor, too!”
If Fallon got bitten because he’d been keeping me up off the floor, I’d never fucking forgive myself.
“Good idea,” he grunted. Sliding his arms beneath my thighs and hupping me higher on his back, he jumped up onto the bed, standing in the centre of the mattress, his bright white eyes scanning the wooden floorboards.
“I don’t see one,” he said. “What did it look like?”
“I didn’t see it!” I said in a breathless rush. “I felt it.”
“Felt it? Felt it where?”
“On my, um…”
Good grief, was there a ladylike, mother-approved way to say, “I felt a snake tickle my ass cheek while I was riding your nice hard cock?”
Probably not.
“I felt it on my backside,” I finished lamely. My heart sputtered and slammed. I squeezed Fallon’s neck again. It felt good to anchor myself to him. He was so solid.
We both scanned the floors and Fallon asked me more questions about what I’d felt.
“It didn’t seem that big, I don’t think,” I said. “Honestly no bigger than, like, a long worm or something. But not slimy like a worm. Warm and dry and all twitchy .”
I shivered with revulsion. Fallon made a thoughtful sound.
“Perhaps a baby ardu. Though it isn’t hatching season…”
“Wait, Fallon,” I gasped, the blood draining from my face so fast it was a miracle I didn’t faint. “Is it on you?!”
It was hard to tell exactly what was happening in the dim dawn light. But there was a distinctly snake- or worm-like thing flickering around in the region of Fallon’s groin.
Oh. Oh no . When I’d jumped out of the bed, it had somehow latched onto Fallon’s hard cock.
My husband was about to die, and I was going to be a widow, because of a snakebite to the dick.
Absolutely not.
Before I could let myself feel any fear or talk myself out of it, I reached down, grabbed the snake, and yanked as hard as I could.
But I must have been too late. Fallon made a tight, pained sound. Like he’d just been bitten.
His hand clamped down on my wrist. He was breathing very hard, very fast. Without speaking, he pried my fingers off of the snake, gingerly put me down upon the bed…
And promptly collapsed to the floor.
“FALLON!”
I jumped down off the bed, falling to my knees beside him as he curled into the fetal position with his hands between his legs. Every muscle in his body bulged and strained.
“What can I do? Is there an antivenom? I’ll get Magnolia. I’ll call the warden. I’ll do anything. I-”
“No treatment required,” Fallon croaked. His voice sounded like someone had stomped on his windpipe. “Human grip… stronger… than I’d thought.”
“Did I pull it off you, at least?” I prodded anxiously, trying to get a look at what was happening with his dick. Was the snake still there with its fangs latched onto him? A sudden rush of possessive rage went through me. If anyone was going to bite my husband’s dick, it was going to be me!
“I hope not!” Fallon sputtered. Briefly, he moved his hands away from their protective cup around his cock so he could take a peek. He sighed as if with relief. “Still there.”
“Still there? We have to get it off! Fallon, you said it was venomous!”
Through his haze of pain, Fallon pinned me with a confused look.
“My cock tail isn’t venomous!”
His cock…
His cock what?
Shiiiiiiiit.
“Please tell me,” I said, speaking very slowly and trying to keep the shaking out of my voice, “that I did not just mistake a part of your anatomy for a venomous serpent and try to rip it off.”
“I believe,” Fallon panted, “that is exactly what just happened.” Even in his pain, the big dope managed to give me a sweet smile. “Thank you for trying to save me, anyway.” His smile faded and he winced. “But please never do that again. Especially if it’s a real ardu serpent! Empire, I don’t know what I’d do if you’d gotten bitten.”
“Well… now you know how I feel! I thought you were about to die from a fatal case of poison-dick!” I snapped, jumping up and pacing around the room as if some remedy for almost tearing part of your husband’s genitals off was about to magically appear before me. “Do you have any ice?”
“Ice?” Fallon exhaled. “Why would I have ice?”
“I don’t know! For moments like this! To put ice on your injury!”
“You want me to put ice there ?”
He looked at me like I’d lost my pathetic human mind.
