Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
VROG
I am nearly salivating at the thought of my precious one nude on the other side of the cleansing room door.
Murgul has been selfish with our mate and has not allowed me to get to know her, let alone pleasure her.
It is downright offensive that I have not tasted any portion of her mouthwatering, luscious body, and it is something I fully intend on correcting during the sleep cycle.
Undulating my tongue, I feel the swollen glands full of mating venom that I fully intend to use on our little Starshine.
I will not seal the mate bond, as that is not something she is ready for, but she will sate at least part of my hunger.
The fact that my bite will seal the Atraxian mate bond is neither here nor there; it was bound to happen sooner or later, and my preference is for sooner.
Fortune favors the bold, and I am nothing if not bold.
Murgul, in his pious need to protect Gwendolyn, has not even allowed her to look upon our body without some sort of garment covering our lower half.
Idiocy.
The female told us that she pleasured herself to stories about males that look more similar to us than a human man.
It would stand to reason that she would appreciate our body, rather than abhorring it.
Shaking my head at his short-sightedness, I check on the theroquine and am gratified to see that it is sound asleep before striding into the room Gwendolyn calls the closet, discarding my clothing.
Grinning excitedly, I allow my painfully hard members to extrude and saunter out of the closet just as I hear my little Starshine exiting the cleansing room.
The tic she sees my fully nude form, her jaw drops, and she just stares.
Preening, I inhale, making my chest swell so I am all the more impressive for her to gaze upon, before reaching down to languorously pump my hard flesh.
I know I look far different then the males of her species.
My slick lengths are tapered, growing thicker the closer to my slit you get, and extrude from a slit instead of existing externally.
Both of them are girthy, but when I twine them together, they are massive.
Hissing at the pleasurable sensation of my sensitive flesh rubbing against one another, I slow the motions of my hand to draw out my enjoyment.
Suddenly, her face flushes a becoming red, and she averts her eyes, looking at anything and everything except my magnificence.
Slinking closer to her, I inhale her scent, and to my surprise, I detect a hint of arousal amongst the embarrassment.
“Precious one, there is no need for chagrin. My body is yours to do with as you please, just as I will relish bringing you untold pleasure.”
Leaning down, I rub my cheek against hers in a loving caress before stepping past her and into the cleansing room.
Loving?
Who is the fool now, Vrog? Of course you love her, just as I do.