Chapter 11 Melanie was mine
Melanie was mine
Ghauro
Her sex was leaking. Some of it was my cum, but there was something sticky dripping out of her. I brought my thumb to my nose as I walked back to our house, pretending that I forgot to grab our clothes when in reality, I wanted to check things from the book Zhari had given me.
It did not smell bad, so it probably was not an infection or a wound. In fact, the scent made me want to do more unspeakable things like we did this morning. But it made no sense. She was not in heat, so she should not be secreting these fluids. Not for four more days!
I still needed to check if she was sick. Maybe being here, in an unfamiliar environment had set off a reaction in her body. Maybe a bacteria had taken roots inside of her.
I pulled the book and electronic lens out of her bag and opened the first page, placing the translating device over the words.
Going over each line, I stopped when I read “anatomy” and looked at the different sub-sections. Once my eyes landed on “genitalia,” I quickly turned the pages and found myself staring at a drawing, nearly the spitting image of what I discovered this morning.
My cock twitched and I shook my head, willing my brain to focus.
This whole page did not teach me anything useful except for the names of the important parts between her legs.
I now knew that the little bud at the apex of her core was called a clitoris and I firmly intended to find out all the little sounds playing with it could pull out of her. But nothing about it leaking.
I went back to the first page and found the “common disease” sections.
And now, I was terrified. After reading for ten minutes, I had learned that I needed to check her breasts regularly for lumps and that humans could die from hundreds of different things. Still nothing about leaking sex, and my hands started to shake.
In a last, hopeless effort, I went to the “reproduction” pages and my eyes widened.
“Oh. Oh…”
My wife was not sick. Or infected. She was aroused. Who knew humans could be aroused outside of mating periods?
This section was filled with precious knowledge; including the fact that human females could feel pleasure from a multitude of different ways—including penetrative sex outside of their heat (or ovulations, as humans called it), and that climaxing could cause even more wetness.
She was aroused and wanted me. She had begged me not to stop because she was climaxing. I could fuck her more than a couple of days a month and not only for breeding purposes.
Thanato was more right than I could ever imagine; human females were a blessing.
I walked back to the spring with a tray filled with food and some casual clothes for us to wear, only to find my naked little mate pacing on the side of the water, mumbling to herself with a pensive look on her face. I crouched, setting my findings on the ground and stared at her with a smile.
How was she so perfect?
I strained my ear, trying to listen. Maybe she was singing some foreign tune. Or—
“No, no…it needs to happen fast. Why the hell didn’t I think to ask how long a Tauri - human pregnancy would last?
” My smile widened at the thought Melanie wanted to carry my offspring as soon as possible, only to falter with her next words.
“If it’s like humans, it means I’ll have to stay here for nine months.
Add an extra month to get pregnant if it works from the start, that makes ten. ”
My heart missed a few beats. She’ll have to stay? Was she planning to leave and—
“Then the shuttle back…A couple of weeks? But I’ll have fifty thousands dollos, and it’ll help granny…
” She stilled, her gaze turning to the waterfall with a deep sigh before shaking her head and stomping her foot.
“No. No, no, no stupid heart. Don’t fall for it again.
He just wants to breed me and that’s what he’ll get.
No falling for him. The second I pop the baby, I’m out.
Yes, that’s right. It’s what I need to do.
I can’t abandon Granny.” She stopped again with a frustrated groan.
“Would have been easier if he was a mean brute. Or if he didn’t make me come on his damn monster cock. ”
Monster? I looked at my limp length, arousal gone the second she mumbled about leaving. It was not monstrous…
She thought I only wanted to breed her. Was my attraction to her not obvious? And who was this ‘granny’ she kept mentioning? Was it—Was it a human male back on her planet?
No. Unlike the Virgons and Gemins, I did not share. Melanie was mine. And I would convince her to stay. Even if I had to refrain from my breeding urges.