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Let’s Go to Bed

A nubis

She’s peering up at me as if I’m the most handsome male in the galaxy. Her lips are parted and waiting for me. I don’t ponder her offer. I pounce on it.

Leaning down, I bridge the distance between us and press my lips to hers just as I’d seen in the vids I secretly watched in my barracks.

When she backs off, I stop immediately. Did I misunderstand her request? Was she joking?

“I apologize,” I say, stepping back until I hit the wall. I inspect her face, wondering if it will give some clue as to what went wrong.

“Don’t be sorry,” she says as she grips my upper arms and pulls me toward her.

Lifting on her toes, she brushes her lips against mine. Ah, I see. Soft, not hard. I follow her lead, pressing with only as much force as she does.

Once I no longer feel like a fool and believe I’ve gotten the hang of it, I let myself enjoy this moment. First, I memorize the feel of her body pressed against mine. Her nipples are hard as they graze my naked chest through her thin blanket. Her hands curl tightly around my shoulders. She’s tucked her hips against mine. My tail winds around her slender leg.

She smells divine. It’s not just the smell of the shampoo, but there’s something in the air that’s sweet and distinctly Sadie. I won’t forget this scent for as long as I live.

But it’s what’s happening with our mouths that steals my concentration. Her lips are possibly the softest things on this or any planet. And warm. I play with the brush technique she taught me. It’s a way of showing affection.

When she teaches me how to kiss rather than brush, we produce delicious smacking sounds that demand my attention. I investigate placement, trying the middle and sides of her lips. I even stray to her cheeks and nose, dusting her face with soft displays of tenderness.

When her tongue slips between her lips and paints a line across the seam of my mouth, I barely control my urge to snap my head back in surprise. It’s so intimate, with a promise of many things to come.

Lodging my hands in her hair, I press her to me. I don’t want this to ever stop. She must not either, because her grip on my shoulders tightens, and she tips her head at a different angle so she can taste me better.

Perhaps I’m a dullard, because I think she’s been hinting for some time that she wants me to open my mouth to her. The moment I do, she invades me, allowing me to taste her as if she’s the finest wine.

“Sadie,” I pull away long enough to breathe her name, then kiss her again. This time, it’s me invading her mouth, getting even more saturated in her scent and taste.

Something new drums in my veins—desire. I want something from her. I’m not certain what.

“Let’s go to bed,” she says. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her cheeks are flushed.

Bed. A female wants to go to bed with me. Panic flies through me as I come to my senses.

I know enough about sex to know what males and females do in bed. Normal males and females. Not geneslaves.

For my whole life, I was told I was unlike any normal species, that I was broken, that I didn’t belong, and that I could never procreate.

“Not only shouldn’t you make babies,” the guards used to sneer, “you can’t . We did that to protect the galaxy from more abominations like you.”

Sadie wants to go to bed together so she can have sex with a male who possesses a hard cock. I’ve only had one five times in my life, and only when I’m in beast mode. She doesn’t want to see me like that. I vow she never will.