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But I didn’t want children like that. I wanted childrenwithsomeone. I wanted to raise a young one to adulthood and watch them make first steps, small mistakes, eat messily.
I wanted a real life.
And as Noel left, and I slid into bed, sharing space between Doc and Nexus, I wondered if there was someone out there that Doc would be just as happy with.
Chapter Nine
Doc
I woke with a headache like I’d never felt in my life, sweating as if I were in a triple-lined suit too close to a star on a spacewalk.
My skin, softer than it ever was, brushed against damp sheets, clean and crisp. I smelled like Sarge and that made my whole body warm and tingle straight into my… I reached down and froze…
Sarge stirred beside me and the neck of his shirt had sagged a little, giving me a glimpse of his scars. I glanced over at them, knowing I was closer tohimthere than I was looking at his face. He didn’t pull his shirt up, blocking me off from the view, but I met his eyes all the same. I placed a hand over his chest, studying my light-blue scales. My skin stood out pale as compared to Vil, but still a blue. But all documentation I had said that vividly colored omegas were preferred. Though, maybe I was vividly colored as compared to some? Certainly, more than Noel.
My heart swelled when I saw him, and more than him. His human form wasn’t something that pleased me in the traditional sense. He was broadly built and dark-eyed. His thick hair was nice to run my fingers through. His soul made me happy, in a way. I wanted to fuck his soul, if that made sense.
Did it?
“Where’s my dick?” I meant to say something else: how much I cared for him or how much I appreciated him babysitting me.
A strained look came over his face, deep thought in those brooding eyes creating a distance between us. I held my breath and froze when he leaned in to kiss me, lips parted. That sweet taste melted over my tongue, and I hummed, closing my eyes.His hand migrated to my waist then my hip, circling gently as I rested my palm over his chest, a habit I’d developed as I’d come to understand his true self.
“Hmm.” His deep voice made me shiver, and a blossoming sensation in my groin made things shift and slide. “Right there. Just as impressive as always.”
He didn’t move my hand. The pulse of him under my fingertips brought me more pleasure than I could imagine. Especially when the bulk of him squirmed there, as if enjoying my touch. I closed my eyes to soak it in.
“Can you feel that? My hand there.” I brushed my lips over his and my cock strained, the sensation of it plumping and emerging so much more than before. New nerve endings, new anatomy. I’d have an experience not many others had before. Perhaps Sarge had the experience, an orgasm in a new body. The thought quickly became a possibility, at least.
Sarge’s hand wrapped around my cock, giving it a stroke. “I can. It’s a rare day for me, too. Parts of me are moreawake.”
I glanced lower and noticed a bulge in his pants. It’d been so long since he’d been aroused. “Thought that was gone?”
“I exaggerate. I don’t want you upset when it doesn’t work. It doesn’t look all that great these days, but I feel it today. Over the clothes?” The rawness in Sarge’s throat made me shiver as I drew my other hand to his groin and cupped the long-forgotten shape of him for a stroke as he reciprocated.
I lost myself in the pleasure of it, the pulse of his true form, the warmth of his hand on oversensitive flesh. My own hand traced his hardness, praying I brought him a modicum of pleasure—though I knew he enjoyed everything I could give him.
“Come for me. I want your first to be with me.” He whispered it over my lips before engaging me in that sweet kiss of his. His mustache brushed against my upper lip, unkempt shadows of hair scratching along the skin of my face that hadonly softened since my experience. Whatever he did made my tail curl, and what Noel said about it wrapping instinctively around mating partners came true. I lost myself as it curled about Sarge’s leg.
With barely a few minutes of gentle strokes, I lost myself in the sensation and came. The pleasure of it took me by storm, working its way up my tail and through my belly. Deep inside, things pulsed and squirmed as wetness flooded both my cock’s sheath and my anus, begging to be penetrated.
Sarge, for his part, swallowed my moan into his mouth and silenced me, pushing into my shaking hand that had lost its pace.
The way he hummed against my mouth and let his body tremble, both his true body and his vessel. The spasm that resulted had him gasping and pulling away, control of his face fluttering for a bare moment, expressions running wild. His eyes rolled back, and body slumped, limp against me.
His hard cock softened under my touch and his limp body jerked, fumbling to come back into full control. I’d seen the reaction once or twice before and chuckled. His true body could experience a type of orgasm, and I truly adored his loss of control. In his choked breaths of returning control, he breathed over me. “Promise me.”
“Almost anything.” I’d learned not to accept blanket promises a long time ago.
“When I go. If you get my body…” He shuddered through a breath. “I want you to open me and touch me. Hold me once, please.”
I clenched my jaw and took him in a kiss again. “I promise.”
Our lips brushed, and breath mingled. My chest shuddered as I placed my hand back over his chest. “I will hold you, and I will touch you. I won’t be disgusted. I could never be. And if you want, I will kiss you good night one more time.”
“Even if I’m sticky and slimy?”
“Maybe that’s the best part?” I offered him a wicked grin that caught fresh flesh on my new, sharp teeth.Ow…
