Page 57 of The Alien Noble's Little Human

After a moment, as my pleasure subsides, Taurek removes his mouth from my pussy. I finally open my eyes and see that at some point, Taurek had taken his own clothes off. I was too lost in my own pleasure to even notice.

I take his cock in my hands and gently stroke it. He’s already fully erect. Taurek sweeps me off my feet and carries me over to the bed.

He gently lays me down on the softest sheets I’ve ever felt in my life. Taurek gets on top and carefully rubs the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. In anticipation of what will come next, I let out a sound close to a purr.

Taurek slides his cock into me and kisses me, then grazes my neck with his teeth. My soaking wet pussy opens easily to accept his massive shaft. Taurek thrusts slowly and gently. It’s animalistic and raw as it’s been before, but there’s something new. A feeling of genuine love.

“Oh, Taurek.” I grab his head and pull him down for a deep kiss. “I love you, Taurek.”

“I love you, Zaya. My fated mate.”

We repeat that exchange to each other over and over as he lovingly thrusts into me. I’m on the brink of orgasm again, so quickly after my last one. But every time I hear him say “I love you,” I get a little closer.

“I’m about to come again.”

“Let’s come together.”

“Touch my spines.”

He grabs my hands and slams them in his back, and he lets out a guttural moan, a mix between a yelp and a growl. My fingers find his spines, and his whole body starts to quiver at a single touch. I slowly start to stroke them, like I would with his cock, and dig my fingers and nails in deeply.

“I love you,” he moans. He leans in again for another deep kiss.

Together, we’re sent over the edge. The dam bursts within me once again as his cock explodes and fills me with his seed. At this moment, we’re connected in a way I’ve never felt before. If this is what having a fated mate comes with, I’m not complaining.

Hours later, I lay in bed restlessly, listening to the sound of Taurek’s soft breathing. Despite being at total peace next to him, I can’t sleep. My mind is still on Hanai. I really thought I was going to be able to save her. My remedy should’ve worked. Now it feels like we’re all just biding our time until she passes. I can’t do that.

I slowly slip out of bed, and fortunately, Taurek hardly stirs. He must be exhausted after the past few days. I throw on some clothes and tiptoe out of the room.

The palace is completely quiet. All I can hear is the sound of my feet against the marble floor. I don’t know if this is common or if it’s normally more lively, considering I’ve only been here a handful of days in total.

I make my way down to Hanai’s bedroom. I need to see her face and check on how she’s doing. She looks peaceful sleeping in her bed, but I know the truth all too well. She’s dying, and I failed to help her.

As I get closer, it gets clearer how shaky Hanai’s breathing is. I simply kneel down next to her bed. Tears start to fall down my face. I don’t know what else to do.

I close my eyes and start to pray. I’m not sure to whom. I don’t even think I’ve prayed since I was a kid, sick in bed and wishing to get better.

Please, I pray,save Hanai. She’s innocent in all of this. She’s just a child. She should be out running around and playing with her friends. Not stuck in bed surrounded by useless doctors all day.

I open my eyes. What am I doing? I wipe the tears from my eyes. The crying is as useless as the praying. Nothing will change unless I change it. But what can I do? I see my bag in the corner of her room, which I must have left there, thinking I was about to leave. Instead, I found out this may be my home forever, the home I’ve dreamed of having.

I walk over to grab it and return to Hanai’s bedside.

I rummage through it, looking for a remnant from the trip, or something soothing for her that I may have packed. The roxolite is safe and refrigerated in the makeshift laboratory created by necessity in one of the unused kitchens, and the inger worms are in one of Hanai’s old, unused terrariums.

I widen my eyes at the sight of the strong, corded roots growing from the roxolite, and the silk and strands of mineral thread the nomads gave to us as part of the celebration, along with the minerals I took from the roxolite cavern.

I get some of my tools, the ones for extracting minerals, but also for making my wares, and I know what I have to do.

With a mind of their own, my fingers start to intertwine the roots together. Before I know it, I’m halfway to making a bracelet. If I can’t heal her, maybe I can at least give Hanai something beautiful in this world before she leaves it. I decide to make one for each wrist.

I grab some of the silk and weave it between the sturdy rope. A colorful streak runs through the bracelet among the light threads. Using the condensed light tool, I shape the roxolite and other stones into beads and amulets.

For the centers, I use jewels of drathasite, the conductive stone we found, the one that helped us into the cave. The metal braids blend perfectly with the roots and silk around it, and it’s done. I find clay sigils representing the spirit of the mountain from the ritual celebration that I add for clasps.

I slip the bracelets onto her wrists, and they fit perfectly. Both of her hands are held by love, even if no one else is with her. I hope that if Hanai wakes up… no,whenHanai wakes up, she’ll like them.

As soon as I’m done, my exhaustion hits me like an avalanche down a mountainside. I simply lay down beside Hanai’s bed. Once my eyes close, I fall asleep faster than ever before.

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