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“We…we can do that,” Lauren said
breathlessly. “You’ll have to let me go if you want me to take my
jeans off, though.”

His eyes glowed red-on-black briefly. “I’ll
undress you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he unfastened
her jeans and pulled down the zipper with a low, purring sound.
Lauren bit her lip as her pink cotton bikini panties came into
view. She’d been so glad to get back into her regular clothes as
soon as they came back to Earth. Now she was just as eager to get
them off.

Xairn pushed the jeans down until she could
step out of them. Then, when she was naked except for her panties,
he pressed his cheek against the small pink triangle covering her
pussy and inhaled deeply. When he looked up at her, his eyes were
red-on-black again. “Your scent…You smell so good.” His voice was
hoarse with emotion—with need. One large had slid up her thigh to
cup her mound carefully. “I want to see you here. Want to spread
open your pussy and explore you.”

Lauren’s breath caught in her throat. “Do it,
then,” she whispered. “Go on, Xairn. I…I want you to.”

Slowly, he pushed the little pink panties
down, baring her completely. Lauren was glad she’d taken a shower
as soon as they got home. She’d taken the opportunity to do a
little personal grooming and now the soft patch of black curls that
covered the mound of her pussy was neatly trimmed.

“Spread your legs,” Xairn said and it wasn’t
a request.

Feeling suddenly shy, Lauren did as he asked.
Was she the first woman Xairn had ever seen this way? Was she going
to be the standard by which he judged all other women in the
future?

“There won’t be any other women,” he murmured
hoarsely. “Just you. Only you, now and forever, Lauren.”

Did I say that out loud?
Lust was
clouding her brain, making it hard to think. She must have said it
instead of thinking it though, because there was no way Xairn could
read minds. That would make him way too much like the AllFather for
comfort.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, running both
hands up her thighs until Lauren shivered. His hands came to a stop
on her pelvis, his thumbs framing her pussy. “I want to touch you
here,” he said, looking up at her. “But I don’t know how.”

“Just be gentle. You’ll do fine…more than
fine,” Lauren tried to tell him but he shook his head.

“I want you to show me. Lay on the bed and
spread your legs. Show me how you like to be touched.”

Lauren felt her cheeks getting hot. “You’re
serious? You want me to…to touch myself in front of you?” It was
something she regarded as private—off limits. Something she’d never
done with a lover before. But Xairn didn’t seem willing to take no
for an answer.

“Show me,” he insisted. His big hands slid up
her thighs to her arms and he took her by the shoulders and looked
at her intently. “Show me how to touch you, Lauren. Show me how to
make you come.”

His eyes flickered red-on-black again and the
raw need in his voice made her shiver. “All…all right,” she
whispered. “But I’ve never done this before when anyone was
watching.” Feeling awkward, she climbed on the bed beside him and
then lay back, resting against the pillows.

“Spread your legs,” Xairn commanded. “I want
to see you—all of you.” Something about the demanding tone of his
voice made her feel wet and hot and swollen between her thighs.

Heart pounding, Lauren, parted her thighs
obediently, letting him see.

“Good.” His voice was a soft growl. “Now
spread your pussy open for me. Let me see how wet you are.”

Hands trembling, Lauren did as he demanded.
Sliding her fingers down, she opened herself for him, spreading her
outer pussy lips to reveal her swollen inner folds.

“Gods.” Xairn’s voice was hoarse with need.
“You’re drenched, Lauren.”

“Can’t help it.” Lauren was blushing so hard
she felt like her cheeks were going to catch fire. “The way you
sucked me…sucked my nipples…It made me want you.”

“I want you too, but not yet. Slowly,” he
cautioned. “Show me first. Show me what feels good.”

“This…” Feeling hot and cold all over, Lauren
slid two fingers into her pussy. Slowly, she stroked the sensitive
side of her clit, caressing the little bundle of nerves gently as
Xairn watched her give herself pleasure.

He watched intently for a long time as Lauren
continued to touch herself. She tried not to moan but she couldn’t
quite help it. It wasn’t just the pleasure she was giving herself
that turned her on, it was the forbidden act of touching herself
while he watched. And even more than that, she liked look on his
face, the open desire as he watched her fingertips slide over and
around her sensitive button again and again.

