Page 17 of Pleasured By the Panther
“Are you all right?” Korrath asked, concern etched in every line of his face.
“I didn’t…didn’t hurt anything,” she managed between coughs. “Except maybe my…my dignity.”
“Don’t worry about that.” His voice gentled. “Come—let us swim to the far end and rinse beneath the waterfall.” He cocked his head to one side. “Are you able to swim? I never saw you swimming in my dreams.”
“I can swim,” Miranda said a little defensively. “I just misjudged the depth, that’s all. But I’m fine in the water.”
“Then let’s go to the other side.”
Korrath set off and she followed him, stroking through the warm, glowing water. At the far end, the small waterfall spilled down in a refreshing cascade.
Miranda ducked under it at the big Monstrum’s urging. It was cooler than the pool but not unpleasant, sluicing away the oil still clinging to her skin.
Feeling clean and refreshed, she leaned back against the edge of the pool, her hair trailing down her back and her breasts floating just under the surface of the water. Korrath relaxed beside her.
She tried not to stare, but he looked like some kind of carved obsidian statue come to life. The water beaded on his sleek black fur, sliding down over muscles that looked like they’d been chiseled from stone. He looked like he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him anywhere—which must be nice, she thought dryly.
Then again, he didn’t seem to mind that she was plus-sized and curvy. In fact, he really seemed to like it, which was nice.
“Do you like what you see, lovely one?” His deep, purring voice made Miranda realize that she’d been staring at him.
“Um, yes. You’re kind of…impossibly perfect,” she said, looking quickly away.
“If my body pleases you half as much as yours pleases me, I will be content,” he murmured.
Miranda found him very pleasing. But she couldn’t keep staring at him—it was making things awkward. Her eyes darted away—only to land on the strange blossoms again. Pleasure blooms, he’d called them. She watched, fascinated and horrified, as a long blue bloom thrust eagerly into the sucking lips of a crimson one. The wet, obscene sounds filled the air.
And then some of the blue “male” blooms began drifting toward her.
She gasped as one brushed against her nipple under the water. Another trailed slickly down her thigh, trying to wedge itself between her legs.
“Oh, no you don’t!” she exclaimed, batting them away. “I’m not a female plant. What are they thinking?”
“They sense your arousal,” Korrath murmured. “That is why they are attracted to you. Just as the female plants would be attracted to me, if there was one that was not occupied by the male blossoms.”
“But why would they be attracted to you? Do you smell like a male plant to them or something?” Miranda asked, frowning.
He shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter if you are a plant or a person—the pleasure blooms react to the hormones and scents of a male or female in heat. In fact, our warriors sometimes use the female blooms to release tension—by putting our shafts inside them.”
Miranda immediately imagined him thrusting a long, girthy cock deep into one of the crimson sucking plants and her cheeks got hot.
“That’s… you really do that? That’s kind of disgusting.”
His lips twitched.
“It is part of the Mother Ship’s cycle. And it is not disgust you feel, Miranda—it is desire.”
She wanted to deny it…but the truth burned in her body. Even though he’d just given her the most intense orgasm she’d ever had on the massage table, her nipples were tight and her pussy was pulsing with renewed need.
What was wrong with her? She hadn’t felt this horny in well…ever.
“Nothing is wrong with you,” Korrath said softly.
Her head snapped toward him.
“Did I say that out loud?”
