Epilogue #2
The outfit reminded her faintly of something she might once have worn at the Doll House, but there was an enormous difference.
Those costumes had been like armor—they were purely about her performance.
They were something she put on because men paid to look at a version of Terra that didn’t really exist.
This felt different—classier, somehow, despite showing considerably more skin than most of her old stage outfits. Because she had chosen it for one man—her husband.
Terra smiled at her reflection. Then she took a breath and stepped through the vines back into the bedroom. Taurex was standing near the enormous window with his back to her, looking out over the glowing forest.
“Baby?” she said.
He turned around and his eyes went wide.
Terra suddenly felt every bit as nervous as she had the first time she walked onto a stage.
Taurex’s gaze moved slowly from her face downward, and his golden irises darkened with lust.
Terra felt heat spread through her body from the way he was looking at her.
“Well?” she asked, giving him a flirty little smile. She turned in a slow circle, letting him see the open back and the way the lace hugged her ass. “What do you think?”
Taurex swallowed hard.
“I think I am the luckiest male in the known universe.” His eyes raked over her once again. “And the hardest.”
She laughed softly.
“Oh, did I make you hard?”
Terra crossed the distance between them and looked down. The front of Taurex’s formal trousers strained around an enormous shaft that seemed even more intimidating now that she knew they were finally going to do something about it.
Still, she couldn’t resist teasing him. Placing her palm against the bulge, she rubbed slowly, feeling his heat.
Taurex groaned and his eyes closed briefly.
“Terra…lovely one…”
“Yes, baby?” she murmured.
“You know that you’re driving me crazy right now, don’t you?” he growled.
“Maybe.”
She stroked him again through the fabric, marveling at the thickness and length. Her new husband really was hung like a bull.
Taurex groaned and his hips moved involuntarily, thrusting into her hand. Terra felt a thrill—this huge, powerful male who could negotiate with alien governments and kill dangerous men without hesitation was trembling because she was touching him. She loved that.
But after another moment she stopped—not because she didn’t want him—because she did, very much.
She stopped because she wanted to see it again—to hold his bare cock in her hand and feel it inside her.
She looked down at the enormous shape beneath her hand and felt a flicker of nervousness move through her desire at the thought.
But there was no other way to complete their bond and that was what she wanted more than anything.
Taurex’s eyes opened immediately.
“Is there something wrong, lovely one? Why did you stop?” he asked, his voice coming out slightly hoarse.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Terra looked up at him. “I want this, baby. I really, really want to be with you.”
His expression softened.
“But?”
Terra nodded toward the front of his trousers.
“But your equipment is huge.”
Taurex glanced downward as though he had somehow forgotten what was there and Terra laughed nervously.
“I mean, I want to do this, but how? I mean, I saw it when we were in your bathing pool. But seeing something and thinking, ‘wow, that’s enormous,’ is very different from realizing you’re actually planning to put it inside me.”
Taurex’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t laugh at her. Instead, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“Please don’t fear me, lovely one—I would never hurt you. And we will not proceed unless your body is ready.”
“I know that,” Terra assured him. “I’m just wondering how we’re going to manage this. I mean, I’m just not sure how my body is ever going to be that ready.”
He cupped her cheek in one big hand.
“You don’t need to fear. I can help you take me.”
She looked up at him.
“How?”
“All Monstrum males have a compound in our saliva that assists our mates in accommodating us,” Taurex told her.
“What? Really?” Terra couldn’t conceal her surprise. “That’s a thing?”
“It most definitely is ‘a thing,’” Taurex rumbled. “It is a biochemical compound. When absorbed by a female’s intimate tissues, it increases elasticity and relaxation.”
She stared at him.
“So you’re telling me your saliva is basically alien sexual lubricant?”
Taurex frowned.
“That is an oversimplification.”
“But not an inaccurate one,” she pointed out.
He considered for a moment.
“Well…no.”
Terra couldn’t help laughing.
“Of course you have magic sex spit.”
“It is not magical,” he objected.
Terra put a hand on her hip.
“Everything on this ship is alive, your Goddess talks directly to you, and you have spit that makes giant alien anatomy fit inside human women. I’m calling it magic.”
Taurex sighed.
“Very well, you can call it anything you want. You simply have to let me taste you again. Can you do that, lovely one?”
