Page 20 of The Emerald Boa's Lover
“So you get that when I said I’m an all-or-nothing kind of guy, that means that you’re officially my boyfriend, right?” I can’t help but be smug at the way Dalahan’s jaw dropped and his shoulders sagged. I chuckle and run my hand back through my hair. “We need to talk boundaries and rules, but wearedating now. Nothing will be different from our day-to-day since you’ve beenactinglike my damn lover anyway.” I chuckle at the continued shock on his scaly face. “But at night we can now fuck too. Does that sound good to you?”
“…yeah.” He nodded cutely and his tail slid over my legs under the water. “But why restrict ourselves to only having sex at night?” I laugh. He’s far too incorrigible. “I need to build my stamina up as well. I-I only came once too.” His neck scales darkened and I blinked at him.
“Erm, hang on…you say that like that’s not normal?”
“Normally it’s at least twice, b-but I haven’t had a partner in such a long time. Like you.” He chuckled and I couldn’t believe it!
“So, to be clear, multiple orgasms is the norm for male Ucfeni?”
“Yes…is…it not for humans?”
“Not usually for human men, no.” I shrug with a smirk. “But I’m looking forward to making you cum twice. I like a challenge.” Oh good Lord, he is grinning at me so I can see his gums and the end of his tail is flicking out like a happy kitty.
“Oh, well, in that case, I will endeavour to be challenging.”
“Shut up and kiss me.” He does, and it won’t be for the last time tonight. Yes, I’ve done it. It’s official. I have surrendered to the giant green snake and made him my boyfriend. I should be more concerned than I am, but I’m still riding the blissful peace that comes with spectacularly emptying one’s balls inside your sexy lover.
Chapter 17
Domestic bliss
Dalahan
1 month later.
I am ridiculously happy. Each morning I wake up to the sound of Charlie grumbling about how damn early it is. I slide out of the sleeping hammock and greet him with a kiss on the cheek. I would prefer to kiss him on the mouth, but he refuses to let me until he has brushed his teeth. My fangs are usually withdrawn, but I make use of a mouth wash just to keep fresh. I make a show of showing him that I’ve gargled and used it, and then the moment he spits the foam of his toothpaste out and uses his own mouth wash, I pounce! Charlie laughs as I coil myself around his legs and my arms around his shoulders as I pepper his face with minty kisses. Only once I’m satisfied I have scented and tasted him enough to taunt us both, or he begins to grumble about having to get ready for his shift at the clinic, do I let him go.
Next, I wind around the access hole to the bottom tier and head to the kitchen. We both know if I linger in the bathroom with him as he uses the water chute to clean off the smell of sleep before heading out, things will escalate quickly. Namely, I will offer myself belly and pouch upward to him and Charlie will not leave me wanting.
He’s always cranky when I make him late for work, so I leave him to it now. I hum a happy tune and pack his lunch and a bottle of cool water. I pretend not to notice when Charlie sneaks up behind me to hold my waist and kiss the side of my neck.
More kissing ensues, of course, until he announces with a pout that he has to go to work. Usually he cuts off our make-out session when my tail starts sliding up the inside of his cargo shorts and my hands up his shirt.
“Later.”That one word he says to me makes a pleasant tingle shoot down my spine to my pouch. I like that word. That word is a promise that he will ensure I’m a tangled mess of satisfactionlater.
The rest of the morning is always comfortable and relatively tame. Charlie readies for work, and I make sure he doesn’t walk out without his lunch. He never forgets his books or his patient notes, but if I didn’t block his way and put the backpack on him, he’d forget his sandwiches. Every time. I escort him to work, making sure he doesn’t walk off the side of a platform to the jungle below because he’s too engrossed in the medical book he’s reading. He’s too proud to let me carry him of course, so I guard him against walking off the edge. I have to be extra vigilant in the evening when I collect him as he’s also tired, as well as stubborn.
Once I hand over Charlie to Luha, a very pretty yellow Boa species of Ucfeni who works as the clinic receptionist, and Charlie's unofficial assistant, I head back home. Thenmywork begins. I press my com-gem to talk to my unit leaders and get an update about how our current projects are going. I listen, take notes, and give the next round of orders. Namely, requisitions, permit authorisations, and make a note of which projects are behind schedule, so I know who I need to chase.
After I’ve made all the calls and smoothed over any issues holding back my workers from ploughing ahead, I go to my workstation to pour over my design projects. I coil my tail around my stool and draw extensions and additional details onto my blueprints. Unlike Charlie, I always remember to stop to drink and see to my needs as they arise, and it’s only when an alarm goes off that I stop working. Because it’s time to collect Charlie from work.
I hum to myself and tidy up the nest before heading out for my partner. I make quick time on my belly and slither at full speed until I reach the clinic. Luha greets me and I take a seat as I wait for Charlie to clock out. He never does so on time. I watch him from a distance with his patients as he treats, laughs, smiles, and at times consoles them. He’s so gentle and kind. No wonder they like him so much. His bedside manner is so compassionate. It’s strange to me that he doesn’t enjoy being a doctor that treats patients. Charlie prefers a lab and Petri dishes, but I think that’s only because he doesn’t like to see people suffer. He has a big heart like that.
Finally, I see him making his way towards me in the waiting area and he has his hands up in an apology before he even speaks.
“Sorry Dal, I lost—”
“Track of time?” I chuckle and roll my emerald eyes at him. He gives me that charming grin that says he isn’t sorry, but also makes me want to kiss the smirk off his face. “Of course. Now let’s go home.” I don’t bother to hide my giddy delight when Charlie takes my hand in his. Slithering beside him to hold his hand and keep up with his human gait isn’t easy, but I’ve become a pro. This desire to hold my hand is a recent development, and Charlie is the one who has initiated it. There’s something very human and very Charlie about the way his fingers are woven with mine. Like he is visually saying ‘Dalahan belongs to me’, and I love it.
The walk home is like a debrief on how our days have been. He never uses names, of course, but he tells me he has once again mostly treated bug bites, physical injuries that have cut the scales, and some aftercare for patients on antibiotics from an infection. One particular case piqued Charlie’s interest, and mine. “They werecoveredin bruises. Not from punching, per se, but from trying to constrict one another. No one bit or clawed at the other, but they were pretty badly banged up. Over a girl too, they said. And that’s the third one I’ve had in two days! What’s that about?”
“Gcorket.” I nod resolutely and tug on Charlie’s hand to move him out of the way when three fast-moving Ucfeni nearly barrel into the back of him. I hiss aggressively at them. I can always tell which Ucfeni have never been sponsors. They don’t look down for a human when they travel.
“G-cor what?”
“Gcorket.” I sneer one last time after the three younger males who flee warily from me. So they should. “It is why your shift has finished earlier than usual today, and why you are not working for the next few days.”
“Ihadwondered about that.” He chuckles and the sound is like silk over my cock. I love his smooth voice. “What’s Gcorket?”
