21. Az
Az
My Lois managed to communicate with her mother for almost three hours in the end. Pax had wanted to wrap things up much sooner, but I did some communicating of my own to him with a singular look that I hope he read correctly as ‘don’t even fucking try it’.
She had been so incredibly happy.
There were tears as well. Which was concerning.
But somehow, she had managed to smile widely, though her cheeks were wet, and her nose was snotty.
And it hit me like a rogue drakball to the chest at how beautiful this little creature truly is.
Because Goddess-damn-it, she was a mess.
But she was gorgeous.
Once her mother had finally relented and believed that Lois was, in fact, her daughter, the two had talked on all manner of topics.
On how Lois had ended up three systems away, living with us, of course, and of other things, such as how this ‘Mr Callahan’ character had been supportive when Lois’ mother had launched all manner of searches for her missing daughter.
Once it had been established that word of this conversation could not spread beyond those present on both ends, and that it was impossible for my Lois to return to her native planet, one human female was insistent on learning whether Lois was being treated well…
the other was fixated on why ‘Mr Callahan’ now lives with her mother.
Beyond that, joyful conversation seemed to flow out of them both like the pink waters of the southern babbling brooks.
Pax had gotten bored and wandered off halfway through. But I had not. I could have listened to my female talk until the sun came up.
Pax had needed to disable the connection and wipe any trace of it from DJ’s system after an emotional goodbye from both humans.
But he had promised them that they could speak again at a later date.
In all honesty, I think he only made said promise because female tears tend to make him uncomfortable.
“And honestly, I just can’t believe Mrs Pritchard would complain about Mom keeping her Christmas lights up for so long-”
This ‘Mrs Pritchard’ person had repeatedly been mentioned over the course of the humans’ conversation – apparently a neighbor of Lois’ mother who makes it her business to regulate everyone else’s ‘front yard’… whatever that is.
“I mean, as far as everyone knows, the woman has lost her daughter, you know? Show a little compassion,” Lois says, gesturing with her hands as we ride the cruiser on auto back to my apartment. “And don’t get me started on Mr Callahan-”
“He seemed like a genuine male,” I offer.
Lois tilts her head and looks up at me from beneath her brow in a way that suggests she thinks I need to reevaluate that statement.
“Is he? Or was he an opportunist who preyed on a vulnerable woman while she was distraught about losing me?”
I let out a short laugh and shake my head. “I wouldn’t rule it out, but he seems to care for your mother. Sometimes, people are exactly who they present themselves to be.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but promptly closes it again, and I find myself wishing I could chase those words down her throat to see what they were.
Possibly with my tongue.
And it’s that thought, paired with the way Lois eyes me, her gaze looking me over from horn to toe and back again, that causes my fangs to start to slide down from my gums.
“And who do you present yourself to be, Prince Az, celebrated First Drak Rider of the Northern Principality?”
Now, I don’t normally enjoy any kind of formality when it comes to myself and my titles. Leave all that pomp and ceremony I’ve grown up with down to the important brother, Kiahn, you know? But the way Lois had just said it?
Makes me want to challenge K for the top spot just a little bit, I won’t lie.
I lean into her space, my eyes honing in on the way her plump bottom lip is caught between her teeth. “I’ll be exactly who you need me to be, little Lois,” I murmur, my voice rough and low.
Her gaze drops to my mouth now, and I make sure to point out my right fang with the tip of my tongue. “Yeah?”
I’m poised to answer, lips parted on the first syllable of the first word, when my Lois pounces on me.
Her lips take mine, and it is such a wonderful, delicious, delightful surprise that I can’t help the groan that slips from my throat as she climbs onto my lap.
She’s straddling me.
Lois is straddling me.
I think I might fucking pass out.
“Who do you need me to be, Lois?” I murmur into our kiss before her tongue slides against my fang.
She pulls away, and I chase her instantly, but she pushes me back against the cruiser seating again with a hand to my chest. “I need you to be someone who stays very still while I thank you properly for being so sweet to me,” she practically purrs.
I barely manage to let out the single-word question, “Sweet?” when she slinks down to a kneeling position between my splayed knees.
I… do not know what is happening, but I am loving every second of it.
It’s when Lois’s little human hands start sweeping up and down my thighs as she eyes the very obvious bulge at my crotch that I start babbling.
“Sweet. Yeah, I can be sweet. Whatever-” I lick my lips, my hips lifting of their own accord as she continues to stroke up and down my thighs.
“Whatever you-you n-” I almost buck clean out of my seat when Lois’ hand brushes over my cock and gives it a squeeze through the taut fabric, “-eed! Whatever you need, Lois. Just – uh – just keep touching me, please, for the love of The Four, just keep doing that.”
She chuckles under her breath and looks up at me through her lashes.
