Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I smell your arousal, little human.”
I squeeze both his horns and he growls in surprise, his cock jumping between us. “I need you, Tarek,” I murmur, my voice husky enough to convey just exactly the way I need him.
“Veck,” he growls and surges to his feet. I continue to squeeze and tug his horns as he walk-runs all the way to my dormitory, where he sits me on the cot and falls to his knees on the floor in front of me.
“Panties off, little human.”
I scramble to obey, my feminine slit already weeping for him. The moment I get them off, he pushes my knees wide and buries his face between my legs. I jerk at the shock of pleasure when his velvety tongue explores my folds. He may not be able to see, but Tarek lets his sense of touch lead the way. His fingers grip tighter on my thighs when I squirm.
I shriek when he finds my clit. “Tarek,” I pant, then remember to work his horns. The moment I touch them again, he speeds up the pace of his tongue, his movements turning frantic.
I lose my mind, squeezing his horns, writhing under his tongue. He screws a thick digit into me and starts to pump it and I mewl, so close to release.
“That’s it, Zina,” he says roughly. “Let me hear your cries. I want to know when it feels good.”
“It feels good! It’s so good.” The words tumble out in a rush. He inserts a second finger and my belly shudders with the contraction of my pelvic floor.
“Yes… please, Tarek.”
“Please, what, little human? Please let you come?”
“Yes!”
He removes his finger and lifts his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Wh-what?” I pant, barely able to think straight.
“I want to come inside you,” he says, rising to his feet and squeezing his erection through his flight pants.
I reach for his tunic and wrap my fist in it, tugging him down on top of me. He chuckles as he falls over me, catching his weight with his arms, kissing me.
“Hurry, Tarek,” I urge, desperate for release.
He laughs again. “You need this, little human?” He frees his erection.
“Yes,” I breathe, reaching for it. I guide him into me and he pushes deep, stretching me wide with his girth. I moan with satisfaction. He feels so good.
“Veck, Zina. How could I ever deny we were made for each other?”
“I don’t know, how could you?”
He plows into me harder. Faster. “I’m going to make it up to you.” His breath grows ragged. “To you and the young.”
I’m already ready to explode.
The cot rocks against the wall, striking it with each savage thrust.
“Now, Zina,” Tarek grunts.
“What? Oh!”
He thrusts in deep and stays, his hot seed filling me.
My muscles clench and pulse around his large purple cock, milking the rainbow-hued cum in a glorious release.
Tarek nuzzles my neck. “I love you, Zina. I’m sorry I had my head shoved so far up my ass I couldn’t accept that.”
I breathe in his scent, cling to his strong arms. “I love you, too, Tarek,” I breathe. “You’re the only male for me.”
Epilogue
Tarek
“The lights on the ship go blink-blink-blink, blink-blink-blink, blink-blink-blink, the lights on the ship go blink-blink-blink, all through the sky!” In a training dome annex, a chorus of little voices sing, led by the sweetest voice of all—the one belonging to my mate.
I enter the room, a smile on my face.
I don’t need to see to know how beautiful she is, standing in a circle of tiny halflings with her belly swollen with our child.
Zina opened a preschool where she, a few other humans, and two elderly Zandian females care for the young of the community, teaching them a blend of human and Zandian culture.
She and her friend Abbi have been working to collect the human songs and stories that have been passed down through the generations, many of them originating way back on Earth, before the Ocretions overtook the planet and gathered all the humans as their slaves.
She’s truly gifted at managing the young, who are one hundred times more emotional and irrational than adult humans, even with their Zandian genes. She encourages, cuddles and redirects, somehow keeping the entire group not just in order, but happy and thriving.
And I laugh every time I remember my sweet mate attempting to learn navigation, when her true calling is so obviously here.
I walk up behind her and put my arms around her, settling my palms over her firm, swollen belly.
The children giggle.
“Say hi to Warrior Tarek.”
“Hi, Warrior Tarek,” they all call out in a chorus, followed by more giggles.
Zina turns her face up to mine, and I steal a quick kiss. My sensors register the chips of my Zandian crystal in her nose and earlobes, marking her as my mate.
Yes, it’s true. I’m officially mated now—something I never believed would happen. When I returned from the spysat mission, I asked for King Zander’s dispensation to mate Zina and he granted it.