Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Fuck having an orgasm. Fuck kissing. I just want him off of me. I want him to stop.
Luckily for me, A'tam is also a man of zero stamina. He pumps into me for a few moments, his face tight with his own pleasure, and then he stiffens. I can feel his load as he unleashes inside me.
Thank god that’s over. All I feel is intense relief.
Intense relief, and a low throbbing ache deep inside my body. I feel bruised from the inside out, and my heart hurts. I’m too small, he’s too big, and nothing between us will ever work. Ever.
Oblivious to my thoughts, A'tam groans and collapses over me, winded.
6
A'TAM
This is the greatest day of my life.
I take a deep breath and flop onto my back, sated and content. My mate is curled up beside me in the furs, her soft skin brushing against mine, and she shivers and pulls one of the furs over her for warmth. Soft hyoo-man. Fragile, adorable hyoo-man. Pleased with myself, I grab her by the waist and pull her back against me, tucking her smaller body against mine. I nuzzle at her neck, and notice she is quiet.
This is rather unusual for B'shit, who seems to have a tart response for everything, but if she is as sated as me, she is breathless and spent. I press a kiss to her neck, pleased with myself. Who needs resonance to enjoy themselves in the furs? I have taken a pleasure mate and the mating act itself was just as good as I'd hoped. Her cunt was tight and warm around my cock, her body giving. It took everything I had to last as long as I did, just because it felt so perfect.
"I am glad you are here," I tell B'shit as I press another kiss to her neck.
"Mmmm." She pats my arm. "Why don't we just go to sleep."
Sleep? Now? I do not think I could sleep at all. I look at her small form next to me, her loose tunic pooled around her. Her teats are exposed, and I absently reach to cup one. They are fascinating, these little bouncy things. More than anything, I want to be inside her again. "Give me a moment to recover," I reassure her. "And then I will be happy to mate again."
B'shit makes a sound and I cannot tell if she is pleased or surprised. Possibly both. I grin, running my hand over her flanks. She will be impressed at my stamina, I think. I went down fast, but I will be ready again very quickly and surely that is just as important. "Do not be shy, my mate."
"I'm not shy," she retorts, nudging me away with an elbow.
I chuckle, because that is the B'shit I know and adore—sharp of tongue until she is so, so sweet when she yields. I cup her bottom, rubbing it with my fingers. "Where would you like my tongue on you next?"
She rolls over and glances at me, a calculating look in her eyes. "You know what?" She sits up, tying the front of her tunic. "I'll let you decide."
"Wait, why are you putting on clothes?" I ask, undoing the knots the moment she ties them. "I like seeing you bare. You—"
"I have to use the bathroom," B'shit tells me, her voice quick. She leans in and presses a kiss to my mouth and regards me. For a moment, she looks sad, but it's quickly gone and I tell myself I imagined it. "Why don't you lie down and think about what you want to do next while you wait for me to come back?" She pauses, and then adds, "Think up something good."
I grin at her, relaxing back in the furs. "Hurry back."
"Oh, I will." She gets to her feet and puts her leggings on, then shoves her feet in her shoes. She tosses me one last smile before heading for the door, and I watch her go. Her movements are slow and…is she limping? No, I decide, she is just walking funny. I think about the laces I broke on her leggings. Perhaps that is affecting her movements.
I lie back in the furs, yawning, and stroke my cock absently. It is sticky with her juices—and mine—but I do not mind. I like the scent of us intermingled, and I am hard again, waiting for her to return, imagining her pulling her tunic off once more and flashing those strange, rounded teats at me. Maybe this time, I will put my mouth on those. I wonder if she would like that? I glance at the door to my hut. She is taking a while, but this is something females do, I think. I have heard others complain about it.
So I yawn again and stretch, waiting for my mate to return.