Chapter Forty-Nine Davix
Krish and Zann have gone to prepare food for when Corrina wakes, but I cannot bring myself to leave the nest. A part of it is because I can hardly believe that she is here, safe, with us.
And a part of it is because it simply fills me with joy to see her like this – peaceful and naked in my arms. And absolutely saturated with our scents.
The thought of filling her again makes my cock ache inside its sheath, straining to be free to feel her touch and her warmth again.
I do not want to exhaust her too much, though.
Corrina is a strong and healthy female, but her injuries were severe.
She needs to rest and recover, and yet I already long to be buried inside her warmth again, to feel her inner muscles squeezing the seed from my cock.
I growl at myself silently in frustration.
Such thoughts make it difficult to resist waking her so that we can pleasure one another more.
No. I will resist. She should rest. But I will cuddle her while she sleeps. She enjoys that as well.
I scoot closer to her in the nest and reach out a hand, rearranging us carefully so that her head rests on my chest and my arm curls around her back.
In her sleep, she drags one leg to hook over my outstretched legs and her arm drapes across my chest in her sleep.
I curl my tail around her ankle, wanting to touch her with as much of me as I can.
This is much better. I feel my mind and body settle with her close to me.
This is where she belongs. This is where we belong. Together.
I do not mean to fall asleep, but the next thing I know is Corrina tracing her fingers up and down my chest. I rumble silently, my chest vibrating even though no sound comes out.
I feel her smile and the warmth of her breath against my skin.
My arm curls around her shoulder and I pause, tracing over the scarred skin.
I feel her tense beside me and push myself to a sitting position.
“What happened?” I sign, stroking my fingers gently over her shoulder.
“One of my first missions,” Corrina says softly.
“Our squad got pinned down. I was covering our flank and got caught by blaster fire. Curran came back for me and was able to get us to cover, but it was hours before we were able to be extracted. And when I finally got to a med bay, I wasn’t the only one injured.
They didn’t have the time or inclination to do anything about scarring.
Just patched me up and sent me back out.
” She shrugs. “I knew this was a dangerous career when I started.” She hesitates as if she wants to say something more but doesn’t.
“Tell me,” I sign encouragingly.
“I had a lover who wanted me to have it fixed so it wouldn’t look like a scar. Said it was unattractive.”
“Idiot,” I sign emphatically.
“I thought so too,” Corrina says with a half smile. “But it was also more than that. That scar, and all the other ones I’ve acquired through the years – they’re proof that I survived. And I feel like that means something.”
“It does,” I sign. I hesitate a moment, then capture her hand in mine and bring it to the wide, jagged scar at my throat. I feel her fingers just barely brush my skin.
“What happened?” she whispers.
“We were just kits,” Krish says, stepping into the room with Zann right behind him.
He glances at me as if to ask permission to share my story, and I nod.
“We were observing a hunt, and a few of the serrex got spooked and took off towards us. We all ran, but one of them changed course and Davix got caught right in the throat. A horn tore right through his neck.” Krish climbs into the nest and rests a hand on my arm.
“They told us he’d never survive,” he continues softly.
“That it would be kinder to just let him die.”
“But he is our brood brother. How could we not try to save him?” Zann adds. “The recovery took a long time, but we nursed him back to health eventually. His voice never came back, but we learned to communicate in our own way.”
“Wait, you created the language you use?” Corrina asks, staring at me curiously.
“Not all created. Changed. Added,” I sign.
“It’s based on hunting signals,” Zann offers. “We added to it.”
“That’s amazing,” she says, and I can’t help but smile and hold my shoulders a little straighter at her praise.
“You are amazing,” I sign back at her with a smile. I grin wider when she leans forward to kiss me. “Are you feeling rested?” I sign hopefully.
“I am,” Corrina grins. “Give me a minute,” she says, climbing out of the nest and heading towards the bathroom.
A moment later, we hear her exclaim “what the fuck?” and all three of us rush into the small chamber.
“What is it?” Zann growls, scanning the room for any sign of danger.
She just stares at us wordlessly, her hand extended. I glance at her fingers where some of the thick gel that forms the breeding plug is stuck to her fingers. “Do you know what this is?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
“It is a breeding plug,” Zann replies. “It traps our seed inside you. Should I not have done that?” Corrina stares at us in silence for a long moment, and I can practically see her mind processing the information.
“That’s, that’s different. I guess that would explain why I didn’t wake up in a giant wet spot,” she mumbles to herself.
“I have made another mistake,” Zann says sadly. “I only want to try and make you happy, but maybe we are too different.”
“No. You haven’t done anything wrong,” Corrina insists, reaching out for him.
She makes a face when she realizes that she has grabbed Zann with the same hand covered with remnants of the plug.
“There are just some differences that I, that we, weren’t entirely prepared for.
We’ll just have to communicate about these things.
” She glances down at herself. “Do we need to remove it?”
“If you want more sex, then yes,” Zann replies. “Though it might be messy to remove.” He glances at the bathing stall. “We should do it in here,” he gestures, stepping in.
“Humans do not create a plug after sex?” Krish asks curiously.
“They do not,” Corrina says with a chuckle.
“So, the male’s seed just spills out after he deposits it?” Krish continues.
“Um, yeah. Pretty much,” Corrina replies.
Zann starts the water, waiting for the steam to rise before pulling Corrina under the spray.
He drops to his knees and slides his hands between her legs to slowly massage the plug free.
Our combined seed floods from Corrina when the plug is removed, and she lets out a gasp.
“Exposed genitalia, lost seed. It is a wonder humans are able to procreate at all,” Krish mutters.
Corrina looks at him and then lets out a long, loud laugh.