Page 10 of When She Wishes

Bodhrri traces a circle on my belly, and the sound of him purring fills the air.

"I'm horny all the time," I blurt out. Fuck it. I'm already pregnant with a billion babies on an alien planet. I'm not sure the universe has much more to throw at me. What's the worst that can happen? "So...there's that."

"I would like to help you with that, Payton." He leans in, and his purring grows deeper. "In fact, I would be honored..."

Chapter

Seven

BODHRRI

Finally.

I've been smelling Payton's arousal for weeks now, and it's been driving me wild. Every day, I'd enter the house and be hit with a wall of her sweet perfume. I've jerked off in the barn (and in the lavatory) more times than I care to think about it, all because her scent is so intoxicating that it's leaving me in a perpetual state of need.

Thank kef she's finally said something.

But she still looks shy and her scent has a hint of nervousness to it. That won't do. I rub her belly gently, since she seems to enjoy that. "Tell me more about your needs, my Payton."

"Oh..." Her gaze drops to my mouth and she shifts on the couch, as if her discomfort with the bluntness of my question makes her want to leave the room. "I just...what I said. Some pregnant women get turned on. I've heard it's normal."

"Of course it's normal," I soothe. "You are pregnant, not dead."

"Yes, but we're still strangers, aren't we?"

"Do you feel like a stranger? I don't." I reach out and caress her cheek. "I feel like I know you quite well."

She scoots closer to me, tilting her face towards mine, and then pauses. "Do your people kiss?"

Good, we are past the questioning. "I hope so, as you and I have kissed before."

Payton looks alarmed. "We did? Shit. I don't remember."

"You were very drunk. Ooli brew is powerful."

Her expression turns to misery. "I feel like such a jerk. I don't remember anything about that night and I wish I did. Apparently I'm a real fun time."

I chuckle, rubbing her belly lightly again. "Do not feel like a jerk." Whatever that is. "Our antics that night made these children, and I am very thankful for that."

She leans against my shoulder and gazes up at me as I continue to rub her belly with small, caressing circles. "So what else did I do that night that I don't recall?"

"You have nothing to worry over." I think at one point she'd picked up a clod of dirt and cried over it, but that will just embarrass her more so it will remain my secret. I won't tell her about how often she touched my face or demanded I purr for her. How she played with my whiskers and booped my nose and then gushed effusively about how big my cock was. How it had been so long since she'd had sex. She'd stroked my tail as if it was the most erotic thing she'd ever encountered and then had climbed atop me like a wild creature. We'd fucked, flopped onto our backs and stared up at the stars, and then had fucked twice more before dawn, each time pausing to point out the stars falling in the skies around us.

Payton looks suspicious of my answer. "So you say. You're the one with the memories of that night."

I lean in and rub my nose against hers, enjoying her scent and the softness of her skin. "And if it was anything terrible, would I be here now? Eager to touch you?"

"Oh," she breathes, and then her arms go around my neck. She presses her mouth to mine in a kiss, and this one is far more experienced and pleasant than the sloppy, enthusiastic ones she gave me that night. Not that I didn't like those—I'd been fascinated by the erotic nature of using tongues against one another. This is even better, though. Kissing Payton is more than just tongues colliding—it's the soft taste of her, the whimpers she makes as we come together, the scent and feel of her. This moment is utterly addictive, and I love most of all that she reached for me.

I nip at her lower lip before pulling away and focusing on her face. "Is this all right?"

She nods, her eyes shining, pupils dilated.

"Can I keep touching you?"

Payton nods again.

She reaches for me, and I capture her hand, nuzzling against her palm. "Me touching you," I point out. "Just let me enjoy this."

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