Chapter 19
My mind and body were at war. I’d never felt such physical bliss and satisfaction like I had inside Naomi’s cunt. At the same time, seeing her face pinch with discomfort as I pulled my still erect cock from her body twisted in my guts like a spear.
The last thing I’d wanted was to hurt her.
If I had known gentling her would end with her in pain I never would have touched her.
The thought of never experiencing the full body explosion again was almost enough to make me think twice, but I knew I couldn’t risk injuring her.
This female was the one good thing in my life, if protecting her meant never letting my cock near her again, I’d do so gladly.
At least now, I could claim she was my mate. Claimed and gentled in the way of turochs, even if I had done a poor job of it. I would find ways to pleasure her, ways that didn’t include that strangled gasp of discomfort she’d done her best to hide.
My stomach pinched as I remembered the strain in her face and the way her jaw had tightened as I sank inside her. What had been the height of pleasure for me had pained my mate. The guilt was enough to suffocate me.
“I am so sorry, Naomi,” I propped myself up beside her and hesitantly smoothed her damp hair from her face.
Even as guilty as I felt, I couldn’t resist touching her now.
Her face was flushed and shining with sweat, her eyes were glassy and her limbs were splayed out like she lacked the strength to control them. She was beautiful.
“Don’t be,” she murmured, her eyes barely open.
“I will never hurt you again,” I promised her, watching my hand stroke from her face down to her still heaving ribs.
I should stop touching her, give her some space, but I couldn’t.
We’d shared something sacred just now, and every cell in my body wanted to be pressed to hers.
This fearless, little human female was my mate, mine.
I would treasure every hair on her head, every touch she let me steal and every moment of her presence.
“Hmm, okay.” A small smile lingered around the corners of her mouth and I couldn’t help but press a kiss to her upper lip.
She reached up and caught my ear in her small hand, keeping my face trapped near hers.
My tail flickered in happiness, despite what I’d just put her through, she still enjoyed my touch.
“Wait.” Her hold on my ear turned crushing. “What do you mean?” Suspicion tinged her tone and I carefully detached her claws from my ear and retreated from the couch. The frown I deserved had finally appeared on my female’s face and I took the coward’s way and headed for the supplies.
“I will not attempt to breed you again,” I said, unable to hide the slump in my shoulders at my words. Mating Naomi had simultaneously been the most glorious and most guilt-ridden experience of my life.
But hurting my mate was not acceptable, I would not knowingly harm her again.
I grabbed a few water tablets from the pile on the floor and popped one into my mouth as I made my way back to Naomi. She’d rolled onto her belly, a flush of pink filled her cheeks as she watched me approach.
“You aren’t serious about never having sex again, are you?” she asked, reaching up for the water tablet I handed her.
I frowned at the question, my tail flicking cautiously against my leg.
“Female, I hurt you.”
Her slim shoulders lifted in a half shrug, hazel eyes meeting mine defiantly.
“So? The first time hurts for a lot of women.”
I clenched my jaw.
“It shouldn’t.” I refused to believe I was made to hurt my mate, that it was unavoidable. A male’s entire purpose was to protect his female, his anatomy shouldn’t injure her unless something had gone wrong. Certainly none of the males I heard bragging about their gentlings had mentioned any pain.
Either human males were brutes or Naomi was lying to spare my feelings. Either way, I would not risk it again.
She sighed and pillowed her chin on her arms, the pose stretching out her naked body and highlighting the curve of her ribs and the dimples right above the globes of her ass. I swallowed hard and forced my eyes back to her face, even as arousal stirred in my groin.
How could I want her again so badly?
“I’m not saying it’s ideal that it hurt. If I’d listened to you and slowed down, we probably could have made it a lot more comfortable. But,” she shrugged like our painful mating was no bother at all to her, the devastating guilt and disappointment I was feeling completely absent from her tone.
“I’ve never had anything inside me before, and you’re not small. So it makes sense things were a little... tight. There’s a lot we can do that’s not penetration if that makes you feel more comfortable.”
My ears pricked at that. All the sex I’d witnessed while in captivity were brief, brutal couplings. I knew where my cock belonged, I knew roughly the motions expected to get the job done, but I hadn’t watched anything that could explain what Naomi was referencing.
If I could pleasure my female without penetrating her, I’d happily devote years to learning the art.
At this point, once we reached her planet, I was willing to follow her around on a leash for the privilege of her company.
Not that Naomi seemed like a female who would enjoy that, I was fairly sure she’d smack me if I offered.
“What else is there?” I asked, my voice already hoarse from anticipation.
Her brows rose and she beckoned me closer.
“Well, you can’t do it from all the way over there.”
I stumbled forward, my eyes scanning every naked inch of her, she was laid out before me like a feast. Naomi was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen and I thanked the ancestors I hadn’t killed her the day she’d fallen into my cell.
“We can use hands,” she murmured, capturing my cock and stroking it slowly from root to tip. “Or mouths.” Naomi twisted to the side, her warm breath brushing over the engorged head of my cock just before her lips wrapped around me and wet heat overtook my senses.
“Ungh.” I jerked back on a groan, barely holding on to my control as I escaped her seductive grasp.
She pouted and flopped back onto her belly when I didn’t come back.
“You barely gave me a chance,” she complained.
“Female,” I grunted, resisting the urge to work my length myself as the sensations she’d triggered raged through me. It had been years since I bothered touching myself. Release never eased the weight in my cock and it was less frustrating to just ignore it.
“I wanted to know how to pleasure you, not have you drive me to the brink of sanity and hurt you again.”
Tiny, white teeth flashed in a smug smile and I lost myself in the mischievous glee in her eyes.