As he spoke, his expression changed. His eyes went half-lidded again, his gaze moving downward over her body
Terra’s stomach clenched deliciously as memories of their first time together flooded back immediately. Taurex between her thighs…his mouth moving over her body…. his tongue teasing her until she moaned for him.
“I…I think I can do that.” Her voice came out breathless.
Taurex stepped closer.
“Good. Because I can’t wait to spread your thighs and lick your soft little pussy.”
His voice had become low and rough, and he was giving her that hungry look again.
Terra’s nipples tightened beneath the lace of her teddy, and she suddenly felt hot and wet between her thighs.
“All…all right,” she whispered.
“Good.” He lifted one hand and traced the backs of his fingers lightly over her cheek. “Then lie down on the bed and open yourself for me.”
His command, spoken in that low, rough voice, sent a shiver of pure anticipation through her.
Terra turned and walked the few steps to the massive bed grown from the ship’s living wood, its surface covered in soft, silky moss and draped with tiny flowers that shimmered in the ambient light.
She could feel the big Monstrum’s gaze on her back—on the see-through lace of the teddy and the strip of bare skin above the matching panties.
She climbed onto the mattress, the living material warm and yielding beneath her knees.
Her heart was pounding with anticipation and her nipples felt tight and sensitive under the white lace.
She lay back against the pillows, the pose feeling both vulnerable and powerfully sexy.
The little white teddy rode up her thighs and stretched tight across her front, the lace cups barely containing her breasts.
The satin ribbon resting between them was tied in a loose bow.
Below, the crotchless panties did their job perfectly, leaving her pussy completely exposed to him.
Taurex approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn’t join her yet, though—he stood at the foot of the bed, his golden eyes drinking her in, his expression one of ravenous hunger.
Slowly, he began to undress. His formal jacket was shrugged off broad shoulders. The shirt beneath followed, revealing the sculpted, powerful expanse of his chest. Then his hands went to the fastening of his trousers.
Terra watched, her mouth going dry. When the fabric finally parted and fell away, she let out a soft, involuntary gasp.
Thick, long, his cock curving proudly upward from a thatch of dark hair. She’d thought that she knew how big he was, but now memory shrank in comparison to reality. He was much, much bigger than she remembered.
But Taurex didn’t give her much time to admire him. He knelt on the bed between her spread thighs, his own immense form making the spacious mattress seem suddenly smaller. He didn't touch himself…he simply looked at her, his gaze hot and focused and filled with need.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured, his voice thick. “My mate…my wife.”
The word, “wife,” wrapped in such raw desire, made Terra’s heart swell.
“My husband,” she murmured. “Come here—I want you.”
“I want you too—so fucking much,” he growled.
Terra shivered. She loved it when her normally cool and logical Monstrum got so hot he cursed.
He leaned forward, but not to enter her—not yet.
His big hands settled on her inner thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just beside the white lace edges.
Then he used his fingers to gently hook the sides of her crotchless panties, his touch framing her naked pussy, holding her open for his view.
“So perfect,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on her pussy. “Pink and wet and all for me. My beautiful, brave Terra.”
A flush of heat swept over her skin, and she bit her lower lip as he lowered his head. Oh God, why was she so nervous? He’d tasted her before. Maybe it was because she knew that tasting was going to lead to other things this time…
Taurex’s first touch was his breath—warm and damp—against her sensitive inner pussy, making her hips buck involuntarily. Then came his tongue. He licked a long, slow path from the mouth of her pussy all the way up to her throbbing clit, teasing her with wet heat.
“Mmm,” he hummed, the vibration against her most sensitive flesh making her jump. “You taste like heaven, lovely one. Like mine.”
Terra’s pulse was pounding, and she could hardly hold still.
“I…I am yours,” she told him.
“Good. Because I never want to stop tasting you,” he growled.
Then he did it again…and again and again—each slow, savoring stroke of his tongue building the fire in her belly higher. He swirled around her entrance and dipped the tip of his tongue inside, making her hips lift off the bed with a soft cry, before focusing on her clit with soft, persistent laps.
He clearly wasn’t in a hurry to get to the “main event,” Terra thought. He was taking his time, relearning her, worshipping her pussy with his tongue, letting the special compound he had spoken about soak into her tissues.