"I wanted to show you that I am committed to you," I remind her, squeezing her bottom as I carry her toward my rooms. There's something so enticing about her small, perfect frame, and the fact that she has no tail. How did I ever find her strange-looking before? She's ruined me for all other females of any species. None of them will have her long, pale-golden legs or her confident smile. None of them will have her perfect teats or her blunt, white teeth or that pink tongue licking my ear so obscenely that it makes my cock twitch.
"You could have just licked my pussy for a week straight," she breathes into my ear.
I groan, because I could have done that. "I was afraid an erection would be painful."
"Mmm. We definitely don't want you messing up the playground equipment. I'll try to be gentle."
Her be gentle? It is me that needs to be gentle with her. She's human and delicate. She's traumatized from her past, for all that she's good at stabbing things and bossing me around. It's up to me to take the lead, to re-introduce her to mating slowly, so she can know there is nothing to be afraid of when she is with me.
Once we are in my rooms—our rooms, I decide—I call out to the AI. "Computer, make sure we are not disturbed for the next several hours."
"Noted, Lord Straik. Shall I make the crew aware of your orders?"
My face grows hot at the thought of announcing to my men that I am alone with Ruth for the next while. They will guess what we are doing and I do not want to make Ruth uncomfortable.
As if she can sense my thoughts, Ruth scratches at the back of my head in that delicious way of hers and whispers in my ear. "Go ahead and tell them all we're fucking. I don't mind."
I bite back a groan, my tail lashing. My cock is achingly hard, and the tip of it feels a little different with the piercings in place. They rub against the fabric of my undergarments and everything feels twice as sensitive. I'm going to need to get control of myself if I'm going to make this good for her. "Computer," I manage thickly. "You can tell everyone."
Ruth just chuckles in my ear and wiggles. "Go ahead and set me down. I can walk."
Of course. I gently set her feet on the floor, smiling down at her. I want to grab her and kiss her face a hundred times, but I'm not sure how to begin. My cock feels as if it's tenting all the fabric on my lower body away from my skin, it's so hard. "I love you," I say again, because I know she likes to hear the words. "Very much, Ruth."
"I love you, too," she practically purrs, gazing up at me with a wicked smile. She steps forward, closing the brief distance between us and grasps my cock through my clothes, then sinks to the floor. "Let's get you taken care of, babe."
I can't help the undignified gasp I make when she touches me. "W-what are you doing?"
She smiles up at me even as her hand squeezes the base of my cock and then tugs on the shaft, just a little, just enough to add some delicious friction. "We're going to take the edge off. It takes time for you to build stamina, and I don't want you feeling weird about popping off, so I thought I'd make you come first." With a sultry look up at me, she leans forward and drags her tongue over the head of my cock, through the material. "Then when you come the second time, we'll both be there."
I stare down at her in shock. She wants to…help me? By making me come without pleasure for her? She pleasured me with her mouth before, but I didn’t expect this to be a regular thing. "You…"
"Me," she agrees, and tugs on my underclothes. "My mouth. Party on your cock. You okay with that?"
I groan. How could a male refuse? She is so generous. And yet… "I wanted to touch you," I protest as she pulls my clothes carefully off, holding my cock free of the fabric's tug.
"And you will." She stares at the twin piercings, and then her lips curve into a smile. "Well, hello." She gives me a mischievous look and then the tip of her tongue darts out, and she licks the dip in the center of the crown.
I stagger backward, my knees weak. "Ruth," I pant. "Ruth, kef me—"
"All part of the plan," she assures me, tugging the clothing free from my ankles. "On the bed. On your back. I want you relaxed while I take advantage of you."
And she gives me a cocky wink that should not be incredibly, enticingly sexy, and yet somehow I am lost. I stagger another two steps backward, and the backs of my legs hit the bed. I thump down on the edge, unable to take my eyes off her. She gets to her feet and prowls over to me, then tugs my undershirt off, her hand gliding down my chest once I'm naked.