Page 46 of Stolen Slave

“You’re tall, so you’ll still be able to reach all of me like this,” I said, nudging his legs open for a change.

However, when I stood between them, I paused, completely staring at his two cocks.

“You have no balls. Wow. I guess with that bigger one hanging down, I never noticed.”

He smiled so wide I could see the teeth all the way to the back of his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah. Human ignorance is vastly amusing. I get it,” I said, turning my back to him again.

He took his time, rubbing me in, skipping over my rear until the end.

His hands slipped between my legs, tapping my thighs in a silent command to give him more room. Without any hesitation, I complied. His slick fingers swept over every inch of me.

A flush started on my chest and spread up to my face. By the time he finished, I ached for more touching and readily turned around, which made him chuckle.

“I know. I’ll admit your idea of washing freaked me out at first, but I’ve always been a toucher. This just feels…right. You know?”

He said something and leaned back to grasp his upper length. Dollops of his shimmery not-cleanser peppered my front. He stopped dispensing when he reached my hips and started rubbing. The shoulders and arms were nice, but the breasts were so much better.

My breathing quickened as he kneaded them just the way I liked and paused to tease my aching nipples.

“I really hope this is making you feel better, too,” I panted.

He said something in that soothing tone of his and left my breasts to continue down. Instead of making him bend to reach my legs, I helpfully propped one foot on the seat beside him. It only threw him off for a moment before he coated his hand and started rubbing it in. I switched legs quickly, more than ready for him to address the part of me that really craved his touch.

When he finished that foot, he tried tugging me into his lap.

I shook my head.

“You’re hurt. We can work like this for today, can’t we? I need to stay off your lap.”

He didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t. He couldn’t understand a word I said. So, I was on his lap, facing away from him, and spread wide before I could blink.

“If you bleed purple on me,” I said when he tugged me back to his chest, “I’m not going to let you do this again.”

His wet fingers slid between my legs, coating my folds. Each pass he made over my clit drew a little gasp out of me.

Steam filled the room, and I melted into his hard body. While one hand brought me closer to the edge, the other palmed a breast and toyed with my nipple.

The orgasm crested, washing over me in gentle pulses. He said something to me, not letting up on his fondling. Not that I minded. I rode out the pleasure until the very last spasm then sighed.

“That was so good,” I murmured.

He switched from rubbing my bits to stroking my arms.

By the time the steam cleared, I’d regained enough of my senses to ease from his lap to sit next to him. He hugged me close and stroked a hand down my back as we dried then took my hand and led me from the room.

I shamelessly looked at his sculpted ass. He was absolute perfection. I couldn’t say I would be upset if the cut prevented him from putting on pants for a few days. My eyes sure didn’t mind the view.

My stomach shamelessly growled again, and he chuckled, rubbing his fingers against the back of my hand. I wished again I could understand what he was saying. Yet, at the same time, I was glad I didn’t. I had a feeling I would like him even more if I understood him, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

I needed to get home and reassure my family and my employer that everything was okay. The thought of my job had me looking down at the ruby in my belly button. Only it wasn’t a ruby anymore. It was that white iridescent one now. I smiled to myself and glanced at Khorahn’s back. He must have swapped it out when I’d passed out after yesterday’s orgasm.

In the kitchen, I hopped up on the counter before he could help me and drank my water quickly. I didn’t want him standing any longer than necessary. Hopefully, once he fed me, I’d be able to coax him into bed.

Sleeping next to him wasn’t something I’d wanted to do before that worm show. However, understanding how close he’d come to dying had changed how I felt. Sure, being stuck in space all by myself was concerning, but mostly I just didn’t want him hurt.

He’d shown himself to be a kind and considerate being. He was gentle with me. Had a sense of humor. An amazing physique—if I was allowing myself to dwell on the physical, which I was. And he had a way of putting my needs before his that made me feel like the only girl in the universe. Or maybe his universe. And I really liked that.

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