Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
How my political tutors would laugh if they could hear my thoughts now. Even my remaining brother would be shocked at the thought of the mighty Zhurrrvas bending to the whims of a human female.
Strangely enough, this pleases me. If there is one thing that I have learned in my already-lengthy sojourn on this miserable planet, it is that there are some things out of my control, and no matter how urgent it feels to me, I cannot change it. I cannot make Kazex or Zebah return any faster. I might as well take my time and enjoy the leisurely pace of this planet and its inhabitants.
Thus far, making Maeve come twice is my favorite leisure activity. I'm enjoying this. Enjoying the fact that we can take the entire evening and retire to bed early to touch one another. Back home, if I retired to my bed early, there would be gossip about my possible weakness, or if I was sick. If I went with a partner, they would speculate about their family, their bloodlines, what alliances have been made, and what it means for Praxii Minor. It's why I kept to courtesans when I had needs, and ignored personal connections because they were more trouble than they were worth.
Here, though, I need not be so careful. I can do as I like, and the freedom of it is startling...and enjoyable.
I drag my whiskers along Maeve's belly as she shudders and trembles against me, breathing hard from her second climax. I want to finger her to a third one but she makes a soft noise of protest and pushes my hand aside. "Breathe," she pants. "Need to breathe. Gimme a moment..."
"Take your time," I tell her. "We have all night."
I love the mewling sound she makes, as if she's both troubled and aroused by the fact. But I see no reason why we cannot do this all night. Maeve can take a breather and we can talk. My cock can relax and my sac will no longer feel tight and hard, so full it is ready to burst. Then we can enjoy yet another round of my fingers dipping between her thighs, and perhaps this time she will let me use my mouth. I curl my tongue with the anticipation of such a thing.
"W-what about you?" Maeve stumbles over her words, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion, as if climaxing was too much for her. If so, we'll need to work on her stamina.
"What about me?" I turn my head towards her shoulder, and the tuft of fur underneath. So sweet and unexpected. So adorable. I love that it carries her scent, love that it's like a hidden treasure just for me.
"You should take your clothes off."
"Are you rushing me, Maeve? Do you wish to be done?" I rub my thumb against her thigh, since she will not let me rub her cunt at the moment. "Remember that you are in charge here."
To my surprise, she sits up on her elbows and gazes down at me. "You say that, but you're running the show."
"I am?"
"Yeah. If I were in charge, you'd be naked by now."
I can't help it—I smile. She has very specific ideas of what she thinks needs to happen.
"You're very determined to have me undressed."
"I am. Maybe I want us on the same playing field. Maybe I want to look at you naked. My point is, if I'm in charge, you need to give me what I want." Maeve lifts her chin. "If I'm running things here—like you say I am—then I'm going to demand that you get naked and let me look at you for a while."
"Am I not pleasing you with my fingers? With my touches?"
"You know you are. It's just...I want the next orgasm to be with you inside me." Her expression grows playful. "Sometimes a girl just needs some dick, you know?"
I did not know this. The vids never mentioned it as a human requirement, but I am learning that the vids glossed over a lot of the important things, like how many climaxes are essential. "Of course I will give you what you need."
CHAPTER
SIXTY-ONE
MAEVE
I'm not as trusting as I thought.
Here I've felt sorry for the other women on Risda who are clearly scarred by their ordeals, women that don't trust the hand in friendship I've extended over and over again. I thought I was unscathed and just as open as I ever was. And yet the longer that I'm in bed with Zhur, the less I trust his motives.
It's not like a man to not want to take any pleasure for himself. I don't buy it. Either he's trying to seduce me or there's an ulterior motive here. I don't regret the orgasms I've had—I'm not crazy—but now I'm going to need him to do a little taking. Sex is a dance between partners, not a one-sided party, as much fun as that party might be.