Jesus. Maybe I had. I felt like a lunatic. I’d run the gamut of horny to terrified to wracked with guilt that I’d just hurt Fallon.
I stopped pacing and plopped down on the floor beside him. He took a huge, steadying breath and unfurled himself from his tortured pose of pain. Slowly, he eased himself up into a seated position, his hands still placed like a shield around his genitals.
“I’m so sorry, Fallon,” I said, meaning it. Our first truly sexual encounter and I’d practically neutered him. My God. “I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to. I felt your, um, cock tail and was completely taken by surprise.”
Taken by surprise. That was a nice way of saying that I was nearly knocked out of the bed by the sensation of some unseen, prehensile alien organ slithering its way across my bare fucking butt cheek.
“You could not have known.” Fallon grimaced, rubbing at himself. “You did not get a book like I did.”
“Yeah, seriously. What the hell? Why didn’t I get a human-Zabrian porn colouring book!” I cried, throwing up my hands. My guilt about hurting Fallon was getting redirected into rage.
First, I’d been dumped here without even being told that my betrothed was a literal convicted murderer. And second, I didn’t get any of the same level of preparation as he did about what to expect! If I’d had some dumbass Zabrian manual with drawings and diagrams, I’d have known all about this cock tail! Feeling it poking around my derriere would have been more of a fun, sexy surprise instead of an oh God what is this eldritch horror?! surprise.
“Are you in a lot of pain?” I asked miserably. What an absolute wife fail.
Fallon’s face and posture said, “Yes” but his very kind voice said, “No!”
“Don’t lie to your wife,” I admonished, shuffling closer on my knees. “Want me to kiss it better?”
I’d meant it mostly as a joke, to try to lighten the atmosphere and the absolute anvil of guilt that had settled in my belly. But Fallon went starry-eyed with the most innocent, expectant sort of hope and gratefully replied, “Yes, please.”
Oops.
Well, I guessed I was doing this thing. It wasn’t like I hadn’t just been wantonly rubbing myself all over his cock a few minutes ago. So what if I’d never given or received oral? Even if I’d had some human blow-job experience, it might not have even transferred over to Zabrian anatomy, anyway. Case in point, random-ass squiggly cock tail appearance.
This will be fine. Probably , I told myself, stomach flip-flopping as Fallon parted his thighs and I scooted closer between them on my knees.
Strangely, even though I was nervous, I wasn’t dreading doing this. My stomach flipped again, but this time it felt more like a swoop of excitement. Fallon was so big and beautiful and naked, and I’d hurt him, and goddamnit, his idiot wife was going to kiss it all better.
“Could you, ah, move your hands?” I asked, wetting my lips. Instantly, his hands flew away from his groin. Placing my palms on his thighs, I got my first good, solid look at Fallon’s package.
He was no longer fully hard, which made sense considering the amount of pain I’d just inflicted on the area. But even so, his long, orange, smoothly tapered shaft was still slightly stiff-fleshed, almost like a firm silicone that jutted out from his groin. Beneath his cock was a darker orange mound whose surface looked velvet-soft.
And to top it all off was the infamous cock tail.
It was no longer writhing about and scaring human women out of beds, at least. As if recoiling from the trauma of me nearly yanking it clean off, it was tightly wrapped around the base of Fallon’s cock, looking completely innocuous, like an extra, rubbery ring of flesh.
“Sorry,” I breathed. I wasn’t sure if I was saying it more to Fallon or his poor, maligned dick tentacle.
“You do not have to – ah!” Fallon’s words were cut off by a ragged gasp when I leaned down and gently kissed the place where his cock tail merged with the base of his shaft.
“Did that hurt?” I whispered, my breath fanning over his dick. The muscles of his thighs were rock-hard beneath my hands. His cock twitched.
“No,” he said in a guttural voice. This time, I actually believed him.
But there was certainly no way he could be all better already.
Better kiss him again.
So I did. This time on the tip of his smooth orange head. I let the kiss linger a little, my tongue tentatively prodding at the dark slit of an opening there.
