Page 18 of Pleasured By the Panther
He nodded.
“Yes. You’re wondering why you’re still so aroused. It is the fruit you ate…the wine you drank. But most of all, it is your body’s truth. You are deep in your Second Heat.”
“My… Second Heat?” she echoed. “What’s that?” He’d mentioned something about it back in the Hilton ballroom, but that seemed like a lifetime ago now.
“You humans call it ‘menopause,’” he explained. “A time when a woman’s body changes. But it is more than that to us Monstrum. It is a second period of fertility and desire. When a human woman in her Second Heat is around a Monstrum Kindred, her body awakens. It is filled with hunger, with need…the need to be bred.”
His words stirred something inside her…but Miranda wasn’t about to admit it.
“Well, I’m not letting you breed me. The last thing I need is another baby at my age,” she said firmly. “Besides, I don’t think you could get me pregnant if you tried—I’m too old.”
His slow smile made her knees weak, even underwater.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to try, though?” he purred.
She swallowed hard, her lower body clenching at the thought. Oh God, now she was picturing him inside her—filling her with himself. She wondered again what his cock looked like. Was it huge? Was it alien and strange? What would it feel like inside her?
The male blooms teased at her again, brushing her nipples, curling toward her thighs. She slapped one away, her pulse racing. How dare they tell on her and come sniffing around just because she was horny?
Korrath’s voice lowered, a deep purr that seemed to vibrate through the water itself.
“Why do you keep pushing them away. Why don’t you let them pleasure you, lovely one? I would enjoy watching.”
Miranda gaped at him.
“Just… let them touch me?”
“Why not?” His green eyes gleamed in the glow of the blossoms. “If it pleases you, it will please me.”
She nibbled her lower lip as she looked down at the long blue blooms swirling near her breasts, their petals glistening. The thought of letting them touch and caress her was scandalous…unthinkable.
And yet…
Should she?
12
MIRANDA
This whole thing felt like a dream to Miranda—a dream she had no business having. She was floating naked in a pool on a living spaceship orbiting Mars, of all places. And beside her was a huge, naked Monstrum warrior urging her to let the alien flowers please her sexually.
If someone had told her this morning—when she was pouring hotel coffee into a Styrofoam cup at the Hilton ballroom—that she’d end the night here, she would’ve laughed in their face.
But here she was, and there were the pleasure blooms, floating hopefully around her. Should she let them touch her…give her pleasure?
Really…who was going to know if she let herself go and had a little fun, Miranda reasoned? She was millions of miles away from anyone who cared about her reputation. Out here, she might as well give in to sensuality.
What happens on the Monstrum Mother Ship, stays on the Monstrum Mother Ship, she thought. What the hell—might as well have some fun.
“All right,” she whispered, looking at the blooms, her heart thudding. “What do I do?”
Korrath’s strong arms came around her, pulling her back against his massive chest.
“Let me hold you as you float,” he purred in her ear. “I’ll steady you while the blooms touch you and bring you pleasure.”
“Well…all right.”
Miranda let herself relax into him, his muscles solid against her spine, the warmth of his big body surrounding her. The water cradled her as the first of the male pleasure blooms slid toward her breasts. Their tips brushed her nipples, slick and wet, leaving behind some slippery secretion that made her peaks tighten. Every stroke sent sparks of pleasure straight down between her thighs.
