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“Not every kind. I don’t want to have anal sex, and I’m not interested in bondage or anything like that.” I nod firmly. “You are allowed to put your penis inside my vagina for sexual intercourse, we can use our hands on each other, and mouths too, but nothing goes in my butt.”
“I…whatever you say.” He chuckles and follows me back to bed. I give it a quick once over and a few of the cushions are soiled with cum. Izule is quick to remove them and their covers to be washed, so we have a clean nest. He brings me back into his arms to snuggle together and uses his tail to drag the duvet over me. “My sweet Bumblebee. I am very happy with whatever forms of intimacy you wish to share with me.”
“Yes, sex is very satisfying.” I smile in total agreement and rest my cheek on his chest. “I enjoyed it. Let’s have sex again tomorrow.” His chuckle is light and he strokes my back as we snuggle together. I’m a little sore, but my mind replays the vision-slitting orgasm I felt with Izule and I’m eager for more. Once I’m recovered, of course. I really would like to last longer next time.
“As you wish, my love.” He kisses my brow and we cuddle together. He’s warm and strong, my mountain, and I’m smiling even as I mentally drift off in his arms.
Chapter 29
Ultimatum
Izule.
I chuckle, draped over a large plump beanbag on my right side in a grand social room with my siblings. Billie is laid on her right and snuggled against me, so I have my tail curved back over the beanbag as a protective wall between her and the rest of the room. I have my head propped up on my right fist and my left arm is draped over her waist. It’s been a few months now and my family is used to my mate. Their beanbags are all facing ours, but they don’t make any loud or sudden movements, and they don’t make an attempt to touch her. They are wearing plain colours without patterns and no one wears anything shiny. Even Vrujac is being nice to my mate and forgoing his usual golden adornments. Likely because he has learnt his lesson. If Billie isn’t comfortable, I will take her back to our nest, to the abyss with what he wants. Vrujac is trying to have us out and social as much as possible. Alaric is due to make a visit today, so it’s important to him that Billie isseen.Billie is here for this reason, but she holds a handheld device to allow her to ‘casually work whilst being social’.
“Can you believe it? She’s already gravid.” Jajana is coiled up around the beanbag to our right with a letter in her hands.
“Wow. I didn’t know Szelor had it in him.” Halas snorted from beside our sister. “He didn’t waste any time to tangle with ‘The Lady of the Jungle’.”
“I would wager it’s more likely that the Rapali huntress pined Szelor to the ground and mounted him into a tangle.” Vrujac sneered, not a fan of the Rapali at all.
“Zassa is now our sister through Szelor, and at some point will likely visit, so you will need to be kinder about the Rapali, brother.” Jajana gently chided the King. “Besides, Szelor writes like he is displeased with most aspects of his life in the jungle,butnot about his new mate. He seems to rather like her.”
“He likes bumping pouches, more likely.” Uczaz sneered to one side and shared a nod with Vrujac. If Saxci was present she would have shot him a warning look, but she was not feeling well today. She’s feeling the strain of being so close to laying her egg.
“There is more to a relationship than sex, you Gissoks!” Jajana hissed and I chuckled, which earned me a stare from my mate.
“I agree.” I quickly save myself from getting a hood full later by siding with my sister. “Happiness comes from more than just shucking. If Szelor ishappy,then it is from more than mating. Companionship comes from more than someone’s scent or slit.” Billie nodded at me and returned to looking at her handheld screen. She’s wearing a long loose brown skirt and a sleeveless vest. Her brown bob is neat, and the code on her smaller screen is reflected in the lenses of her glasses.
“See? Izule agrees with me.” Jajana hissed at our brothers.
“Izulehas his mate laid beside him.” Vrujac chuckled with a glass of liquor in his right hand. He took a sip and winked at Jajana’s pout. “Our brother will saywhateverhe has to, to ensure he’ll get to ‘bump pouches’ with her later, rather than have to take himself in handinstead.”
“Ha!” Halas snickered and I shoot him with a warning look. “Like Izule ever has to takehimselfin hand anymore.”
“Brother?” I warn him.
“What? You float about the place with a big dopey grin on your face at all times. You’re getting laid so much you arepermanentlylaid back.” Halas sticks his tongue out at me and dares me to correct him.
“I will take you to the wrestling mat.” I warn Halas, but I’m smirking as I say it. Billie and Iareactive with our mating. There had been part of me that expected sex, stimulus overload, to be something Billie would struggle with. I find that as long as I let her initiate it, we’re good. Wonderfully, sheinitiatesmating at least once a day. By the time 5pm comes around I’m practically drooling with anticipation. Billie can doanythingif she’s given the time, she tells me. I am reaping the rewards of my patience now, as she is snuggled with me with my nosy siblings clustered around us on bean bags. She wouldn’t have been able to do this a few months ago. Now she seems comfortable here, typing away on her phone and smiling as she listens to us bickering as siblings do. I am pleased that she and Hannah have started to spend time together again. Tumva has started as one of the Elite Guards, the lover of Billie’s sister, and therefore living in the guard barracks. When I go hunting or have to attend a royal gathering with my siblings during the day, I am reassured to know that Hannah can visit Billie. If she isn’t working. If Billie has planned her visit. Honestly, Billie prefers to be undisturbed as she works.
“My King.” Ambassador Rerasha slithers into the room, his bright orange scales and yellow wrap around skirt making me dart my eyes down at Billie.
“Rerasha.” Vrujac nods in greeting to the Ambassador and waves a hand to the empty beanbag beside him. “Are you alone?”
“No, he isn’t.” Alaric walks beside him with a dark grey suit and his hair in a neat quiff. “It is a pleasure to see you again, King Vrujac.”
“And you as well. Please, join us.” Vrujac waves to the beanbag beside him again, and this time Rerasha and Alaric take their place. Rerasha coils around the beanbag and Alaric tries to look as regal as the rest of us as he sits in the middle of the beanbag. He crosses one leg over the other, draped over Rerasha’s orange tail, and leans back against his side. I see my brother lift up and puff his chest out with his hood. It’s Alaric who is the important ally, here, so my brother pays the human the most attention.
“Ah, Billie.” Alaric tries to address my mate, but she continues typing on her handheld device. “Are you well?”
“Of course she’s well.” I answer for her and widen my hood. “I am taking excellent care of her.”
“Calm yourself brother.” Vrujac chuckled and flicked the end of his tail over towards me. “Alaric was not insinuating otherwise. It’s…small talk, isn’t it?” He checked with Alaric, who smiled and nodded.
“Exactly that.”
“I don’t like small talk.” Billie speaks without looking up from her screen.