His shaft throbbed, the flesh swelling, the tip jerking against my lips as if wanting entrance. And I supposed that would be alright. That was what blow jobs actually were, right? Sucking dicks, not just kissing dicks.
Cupping one hand around Fallon’s rapidly hardening shaft (being careful not to squish the poor little cock tail) and bracing my other on his right thigh, I opened my mouth and gave him an experimental suck. If it weren’t for the shuddering snap of his hips trying to drive his cock further into my mouth, I almost would have thought I’d hurt him again based on the sound he made. It was a ripping sort of moan, harsh and mangled.
I worked my mouth lower onto him, noting every sharp intake of breath and hitch of his hips in response. My arousal from earlier came back with full, roaring force, flooding my pussy with heat. I established a sloppy rhythm, sucking up and down as far as I could go, while also gripping his shaft with one hand and tenderly stroking the curled-up cock tail with the other.
“ Oh. Oh, Darcy,” Fallon groaned, burying his fingers in my hair. “You should stop now. Or… Or… Ngh! ”
My head reared back as hot, viscous fluid shot furiously into my mouth. I wiped my mouth and coughed, focusing my watering eyes with lurid fascination on the sight of Fallon’s shaft spasming and spewing more. His cock tail had come unfurled again, and was twitching and undulating. After the whole thinking-it-was-a-snake thing I was worried I’d find that part of him kind of freaky.
But, surprisingly, it wasn’t. It was just a part of my husband. And as I was growing to care for my husband at a slightly alarming rate, the fact that he had a snakey dick tentacle flapping around down there was just another thing to get used to. To maybe even like.
I gently prodded the twitching tendril, only for it to instantly seize upon my finger and squeeze.
I guessed even that small action was pleasurable, because Fallon’s dick exploded again, veins clearly visible, straining along the length of the rod as it jerked. The sac beneath bunched and released, bunched and released.
When Fallon finally seemed spent, he took a moment to just sit there breathing heavily, looking at me like I’d hung all three moons above this planet. He looked at me like he was grateful and happy and… and like he adored me. It made me feel oddly vulnerable. But not quite vulnerable enough to break eye contact, to run away.
Although I couldn’t stay there forever. I had some serious cleaning up to do. I could tell my mouth and cheek were smeared with drying semen. My hands were wet, as was a good portion of Fallon’s cock and muscled belly.
I gave him a slightly shy smile.
“How is your… um…” I jerked my chin towards his crotch.
“Better!” Fallon said instantly. But then he backtracked. “Well, not all the way better. I do think… I do think it might need another kiss treatment later.”
I barked a laugh, my feelings of vulnerability, that wriggly sensation of being exposed, vanishing. Fallon was just too… pure. Horny and pure. The strangest, most oddly delightful combination. Something warm and squishy grew in my chest, and I would have been worried my lungs were waterlogged or something from last night, only the feeling was so warm . Cozy and gooey and foreign and… nice.
Without thinking about it, without even caring about all the mess on both of us, I threw my arms around Fallon’s neck and squeezed.
His chest hitched beneath mine, and a heartbeat later his arms were at my back, hugging me like he was afraid something might rip me away. Which was to say it was tight. Like, crack a human rib, tight.
“Fallon,” I wheezed against the onslaught that was a post blow-job Fallon hug. “I can’t breathe.” Maybe this was payback for nearly ripping off part of his dick.
But Fallon immediately let go, his hands flying to the sides of my jaw.
“Why?” he demanded, his eyes star-white and boring into my face. “Is something wrong with your lungs?”
“Only that you were crushing them,” I said with a laugh, batting his hands away. I eyed the bulging curves of his biceps and forearms. “You need to keep those under control, my man.”
Fallon went utterly still apart from his nostrils flaring with a sudden intake of breath.
“What is it?” I asked, peering at him with narrowed eyes.
“I like being called your man.”
Heat flooded into my cheeks.
