Page 73 of Right Next Door
Well, if he couldn’t dominate him physically, he could show the tiny thing that he was mated to Misty – someone he clearly considered to be part of his pack judging by his tolerance of her. The demented thing was growling, but didn't even show his claws, as she pet him as best she could under the couch. Trying to prompt him out so he could ‘get used to’ Tsok.
Tsok knew better than to think that shoving himself into the tiny beast’s face would work. But there were other ways to establish dominance.
For instance, while Misty was bent over, trying to coax him out from under the couch, Tsok grabbed her pants and yanked them down over her hips. She jumped, crying out, but before she could stand up or turn back, he was shoving his fingers inside her. His blunted claws couldn’t scratch her from the inside, but he was still careful about moving them within her, not wanting to cause her any discomfort.
Oh, but she responded to him so well. Letting out a whimpering little cry, her chest going down, her ass coming up. Giving him better access to quickly get her slick and wet for him. He didn't need much, not when his own cock was already slick and half-extruded for her. A few pumps of his hand was all it took then he was there, thrusting inside her.
It was quick and hot and desperate. He fucked her until she squealed, her back arching further, ass going high. Like she was begging for him to plant his kits in her womb.
He grunted, pumping himself inside her. Imagining that she hadn’t halted her ovulation, that her little womb was helpless and open to him.
He came three times to her one, but her pleasure lasted so much longer. Squeezing and clutching around his cock like a hand, eager to milk him for more.
It was quite an enjoyable moment. Made only better when Misty turned and shoved him onto his back so she could straddle him instead. She wasn’t done with him yet. Which was just fine by him. He always had more.
If he ever scented her, he’d go into a full rut. At that time, his sac would increase in size as he produced even more seed. He’d be able to – and basicallyneedto – take her repeatedly without breaks. Of course, at that time, his entire body would change. He’d get bigger, his muscles would get more defined, he’d change in an evolutionary failsafe designed to keep his mate and kits safe. The same as Senior Boktare and Vigo. Their larger size was a direct result of being mated.
Tsok would not let that happen, of course. He was going to maintain his relationship with Misty exactly like this. That meant, however, he was exhausted and drained dry that much sooner. Not as quickly as his little female, who needed more time than him to recover. But she didn’t complain at all when he kept going on at her, using her body for his own relief until they were laid out together, his female once again splayed over his chest, as they caught their breath. The General still glaring at him, perhaps even a bit more hatefully.
Tsok could only smirk at the beast, taking a full hand of Misty’s plush ass and squeezing it possessively as he glared at him. Reminding the tiny creature of his place.
“I know you’re not trying to dominate my cat by fucking me in front of him,” Misty said, an ill-concealed laugh in her voice as she kept her eyes shut, head resting on his chest.
“He’ll get used to it,” Tsok assured her, enjoying the warmth of her cunt around him. His cock really liked being inside her. He could easily just lay there with it being warmed within her slick channel and never move again, and he was rather sure he’d be happy.
Of course, eventually, they did have to get up. But it wasn’t long before they were in bed and Misty was showing him all the delightful things a human female could do with her mouth. And it turned out, his cock liked the inside of her throat almost just as much.
He then took his turn licking all over her, enjoying, in particular, the piercings through her nipples. She obviously liked them being played with, so he did just that. Using both hands to pull and tease on the bars and her skin as his tongue worked between her legs. Feasting on their essences combined. She really seemed to like that, so he enjoyed it all the more.
When they weren’t fucking – seriously or playfully – they were chatting. Eating. Cuddling. She told him about her life on Earth. About the desperation that drove her to quickly accept the offer of being his mate and coming out here, leaving everything behind. He became enraged when she told him about the corrupt official that nearly put his hands on her. However, she denied his offer to try to deal with it.
His position meant that he was allowed to get involved on other planets. He could certainly work with the ambassadors to Earth to try to demand punishment for what his female went through.
But she told him no. That he wouldn’t be able to change anything, and that people on Earth would only get mad if he tried to interfere in that way. The official in question might becorrupt, but he was well loved in that town and aliens already weren’t super popular on her planet anyway.
She urged him to let it go. That she was beyond that male’s reach anyway, and she would rather focus on her life here.
Tsok knew she was right – especially about his ability to demand anything from authority figures on another planet – but it was a bitter pill to swallow.
Changing the subject, she asked about his life in the kit centers. It wasn’t a particularly interesting story, as he considered his life rather ordinary. Which was what he told her.
“I did well in all my academic lessons and my skills training. During my last year, there was a greater focus on me saving up to move out and start my life on my own power. I went into politics after that and worked my way up to char through my efforts. Not particularly interesting.”
“Did you ever meet your parents?”
“My dam and sire?” He blinked, confused, looking down at her.
They were lounging on one of her sofas – Misty mostly lounging across his body. As she liked to do. As he liked her to do. The warmth and weight of her there was a comfort, and he absolutely loved that she couldn’t seem to keep herself from petting him. It was a constant thing. If she had her hands on him, they were stroking. He could tell the exact moment she fell asleep because her pets would gradually slow then finally stop. And then she’d sometimes fist his fur like she needed to cling to it. And he liked that as well.
“Yeah,” she answered, her fingers still petting him now. “Your mom and dad. Did you ever get the chance to meet them.”
“I did, yes.”
“Well?”
“What answer do you want from me?”
“I mean, what’s your relationship like,” she laughed. “Personally, I never got along well with either of my parents. My dad left when I was like thirteen, which was fine because he was a bit of an abusive ass. And my mom and I fought every day until I turned eighteen and could leave the house. Although, between you and me, I actually left at like seventeen and a half, but she didn't like me either, so we just pretended I was eighteen and were happy to see each other go.”
