Page 12 of Zahhn's Mate
She blinks fast. “Thirty-five.”
“Let me guess. Commander Hampton selected you despite your age just because you’d pissed him off.” I push the phallus a bit more firmly to her core, and her legs quiver as a rapturous look overtakes her. She appears to struggle for air. All the while, I continue my assault on her swollen button, spreading moisture over it and circling it with increasing pressure.
“Something like that,” she says on a quick exhale. “But please, don’t tell anyone.” She grips the sides of the table, and her sudden whimpering moan echoes off the walls. I think it’s the most enticing sound she’s made thus far, and I long to hear it again.
“I vow to guard your secret, little female.”
She shudders and her center lurches upward. “Thank you, Doctor Zahhn.”
I like hearing my name on her lips, though I can’t help but fantasize about her simply calling meZahhn. If she were my mate, she could follow the custom of my people and address me asZahhnwhen we were alone.
If she were my mate…
Star Gods, I rage that it cannot be so.
Even if I decided to accept Emperor Radakk’s offer and claim a mate of my own, a reward for my long years of service to the Darrvason Empire, Leona would not be an option due to her age. I can’t fathom claiming a different female. Only her.
I silently curse the details of the blasted treaty between my people and humankind. The particulars have already beenfinalized, and though I’m an asset to the empire, I’m not arrogant enough to believe I could personally request a specific female from theJansonnawho happened to be outside the predetermined age range.
My gaze sweeps over Leona as I once again try to memorize everything about her. I also inhale her scent, wanting to remember the deliciousness of her budding arousal.
I study her center. More slickness has escaped her core to trickle onto her thighs. I finally nudge the tip of the phallus into her chasm, and her mouth parts on a huge gasp. Quivers assail her as her back arches, drawing my gaze to her bosom. Her nipples remain ever hard, firm little peaks that are begging to be sucked.
Fluxx. I’m on the verge of losing control. All I can think about is leaning down and taking one ripe berry in my mouth. I tear my gaze from her chest and return my eyes to her nether region, though that does little to help calm my desires. I switch from thinking about suckling her bosom to feasting on her pussy.
If I ran my tongue over that sensitive, distended button of hers, would she shatter directly against my mouth? All the blood in my body rushes southward and I become momentarily dizzy. I’m so utterly intoxicated by Leona that I fear I’m losing my sanity.
I increase the pace of swirls to her clit and nudge the metallic shaft a tad deeper, and though it’s a tight fit, her mating orifice stretches around the object. I stare, enraptured, at her center, then push the phallus forward, until it’s halfway submerged in her chasm. Her breath hitches and she continues moaning and whimpering, though none of the noises escaping her sound pained.
Her sensual excitement, the copious slickness in her core that only keeps increasing, helps the metallic shaft glide deeper… until I’m suddenly unable to easily push it further.
I peer at the readings on the medical scanner, as well as the live feed that’s playing on my wrist comm which shows the other physicians’ current results. Two of my colleagues have encountered the same fleshy blockage when attempting to penetrate their patient’s mating orifice with a phallus, though the readings show the fleshy blockage is quite small and the channel continues beyond it, as though it’s a minor obstruction that’s meant to be breached. A barrier of innocence, I realize, as I recall that Darrvason females possess something similar. Not that I’ve ever examined a woman of my kind, as there are only a handful of Darrvason females left in the universe, but I’ve done plenty of reading on the subject.
“Are you in pain, Leona?” I don’t cease strumming her clit, and I revel in her struggle to open her eyes and answer my question. Though she might be experiencing some discomfort from the phallus, I suspect she’s close to a climax. Her nubbin has never appeared so swollen.
“There’s a lot of pressure all of a sudden. Perhaps a slight sting.”
As I inspect the readings on the medical scanner, I debate whether I ought to proceed. Yet I must perform my duty to the Darrvason Empire and determine the full extent of her ability to physically mate with a male of my kind. Truly, I’m about to steal what’s left of her innocence, but it can’t be helped.
I increase my efforts to bring her to a release, spreading more moisture over her throbbing button. I also withdraw the phallus slightly from her core only to push it back inside, and I repeat this motion over and over, mimicking the movement of a plunging shaft in the act of mating.
Just as her body tenses and her face contorts with euphoria, I shove the phallus beyond the fleshy barrier, then immediately withdraw the object and push it even deeper, continuing to drive in and out of her chasm.
She cries out and shudders almost violently, but the blissful look remains on her face, and she continues undulating her hips in a rhythm that mirrors my plunges. A quick glance at the scanner reveals the fleshy barrier is gone.
I wait until her hips cease moving and she settles on the table, panting breathlessly as she peers up at me, her visage once again showing her shock and confusion. I suppose given her upbringing in a sexually repressed society, she likely doesn’t comprehend the significance of what just transpired.
“What,” she gasps, “what was that? That feeling. That intense quaking I just felt. I’ve never…what…” Her voice trails off and she appears dazed.
Satisfaction swells inside me as I realize the gravity of her statement. Not only did she just experience her first climax, but it was I who brought her to the heights of pleasure.
Carefully, I withdraw the phallus from her center and set it aside. Then I brush a hand down the length of one slender thigh. Her legs continue trembling, and she hasn’t quite caught her breath. Questions still brim in her eyes, and I suppose I ought to enlighten her.
“You just experienced a climax, little female.”
“A what?”
“An orgasm,” I clarify. “A perfectly natural response to the pleasure that was winding up inside you as I stroked your clit and penetrated you with the phallus.” I tilt my head to the side as I study her. “You truly have never touched yourself before and felt any such sensation?”
