Page 73 of Rebirth

This hyu’man…what is she doing to me?

Reactions I’ve never had before, occurring even while my ba’clan fight to survive.

It shouldn’t be possible… But I want nothing more than to enter that shelter and investigate the source of this sweet, sweet scent that makes me want to press my nose between her legs.

I have never seen Soh’fee’s suu’ci, but I can imagine exactly what it’s like. Soft and warm, like the rest of her. Just the thought makes a rumble go through me, my sazi hardening so much in its pouch it almost extrudes, and I know I should move away from her. Know I should do what’s right by her and extract myself from her presence. For she is too good for me.

Pure…perfect…Soh’fee.

She shivers against me, possibly from the chill, and her fists tighten against my chest, sending warmth straight through my ba’clan at the spots she touches.

I fear to even move.

If I have misinterpreted this…

If I harm her…

Soh’fee shudders and she holds my gaze as she takes her bottom lip into her mouth.

I’m transfixed.

Every movement…every sound that she makes…I’m recording this in my mind for later playback. It might be one of my last good memories, seeing Soh’fee like this, and I relish the feelings it creates in me.

Tilting her chin back, small breaths pant from her lips as the torrent rains down on us. It creates a beautiful spectacle across her skin as her gaze slips back to my mouth.

I can still taste her, and when she leans in, I am lost in the sensation of her lips on mine once more, the softness of her skin against my claws. I hold her as gently as I can muster, afraid to harm her. Afraid she will pull away like she should. And as the rain continues to pour down around us, creating a symphony of sound that fades away, I am lost as I focus only on Soh’fee.

With a groan that rumbles against my tongue, her hand slips down my torso. It sends a flurry of shivers through my ba’clan as they reach for her, snapping to her fingers like glue, and in horror, I stiffen.

She has seen the monster in me, but this is all new to her. I am new to her. But Soh’fee simply moans and presses her lips against mine even more. I dare to touch her. To allow myself to take a bit of what she is offering, and my claw skates down her back.

She shivers at my touch and when I pause, a soft whimper leaves her lips to die in my mouth.

Rek me. She is the strangest, most addictive thing in the universe.

For a moment, I do not know what to do. I can only stare at the female in my arms.

Perhaps, I am still in the regen tank…back on Edooria. After the experiment. After it occurred. The change. Or perhaps, I am in some state of psychosis… Perhaps I never recovered and all this is a dream. Maybe I am stuck in my underground lab back on my planet, the war having ravaged my world and the Gryken having moved on. Maybe I’m stuck there. Alone. And this is all a dream.

But as Soh’fee whimpers against me again, leaning into me, it feels all too real, and a thrum goes through my frame. A thrum. I am thrumming for this female.

This is no dream.

This is reality.

Her soft body against mine, the feel of her breath against me, the sensation of her soft tongue flicking against my lips…

I groan as I grip her closer to me, crushing our lips together.

Soh’fee pants, whispering my name as her tongue darts out once more, brushing against mine and a shudder goes through me that has the beads of water falling off my ba’clan like shiny pebbles.

Her little tongue demands a dance I do not know, but want, oh so much, to learn.

I roll my tongue against hers, encircling it with my own as I pull it farther into my mouth and Soh’fee jerks, her eyes flying open. The tentacles at the sides of my lips snap to her jaw in a soft caress, not wanting her to pull away.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, wide eyes staring at my mouth.

This is it. The moment she wakes up and realizes this is madness.

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