But just as she was getting close, the
pleasure tightening in her belly like a wire, he suddenly grabbed
her wrist. “Stop.”

“What?” Lauren looked at him uncertainly. “Is
there a problem?”

“No problem.” His eyes flashed again and he
lifted her hand to his mouth. “Gods, your scent is sweet. Let’s see
if you taste as good as you smell.”

Lauren bit back a moan as he slipped her
fingers into his mouth and began to suck and lick, cleaning away
her juices carefully with his tongue. When he was finished, he
looked at her. “I want to try it—try touching you. But I don’t want
to kneel over you. I want you against me. Like this.”

He sat beside her, his back to the headboard,
and indicated the spot between his spread thighs. “Sit here. Lean
back against me so I can touch you.”

Lauren did as he said without hesitation. She
was glad he didn’t want to keep his distance while he touched
her—she liked the feeling of being surrounded by his big, masculine
frame.

“Good.” He arranged her against him so that
her back was to his broad, bare chest. Then both of his large, warm
hands began to explore. “Forgive me for taking my time,” Xairn
whispered, his hot breath in her ear making her shiver. “I need to
be careful and I want to enjoy your beautiful body for as long as I
can.”

“N-no rush,” Lauren stuttered. She bit back a
moan as he stroked her all over, his hands exploring her shoulders,
arms, sides, hips, and legs, before finally making their way back
to her inner thighs.

“Now open your legs again,” he commanded.
“Spread wide for me, Lauren. I need to touch you. Need to make you
come.”

Lauren moaned breathlessly as she felt his
big hand cupping her pussy mound. By now she was so hot and wet her
outer lips were opening of their own accord. God, she needed him!
Needed him so
badly.

“I need you too,” he whispered hoarsely in
her ear. “But I have to take this slowly. Please understand.”

“It’s all right,” Lauren assured him again.
And then his big fingers slid into her pussy.

Lauren had expected him to thrust deep in her
channel right away. Instead, he was gentle—almost tender as he
stroked delicately over her wet folds.

“Like this?” he murmured in her ear, the pad
of his index finger tracing the shape of her aching bud. “Gently
but firmly, right?”

“That’s perfect,” she gasped as his finger
continued to slip slowly over her clit. It felt amazing but it was
slow, exquisite torture to lie back against him, her legs spread as
he explored her pussy with his fingers. The pleasure which had
begun building the moment he sucked her nipple into his mouth,
blossomed within her. “God, Xairn,” she whispered. “Oh,
God…”

“Do you like this?” he whispered roughly in
her ear. “You like it when I pet your pussy, Lauren? When I stroke
your soft little cunt?”

Dirty talk wasn’t what she’d expected of him
but a quick glance up at his face showed that he was serious. He
really wanted to know if she enjoyed the way he was touching
her.

“Yes,” she whispered, daring to move her hips
a little bit. “God, yes, it feels so
good.”

“I want to make you come,” he growled, his
finger moving a little faster. “And then I want to put my fingers
all the way inside you and fuck you with them. I want to feel you
clench around me.”

His deep voice in her ear was making her
almost as hot as his fingers in her pussy. “I…I want that too,” she
admitted softly.

“Then you like the way I touch you? It brings
you pleasure and not pain?”

“
Lots
of pleasure,” Lauren assured
him. “You…you’re doing great for your first time.”

“I am glad you enjoy my touch,” he murmured.
“I love spreading you open and exploring your pussy. So hot and wet
and soft…so utterly beautiful.”

Again Lauren felt like a wire was tightening
in her belly, one that was about to snap at any moment. “I’m
close,” she whispered. “God, Xairn, so
close.”

“Then do it.” His fingers increased their
tempo, sliding over her swollen clit even faster. “Come for me,
Lauren. Let me feel you come.”

Lauren gripped handfuls of his black flight
pants, hanging on for dear life as she felt herself peaking.
“Xairn!” she gasped. “Oh God,
Xairn!”

“That’s right—come for me.” He rubbed over he
clit firmly once more and then his long, strong fingers slid lower
and filled her.

