Chapter 9
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Brux was having an excellent time. Kiera wasn’t angry with him about the algae, and she’d given him a name that was almost exactly right.
She had even allowed him to bathe with her.
She had scrubbed him all over and he’d gotten to see her gorgeous curves while she was completely nude, which was both fascinating and deeply erotic.
On his home world in the galaxy the Monstrum had fled, which was now lost and overrun with Darklings, everyone had fur. Even in his humanoid form, he still had short, dense fur all over his body—though it wasn’t nearly as thick as the pelt he had in his animal form.
But it seemed that Kiera only had fur on her head.
Well, if you could call her long braids “fur.” Brux wasn’t sure about that.
He had never seen a woman with naked skin before—so much bare, glistening flesh was incredibly hot.
It made his shafts want to harden and come out for mating—how he had controlled his urges while she was washing him and pressing her full, gorgeous breasts against his side, he wasn’t sure.
He spent some time exploring the new area, getting in and out of the bathing pool and sniffing all the different plants and flowers.
He noticed that some of the flowers seemed to move almost as though they were animals.
There were some which had long, waxy tubes attached to them that wriggled around the sides of the pool almost like snakes.
But since they didn’t appear to pose a threat, Brux just sniffed them and left them alone.
Meanwhile, Kiera was doing something with her long braids—probably trying to get out the purple algae. She went to sit under the small waterfall which was built up in a mound of rocks on the far side of the pool and then returned to the broad ledge where she had washed him.
After a while, Brux got tired of splashing and sniffing. He missed his mate, and he wanted to see what was taking her so long. Surely they should be done bathing by this point—shouldn’t they?
He looked across the pool but couldn’t see her—she was hidden by the long trailing branches of the tree which grew over the ledge. What was she doing back there? He wanted to find out.
Brux paddled quietly back across to the ledge and ducked his head under the long willowy branches.
When he came up on the other side, he saw that Kiera was, indeed, sitting on the ledge and leaning back against the side of the pool.
At first he thought maybe she was taking a nap—but her eyes were still open, though they were half—lidded and looked almost drugged, for some reason.
Anxiety shot through him. What was wrong with her? Why was she just sitting there like that?
And then she moved her hips, and a low moan escaped from her luscious mouth.
“Mmm,” he heard her say. “Yes—just like that. Feels good.”
What was making her feel good? Brux wanted to know—especially since his sensitive nose was clearly catching the scent of feminine desire coming from her.
The scent made his whole body tingle and his shafts began growing hard—both of them. He swam closer—but quietly, so as not to disturb her—and laid his head on the ledge, trying to get a better look.
It didn’t take long to see what was going on. Two of the broad crimson blossoms had fastened themselves over her tight nipples and—from the rippling motions of their petals—they appeared to be sucking his mate’s tight peaks.
A third blossom—this was smaller than the first two—was sucking between her thighs, which were spread wide.
Must be licking her clit, Brux thought and wished that he could lick her there. But he was afraid that Kiera wouldn’t understand—she still thought of him as an animal. She had yet to see his humanoid form yet. So all he could do was watch—for now.
And there was certainly a lot to watch. As he stared at her, he saw one of the long, waxy cylinder blossoms come nuzzling between her thighs. Instead of shooing it away, Kiera opened her thighs even wider.
“Come on, then,” Brux heard her say. “Don’t take all day!”
Then she reached between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy.
Brux didn’t have long to admire her glistening flesh and tight little clit because almost at once, the blunt head of the long, thick blossom began to nudge its way inside her, slipping past her outer lips and right into her pussy mouth.
A low growl rose in his throat as he watched it slide inside her—clearly filling her up. That was his mate the damn flower was molesting!
But Kiera didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she spread her thighs wider and moaned, arching her back as the flower fucked her. The red blossoms on her nipples and clit seemed to be sucking harder too—teasing her and making her gasp as she got closer and closer to the edge.
As he watched, Brux felt both of his shafts leave their sheath and harden to aching erections. Gods, she was so beautiful like this—spread out on the ledge with the fuck flowers tending to her, making her moan and arch her back as she let them tease her.
But still, he wanted to be the one taking her—mounting her—rutting in her and knotting her to tie the two of them together forever. She was his, damn it! He ought to be the one filling her…he ought to be Bonding her to him so they would be together forever!
On the ledge, Kiera was reaching her climax.
“Oh God…oh, God!” she moaned aloud. Throwing her head back, she arched her spine which thrust her big, beautiful ripe tits out. At the same time, the long blossom was thrusting in and out between her legs—sliding in and out of her pussy hard and fast as she moved her hips in rhythmic circles.
Watching her come seemed to do something to Brux—he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Scrambling up on the ledge, he gave a short, sharp bark, demanding that the flower stop fucking his mate. Kiera was his—he was the only one who should be breeding her!
Kiera gasped in surprise and her eyes, which had been unfocused with pleasure, suddenly went wide.
“Oh, Buck—you…you scared me!” she panted, putting a hand to her chest.
Brux barked again and then growled at the flower which was still pumping inside her pussy.
“No, no—it’s all right. It…it’s not hurting me.” Kiera’s voice was breathless with pleasure. “It’s…it’s making me feel good, that’s all,” she added.
At that moment, the long, waxy blossom—which was at least as thick as his own topmost shaft—thrust as deep as it could and held still for a long movement.
“Oh, and now it’s coming in me!” Kiera moaned. She gasped and sighed and then, a moment later, the blossom came out of her.
It had lost all of its shape, Brux saw. The waxy petals were nothing but thin strings now. Clearly the flower had given its all and left nothing for itself.
“Oh God—that was a good one,” Kiera sighed.
She still didn’t seem upset that he’d seen her getting fucked by the flower and coming—probably because she still thought of him as an animal.
Brux wondered impatiently how long it would take him to regain his humanoid form.
He wanted to be the one fucking her and breeding her.
“Well, I think it’s time to get dried off—don’t you?”
Kiera rose to stand on the ledge but when she did, a rush of clear, shiny liquid slid down her thigh.
“Oh my!” she murmured, looking down at herself. “I should have known that pleasure blossom was a juicy one—he was so big and thick—he really filled me up!”
Brux went over at once to sniff at her thigh. He put out his tongue and took a tentative taste, licking some of the shiny liquid from her skin. It tasted bland and faintly sweet.
But when he tried to lick higher, his tongue barely brushed the outer lips of her luscious pussy before Kiera was pushing him firmly away.
“That’s enough, now,” she said, frowning a little. “I believe in being friendly with your pets, but there are limits. Here—let me wash this off me and we’ll go dry off.”
She crouched in the water again, washing the clear liquid the flower had left out of herself, and then stood again.
“All right now—the dryer is over here. And I think if we scrunch up, we can both fit,” she told him. “Come on—let’s go.”
Brux followed her away from the pool to another section of the bathing suite, but both his shafts were still out and hard, making it difficult to walk normally.
He had visions of her getting to her knees for him and inviting him to mount her—but he knew that wouldn’t happen.
She’d barely let him taste her pussy before she pushed him away.
Must regain my other form, he thought as he followed. Must Bond with her—make her mine!
But that was going to have to wait. In the meantime, he wanted to dry his coat and spend a little more time looking at his new mate’s luscious, naked curves.