Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Universe have mercy, this female has unmade me. Naomi is a goddess. A goddess with wet fingers and a giggle against my back as she gives my tail one final squeeze and then shifts in the shower, the water spraying over my buttocks. “I dropped the soap.”
I look down and sure enough, between my large, splayed feet, her pink cake of soap rests next to one of my toes. “Allow me to retrieve it,” I say, my tongue feeling thick and silly in my mouth. I feel good, though. Like I could float away in this shower on the trickles of water. Naomi can play with my tail as much as she likes, I decide. It is hers to toy with, just like my cock. Just like the rest of me.
I do not know how I manage to remain upright, yet somehow I do. I manage to somehow remain in control as I retrieve the soap and hand it back to her. She washes me with gentle, quick touches, exploring my body and commenting on our differences. The fact that humans do not have tails, but she likes mine. She has no plating, and no piercings except in a few spots in her ears, which have filled in. She once had a tattoo of a flower on her hip but it was removed when she was stolen by aliens. She talks a little bit about how I am her first mesakkah. Her last owner was not, and so she is unfamiliar with our piercings and the spur just above my cock, but she likes them.
“My apologies,” I manage as I step into the spray of the shower, washing off the soap that will probably leave me reeking of flowers for the next several days.
“For what? How I got here? It’s in the past.” She shrugs, handing me the soap and then presenting me with her back. “I’ve had a good cry over it. I’ve had several years of crying, actually, but when I came here, I told myself I wasn’t going to be a victim any longer. I’m not going to dwell on that part of my life. I want to think about the future.”
She is brave. I want to tell her that, too, but I worry it will come out wrong. If she does not wish to talk about the past, I will not make her. I know what it is to want to make a fresh start. To leave everything behind and start over as a new person. I know that very well.
So I wash Naomi’s lovely body, making note of every tiny mole on her skin, every scar, no matter how small, every dimple on her backside. I want to memorize all of it. I soap her up, and I make careful, silent note of what touches elicit excitement from her. She likes it when I wash her hair for her, my fingers rubbing against her scalp. She likes soft touches on her neck and down her spine. She likes her breasts touched, but only the tips seem to be sensitive, and the backs of her knees are ticklish. I let her wash herself between her thighs since I don’t want to be demanding of her body, and when we’re both clean, I hop out of the shower first and wrap a towel around her.
Her expression is a little shy when I towel-dry her hair. “I can get that, Ainar. You don’t have to baby me.”
“Is it unpleasant?”
“What? No, of course not.” She chuckles, blowing a lock of hair out of her face with her breath.
“Good. Then I will continue.” I gently towel her hair until the excess moisture is gone and then move down her body. Her scent is now that of flowers, but I must be getting used to the smell of them because I can scent her, too. There’s a hint of arousal in the air and her nipples are tight. I rub the towel against her hips, my cock stirring, and when she presents one delicate-looking shoulder, I lick the droplet of water off her skin instead of toweling it. “May I lick your cunt now, Naomi?”
“I mean…sure? If you want to.” Naomi sounds breathless, and the scent of her arousal overpowers the flower-soap. “I don’t want you to feel obligated—”
I groan at the thought, even as I towel her legs down. I want to press my face against her dimpled backside. I want to bury my lips in the small of her back and just breathe in her scent. I want to lick her everywhere. I want to feel her hold onto my horns and use them to rub herself against my face. I want so, so many things. “Not obligated. Delighted. I have been dreaming of this moment all day, Naomi.”
I wonder if she’d let me tongue her right here. I could sit her upon the edge of the sink and tilt her hips toward me and just…feast. I’d have to stay on my knees in this cramped lavatory, but I would not mind as long as my face is buried between her thighs.