The next morning when I wake up, my body is tucked against his, spooning. I'm the small spoon, and his fingers dig into my hip, claws pricking at my skin. His cock grinds against my backside, pressing against my buttocks. I bite back a moan, not wanting to wake him up.
This time, though, I don't move away. Like the naughty, needy thing that I am, I rub back against him, parting my thighs so he can grind against my sweet spots. When the head of his cock presses against my core, I bite back a sob of sheer pleasure, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head from how good he feels.
"Mina?" he asks sleepily, even as his hips jerk against mine again.
"Don't stop," I breathe, rocking back against him. "Don't stop."
He groans and then grinds against me hard, my hips pinned as he uses me. Now that he's awake, he's unleashed, and oh god, it's intense. He comes before I do, though, because I always need more. I whimper as his hot seed spills over my now-bare ass and thighs, my shift riding up to my waist. Crulden groans, practically driving me into the mattress as he thrusts against me, lost in his pleasure. With a small sound of frustration, I slide my hand between my thighs and frantically touch my clit.
"Mine," he growls against my ear. His big body presses mine into the bed, and his hand shoves mine aside, and he then carefully rubs my clit until I come, sobbing with the intensity of it. Hot pleasure quakes through me as his hand works me over, and his mouth presses against my shoulder, in an awkward—yet utterly sweet—kiss.
When we're done, we both lie there, spent. I sigh, content, as Crulden's fingers leave my pussy and trace over my arm. He's always so careful with his claws, I realize. So very careful with me. Some monster. The thought makes me smile as I turn to look at him. "I'd better get up and go to the kitchens to get your breakfast soon."
"Let me clean you up, first." He kisses my shoulder again and then gets out of bed, stark naked, his cock still erect.
I lean back on my elbows, watching him as he moves toward the lavatory set-up. I know somewhere out there, the scientist—and probably Lord Sir, too—are watching us. For all I know, they're diddling themselves to the thought of us fucking. I can't find it in me to care. If they won't give us the privacy to have a relationship, we'll take the relationship anyhow and fuck the privacy. I'm not going to deprive myself of Crulden's company just because those two chuckleheads might be watching. That's not fair to Crulden, and it's certainly not fair to my well-licked pussy.
He gently towels me down, wiping my skin free of his seed, and I can tell from the look on his face that he's getting aroused all over again. "You're going to smell like me all day," he says, voice low with pleasure. "Everyone will know what we did."
"Everyone already knows anyhow," I say with a shrug. "They'll smell me all over you just as much."
He rubs his lip, and the look on his face tells me that he likes that thought a lot.
Really, it's not surprising. Our room reeks of sex. I smell it the moment I return with our breakfast, and I know human senses aren't nearly as keen as alien ones. When the clone guards arrive to take Crulden out for his training, I can tell on their faces that they smell it, too. It doesn't matter that we've changed our clothes. The bedsheets are redolent with our scents, and I suspect we'll return to clean laundry that will just as quickly get dirty again tonight.
And I'm looking forward to it.
Smiling, I'm in a stupidly great mood when I go to watch Crulden's sparring practice. He's against three opponents today, all of them armed with shock-sticks while Crulden is bare-handed. He's able to handle them well, and I remember that I'm supposed to be determining how his fighting is doing. Right. Like I know anything about fighting. I try to watch intently, but the day gets insanely hot and I get sweaty.
Crulden does, too, his thick muscles dripping with sweat as he moves, and it grows…distracting. I think about last night and how eager he was. How he didn't know the first thing about sex, which still surprises me. How is it that he knows so much about arena fighting but doesn't know shit about what's pleasurable in bed? Is it because he's not supposed to feel pleasure? That doesn't seem right to me, though. Pleasure is the carrot on the stick for these gladiators. They give them hard, terrible lives and throw them a bone every now and then to incentivize them. I feel like I'm missing something obvious.