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“I’m yours…” she says breathily, choking on my every stroke.
“My what?”
“Your…Xiveri!” She releases a high, breathy scream before tumbling forward. I chase her there, my shorter spur now lodged in her puckered and convulsing rear entrance while my longer spur squeezes inside of her along with my erection. I empty everything I have into her body. Everything.
We collapse beside one another on the bed, but Essmira’s only docile for a few breaths. Gathering the rest, she loops her leg over my hips and lowers herself down, throwing her head back. She milks me for pleasure, her body seizing up on top of mine. I catch her when she falls down before I empty into her a fourth time. Again and again and again until a furious knocking rouses us from our lust and forces me to the door.
“Raingar!” Gorman shouts on the other side of it. “Essmira! The Asgid have arrived! The festivities are beginning! You aremissingthem!”
I fling the door open wide and Gorman’s eyes flood with horror. His fins spasm viscerally — the one on the right side having been surgically reattached thanks to new grafting technology we managed to procure from a Hypha settlement — as he drinks in the sight of my grey, cum-stained skin.
“We’ll be a moment!” I shout, a shit-eating grin splitting my face.
Gorman’s horrified expression concentrates on my face, then. He blinks a dozen times in rapid succession. I smile big now at everyone, so they can see all my teeth. It sends younglings running from me in terror. They don’t know who I am now. But I can’t stop.
“Why are you grinning like that!” Gorman shouts. “You look deranged!”
“Rutting! I like rutting. Essmira’s exceedingly proficient.”
“Raingar!” Essmira’s voice gets louder as she comes around the corner wearing a beautiful robe. Athickrobe. If Gorman ever sees her bare, as he’s like to one of these solars given how often he has to rouse us for our duties, a missing fin will have been the least of his life’s worries. Two missing eyes will be a lot harder to replace.
She comes and takes my arm, placing herself between Gorman and me. “We’ll be down in just a moment. In the meantime, you can give our guests a tour of the keep and prepare the pad pad chariots to take the Asgid down to the Dark Flats. I made sure that, by solarbreak everything was already well on its way to being set up. There should already be helpers there with lobba and other refreshments to greet our guests. Give the musicians notice that they should be playing when the first chariot arrives.”
Gorman just stares at her and then at me, looking like he’s about to faint.
“You heard the female!” I bark.
Gorman seems more comfortable with that tone of voice from me because he straightens and nods and his mouth finally snaps shut. He goes to say something else, but I slam the door between us, rip the robe off of my female, slam her against the door and with one gentle thrust, I’m back inside.
And then I rut her ruthlessly three more times.
The festivities have already started by the time we ride down to the Dark Flats. I complain the entire time, asking my miriga repeatedly when we can go home. “Perhaps we can steal away during the party,” she says and I agree, kissing her on the side of the temple, even though I know there’s no chance of that. Not with the surprise I have planned.
Still, I like to hear that she’s just as needy as I am.
We dismount and she weaves through the crowd, speaking toeveryone. By the time she’s finished making her rounds, the sky is dark and the Asgid are oohing and awing over the kintarr sand fields and the light show that they put on for us, sipping on lobba and gobbling down food and fares from their own home world — a world that was destroyed many rotations ago, but whose cultures and customs live on through its descendants and will never die because of it.
My torturously beautiful miriga turns to me and places her hands on my chest. “So, what do you think about stealing away now?”
She lifts an eyebrow, that delicate fur, and I sigh, “I can’t believe you’re mine.” I touch her small ear and follow the red curl down until it meets the brown. She is so beautiful. Every part of her. Especially when she opens her mouth and the little bumps lining the top of her tongue shine.
I lean down and kiss her and, when my chest constricts, I lean down and kiss her again. Then once more, even more roughly. Now that I’m polished, she likes it when I’m rough. My hands harden around her arms and my cock hardens in my trousers. I keep telling her she needs to make me an armored crotch so that my cock can stop fighting the material, but so far she hasn’t done it, the insufferable wench.
“Raingar,” she mewls dangerously and her mouth shines brighter in a way I know she has no control of, but that embarrasses her every time. She bites her bottom lip, but I free it. I like the color. All her colors.
“Pagh,” I groan. “I can’t believe I will have to deny the most beautiful female in the galaxies.”
“Deny!” She screeches.
“Shh!” I laugh anyway, especially as a group of drunk Asgid on course for us veer down to the next platform quickly. “We’ll go home later…” In a long while, I’m sure. “For now, there’s a delegation I want you to meet.”
“A delegation? But I thoughtIcontrolled the guest list?” She challenges, pouting adorably.
Who knew that my little pleasure female would turn out to be such a control freak. “You do, miriga,” I say in my most placating tone — a tone I didn’t even know I possessed until now.
“But you invited guests without notifying me.”
“Just a little mistake, that’s all.”
