CHAPTER 10 #2
While Razul makes dinner, I refuse to be set down, instead cuddling in the sling. When I bore of that, I clamber over him, earning bewildered laughter as I climb to stand on his shell, gripping his shoulders to balance as I look over his shoulder.
He leans his cheek toward mine, and I nuzzle against him as he slices fruit for me. Razul hums contentedly to himself, offering pieces of fruit up to me as he works.
There are two new kinds I haven’t seen: a peach-like fruit with white flesh, which I approve of, and tiny orange berries, which I immediately spit back into his hand with an unhappy wail.
Razul gives me a slice of better fruit in apology.
After dinner, he offers me another bottle of that irresistible golden syrup. I want it from his cock directly, and I keep trying to climb around him to get there, but he holds me firmly against his chest with one arm, catching my wrist under his thumb.
I wriggle, determined, but amidst my protests Razul manages to get the polymer nipple in my mouth.
When that milk and honey flavor spills across my tongue, my resolve melts. I relax into his grip, held like a babe or a foal, and accept my meal.
It makes my belly warm and my breasts even warmer. I crave more from his cock, but the fullness makes me docile. When Razul sets me in my basket, I snuggle into it, lazing back even as I rub my thighs together, chasing sensation.
Razul sets my basket on the counter, then leans over me. He works his fingers through me as he drinks from my breasts. All the sensation makes me ache for release, but Razul keeps every touch gentle enough that my desperation never overcomes my sleepiness.
When my breasts are empty, his thumb circling over my clit treats me to a gentle, soothing orgasm.
I sigh contentedly, dozing in my basket, totally and utterly at peace.
A dark, cold wind drags humid tendrils along my skin, making me shiver. The leaf litter is as deep and thick as mud, threatening to swallow me as I trudge beneath Sherexis.
This isn’t right. Where’s the desert? Where’s the warmth?
Awareness pangs like a spike of pain from an old scar. Words I’ve heard too many times echo. You’ve been reassigned.
The desert is gone. I’ll never see it again.
I stand on a steel platform, where a cold, empty starship waits for me.
Obediently, I drag myself inside, even as my instincts scream that I’m walking down the throat of a slumbering monster.
I stumble through a maze of halls until I find a supply closet where I’m sure I’m alone. When the door latches behind me, it’s as if my bones turn to liquid, and I collapse into the dark corner, already sobbing.
For twenty years, every time the ICSS sent me somewhere new, I just wanted to curl up in a corner and cry.
For twenty years, I never did.
Now, I give up. Even my stubbornness has abandoned me. I’ll be stuck in a metal box for the rest of my life.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make Razul love me.
The trial period is over, and so is all the happiness I’ve ever known.
And it’s all my fault. I’m sure of it.
What did I do wrong?
My sobs rise to panicked wails as I curl into a tighter ball, desperately trying to escape the spiraling cyclone that scrapes my chest hollow, leaving only ringing pain behind. I can’t breathe, I can’t think beyond the relentless question:
What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?!
Darkness closes around me, threatening to swallow me whole.
I think I might let it.
But it’s not just darkness.
There’s also warmth.
I feel my breath in my lungs. Too fast, too shallow, but there.
The pressure around me remains steady, gentle. My cheek against a chest. Arms around my shoulders.
Razul.
I let out a pathetic wail as I throw my arms around his neck, squeezing tight. I’m sure I’ll be pried away, scolded for my outburst.
But his arms stay folded around me, and his fingers find my hair. He speaks soothing words over me, and I tighten my grip around his neck. My thoughts fade and soften. He strokes my back.
Then there are two taps behind my ear, and I forget what they mean until his low, crooning words form in my brain.
“You’re alright, Celeste. It was just a nightmare. I’m here. You’re alright.”
My breath shudders and deepens as the panic drains from my limbs.
It was just a nightmare. It was just a nightmare.
Razul brushes my tangled hair back from my face. “Stay here, sweet girl. Stay soft.”
I press tighter into his neck, dragging my lips across his skin, as if I need every nerve to feel him at once, to prove that this is real.
“Good girl. Just like that. You were talking in your sleep, I…” His voice cracks.
