Page 20 of Right Next Door
Tsok blinked, the foggy quality of the world vanishing, leaving him in the same room, on the same bed, with the same painfully hard cock, but with no sweet, hot, eager female hovering over his leaking cock, waiting for his permission to touch him.
Groaning, Tsok dragged his hands down his face. His cock was burning. It was drying out after being exposed to the air for too long. But it wasn’t going to go back down easily.
Tsok never knew that his imagination was quite so vibrant. He could swear he still saw her there, crawling over him, the sweet parts of her body he didn’t know, had never seen, hidden behind silk, as she promised him wicked pleasures his dreams couldn’t replicate because he didn’t know them. If he took a deep breath, he could pretend he could smell her.
But no.
He dropped his arms down at his sides. He wasn’t wearing his nasal filter – he didn’t sleep with it on if he could avoid it. Butthat was only safe because his mate had never been in his room, and his room was sealed once he locked himself in it for the night. She could be right outside the door, talking to him, and he wouldn’t be able to scent her.
Because he couldn’t scent her. If he smelled her, their mating bond would trigger, and he would lose all that he had gained by bringing her here.
It was hard to remember why that was a good idea, however, when his cock was still throbbing, painful and eager for his female’s touch.
Groaning, he grabbed the stubborn shaft and began jerking it quickly. His fist wasn’t nearly as good as even the dream of his female, but it was all he had. The fleshy scales on his cock dragged against his palm as he rapidly pumped his hand. He imagined pumping inside his female instead, the soft points of the scales dragging along her soft, inner walls, making her squeal and thrash.
Yes. She’d be so beautiful beneath him. The gold of her jewels glittering, the dark of her skin shadowed, flushed with her pleasure, hair wild on his pillow. Legs spread, cunt dripping. Oh, fuck, he didn’t know what a human cunt looked like, but he didn’t rightfully care. He knew what they said about humans, and that was more than enough to fuel his imagination.
The grip of her cunt, tight and hot and wet, squeezing him, draining his balls dry. Taking his seed as was her right. Demanding that he breed her in the natural way – the barbarian way. It was filthy and dirty, something he should not crave as much as he did.
But he did. He wanted her with a harsh edge that choked him as his fist pumped, his hips jerked, desperately fucking his own palm, trying to imagine it was her sweetness instead. Her hot mouth with her agile little tongue. Her tight ass, gaping heropen as he ravished it. Her sweet, luscious cunt, gripping him so tightly as he pounded her mercilessly from above. Her breasts, her thighs, her body bouncing, bouncing, bouncing-
He roared as his balls tightened, shooting his hot seed into the air. It came down, splattering against his belly, matting his fur as his entire body shook, his hand tightening, trying to chase a pleasure that wasn’t nearly as relieving as it should have been.
Because it was his rough palm, not her soft skin. Not her heat, not herscent. Filling his nose, binding him to her, changing him.
Growling, he dug the claws of his other hand into the bed, not cutting through because he kept them dulled and neatly trimmed, but stretching the fabric to the breaking point.
He couldn’t think about her scent. He couldn’t crave her like this. It was dangerous to everything he was trying to do.
In the post orgasm haze, as he came back down, regret and shame filled him.
He was better than this. He was staying away from her for a reason. He was a strong, determined, modern kreecharma male, and hecouldresist this.
Their mating was working out perfectly fine. She was content and not pining for him. He could certainly do the same for a while.
Standing from the bed, he went to the privy to wash his cum from his fur. He hated seeing it washed away. It was such waste a when his female’s cunt was so close. Just a short walk…
Shaking his head, trying to banish the thoughts, he scrubbed vigorously, washing away his desire and coating himself back in the determination to keep his distance from her. He was definitely not including this incident in the journal.
His fur now thoroughly washed and his failure swirling down the drain, he turned off the water and activated the drying settings.Bathing water was mixed with a compound that made it quickly evaporate under light heat. He stood under the dryer, wringing out his fur, until he was fluffy and dry. Once all the traces of the water was gone, he stepped out and reached for his fur brush.
His privy and bathroom were all sealed, allowing him to finish his grooming routine without needing his nasal filter on yet.
He was going to be spending today at home, doing a bunch of datawork that had been piling up. As such, he wasn’t worried about dressing up. There was no one to impress.
In that case, he pulled on a pair of white trousers, long and loose until they tightened around his ankle, his tail coming out from under the attached sash that he tied in the front. Over that, he pulled on a black robe, trimmed in small, delicate purple flowers. He told himself that he was doing it because the robe was comfortable, not because the purple on black reminded him of Misty’s hair.
He left his robe open as he picked his most comfortable nasal filter – a silver model without gemstones. Just a simple silver body that fit over his nose without a lot of extra muzzle decoration.
Barefoot, with only a few rings in his ears, he left his room, stepping into the decon room just outside of it. There he would take off any clothes he wore during the day and put them in the laundry before spraying his fur with a scent diffuser. It was a precaution to prevent anyone’s scent from coming into his sealed room. Carelessness in decontaminating before removing one’s nasal filter was the leading cause of an unexpected mating.
Of course, he knew who his mate was now. He just had to avoid contact with Misty and he didn't need to worry about going through the entire decontamination procedure.
If he scented her, though, he wouldn’t have to worry about ever wearing his nasal filter or going through a decontamination ever again.
The thought was as intrusive as it was titillating and unwelcome. He shoved it to the back of his brain where it belonged as he focused instead on the work he had to get done.
Back in his office, Tsok reclined in his chair as his combot docked. The little device was powerful, following him around and acting as a computer and communication device. However, when it was docked, it connected to a more powerful, more secure, computer, allowing him to do twice as much at once and have fully encrypted, private conversations.
