Page 32 of Rescued By the Luxirian

His nostrils flared. Then he went still for a very different reason. “The insemination stage?”

I nodded, hesitantly. “From a donor.”

“A donor,” he repeated.

“Yes.”

His breath whistled through him.

Hurriedly, I said, “I’ve been getting pre-treatment injections to make me, uh, more fertile. All in anticipation for the sperm donor. But now, that appointment is obviously not happening since I, um, crashed here. But I just thought that you should know. That if we have sex, we will need to be careful and use protection, since I’m…”

“Fertile,” he rasped.

My face heated. “Yes.”

I couldn’t get a read on him. He’d gone strangely still, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine.

“I’ve just always wanted a child,” I found myself telling him. “I’vedreamedof a child for so long. I thought that I’d get lucky, maybe meet someone compatible, a life partner who wanted the same things that I did. But it never happened. Having a child after a certain age can be risky for humans and so I started saving. I’ve saved up foryearsfor the treatments, just in case. Then suddenly, I had enough credits even though I still hadn’t found someone I wanted to start a family with. So I decided to book the treatments. To choose a donor. To get pregnant and raise a child on my own. I didn’t want to wait for someone that might not come along.”

The story spilled from me the longer he was staring. He still had an unreadable look on his face. A part of me couldn’t tell if I’d just ruined everything between us.

Well, no shit,I couldn’t help but think.You just told the guy that you’re super primed to have a baby and you just met him.

Only…I felt safe telling him this. Droxan was different. He was unlike any male I’d ever met before.

“It doesn’t have to change anything,” I told him quietly, squeezing the tight ball of his shoulder, wiping the water that dripped into my eyes with my other hand. “I just thought you should know so that we can be careful. But I really want to have sex with you. If you want that too.”

A gruff sound wound up his throat.

“Unless you don’t?” I asked, disappointment and embarrassment threading through my belly. “Because I’ll understand if you?—”

I felt a tug underneath me and I watched him toss away the bottoms of my bikini with wide eyes. Floating away towards the bank, pushed by the waterfall waves.

He’d ripped them from me.

Then a startled moan rang out across the lagoon because suddenly his fingers were between my legs and he was rolling and pressing the pad of his wide thumb against my sensitive clit.

“Droxan.”

“You think I haven’tvraxingachedto get inside you?” he growled. “To get inside this slick, hot cunt and feel you come around my cock?”

“Oh,” I breathed, feeling him slide a thick finger all the way inside me, right up to his knuckle. I clenched around the digit, beginning to rock against him. Relieved that he wasn’t afraid about the treatments. “More,” I pleaded.

My hands were already reaching between us, desperate to grip that thick cock. I knew every inch of it now, knew where his ridges were, where he was most sensitive, how sucking on the spot below the head made his eyes roll back.

“We need to talk though,luxiva,” he groaned, his voice guttural, “because I don’t have protection here. I haven’t needed any for threevraxingyears. You think I expected a beautiful female to fall out of the sky, one who makes me thiscrazed?”

He…he hadn’t had sex for three years?

My stomach sank with realization.

No, no, no.

“Pull out then,” I pleaded. “Please, Droxan. Just pull out. I trust you.”

He groaned again but my words sparkedheat. Hewantedthat. He wanted to fuck me bare.

“Not to be dramatic or anything,” I started, digging my fingers into his shoulders when I rocked my hips, the hot length of his cock sliding against my naked pussy, “but if we don’t have sex today, I might not survive it.”

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