Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jon
T he next hour was one of the most joyful of my entire life. Kitty directed me to hang the ornaments on the tree, and I followed her instructions. I learned that the decoration I had thought was a pair of testicles was actually her attempt as a child to make something she had called a snowman. I had never been on a planet with enough snow to make a snowman, at least not as a child when such things were attempted, even for Gnaggarrians of such a low rank as myself.
I pushed the thought aside, just enjoying spending time with Kitty. The kiss we had shared was the most powerful of my entire existence. The promise of more sustaining me as we finished decorating her tree. I bent my head to breathe in her delicious scent whenever she came near, which I made sure to do frequently. My cocks had been hard almost constantly, and I was ready to toss her over my shoulder and carry her to her sleeping platform .
“Can you hang the angel right on the very top of the tree, please?” she asked, as if I could deny her anything. Even having only known her for one day.
There was something about Kitty, something that pulled at me deep inside. Something that I couldn't have denied even if I'd wanted to.
I knew that I only had mere hours before I had to leave, but the thought of leaving without her tore at my heart.
Don't think about it.
“Anything you want.” It was closer to the truth than I care to admit. Considering my height, it was easy for me to reach the very top of the tree and I placed the angel as carefully as I could.
I took a step back, glancing at Kitty. The smile lit up her face was worth moving entire planets.
“Thank you so much,” she said. “I would never have been able to get it done so quickly, especially with this.” She gestured toward her foot that I had insisted she place on a stool. She had tried to stand, but had become tired, so I had insisted she sit.
“It was my pleasure.” I grinned. The light-hearted expression felt natural around Kitty, and I wondered at the change that had come over me.
“Now, let me take care of you.” I walked slowly toward Kitty and held out my hand. I was asking her to accept me, to accept everything I could offer her.
She looked from my hand to me and back to my hand once more. I watched her face, the play of emotions pulling something deep inside me. She hesitantly placed her hand in mine, her fingers small against my larger palm. “Don't hurt me.”
“Never.” I felt a rush of affection for this small, brave woman that was rapidly overprinted by something more primal and fierce.
Mine.
Maybe not forever, but definitely for the next few hours.
I drew her to her feet, helping her balance on her one good foot. I braced my hands on her waist and lifted her into my arms, carrying her easily down the hall to her bedroom.
“Jon?”
“Yes?” I settled her gently to sit on the side of her bed, and dropped to my knees in front of her to pull her one remaining shoe from her foot, letting it drop to the floor, followed by her socks.
“Promise you won’t hold back?” She wriggled her toes, and I gently massaged her good foot, being careful not to bump her injured one. “If this is our only chance…”
I growled, surprising myself at how I felt at the thought of leaving her. “Let me give you pleasure, my—” I barely stopped myself from calling her my mate “—my Kitty.”
She lay back on her elbows on the bed and moaned; her legs falling open slightly. “Yes, Jon. Yes.”
I stood, sliding my hands over her legs to reach the waistband of her leggings. I hooked my fingers inside and paused, lifting my head to meet her eyes. “I want to see all of you. I want to taste you here—” I slid a hand between her legs, which opened wider at my touch, the heat of her cunt seeping through her clothes “—and see your face as I help you find your pleasure.”
She moaned, her head falling backward on the bed. “Yes,” she cried, lifting her hips and pushing at her leggings.
I tugged the garment off quickly, catching her underwear with my thumbs and pulling both pieces of clothing clear of her body. My breath caught at the sight and scent of her. My eyes were drawn to her glistening folds, wet with arousal. I could smell her delicious perfume, better than anything I had ever smelled before. She was mine. I couldn’t hold back a groan of pleasure at the scent of her cunt, so mouth watering.
“Kitty,” I growled, my voice unrecognizably low. “I want to taste you. I want to make you mine.”
“Yes,” she cried, her hips writhing on the bed. Still kneeling on the floor before her, I slid my hands up the inside of her milky white thighs. I tried to bend forward, but the fabric of the too-small shirt pulled across my shoulders.
With a frustrated grunt, I freed my arms from the offending garment and tossed it across the room to hit the floor with a soft thud. I made quick work of the trousers, pushing them past my hips to my knees and kicking them free.
Finally, I was naked.
Kitty gasped, her eyes going wide, and her mouth dropping open. “I thought I'd dreamed that you had two.” She pushed herself up on her elbows to stare at my erect cocks.
“Don't your men have two?” I asked. I looked down at my groin where my two cocks jutted toward her. I imagined what I would look like with only one cock and grimaced.
All Gnaggarrian males had two cocks, although most weren't as blessed as I. The topmost cock was slightly shorter than the one underneath, with a smooth top edge and a multitude of ridges on the underside. The head was larger and slightly bulbous than the lowermost cock, which was thicker, and where the topmost cock had ridges underneath, the lower one had large veins traversing the outside in a spiral pattern. This was normal to me, and I wondered what was so strange that had her eyes about to pop out of her head. “Is there something wrong?”
She gulped, swallowing visibly before answering. “No, there's nothing wrong. Quite the opposite.” She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head to leave her sitting naked before me. In the chilled air, I could see her rosy nipples tightening to stiff peaks, the heft of her generous breasts spilling to each side as she lay back down on the bed.
I drank the sight of her like a dying man in the desert drinks water. If this was the only time I had with her, then I was going to commit everything to memory. Every sigh, every freckle on her skin, every gasp and smile.
It was all mine. At least for a few hours.
And then you’ll leave her.
I refused to think about leaving her. I was here now, and she was mine.
I dropped to my knees before her and parted her thighs. She watched me through half hooded eyes, her bottom lip drawn between those neat little white teeth. I groaned, gripping the base of my cocks with my hand to prevent myself from spilling at the enticing picture she presented to me. “You are the most unbelievably beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life. Look at you.” I ran my eyes over her, drinking in every bit of pale skin, and watched as a flush spread up her neck and across her chest, rising rapidly with her breasts. “I'm going to worship you.”