“Oh,” I murmured. Goddamnit, why was he so straightforward? Didn’t he know you were supposed to obscure and conceal every real thing you ever felt? Pretty sure I’d learned that by the time I was five.
“Maybe… Maybe we could to the kiss treatment again now,” he said huskily. I blinked, then looked down, only to see his big, tapered organ twitching.
“Are you getting aroused just because I called you ‘my man’?” I asked, flabbergasted. It was such a simple thing!
“Yes,” he answered gruffly. He swallowed hard, his thick neck working. “Maybe next time you could even call me ‘Husband.’” When he said that, his cock gave a throbbing spasm, clearly loving the idea.
Oh my God.
This man was literally turned on just by the idea of being married to me.
“You’re that happy?” I asked in bewilderment. “Just to be my husband?”
Who the hell would be that excited to be married?
Who the hell would be that excited to be married to me ?
This big, orange lug, apparently.
Fallon sat up straighter. The sun had risen now, and sunlight came strolling in, sprinkling itself lovingly on his pale yellow hair; the high planes of his cheekbones; his full, usually-smiling-but-currently-serious mouth.
“Happiness does not begin to describe the way I feel,” he said in a voice that could have been strained with emotion but instead was very calm, clear, every word precise. Like he didn’t want me to miss or mistake a single syllable. “For the first time since I was a child, I look into my future and I see something worthwhile. I see something good.” He brushed his knuckles softly against my cheek. “And it’s you.”
Oh, no. I was not about to start bawling because my alien husband just said I was good and made his life worthwhile.
I was saved from having to come up with a reply – or bursting into tears – by the sound of footsteps in the hall leading to the bedroom. A moment later, a soft knock on the door preceded Magnolia’s voice.
“Darcy?” she called quietly. “Are you awake?”
I was awake, alright. It felt like I’d already been awake for hours what with all the stuff that had transpired by sun-up.
There was a jug of water on the table nearest Fallon’s side of the bed. It was probably for drinking, but I plunged my hands into it and washed my face.
“One sec!” I called to Magnolia, my voice muffled as I tugged my nightgown over my head. I didn’t think Magnolia would come knock on the door this early for no reason. It was likely for something important and I didn’t want to keep her waiting.
I scraped my hair back from my face and started marching towards the door, only for Fallon to grasp my hand, his gaze sober as I turned around to look at him.
“You are feeling alright?”
“What? You mean from last night?” I nodded. Without thinking, I gave Fallon’s hand a reassuring squeeze. He seemed startled by that, staring down at our hands, before he tentatively did it back. “I think I’m a bit tired, maybe a little sore. But otherwise, I’m good.”
“Sore,” he repeated, his brow contracting. “I should kiss you better. Like you did to me.”
The thought of Fallon dragging his mouth all over my body made my skin prickle with awareness. His gaze slid to my other hand and his face fell in dismay.
“You need a new bandage! That one is wet,” he said. He sounded outraged, as if offended by the audacity of my bandage to be wet after I’d been the one to put my hands in the water.
“I’ll let Magnolia take a look,” I said, tugging my other hand from his grip. “Now you go over there and put some pants on before I open this door.”
He grimaced down at his come-splattered belly and groin.
“I should wash first.”
“We talked about this. You can’t go walking around in front of human women who aren’t you wife all naked like that! Just… Just go stand in that corner for a minute.” I flapped my hand towards a corner of the room that would be hidden from Magnolia’s view if I didn’t hold the door open all the way.
Fallon obeyed, taking only a few big steps with his long, bare legs to reach the specified corner. Making sure he stayed there, I finally went back to the door and opened it.
I was relieved to see that Magnolia didn’t look upset or worried, so whatever she’d knocked on the door for couldn’t be too troubling. If anything, she looked excited, her eyes glowing. She beamed when she saw me.
“Good morning! Sorry, did I wake you?”
“You didn’t,” I said quickly, thanking my lucky stars that she hadn’t heard all the humping, screaming about snakes, and blow job action.
She nodded hurriedly.
“Good. I just had to come let you know right away. I’ve had a call from the warden…”