Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
ZAN
My sweet human female is half-asleep, mere seconds after she finally orgasms. Which suits me just fine, because it means that I can stare at her without seeing the defiance in her eyes. Without seeing the fear that’s lived in them since the moment we dropped from orbit and landed here.
Fear of me. Of what I’d done to her. Fear of this cruel game we’ve been placed in while she hurts from the heat.
It brings me great pleasure to know that I have assuaged some of her pain tonight leading her to this droopy, relaxed state, and that now she looks at me with desire instead of the fear that’s been dogging her our entire relationship.
She came so sweetly, so quickly, it was over before I had even begun to truly savor the taste of her. And still, it was one of the best moments of my entire life.
I’ve never tasted the honey of a woman before. Never had one who wanted me, and never had the time to try to find a female. After the virus that swept through so many of our species and species all over the galaxy’s females—I doubted I’d ever truly find one again.
And now, with my sleepy little human still spread wide for me, I cannot get enough.
But she needs rest, because there’s no telling what the evil AI on the space station will have in store for us tomorrow. And she still needs to be bathed, and I did promise her that.
I clean her up gently while she half dozes, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes that I’m relieved, upon checking again and again, still don’t show that fear of me.
There’s a new light in them, interest, I think. But with Lily, it could be gone the minute she comes back to her senses in the morning.
I knew she would beg.
I may not have been with a female before, but I would hate for the one that has chosen me, the one that bears my heat poison, to feel that I hadn’t made sure that she was comfortable, even if she did want this little game of power between us.
I never thought that I would be good with a female. There’s been so few in my life that I did not know what to expect.
But Lily? It’s like she’s a tune I’ve known my whole life but didn’t have the words to until she chose me.
Her body is slim, bordering on underfed, and I don’t know if she was like this before she came to me or if it’s a result of the week or so we have spent traversing this strange space station and a lack of nutrition.
“I won’t let you go hungry again,” I say quietly.
“Mmhmm,” she agrees sleepily.
Simply adorable.
Washing her back is a strange experience, and I take my time, rubbing the soap and water into her wingless shoulders. She takes much less time to clean than I would, considering she is so small, and she doesn’t have wings or horns.
It’s clear that she didn’t know my horns were an erogenous zone. And it’s clear that she doesn’t know that while she was rubbing them, gripping them hard while I ate her out, I also came, soaking my pants—unashamed because it was from bringing my female pleasure.
“You know,” I tell her conversationally, “you were supposed to teach me what this cuddling was that humans do.”
She makes a soft noise that’s full of sleep, and it’s clear that I’m not going to be getting any cuddling lessons from her tonight.
But I can’t find it in myself to be anything but delighted at how this evening has unfolded. I nod to myself, quite pleased, as I lift her into my arms. Toting her off gently, her head lolling on her neck so that she is half-asleep on my shoulder.
Laying her carefully down on the mattress, I tuck her into bed.
Then I take my time cleaning myself, but I don’t bother washing out my mouth. I would like taste her on my tongue as I fall asleep tonight, the better to remember this moment by.
I would like to fall asleep like that every night.