Page 35 of I Married A Catman

“It pleases me tremendously to hear it,” I said in all sincerity. “I was hoping it would be the case. That said, just so you know, I do not mean to appear distant or reluctant. The past years have made me quite guarded. In this instance, I admit that I’m overthinking the entire situation. On the shuttle from the spaceport, you said that you weren’t disappointed by me. But I do worry you might be… distraught by the parts of me you haven’t seen yet. We’re quite different from human men.”

Ophelia snorted. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement even as her cheeks reddened. “Yes, I’m aware. You’re not the only one who did a bit of research. I read up on your people… abouteverything... if you know what I mean.”

I burst out laughing, the face she made being both hilarious and incredibly adorable.

“Well, since we are in confession mode, I also read abouteverythingregarding your people, especially female anatomy.”

It was silly, but we were grinning at each other like two teenagers witnessing something raunchy for the first time. I liked the complicity it created between us.

“So… it’s true that you guys have spikes down there?” she asked, her cheeks so red they seemed on the verge of bursting into flames.

I nodded, surprised to find my smile broadening instead of fading with the anxiety I previously felt regarding that.

“We do. There are usually three or four rows of them all around the circumference,” I said with a hint of amusement.

“Are they hard?” she asked, looking half guilty, half worried.

I laughed again and shook my head. “No, Ophelia. They are not hard. You are not going to get torn to shreds by them. Our spikes are hard enough to provide a pleasant sensation to the female, but soft and flexible enough not to cause any pain or discomfort. The tips are also rounded, not pointy. I assure you, that while their sight might be unnerving to you the first time you see them, they will procure you nothing but intense pleasure.”

The way she shifted at the edge of the bed lit a strange spark in the pit of my stomach. At a visceral level, I knew with unshakable certainty that she just imagined how those spikes would feel inside her. That subtle response from me to her reaction boded well.

“I’m happy to hear it. We’re pretty soft inside, so the thought of spikes had me a little nervous. Those websites have a way of showing the most intimidating pictures. Even the spikes on your tongue look like a bunch of claws ready to shred even the hardest material to pieces.”

I chuckled. “You are correct. Close up imagery of both our penile and lingual spikes can appear terrifying. But… hmmm… I understand that women have their clitoris outside instead of within, like our females?”

“We do,” Ophelia replied before her face took on a grumpy expression. “And despite that, men pathetically fail at finding it.”

“By the Gods, so it’s true?!” I exclaimed, flabbergasted.

Ophelia burst out laughing before shaking her head. “It’s not true. Well, let’s just say that it’s partially true. Too many men fail to give it the proper level of attention. Many women struggle at reaching their climax purely from penetration. A lot of us absolutely need clitoral stimulation to achieve it.”

I bit back the instinctive urge to say that such an unfortunate outcome wasn’t surprising considering how pathetically unimpressive and ill adapted the human males’ cocks were compared to their women’s sex.

“I promise that I will give your clitoris an abundance of attention,” I pledged with a confidence that bordered on smugness.

This time, my mate didn’t only squirm where she sat, but her scent also shifted. Although it differed from our females, I instantly recognized the subtle hints of her blossoming arousal. To my pleasant surprise, the enticing, spicy scent resonated straight in my loins. At long last, I felt the first stirring in my nether region.

“Remember you offered when I hold you to your promise,” Ophelia replied, her eyes darkening.

“I will expect you to do just that, not that it will be required. I’m a male of my word, and I will be damned before I’m ever accused of leaving my mate unsatisfied.”

Something had shifted in the past couple of minutes. I couldn’t quite put my finger on the cause, but I was finally becoming the one more assertive while my mate was the one becoming shy. The more dominant side I miserably failed to display since this whole conversation began sure took its sweet time to join the party.

“But what of your teats?” I asked before immediately cringing, even as my female snorted. “I’m sorry, I meant your breasts. From what I read, it says women like for them to be given some attention as well.”

Ophelia nodded, her gaze flicking down towards her chest for a few seconds before she looked back at me.

“Yes. Breasts are quite erogenous for us humans—including our men—but especially for women. We like to get them fondled, pinched, and even bitten. But not too hard,” she amended quickly. “A little sting is exciting, pain not so much, unless you’re into the whole sadism kink, which definitely isn’t one of mine.”

Although I nodded slowly, my eyes remained locked on her chest. By Nazhral standards, my woman’s breasts were humongous. Our females had four teats on their chests, two on each side—that were just slightly bigger than my own. Technically it wasn’t so much the very narrow areola, but rather the size of the nipple itself. It was a bit plumper and longer to make it easier for our younglings to latch onto them. But each teat was merely more than a slight bump on their chest. You couldn’t grab a handful with our females unlike with my mate. And those generous bulges on my woman’s chest looked like each would fit snugly in my large palms.

Her words replayed in my mind. I couldn’t wait to see how she responded to the rough texture of my tongue on her nipples. I read they hardened the more aroused the woman became. I couldn’t wait to witness that phenomenon.

“You’re staring,” Ophelia mumbled after a while.

My eyes snapped back up to lock with hers, and I felt as embarrassed as she seemed. I had not meant to ogle her breasts. But seeing their impressive size up close had completely derailed my train of thought.

“Apologies. I was just thinking how fascinating our anatomical differences are.

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