It's been downright frustrating. I'm not sure if he was waiting for us to get here to Jirri, but when he took me to my room and I saw the single, narrow bed, I knew I wasn't getting laid anytime soon. Now we've been here a full day, and while Straik is lovely and kind, he keeps himself at a distance. He sleeps on the floor across the room, and he hasn't offered to take another bath with me.
I feel like I've done something wrong. I hug my knees, stare out at the water, and wonder. Paradise isn't so grand when you can't enjoy it, and I can't enjoy myself until I know everything is all right with me and Straik.
Was I too pushy when we fooled around in the bathtub? Too forward with what I wanted? Should I have been more of a simpering miss and pretended like I didn't know what I enjoyed on my own body? I kinda thought he liked my boldness, but maybe I read him all wrong. I rack my brain, trying to recall if I've destroyed other past relationships with my bossiness, but my fragmented memories yield up nothing.
Maybe he's worried that I'm still sick. There's always that possibility.
I don't think it's that he's no longer interested. I know he is. He watches me eat as if every mouthful that goes between my lips makes him hard. He touches my cheek, my hair, my arm, all constantly, as if he needs to be near me. We spend time together in his office throughout the day, just being together, and when the ship is attacked, he sends me to the hidden room and every time he retrieves me, he hugs me for the longest time.
I always think those hugs are going to lead to sex, but instead, he presses a kiss to my forehead and leaves me be.
After years of never wanting sex again, being denied when I actually want it is downright annoying. I glance down the beach. Zaemen and Jerzec are my guards today, one on each end of the long, pink strip of shore. They'll switch out later on, so they can enjoy relaxation and their own huts soon enough. Dopekh tells me that the men are sleeping two to a bungalow, and he's bunking with Sakkar, which makes neither of them particularly happy. Sakkar likes privacy and Dopekh, well, Dopekh still likes Kazex.
I perk up at the sight of a familiar blue-skinned figure emerging from the Eye. It's parked at the far end of our small island, and I watch as Straik heads down the ramp, his black clothes fluttering around his body. They're wildly out of place on the beach, but Straik is a creature of habit and refuses to change.
Habit. I turn over that word in my head, pondering. Is there some sort of habit or custom I'm unaware of? Is Straik waiting for something? Have I hurt his feelings somehow?
My pussy demands answers as to why it's not being pounded, damn it.
I get to my feet, wipe sand off my ass, and head out to meet Straik. We need to talk or I'm not going to be able to enjoy paradise at all.
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STRAIK
I keep my eyes closed as Sakkar pokes and prods my cock. "Healed?"
Sakkar grunts. "I don't understand you mesakkah and your obsession with piercings." He straightens and moves away, the rustle of his clothing telling me that it's safe for me to open my eyes. I do so, watching as he types something into the ship's computer. "But yes. Your piercings are healed and you should be fine to mate with the human female, provided she's not diseased."
"She's not diseased," I snap. "Ruth is perfect."
"I meant in general," Sakkar says sourly. "Not that Ruth in particular is dirty, my lord."
Heat crawls across my face, and I carefully shove my cock back into my trou. "Of course. Thank you again, Sakkar. And thank you for your discretion on this matter."
He nods at me, ever polite. "My lord."
I head out of med-bay, resisting the urge to adjust my cock in my pants once again. The dual-piercing rubs against my clothing, making me incredibly aware of the change in my body.
It's been the longest keffing week of my life.
Once Ruth and I were intimate in the tub, I knew what I needed to do next. Like any good mesakkah male with mating on his mind, I went to my medic and insisted on getting my cock pierced. It's tradition amongst the males of my kind, to show that you have your mate's pleasure in mind, to show that you want nothing more than to make her feel good. That she's everything to you.
I know she won’t stay, but maybe…maybe if I show her how committed I am, she’ll come back after she inevitably leaves.