The memory rushes through me in a violent sob, and I cling tighter.
Razul keeps one arm tight around my waist and rubs my back with the other.
I hate that I can’t control myself, as twenty-plus years of pain and fear pour out of me. I’m in no state to stop the deluge, but it surprises me with how quickly it runs its course.
Maybe all I ever needed was to feel safe.
When my breath steadies, Razul leans back and dries my cheeks with his palms.
“Celeste, can you do something for me?”
I nod into his touch, and it doesn’t even occur to me to use my voice.
“Forget about any notion of trial periods. Forget what those words even mean. You’re mine now, do you understand?”
My breath hitches, and another wave of emotion pours down my cheeks.
Razul catches every drop. “Do you understand, Celeste?”
I don’t. It doesn’t make sense. I’m nothing but—
Razul pulls me against his chest, and his massive hand folds around my head, pressing me into his warmth and the rapid beat of his heart. I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to.
“You’re mine.”
A shaking breath escapes me as I wrap my arms as far around his broad chest as I can, squeezing tight.
He makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr, and the vibrations sink into my bones as his grip tightens around me.
My forebrain quiets. Words fall away; they don’t hold the answer I seek.
It’s coded in the rapid pulsing of his heart, written in the rise and fall of his chest that catches, just for a moment, before resuming its steady strength.
And it’s echoed in the warmth that blooms at my core, unfurling petal by petal, for the first time in a long time—or maybe for the first time ever.
I nod against his chest. Then I nod again, and again, as the truth sinks in, heartbeat by heartbeat. Then the nod becomes a nuzzle as I try to bring as much of my body into contact with him as I possibly can.
His quiet, firm whisper falls over me. “Mine forever.”
The illusory contract ringing my wrist pulses warmly, as if assuring me these words are true.
I cling tighter to Razul, whimpering with a fragile, unfamiliar emotion that might be joy.
Razul leans my head back and brushes his lips against mine.
My breath catches, and I part for him.
He kisses me deep and slow, as if his tongue aims to learn every part of me.
My fingers tangle in his hair, tightening, as my throat opens further for him.
This is a conversation that runs so much deeper than words.
Razul carries me to the circular bedroom and reclines on the pillows, holding me against his chest. I kiss him eagerly, breath quickening as I straddle his humanoid stomach, hungry for more skin against skin.
He’s infuriatingly patient, as if savoring every moment, slowly devouring a delicacy that refuses to be rushed.
His fingers sink deep into my muscles, dimpling my plush thighs and hips. The steady pressure forces me to relax, to accept the intensity of his attention.
Razul adjusts under me, then something warm and wet presses between my legs.
I whimper eagerly as Razul’s cock parts me, and the stretch makes my eyes roll back.
He cradles my face, then kisses the gasp from my lips as his cock throbs, swelling.
Razul starts a slow, steady pace, hitting every inner place just right. I whimper as my arousal drips down my inner thighs, wetting Razul’s stomach.
His kisses drift across my face and shoulders as his fingers alternate between caressing my hips and my breasts where they press against his chest.
I whimper with pleasure and overwhelm at the tenderness, approaching my edge slowly this time. His cock is so thick, and it reaches so deep, and every thrust sends my cunt fluttering.
My breath tightens, whimpers rising into whines.
Razul’s breath shakes under me, and his heat fills me, overflowing between my legs.
He cups my face, finding my gaze. There’s a ruddy flush under his cheeks, and he looks at me like I’m a revelation.
Heat coils at my core, and I gasp.
Razul’s hands sink into my hips, rocking me against his stomach in time with his thrusting. The rhythmic pressure on my clit coupled with his cock hitting my inner spots is too much to handle.
I tremble, drawing in one last ragged gasp before I fall apart. The pleasure starts deep in my core, centered around the movement of his cock, then blossoms through my clit and floods my body in a blazing wave.
Razul pulls my mouth to his, kissing me deeply as his cock thrusts harder, sending me into a second climax.
Milk leaks from my breasts, running down his chest and sides.
Every squeeze of Razul’s hands and throb of his cock seems to say, Mine, mine, mine.