“You can use your hands and mouth on me, too,” she offered. “I’ve just always wanted to try a blow job.”
I didn’t know what a ‘blow job’ was, but I was afraid asking would give her permission to put her mouth on me again and my control would only last so long.
Approaching the couch cautiously, I stared down at her naked back and swallowed down a groan.
If I’d ever pictured being with a female, she hadn’t looked a thing like this small, pink human, but I couldn’t find a single feature I’d change on Naomi.
“How should I touch you?” I asked, hoping she could understand me through the gravel in my throat.
Naomi flicked her hair over her shoulder, baring her neck and shot me a sly smile.
“I’m confident you can figure it out, big guy.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her teasing, even as frustration welled up in my chest. Naomi was the first person to tease me since I left Oska.
She always found a way to make me forget the years of isolation that had led me here.
I didn’t want to fumble through this and hurt her again, I wanted her to tell me exactly what felt good to her so I could repay some of the bliss I’d experienced between her legs.
My ears flicked and I sighed. Naomi had settled her chin back on her crossed arms, her knees bent and her foot swaying hypnotically over her rounded buttocks. She wasn’t going to give me any directions.
Sucking in a breath, I inhaled the scent of mating and Naomi, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
I needed to get us off this cruiser, make us a tent of our own and spend the rest of my life making sure our home smelled of us.
I watched as my hand settled between her shoulder blades, the dark crimson of my skin almost violent against her pale hide.
“You are a beautiful female, Naomi,” I murmured, relishing her softness as I dragged my palm down her spine until I reached her rear.
She shivered under my touch and turned her head just enough to watch me as I explored her.
When she didn’t say anything, I swallowed my worry and focused on touching every smooth inch of her.
The flare of her hips captivated me, and I felt a burst of triumph when she sighed happily as my thumbs dug into the muscles of her thighs.
After a few moments her legs opened just enough for me to glimpse the pink wetness between them.
The smell of her arousal grew heavy and I held back my own shudder.
Every instinct I had was urging me to mount her, knee her thighs apart and lose myself in that slick tightness.
I suspected she wouldn’t stop me, but the thought of leaving her sore and unfulfilled again was more than enough to cool my lust.
I didn’t know much of gentlings, but I knew enough to realize I’d fumbled ours badly. Males were meant to pleasure their mates for hours before completing the bond. I had not come close to achieving that, no matter how forgiving Naomi seemed to be.
Moving slowly, I slid my hands up her thighs until my hand cradled the plush globes of her ass. Naomi moaned quietly and her hair covered her face as her head dropped to her arms.
“This is good?” I asked, my voice harsh in the quiet moment.
She nodded jerkily and tilted her hips, revealing even more of the damp flesh that was calling to me. My thumbs dug into her inner thighs, parting her folds and finding the evidence of our mating still leaking from her.
“Naomi,” I ground out, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight. “I’ve never imagined anything this beautiful.”
Her muscles clenched under my hands and a muffled snort escaped from beneath her tangled hair.
“I’m a mess right now.”
I barely managed to repress my grumble at her words.
“A beautiful mess,” I corrected her, letting go of one thigh to trail my fingers from her flushed entrance to the bud of frilled flesh below it. “Our mess, still dripping from you...”
I was breathing too hard to keep talking, my heart pounding like I was in a rage as I dipped my fingertips inside her just enough to gather some of my seed and smear it over all the feminine beauty spread before me.
I’d never imagined living a moment like this.
“Carn,” she groaned, squirming in my hold. My ears pricked and I forced my eyes back to her face, my fingers still playing with her soaking entrance.
“This is good? This is what I’m supposed to do?”
“Umph.” She braced her knees and pushed her butt into the air, leaving every inch of her exposed to me even as she buried her face in the cushions and groaned like she was dying. “I’m not sure this is how it’s supposed to go, but it’s really, really good.”
“I will keep going,” I promised, returning my attention to her folds and shivering as I watched more seed drip down her trembling thighs.
“I should have done this before mating you,” I realized out loud, wondering how something so obvious had escaped me.
“But then, I would have missed the sight of you dripping with me.”
Naomi’s response was a choked gasp as I sank two fingers inside her. The hot tightness went straight to my groin as if my cock was relieving the moment I’d taken her. Her muscles fluttered around me as I dragged my fingers free and explored the folds of her cunt with our combined wetness.
Even if I never mated her again, feeling her like this, hearing her gasp and moan, watching her thighs quiver as I played with her, I could live a long, happy life with my human mate.
I slowly found a rhythm she responded to. Circling her delicate knot of flesh, tracing the lines that led me back to her entrance, playing with my seed and her slick and repeating it all again and again until she was shaking and sobbing into the couch.
“Don’t stop,” she begged after several minutes, her face flushed and sweaty as her hips jerked towards me. “Please, whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“I will not,” I promised, leaning down to kiss her trembling hip and impulsively nipping the soft curve as my fingers sank into her again. She didn’t seem quite so tight this time, so I added a third finger, praying I didn’t ruin the pleasure I was giving her.
To my surprise, she took the invasion easily, her back arching as she cried out and circled her hips back against me. I kept up the same pattern as she twisted and moaned under my attention until she finally shuddered in release and collapsed on her belly breathing like she’d out run a percer.
“It’s good but too much,” she whimpered brokenly. I reluctantly pulled away from her and took in the aftershocks of her pleasure. She was laying, limp and flushed, her limbs splayed and her eyes glassy.
A smile worked over my face as I stroked her spine and inhaled the scent of her fading arousal. My cock was so hard it might shatter, but I’d gentled my female and she was satisfied.
Maybe there was a bit of turoch left in me after all.