10. Farr’vye #2
Assistant 23 was quiet for a minute. He tucked his knees closer to his chest. “What happened to your obsession with the Ripgrass? You got over it, right?”
I already knew where he was going with this line of thinking.
“Eventually,” I replied.
“So, what if you get over your obsession with me?”
I spoke calmly. “The Ripgrass was a childhood obsession. It is an animal, and I was a youngling.”
Then my fingers tightened, and this time I did not loosen them. I pressed my chest flush against his back, lowering my snout to his small pink ear to growl the next words.
“Now I am a mature adult, one much older and experienced than you. And you, my little human, are my mate, whether you like it or not. My filum. My ultimate obsession. I craved you for moons before even speaking to you. A mere glimpse of your hidden face turned me on, and I would rush home to touch myself while thinking of you.”
His face flushed until the starry specks on his cheeks disappeared among the pink.
“Y-you did?” he blurted. “No way, I don’t believe you!”
“Your belief does not change the truth. I was sick with fascination over you. Much pollen was spilled in your honor.”
“Oh, stop,” he said through a laugh. He hid his face in his hands, but it didn’t stop his wide grin from peeking through.
“Do you have any other pressing concerns for me to reassure?”
His smile faded. As I continued washing him, he didn’t speak, but the silence was comfortable. Easy. I sensed only the mildest anxiety floating around him, even without the use of my feelers.
“Sort of,” Assistant 23 murmured.
“Tell me.”
“It’s selfish.”
“Be selfish,” I insisted.
He exhaled a big sigh. “I don’t want to be pregnant. I really, really don’t!”
I wondered why he had brought that up again. Had I not already informed him I was infertile?
“I am too old to breed,” I reminded him.
He ducked his head. “You said that, but I’m still nervous. Humans with my body type aren’t supposed to get pregnant, ever, but it happened to the others. What if some crazy DNA magic bullshit is involved, and I get knocked up, too? It scares me to death!”
I could tell by the frantic way he confessed that this had weighed heavily on his mind. I felt guilty for not easing his worries sooner.
“Not only am I too old to breed, but I have no desire for younglings,” I told him. “To be truthful, I do not want any distractions from you, little human.”
Assistant 23’s eyes went wide as moons. He seemed touched.
“Really?” he asked.
If words were not enough to soothe his worries, I had other avenues of communication. I wanted him to be as certain as I was.
“I can show you, if you allow me,” I offered, raising my feelers.
His green eyes darted to my floating appendages. He seemed less suspicious of them now that we had shared a moment of intimacy.
“Sure,” he conceded.
“Relax for me.”
A soft shudder ran over Assistant 23’s skin, but he obeyed, releasing the tension in his muscles held by habit. When he went limp against me, my feelers floated down to his bare shoulders. As the tips wriggled closer to the surface of his body, he gasped, going stiff and straight.
“Relax,” I repeated.
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he asked. I had already done this once before, without his permission, but he was wired and panicked at the time. I wanted this experience to be different.
“No,” I promised. “It is common for Maeleons to communicate with our feelers. It does not hurt.”
He exhaled and forced himself to relax again. “Okay… Go ahead.”
My feelers’ frilled edges undulated as they approached Assistant 23. The tips brushed his bare shoulders and melted as they entered him, disappearing painlessly beneath the surface of his skin.
Assistant 23 made a soft sound but did not squirm or try to escape. My thoughts and emotions flowed into him. I knew he was experiencing them as if they were his own.
I did not hold anything back. My obsession, my carnal lust, my craven desire for him and him alone. It was raw and honest.
As my thoughts poured into him, I watched my feelers wriggle in his back. To my surprise, I found the sight strangely arousing. It was true that Maeleons communicated with our feelers. The practice was not considered sexual, unless done during intercourse.
But my mind was warped. Even this simple act of communication with the little human aroused me.
And because we were connected, he knew instantly.
Beneath the water, Assistant 23 crossed his legs. But it did not hide the truth. His body reacted to my lust with its own, and his cock hardened between his thighs.
One last ripple of arousal flowed into Assistant 23 before I removed my feelers. My point had already been made, and if I remained in that state any longer, I was in danger of orgasm without a single physical touch.
“Now do you understand?” I asked.
“Yeah. Crystal clear. No kids. No pregnancy.” His voice was thick with emotion and want. “Just… you and me?”
“Yes.”
He let out a reedy laugh, as though he could not believe any of this. “Seriously, of all humans, why me? You don’t even know my name.”
A dark cloud fell over him, and he suddenly went as still as ice.
“You didn’t find out, did you? From your feelers?” he asked urgently.
“No,” I answered. “I did not probe your thoughts. I only allowed you access to mine.”
Assistant 23’s wide eyes softened, but not all the way. “Okay.”
In hindsight, touching him with my feelers without consent was a mistake. But I was better at controlling myself now. Besides, it was much more satisfying for my little human to be honest of his own accord.
“I did not realize you felt sensitive about your name,” I said.
He stood up from the stream and turned to face me. Rivulets of water rolled down his skin, and I stared in fascination at his naked body. It was impossible for me to ignore his cock standing at attention.
“Let’s talk about something else. Like…” He cleared his throat. “Sex.”
My curiosity was piqued. One day, I hoped he would feel comfortable enough to open up about his name. But I had absolutely no intention of turning down his offer.
“Let us,” I agreed.