Page 10 of Bred By Fafnir

The most unholy noise leaves me as I pound his firm back. “Not my belly, oh god, you need to put me down now!”

“Hush.” He growls, his long tan and gray tail swishing with agitation. Because yes, how dare I try to not pee on him!

“Ass.” I hiss under my breath.

I’m counting the seconds as his long strides eat up the house. The warmer tones of the off-white walls in his bedroom overwhelm my vision, my gaze darting to the giant circular bed that dominates the room. I’m squirming as he slides me down his chest, my toes curlingagainst the rough cut but polished wooden floor. His hand smacks against a slightly recessed indention on the wall, and the door doesn’t slide open more than a few inches before I’m slithering through it like the house is on fire. “Close it!”

He huffs but does as I say.

My glare only deepens as I jerk my underwear down, all but clambering onto the oversized toilet with a weird open back. I guess to account for his tail. It's one of those long, awkward pees that never seems to end,especiallyconsidering I know he can hear me.

Once it does, three Terra2 solars later, I clean up and rush to the shower, turning it on, thankful it’s not as convoluted as the bathroom door. Not only do Ineeda shower, but currently, I’m willing to do anything but be out there withhim. My anger got the best of me, and I was a little mean but also screw him right now. I haven’t calmed down enough yet to feel bad about it.

It heats quicker than any shower I’ve had before, a sigh leaving my throat as I step under the stream. My finger dusts the control panel, turning it up a little more, to account for the temperature change when the water finally hits me from all the way up there. It takes another few deep breaths before I open my eyes and actuallylookaround me. The shelves are lined with beauty products that’ve never been opened, obviously meant for me, although I haven’t a clue why I’d need so many. All of them are wrapped neatly and are naturally made. My eyes dart for the door, wondering if he’s still out there before I pivot in the stream of scalding water, plucking up his opened, used bar of soap, bringing it to my nose.

I don’t know what in the world possesses me to do it. My cheeks flame as his smell engulfs the shower, the soap coming off as it suds under the stream. Cold forests and rich wood. My eyelids flutter closedand open before I put it back, rubbing some on my chest like a fucking lunatic.

A hiss leaves my throat as I prod at my bruised tailbone, stretching this way and that to take in the damage in the giant stall like shower. The top half of me is exposed by a half wall meant to keep the water in, but only barely. Judging by the drains in the floor and other shower head looking feature by the sink, this seems to be a wet bathroom like the ones back home.

My heart gives a pitiful little pang. It’s only day one, and the lack of family, of familiarity, the smell of my own sheets is—

I shriek, covering my breasts with my arms as Fafnir steps inside. “What the hell?!”

He growls as his gaze lands on me, probably looking like a drowned rat, but… the look he has in his eyes isn’t disproving. Quite the opposite, really, or perhaps I’m still taken by the same flavor of insanity that urged me to use his soap.

Oh god, can he smell that?

The bundle of fabrics in his arms is forgotten as he takes in another languid pass of my wet form, making my cheeks flush down to my chest. “F-Fafnir?”

His voice is deeper, gruffer, and I don’t dare step back behind the half wall or lower my eyes despite everything inside me screaming to do both. “Some clothing and fresh towels.”

I nod my thanks, but he doesn’t leave, just glares at the bundle.

“Was there something else?”

“I apologize for my inattention, Lenora. I am used to being alone.”

His words hit deeper than I’d like, wiping away some more of my lingering anger, but just barely. “It’s a lot for us both. These things take time.” I offer, wishing they sounded a little softer than they do.

He huffs at that, stalking from the bathroom. I watch his bulked form and frenzied tail, chewing at my bottom lip until the door slides shut behind him.

I stay in the shower for admittedly too long, and stay evenlongerafter seeing the pajamas he’d bought for me. It’s a sheer, gauzy babydoll style top with silky, barely there shorts on the bottom. I must’ve scowled at the uncomfortable thing for a good ten minutes before reluctantly donning it. I grumble, cursing not for the last time that we aren’t allowed to bring out our own clothes. Something about making it easier to assimilate to the new culture, which is fine and all, but this clearly was made off-world.

Did he bother to get me any clothes locally at all, or just buy the sexiest stuff he could find on the intergalactic web? Not that it matters, really. My modesty on Terra2 had always been out of necessity and not preference. There's no traditional mirror above the sink, only a large one that leans against a wall in the corner, rimmed with natural knotted wood. Despite the room being thickly cloaked in steam, it isn’t the least bit foggy. When I finally bulk up the courage to face it, I get an immediate, uninterrupted view of my own twisted looking face.

That sight alone has me breathing deep and forcing my features to relax. We can’t both be petulantly grumpy, or this will be the most hellish year of my life to date.

The moment that thought passes, I know it’s wrong, but thinking about my family right now certainly won’t help me adopt a neutral disposition. That’s currently filed under the,I can’t think about anything of substance right now or I’m going to have a mental breakdowncategory,wayin the back of my mind.

My attention dips to the frilly outfit, my cheeks heating with more than the residual heat from the shower. I’ve never worn anything this…prettybefore. Despite the way the lacy parts make my chest and waistitch, it hugs my body well, my wide hips flaring with the bouncy top as I do a little spin. My ass looks great too. Lifting my chin and giving myself a little nod in the mirror, I fumble for only a few seconds, trying to get the door open before the chilled air of the bedroom hits me. The smell of Fafnir and… no fucking way!

Pizza.

He has a food replicator!

I all but float dreamily toward the smell, my mind locked on a one-way track until I see the male chopping something besides a sizzling pan. His broad back tenses as I enter the room, his head tilting over his shoulder only slightly. “If this…PissAis not of your liking, I can get you something else.”

Notpizza, piss, then a long A.

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