Lauren cried out and arched her back, tilting
her pelvis to give him better access to penetrate her. She could
feel Xairn behind her. One long arm was locked around her, as
though to hold her in place and his hot mouth was on her neck,
kissing and sucking fiercely—marking her as his. She bucked against
him, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusting as he fucked
deeply into her with his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled in her ear as she moaned
and writhed against him. “You’re
mine,
Lauren. Mine
forever.”

“Yes,” she promised breathlessly. “Yes. God,
yes, Xairn.
Yes.” This is it,
she thought hazily as the
pleasure poured over her, through her.
He’s going to take me
now. We’re going to make love. God, I want him inside me so
badly…

“No!” Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and
pushed her away from him.

“What…?” Lauren stared in surprise as he got
off the bed and stalked stiffly to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry.” Xairn’s eyes blazed a steady
red-on-black when he looked back at her. “But we can’t.
I
can’t.”

Then he went into the bathroom and Lauren
heard a small clicking sound as he locked the door behind him.

Gods that was close. Too close!
Xairn
slumped against the bathroom door, one arm over his burning eyes.
The feel of Lauren’s soft, naked body writhing against his own as
she came in his arms had been almost too much to bear. He’d been
right on the verge of snapping, of rolling her over on the bed,
covering her slight, soft body with his own, and ramming his cock
to the hilt in her pussy. He’d had no choice but to get away from
her—to run before his urges overtook him.

Gods, he was dying for relief! He needed to
release the tension inside him before he lost control and went back
to the bedroom to finish what he’d started.

Xairn grimaced with mingled pain and pleasure
as he rubbed a hand roughly over the hard ridge of his secondary
shaft. It felt swollen and hot—throbbing for release. Because his
sexual urges had been repressed for so long, he’d never had this
problem before. Acting on instinct, he unfastened his pants and
pushed them down, freeing his shaft.

Though the DNA alteration had changed his
skin and eye color, it had left him physically intact. His
secondary shaft was hard and long and his primary shaft—his bonding
shaft—which forked from the top of its base, was short and
inactive. Xairn was grateful that it remained unaffected by what
had happened with Lauren. If his bonding shaft had been stimulated,
he would have lost control completely. There was no way to
deactivate it short of bonding his chosen female to him, and he had
already promised himself that he would never do that to Lauren, no
matter how much he wanted to.

But Gods, the way she trembled in my arms,
the soft, helpless sounds she made, the way she called my name when
I touched her. Her soft skin, her scent, her taste…
Everything
about her conspired to make him want her desperately. So much that
he feared what might happen if he went back to her without
releasing the burning tension inside him.

Trembling, Xairn took his secondary shaft in
one hand. The first stroke was agony—his skin was too sensitized
and his body needed a softer, female touch. Scourge didn’t
typically relieve their own sexual needs in this way. As soon as
they became sexually mature they either took a female, or died
fighting to get one. But though Xairn had a willing female waiting
for him in the next room, he didn’t dare to go to her. Didn’t dare
to touch her until some of his sexual tension had been
released.

Gritting his teeth, Xairn stroked again. His
hips bucked involuntarily, his body protesting the rough pleasure
he was giving himself. Every instinct inside him cried out that he
needed a female’s touch—Lauren’s touch—but he forced himself to
stay in the small bathroom and not go to her. Forced himself to
keep stroking. Gods, it hurt! But not as much as forcing her would.
Not as much as seeing the hurt, betrayed look in her eyes after he
took her in the fashion of his people.

Lauren, Gods, I love you so much. Want you
so much…too much.
Xairn raised his other hand to his face—the
hand he’d touched her with. Her warm, delicious scent filled his
senses, somehow easing the pain of his self pleasuring. Xairn felt
his heart fist in his chest—even when she wasn’t with him she
helped him.

He pressed his fingers to his mouth, sucking
away her sweet juices, taking comfort in her taste. She was so
beautiful, so sweet and kind and good. Too good for one such as
him. And yet Xairn knew he couldn’t let her go. No matter how wrong
or dangerous it was for him to stay with her, he
needed
her.
Needed her badly.