Page 16 of Brute's Mate

“You don’t need one of those injections,” I say. “What you need is a climax.” I settle my gaze on her nether lips, which are completely bare and glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

She tries to shield the area between her thighs, but I grasp her hands and hold them at her sides. “I know women are supposed to have hair down there, but, um, I never got any. A doctor once told me it’s very rare but it does happen now and then. I never grew hair under my arms either. I-I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Only that if you think I don’t look normal down there, that’s why. Oh God I’m rambling.” She wrenches her hands from my grasp and covers her face.

I gently guide her hands back to her sides, and I peer directly into her eyes. She’s so tiny that even when I’m seated, the top of her head doesn’t reach above mine. A precious little female that I must protect. A gift from the Star Gods. It’s the only explanation I have for why my ancestral markings are still tingling.

If we were to mate at this very moment, right here in the alcove, would the bonding fever strike us? Would my ancestral markings start to appear on her arms instantly, or would it take a few days or perhaps a few moon cycles?

On Darrva, it usually took about three moon cycles for the ancestral markings to appear on a female’s arms, the indicator that the heartbond had clicked in place. But Tornn and Ellie’s heartbond appeared in less than one moon cycle. Perhaps the timeframe for the formation of heartbonds between humans and Darrvasons isn’t very long at all.

“I think you’re perfect the way you are, Jenny.” I place a hand between her thighs, stroking gently, softly. She whimpers and her center jerks toward my hand. “I swear to the Star Gods, I think you are the most beautiful female in creation.”

I focus on her pussy, leaning down to better inspect her level of wetness. Tapping the insides of her thighs, I silently instruct her to move her legs apart. She obeys, and the delicious scent of her arousal thickens in the air. I want to bury my face in her nether folds and feast upon her. I want to suckle her clit and feel her shatter on my tongue. Unfortunately, there isn’t much room to move around in the alcove. Two humans could probably enjoy extensive amorous activities in here, but not a human and a Darrvason.

I pry her nether lips apart, exposing her swollen clit. The inside of her pussy gleams dark pink with her arousal, and I savor a deep inhale of her essence. Her legs tremble, and she places her hands on my shoulders to steady herself.

I glance up at her and say, “Keep holding on to me as I caress your most private parts, little one. Keep being a good female for me.”

She presses her lips together and nods. Small, barely audible whimpers keep sounding from her throat, and her long dark tresses tickle my face when she glances down to watch what I’m doing.

“I’m going to penetrate you with my fingers again, and I’m also going to massage your clit—that’s the part of you that’s especially sensitive. It’s how I’m going to make you come. It’s how I’ll draw a climax from your quivering body.”

She nods and whimpers again, and I get to work. I nudge two digits into her core, managing to go a bit deeper than earlier, and I caress my thumb over her clit. With my other hand, I reach around to clasp her buttocks. It’s nice and fleshy in my grasp, and I resolve that after she moans through a release, I’ll turn her over my lap so I might better inspect her backside.

“Did you know Darrvason females possess two pussies?” I increase the pace of my ministrations on her clit.

“I had no idea. Um, you said the wordshaftsearlier. Does that mean you have two… cocks?” Her face flushes beautifully, and I tighten my grasp on her bottom, just enough to make her whimper anew.

“That’s correct. I possess two cocks. But don’t worry—we’re sexually compatible. Our doctors examined several of your women before the first handover to make sure. When I claim you, little female, I’ll thrust into your pussy with one cock first, pump inside you until I spurt my seed, then withdraw and immediately fill you with my unspent shaft. If I bend you over a bed and claim you from behind, my vibrating balls will be pressed to your clit the entire time. I daresay you might find the experience immensely pleasurable.”

Her eyes grow wary. “That sounds uncomfortable and dangerous. I don’t think it would actually work. Fornication is banned on theJansonnaand for good reason. It’s dangerous and unhealthy. We might catch a disease from one another. Something very bad might happen. Our sexual organs might even become damaged.”

I almost chuckle but stop myself in time. It wouldn’t be right to laugh at her for thinking something so natural is dangerous. Not when she’s spent her entire life being preached to by puritanical morality officers. I walked by a classroom the other day where such a lecture was taking place, and the disinformation I overheard was shocking.

“I promise you, Jenny, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Natural procreation is not as barbaric as you’ve been led to believe. It’s not dangerous, and you won’t become injured or ill because of it. I promise.”

Some of the wariness fades from her gaze, and she releases a long sigh as I push my fingers deeper into her taut chasm. Star Gods, how glorious it will feel to have this tight slick hole gripping my appendages.

Suddenly her eyes go wide, and she draws in a huge breath. I’m quick to cover her mouth as her center begins jerking hard against my hand, her body quaking in the throes of a climax. Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“That’s my good female,” I say, steadily caressing her button as I push my digits further into her tightness, wanting to extract every last vestige of pleasure from her trembling form. “Good, good female. That’s it, Jenny. Come for me. Ride the pleasure to completion.”

Chapter9

JENNY

Gasping and trembling,I struggle to remain standing as the final wave of my release dissipates. Oh God. What have I done? I didn’t fornicate with Brute, but I kissed him—or rather, he kissed me—and he played with my nether area, touching me in a zone that’s supposed to be forbidden.

He wants to claim me.

He’s promised it’s going to happen.

When? Is there any way I can stop him?

Confused thoughts swirl through my head, and my legs finally give out. Brute catches me and settles me on his lap, stroking my hair as he holds me close. Waves of affection seem to drift between us, an odd emotion I’ve never quite experienced before. My upper arms keep tingling, and I wonder if it’s part of the experience. I feel weightless and relaxed even though I’m hopelessly confused. Even though I know there’s a million things I ought to be worried about.

“For as long as I live, little female,” he says in a heartbreakingly gentle tone, “I will never forget the expression on your face when you climaxed for the first time. It’s a memory I will cherish always.”

Why do his words make my throat burn? I should be outraged by this whole experience. He was scolding me and threatening me and promising to do indecent things to my body… and somehow, we ended up kissing and his hand found its way down my pants.

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