Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Maeve is already quite nervous, which tells me that her sexual experiences were not all fruitful and pleasant. The thought enrages me—that someone did not give her proper sex. Many of the humans are treated badly by slavers, and the thought of someone hurting Maeve makes me want to punch things. As we head into the bedroom, I ask, "Is there any past trauma during sex that I need to be aware of?"
"No."
That is a relief. Her suspicious expression does not fade, though, which means she does not expect this to be pleasurable. I shall have to work that much harder to ensure it is good for both of us, then. "Very well. I imagine this first time I will be asking a great deal of questions, so please bear with me."
"Be kinda weird if we were both silent," she agrees, her voice strained.
Then, we're in the bedroom and staring at the bed. Maeve has put fresh sheets and blankets on it, the corners neatly tucked in, pillows fluffed and arranged at the head of the bed. I still don't understand the strange human preference for a rectangular bed that can only be slept in one way, but we will work with what we have.
"I'll go first," Maeve says, and then pulls her long dress over her head and tosses it to the floor. Her arms fall to her sides and she looks at me, waiting, as if I'm going to pass judgment on her.
I stare. I cannot help it. It's the first time I've seen Maeve naked, and while the vids yesterday prepared me for the unnerving smoothness of a human body, it's different seeing her right here in front of me instead of staring at a stranger in a vid. She's wearing nothing but a small fitted garment over her hips. Everywhere I look, she is lean and hairless, and that strange pale color that is not quite pink, not quite white, not quite yellow.
I move forward, my fingers itching to touch her skin and feel her. I take a step toward Maeve and stop before I reach out. "I thought you said you had body hair."
She looks up at me, her expression tight, and lifts her arm over her head in an almost defiant gesture. Underneath her arm is the daintiest, most charming tuft of fur. It's no bigger than a patch, and the sight of it is so adorable that I immediately lower my head to it and nuzzle the spot.
Maeve squeals, wriggling against me. She tries to clamp her arm down, but only succeeds in pushing against my head. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"I love that. Look at how cute that is." I ignore the press of her arm and rub my mouth against that crinkly little spot of fur again. Her scent is deeper here, and I purr low in my throat. "Please tell me you have more of these charming spots."
"Um..." Her voice is quivery. "I have...two armpits?"
"Excellent," I tease, loving that I have the upper hand. My actions have startled Maeve but she's not defensive, which is a good thing. "I love a female with two arms. It's my favorite number."
She snorts a laugh, wriggling against me.
"May I see the other?"
Reluctantly, she raises her other arm. "I'm ticklish under there, so fair warning."
That explains the squirming. "I will be gentle."
She shivers at my words, trying to relax even as she holds her arms behind her head. "This isn't exactly how humans make love."
"I am not human," I point out, and run my nose along the inside of one arm and stroke my thumb over the other.
Maeve squeals again, shuddering, and the scent of her arousal begins to bloom. She might be ticklish, but she does not hate my caresses.
"I like your body," I purr at her. "It does not look like a praxiian one but that does not make it bad. Just different. Just as I am not a human male. I am different. We must enjoy each other's differences, Maeve. It is a thing to be celebrated, not ashamed of."
"I'm-I'm not ashamed."
"Yet you were going to shave these charming little patches away." I flick my tongue against her underarm and she squeals again. "Show me where else you have fur. I want to see all of it."
The sound she makes is soft and whimpery, and when I pull my head back from her body, her nipples are tight and pointing. It is a sign of arousal, the vids instructed me. As if I would need such a sign when I can smell her cunt growing wetter by the moment.
"I...I have hair on my legs?"
I slide down to the floor, my hands remaining on her hips, and kneel in front of her. Her pupils are huge, her breath heaving as she gazes down at me, and truly, if humans are this responsive to a bit of exploring, it is no wonder that they are so sought after. I run a hand down her leg and find nothing but a bit of soft down, not like she has under her arms. "Not much."