Page 29 of Nine Inch Nasty
Her pretty hands peel off the pillow from my face and she kisses tiny, fluttering things all over my skin. “If that’s what you’re into, if that’s going to do it for you, then absofuckinglutely. You’reabout to be the prettiest goat boy there ever was with all the praise I’m going to heap on you. And the fuck you talking about your dick isn’t very impressive? Have youseenyour dick? Like, legit question. It ismagnificent.”
I feel a smile pulling at my lips. “Really?”
“Oh my gods, you like the praise a lot, don’t you? Okay, Wil. I’m going to take excellent care of you.”
“Can I…can I be on top?”
“What baby wants, baby gets.” She flips over onto her back, arches it, and spreads those goddess blessed legs. “Show me what you’ve got, goat boy.”
Honestly, that should not make my dick throb like it does.
I know I just need to get out of my head. I take my time with her legs, doing my best to tune out the sounds happening in the dorm around us. I study every inch of those curvy, thick legs, brushing kisses against the insides of her knees, spend some time inhaling the sweet scent of her where her skin parts, taste her to remember exactly how sweet she actually is, and as impossible as it is to tear myself away, I manage to head farther up, and I study the shit out of the incredible breasts that must do terrible things to her back. Gods, I’m going to need to go to confession soon with all this internal cussing I’m doing. Maybe the gods don’t care.
The goddess herself would weep with cuss words if she were in my position.
“I've got to tell you, it's kind of messing with my head a bit, being with you like this. I spent so much energy trying to suppress this side of myself, trying to convince myself to ignore that part of my body. So naturally, I had to go and get mated to the sexiest woman alive then, didn't I? Talk about sink or swim.”
And I know I've pulled her out of the moment. Dummy.
Her legs relax against the bed, and her hands rise to cup my face. “Wil, is there anything I can do to help you be more comfortable with this? And I don't mean this exact situation. I mean like, in general, being with me and all.”
Boldly, I kiss the palm of her hand. “It's just going to take time, sweet. I think having a date or two together will help though, it's just weird for me to understand that touching you like this is something you want from me, something I'm allowed to do. Something I don't have to feel guilty about.”
“This probably isn't the life you envisioned, is it? If you hadn't met me, how would you go about finding a partner when you were ready to?”
“Well, it would start at church. I’d talk to the pastor, and he'd probably pray with me, my parents would probably help find somebody they approved of. In our church, it's pretty important to find somebody of the same faith.”
This time she closes her legs completely, scoots back on the bed to sitting and grabs a pillow to cover herself with. Definitely not the direction I wanted things to go, but it does make it easier to focus.
“I've never really been big into going to church. Is that going to be a problem with you or your family? When you grow up with a mother that’s able to communicate with the goddess regularly, church feels a little unnecessary. Most of the time I feel like the goddess is like the quirky, crazy aunt that everybody has funny stories about. It's hard for me to think of her in the terms that you do; that she’s some austere being who wants us to live a quiet life talking about her and encouraging people to follow her more closely. I don't mean that to be offensive in any way, soI'm sorry if that came off that way. This is kind of a fundamental difference between us though, isn't it?”
I rub my face, trying to figure out how to answer that. “One thing the church preaches above all else, is duty to your mate. I'm sure my mother and father will have some words to say about not being included in the development of our relationship, or the fact that we got mated without their approval or knowledge, but it's not like we could have done it any other way.
“But I want you to know that I'm going to stand beside you proudly, no matter what happens. I'm kind of just ignoring the fact that I'm going to have to deal with that at some point. We haven't had a minute to ourselves as a newly mated couple to just enjoy each other. And I know there's always going to be other people around, and I'm okay with that, really. But this is nice too.”
“Be honest. That first day you barged into my dorm and found me drunk on the balcony, you had to have thought I was absolutely crazy.”
I shake my head. “I thought you were beautiful. I'd already knocked on several doors before I got to yours, most people just slammed the door in my face. I was supposed to knock on so many and then report back to church the next day. That was an interesting report, let me tell you.”
Her eyes sparkle. “You put me in your report? What did you say?”
It's hard not to be awestruck by how wonderful she is, how beautiful she is with all her bare skin and her long hair tied up for me. I reach out and run a finger over the curve of her shoulder, running it down her arm until I find her hand, linking it with mine. “Basically, that when I tried to deliver my prepared script, I was informed that you were the daughter of the queen,and therefore the much higher authority on the goddess. I wrote that I had a lot to learn from you instead and then ranted on about the intricacies of a conduit lifestyle, and how complicated it can be, and how much I admire it.”
“That's right, didn't you say you were fascinated by conduits?”
I nod. “Honestly never thought I'd be with one, but it's already surpassing all my expectations.” “
“And what expectations would those be?”
“For example, when we were in Shelly’s insane fake world, it was kind of nice having you and the other guys there. Being sent to a new realm unexpectedly should have been completely terrifying. Because I knew we all had the same goal in mind though, that of keeping you safe and of figuring out how to get home, it wasn’t. Every time I’d start to freak out about everything that was happening, I’d remember I wasn't the only one that had to sort it out.
“And also now for instance; we’re processing things in our own way, and I get to be in here with you, decompressing, and I can hear others out there—my gods, what are they doing?”
Delaney lets out a groan. “Sounds like they're trying to save the world from an alien invasion.”
The door busts open, and August is there wide-eyed, breathing heavily. “We've got to reroute our course. Moon is full of them. You need to seek cover now!”
Delaney crawls out of bed, naked, and let me tell you, the view from behind is even better. “We'll get right on that, big boy. Tell your boss we said thank you for the warning.”