And she may well be Nex, Goddess of Death in the flesh, because I swear my heart could stop at any moment.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to hold still while I figure out a way to thank you,” she reminds me, her hand smoothing over my covered cock again.
My head tips back, and I suck in a breath. “Right, right, uh-”
When I feel Lois unlacing my pants, I can see stars behind my eyelids.
Those stars start exploding when I feel her reach in, wrap her hand around my length, and pull my cock out.
“Oh, shit,” I murmur, throwing an arm over my eyes and rolling my head from side to side on the headrest. Lois is stroking my cock again.
This is not a fucking drill.
My Lois has my cock in her ha-
The sudden feeling of something soft, wet, and warm enveloping my cockhead makes my head snap up.
And what I see…
The image will stay with me to the grave.
It might actually put me in the grave, too.
Because Lois is-
She’s-
Lois is sucking on my cock.
I’ve heard of other species engaging in this act, of course. But us Xavianns? We don’t-
“Oh, holy shit, Lois, please-”
She is taking more of me, her lips stretched around my girth as she bobs her head up and down, sucking.
“Please, please, please,” I babble, gripping the white leather of the seat on either side of my legs.
If I don’t – I may well grab her and haul her up here to bond-bite her pretty little throat.
The urge to make her mine is so incredibly strong right now because it feels like she already fucking owns me.
Is this… is this a human female’s version of a bond bite? It might as well be. I’m gone. She’s got me. I’m hers. I’m-
“Ah, fuck!” I grunt, losing myself to the bliss she’s giving me. Lois had continued to suck and bob, her tongue swirling around my cockhead, but then she’d cupped my sack and-
When my vision comes back into focus, it’s to see Lois swallowing and sitting back with a smug look on her pretty little human face.
She’s incredible.
I, on the other horn – professional athlete that I am – am panting for my life.
“You-” I swallow, trying to calm my breathing. “You-”
“I just sucked your cock,” Lois supplies, getting up and sitting back in her seat beside me.
I nod my head enthusiastically.
“And it’s a good job DJ is powered down to conserve energy. I wouldn’t have wanted her to witness her mom doing that kind of- whoa!” she exclaims, freezing as she looks down at my thighs.
Or rather, the leather of the seat beside my thighs. The very ruined leather of the seat beside my thighs.
“You ripped it?! Az, that’s like… really thick leather. How the fuck did-”
I can’t take it any longer. As she reaches over to touch the damage my death-grip had on the cruiser’s upholstery, I grab her face and drag her to my lips.
* * *
When we finally fall through the doors to my apartment, I cannot keep my hands off of her.
In truth, I would have carried on kissing her all the way from the cruiser to my door, but I know Lois doesn’t want to give building security or anyone else anything to gossip about.
And in all honesty? I don’t know how that would’ve gone down.
Society seems to have accepted Kiahn and Niska back home, but that’s because they started out with a bride contract – everything above board.
And even now, it’s clear Kiahn’s bonding venom hasn’t affected Niska’s mind negatively – even if I do think she’s insane to put up with his grumpy ass.
But Lois and I? That’s a whole different setup that I don’t want to think about right now while her little human tongue is brushing the tips of my fangs.
Because of our height difference, I have to bend for our lips to meet, so as I’m walking her backward into my apartment, I lift her into my arms while I straighten. Lois’ legs wrap instantly around my middle – a move that makes me groan into our kiss.
This female will be the absolute death of me.
And I will welcome Nex with open arms, thanking her profusely for the way she chose for me to go.
I walk Lois to the dining table, all the while our mouths never part. Her touch is everywhere – my arms, my shoulders, my hair, my horns – and I find myself impatiently shoving a dining chair out of our way in an effort to lay her out like the feast she is.
The chair clatters loudly to the ground.
Lois gasps and pulls away, looking over to the discarded piece of furniture, leaving me free to dangerously mouth at her neck.
“I think you broke it,” she pants. “Az, I think the carved bit of the backrest came clean off.”
“If you think I’m worried about literally anything else when I have you like this, then I don’t think you know me very well, little Lois,” I murmur into her throat.
She shakes her head at me and giggles as her hand plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. “That piece of furniture looks expensive, though, just like the leather in that cruiser,” she protests weakly, smiling into the tender kisses she’s now gifting me.
“Lois,” I say, trying to pull away to speak but unable to stop myself from going back for more.
“I will gladly trash every bit of furniture I own for a taste of this sweet cunt,” I tell her, cupping her over her skirts.
She grips my wrist but doesn’t push me away; the look in her eyes so deliciously hungry, I can’t help but take it further.
“What do you want to break first?” I ask her, one brow raised, “this table or my bed?”
“You didn’t have to answer my call if you were in the middle of something, brother.”
Wait…
That was my brother’s voice…
In somewhat of a daze, I turn my face to the side to see the huge projected image of Zann’s face hovering beside us.
“Oh, shit!” Lois squeaks, pushing me off of her.