I moan with every perfect wave, and pleasure beyond what I thought possible carves itself into my neurons, ruining me for life.
RAZUL
I really meant to kiss her back to sleep, but I can’t keep my cock out of her.
And fuck, she loves it. Every eager whimper, every greedy squeeze—I’m powerless to deny her what she craves.
There is no greater satisfaction in this universe than watching her fall apart, leaning on my chest and squeezing around my cock. Every wave of pleasure, every moan of bliss, every whimper of ecstasy is a sweet victory, and I can’t get enough.
There are things I wish to tell her. Like how the pickier she is, the more I love pleasing her. The harder she makes it, the less I can resist it.
If I told her, she wouldn’t believe me.
So I will show her through every meticulously sampled piece of fruit, every precise and patient touch.
I will show her the pleasure I take in cleaning her play area, in bathing her body, in having her tucked against my chest.
As the spasms of her orgasm slow, I take a deep breath to steady myself. I gently ease her off my cock and turn her over, resting her back against my chest as I push upright.
“I have a treat for you, sweet girl.”
Celeste perks up at the sound of my voice, though her gaze remains sleepy and unfocused.
I reach down for my cock, curling my abdomen tighter and pressing the end to her lips.
She mews happily and opens her mouth, licking and sucking for her favorite flavor.
“That’s it. You’re going to get… ngh… everything you want…”
My eyes roll back as I tip over the edge, abdomen spasming and sending a thick surge of white through my transparent cock.
Celeste moans as the first spurt hits her tongue, then she opens her throat and shoves my cock deep, letting it pulse straight into her belly.
Stars above, she’s divine. My pleasure redoubles under her gentle touch, shaft throbbing in her tight, hot throat. My hands slide to her belly as it swells with my seed, and the high that swirls through my mind is nothing short of addictive.
She watches my abdomen spasm and seems to love the sight, squeezing her hands around my length in time with every throb.
Finally, I shudder, and the spasms slow. Celeste pulls my tip back into her mouth, tasting every drop as she swallows the end of my climax. She sucks until my fluid runs gold again, then I gently remove my sore cock from her mouth and hands, letting it slide back into my abdomen.
I gently massage her breasts and belly, and Celeste leans heavily against me, head lolling on my chest.
I pet a hand down her throat, which vibrates with her contented moans.
My chest warms as I sing her a soothing lullaby, lips brushing against her ear.
She sighs and nuzzles into me, a picture of contentment.
Her responses to me are the greatest gifts.
I adjust her slightly, then curl over her, bringing her nipple to my mouth. I control my hunger, sucking gently so she can remain in that restful, blissed-out state.
Her hands find my hair again, kneading and tugging.
I sigh with pleasure as her flavor fills my mouth: so rich and perfect. Her other breast leaks sympathetically, and I massage it, earning little mews and moans from her lips.
It feels like a waste to let her leak so much without a bottle ready to catch it, but she can produce so much more than I could possibly drink.
I’m sure once I tell this to Sylvus, he’ll devise a scheme for profit, which I may indulge in, if only to spoil her more.
Sylvus collects human artifacts, and I wonder if there might be something from Earth she’d like, some pet or toy or game.
But for now, every drop is mine and mine alone, to drink or spill as I please.
And there is no sweeter indulgence, no greater abundance, than to let her hot milk drip between my fingers.
I lean back to kiss her cheek, then grip her nipples and tug, letting a surge of hot milk flow from both at the same time.
Celeste cries out with pleasure and relief, chest heaving under her breasts.
I milk her and drink from her until my abdomen is drenched and full with her heat.
As I squeeze the last of her milk from her breasts, she turns over, snuggling against my neck.
I should get up. I should clean us off and take the blankets to the river—and I should have known better than to think I could keep them dry this time.
But this precious, perfect creature is too content. Her soft, warm body spreads across me, tucked in just-so, such that any movement threatens to disturb her.
So I stay. I pet her hair. I rub her cheeks.
I’ll stay as long as she needs, as long as she wants, as long as her face glows with that gorgeous peace.
I’ll stay by her side forever.
She’s mine.
And I am completely and utterly hers.