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Story: Accounting for Taste

She dragged her breath in as he moved her carefully over him.He shuddered, and she felt a slick offering that let him move her more easily.She pressed her forehead to his chest and looked up at him when he whispered to her, kissing him when he tilted his head to hers.The slow coupling stroked her nerves, and when she came, it was in a cascade of shivers that moved her in a slow shimmy against him.

Wenvari chuckled.“I can still feel you pulsing around me.”

She nodded.“So can I.”She pressed her forehead to his chest.“I think I need to eat something.”

“Of course, Reem.We will get you something in a moment.”His hands stroked her back, and he smiled.“You have satisfied me; it is only fair that I do the same for you.”

“You have about half an hour.My head is pounding and not in a good way.”

He threaded his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp.“I will pay attention.I will keep you safe and healthy.”

She smiled and rocked her head against his hands.“It is a strange pain.”

He moved slowly but efficiently.“What do you need?”

“Tea with honey.Fruit.Fast and accessible sugars.”She opened her senses, and her body was completely out of balance.

He slid out of her, leaving a wave of cum running out of her, but the pounding of her head got more intense.

She tried to black out, but it wasn’t letting her.Time paused to her senses, and he held a cup to her lips that tasted of oranges and lemons.The pain eased, and she opened her eyes carefully.

He was holding a glass to her lips, and she drank slowly.She paused and murmured, “I should have eaten something when I got out of the unit.”

“I forgot to offer it.I was so happy you were free.”

“Yeah, I seem to remember that.”She sipped again and relaxed.

“Is it better?”

“Yes, but my monitors are still screaming at me.”

“They are visible to you?”

“Yes.Implants in my eyes.They have a separate composition and are telling me that I am physically exhausted.You were right.Stamina will have to improve over time.”

She looked up at him, and his grey features had lemon-yellow lightning in them.“It’s okay.What colour am I?”

“Dark green.”He smiled.“Purple and blue streaks.”

“Well, dark green is tired but not distressed.Purple is well...you know what purple is.”

He chuckled.“Why did you get the emotional-sensing nanites in your hair?”

“To make the populace more at ease with me.Occasionally, I had flares of emotion, and they felt better when they could see it.”

“Understandable.What else do you need?”

“More juice; keep it coming.”

He nodded.“Yes, Consort Reem.”

They spent two hours setting her to rights.He murmured, “Let me know when it’s calling for collagen and protein.”

“Why?”

“Because you are destined for wings, and I will make sure you have everything you need when it comes time for them to sprout.”

“I am getting Hmrain wings?”