Page 7 of When She's Stuffed
She laughs, the sound slightly strangled, and her arms tighten around my neck. "If it were any more perfect, I might melt into a puddle. Your spur is just...hitting my clit...and I might come really quick." She punctuates her words with little twitches of her body and a bite of her lip. "Super, super quick."
"And that is...all right?" I just want to be certain. I squeeze her flank, loving how soft and full her backside is.
"Oh, fuck yes."
Good. Because I don't think I can last, either. I pull her weight up slightly, then drag her back down on my length, testing her reaction.
The breath sobs out of her, her fists tight in my uniform. "Again."
Gritting my teeth, I work her over my cock again, moving her up and down as she quivers and moans sounds that might be my name. The hot need builds, and I shuttle into her forcefully despite the awkward angle between us, all my concentration focused on chasing the sensation of her cunt slicking up and down on my cock. Nothing has ever felt better.
Pamela's channel squeezes around me reflexively. She gasps, her face tightening with the onset of her climax. Oh kef. Oh kef. I feel the throb of my pulse through my cock, and then I'm coming. I press her back to the counter as I bury myself fully inside her, muffling my bellow of release against her neck as I flood her cunt with my seed.
She quivers around me, one hand reaching up to caress my horns, and when she's caught her breath, she chuckles. "Well. Now the kitchen really needs to be sanitized."
It's the most absurd thing to hear after being completely wrung out. I let out a bark of laughter, and then another. I keep chuckling even as I bury my head in her now-loose mane, inhaling her sweaty scent mixed with that of sex. "The state of the kitchen is the last thing on my mind at the moment."
"Well, I'm the one that works in here," she replies, tracing a finger along my ear. "You know, Toghar, I didn't think you liked me. Not like that."
"I have. For ages." I wrap my fingers in her soft, soft mane. "I didn't want to push you, though."
"But the sight of me stuffing the Thanksgiving turkey unlocked something inside you?"
I snort. "Actually, no. I think I'm going to have nightmares about that part." At her giggles, I can't resist kissing her smiling lips again. "It was seeing your generosity to others, your delight in simply making people smile. It was you being thoughtful enough to think of me and the other mesakkah even when you were missing home."
"I always think about you," she confesses in a low voice.
My cock twitches at her words. We should probably leave the kitchens soon. Head off to bed together. I'm going to need all night to explore her body properly. I want to bathe her and wash her mane for her, then take her to bed and caress her until she cries out again and does that lovely clenching around my cock.
The human book was a good manual, but there is so much more to learn. "Will you let me court you, Pamela?"
She beams up at me. "I thought you'd never ask."
EPILOGUE
PAMELA
The next morning,I drag myself out of bed early to get a start on deep cleaning the kitchens. At least, that's the plan. The reality takes longer because we can't keep our hands off each other. I blush as I get dressed, distracted by Toghar's roaming fingers and the kisses he showers on me. When we finally part, it's later than I wanted, but I'm in such a good mood I don't care.
The kitchen is as disastrous as I left it, and there's a faint tinge of sex in the air, but that could just be my imagination. I soak the dishes and pull out the cleaner bots, trying to figure out how to change the settings on the scrubbers. Eventually I give up and decide to do things by hand. I bleach and wash the counters twice, humming as I work. There's a delightful soreness deep between my legs that speaks of the fantastic night I had, and my mood is lighter than air.
There's no leftover food from the guards' feast. That's not surprising. After we'd had sex in the kitchen, Toghar and I had hastily cleaned up the worst of the mess and then set the vegetarian feast out on a table out in the mess hall for the guards. We didn't bother to let anyone know. Instead, we raced up tomy room in the staff wing of the va'Rin estate and got back into bed together. Toghar treated me like a princess all night long, adoring me and showering me with lavish attention.
Since the food was left out all night, I'd expected to toss out the leftovers, but every plate has been cleaned down to the crumbs. There's not even a solitary noodle left behind in the soup pot. Maybe the men need a big home-cooked feast every now and then to remind them that they're appreciated. Mentally, I start planning the next big meal. Soup Sundays, perhaps?
But for tonight, I think I'll make a roasted vegetable pie for Toghar. Something with nice crispy edges and a bit of char on the roots?—
The door to the kitchen opens, and Lord va'Rin sweeps in, long robes trailing on the freshly washed floor. His silver-covered horns gleam and his long, dark hair looks like a waterfall down his back. I can't help but compare his erudite elegance to Toghar's shorn head and blunter features, and decide I like Toghar's type much better. He feels a bit more lived in and comfortable. Rough but handsome. The sight of the distinguished lord in my kitchen makes me nervous.I immediately straighten, brushing away a few wispy strands of hair that always seem to escape my braid. The mesakkah lord always looks impossibly refined, reminding me that I am not. "Lord va'Rin. How can I help you?"
He glances around the kitchen, which is in the process of being tidied. "I am looking for Toghar, actually."
Oh. A blush creeps over my face, and I wipe my hands on my apron, even though they're clean. "I saw him not too long ago. He went to go help Vaxar with one of the air sleds. Something about rotating some...part?"
He'd explained it to me, but he'd also been kissing me at the same time. Toghar's lips make it difficult to concentrate on, well, anything.
Lord va'Rin nods and then gazes at the half-cleaned kitchen. The heat in my face grows the longer he stares, and I wonder how keen his sense of smell is."This is quite a bit of cleaning," he comments. "Do you require assistance?"
"I'm fine. I swear. I've got it handled, but I appreciate the thought." Thank god he didn't ask me why I'm bleaching the counters.
