When She’s Pregnant – Risdaverse Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
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I glance over at Ainar. He follows behind me, his hand rising as if he wants to touch my back, and then he drops it just as quickly again. His tail is waving back and forth, though, wagging like he’s happy. Excited. Fucking thrilled to shower with me.

It’s that wagging tail that tells me that my nervousness is ridiculous. That even if he notices I have stretch marks on the insides of my thighs or one of my tits isn’t quite as big as the other, it’s not going to make that much of a difference. And if it does make a difference…well, it’s not as if it’s a long-term relationship. I literally just met him.

My bathroom—what aliens tend to stuffily call a “lavatory”— is small, but I never realized just how small until now, when Ainar crowds in next to me. He takes up all the space, our bodies bumping into one another next to the sink. He makes an awkward sound in his throat, and when I turn around to glance at him, clutching the towels, he looks shy again.

Our eyes meet and he speaks. “Should I—”

“No,” I say, before he can try to talk himself out of this. “It’s fine. Just a tight fit.”

A smile creases his face and I wonder why anyone would pass him by. He’s just so damn adorable. Like an oversized puppy with gargantuan hands and an enormous dick. Women on his planet are jerks, I decide. I set the towels down on the edge of the sink and put a hand on the fastener at the throat of his tunic. I’m still wearing his old one so this must be a fresh uniform. “Can I undress you? I didn’t get to see a lot yesterday.”

Yesterday? More like a few hours ago, I correct myself. And he did take off his tunic at one point, but it was because he was covering me up, and I wasn’t paying attention to his bare skin.

He nods, his body stiffening as he holds still for me to explore. The only movement? That constantly swaying tail. I put a hand to his collar, high above my head, and activate it. The auto-fastener hisses and slithers down his front, opening up to reveal bits of tattooed blue skin. I peel his tunic back, revealing his chest…and the twin nipple piercings. Well now, that’s interesting. I reach out and touch one, a little surprised to feel that his nipple is almost as hard as the piercing itself. They’re not soft but firm like mine. “Did these hurt? When you got them pierced?”

“No. The tattoos on my hands hurt more.”

“Do they have a lot of sensation?” I brush a finger over the ball studding one of them. They look similar to his dick piercings—the twin balls laced through the skin instead of a ring.

“Only when they are tugged on. I just liked the look of them. I…saw it in a vid once and was curious.” His tail sways harder as I touch the other. “I admit they have been disappointing.”

“Because they don’t feel like much?” When he nods, I tug on one. “Are you not sensitive here?”

He shakes his head.

“Maybe you need a lot of sensation.” I pull harder, then give the piercing a vicious twist.

Ainar gasps, his eyes going wide. That’s what I thought. Any normal human would be screaming with pain right about now, but if his skin is thicker, his responses aren’t going to be as sensitive. He’s going to need to be rough. Or rather, I am.

The look he gives me is full of heat. Something prods against my belly and I realize his cock is growing, pushing out and crowding the small sliver of space between us. I reach down and caress him, then glance back up at Ainar. “I’m not going to pull on these, don’t worry.”

“Unless I ask?”

“Unless you ask,” I agree, biting back a giggle. I think I’ve created a monster. “Can I finish undressing you?”

His gaze is hot on me and he nods.

I feel strangely sexy right now. Sure, I need a shower badly and my hair looks like a disheveled rat’s nest. I probably have huge rings under my eyes. But Ainar stares at me as if he’s watching a goddess at work and it’s hard not to appreciate that. It makes me feel powerful. In charge.

I want more of that feeling. After a few years of being tossed around the universe like a leaf on the wind, I’m grabbing at any power I can. I like being in charge of my farm…just like I like the fact that Ainar lets me take control. Even though he’s huge and strong, I’ve never felt threatened. I’m in charge and he’s made that abundantly clear.

Stroking the hard bulge between his thighs, I smile up at him. “I might not want to have sex again, just so you know.”


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