Falco
My confession brought Vern to my house every evening for dinner.
In the mornings, I walked to the community garden to gather the ingredients for whatever dish I dared to make for the beaver shifter.
Mostly, I put together stews and soups, but occasionally, I tried out some cold salads, including some with beans.
Vern enjoyed them all, never complained once about any of the food I put in front of him.
During dinner, we ate and talked, getting to know each other.
Yet, after several days, I felt no closer to having him as my mate than I had when I revealed I wanted him.
After we finished, he would help me clean up, then sometimes we went for a walk and other times we chatted on the porch. And when it became dark, he headed back to his dam with a promise to see me the next day.
I wanted more. I wanted kisses that made my toes curl.
I wanted to lean on his shoulder or sit on his lap while we talked.
I especially wanted sex. Only I didn’t know how to get any of that from him.
We talked so much and knew a lot about each other, but whenever I touched him, he tensed.
His reaction didn’t make me want him any less, but I yearned to find a way to make him completely comfortable around me.
I was sure time would help, but in the Enchanted Forest where outer-worlders were brought to produce offspring, I didn’t know how much time we had.
I didn’t know if the wizard would appear and tell me that my stay was over and I needed to go back to my world because I hadn’t gotten pregnant in the allotted period of time.
When I met Nelson in the village, he told me I worried too much, that everything would work out.
But I still fretted. I didn’t want to go back to my world.
There was nothing there for me to return to.
In the Enchanted Forest, I had a house—that was a big plus—other outer-worlders whom I considered friends, and no need for money I didn’t have.
Aside from keeping house, I had to find a mate and have children.
I was partway there but hadn’t completed the mission yet.
And I really wanted to have kids. The more time I spent with the families of Nelson, Walter, and Lonnie, the more I couldn’t wait to have offspring of my own.
Not every outer-worlder who arrived wanted the same, but they always had the choice.
No one was forced to stay and have a baby with one of the awaiting beings.
Yet, it still felt like a dream to me. If only I could find a way to get intimate with Vern.
As I waited for him to arrive for another evening, I paced in front of my door. I didn’t know whether to greet him naked and jump on him as soon as he arrived, demanding he take me, or to continue to hope he would one day accept my invitation to spend the night.
Lost in my thoughts, I startled when he knocked on the door.
I opened it right away, still without a plan.
Vern held out a large wooden bowl with four smaller ones inside. “Hi. I made these for you.”
I couldn’t help but smile as my body filled with warmth.
He’d brought a gift for me every time he arrived for dinner.
Yet, I didn’t know where he found the time to make them.
As I took them from him, I pushed up to the tips of my toes and cupped the back of his neck before kissing his cheek.
“Thank you. You really are the sweetest.”
His cheeks flushed and he chittered his buckteeth, a reaction that seemed to happen when I flustered him.
Not wanting to make him any more distressed, I took the bowls and headed into the kitchen. “These are ideal for serving leafy salads. You really are the perfect mate for me.”
Though he had followed me, he froze at my words.
“What?” I set the bowls on the counter and rubbed his elbow. “What did I say? You have to let me know what makes you uncomfortable so I can change that.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s just… I thought you would have changed your mind about wanting me as your mate. I know you’re still being approached by possible suitors. And courting you is something I just don’t know how to do. I’m not fit to be your mate.”
With a sigh and a smile, I stood toe-to-toe with Vern and held him around his waist. Glancing up at him, I contemplated how to tell him everything I needed him to understand.
“Vern, I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.
I’m one hundred percent sure of my decision.
Plus, you have already been courting me for a while now. ”
He wrinkled his forehead but didn’t make an attempt to back away from me. “I have?”
I nodded and smiled. “You customized my house to be exactly the way I wanted.”
“My brothers helped. It wasn’t just me.”
Leaning my head against his chest, I listened to his rapid heartbeat. “Yes, but you were the one who volunteered to do it in the first place. And you spent the most time here.”
“It’s my job in the community though. It’s expected of me.”
I took a deep breath and cuddled even deeper into his chest. “You come for dinner every night and we spend time together after.”
He sighed. “Only because you invited me. I don’t want to seem rude.”
“I invited you because I like spending time with you. Plus, you bring gifts every time you come. That’s definitely something a suitor would do.”
He finally wrapped his arms around me. “That’s because I like to make things for you. I always wanted to be able to craft things for my mate.”
I smiled against his chest and lowered my hands down his back to just above his buttocks. “Then will you finally agree to make me your mate? Will you spend the night and be intimate with me?”
He chittered again. “But I don’t know how. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I stepped back and gazed up at him. “I don’t mind taking the lead, showing you how to be intimate with an outer-worlder.”
Though he spent most of his time in his human body, that didn’t mean he knew everything about how it worked. I had a feeling most of the shifters didn’t fully understand their bipedal form.
He gulped and I had the sudden urge to show him just how good he could feel with all that magic running through him.
“Will you let me touch you? Intimately?”
With a slow nod, he began taking deeper, more controlled breaths.
I started by reaching around him to undo his tool belt. As I set it on the ground, I lowered to my knees. “Are you okay? Still all right with me going to touch you?”
“Yes,” he hissed as he ran his hand across my hair.
I wanted to make the encounter so good for him, wanted to bring out his sexual prowess. At the same time, I didn’t want to overwhelm him if he’d never touched himself before.
Reaching for his cock, I ran my palm along the underside. I needed to know how he would react to my touch before I went much further. I couldn’t take him in my mouth right away to suck him off until I made sure he wouldn’t scream or run away.
As his shaft began to harden, he moaned and leaned his hips forward.
“You like that, do you?”
He chewed his bottom lip and nodded quickly. “Feels good. I didn’t know—”
Not giving him a chance to finish his sentence, I spit on the tip of his cock and circled my thumb around his tip.
He released a shuddered gasp. “That’s…unbelievable.”
“I’m going to make you feel so much more.” Wrapping my fingers around his shaft with a soft grip, I pumped to make him even harder.
“Oh-h-h,” he stuttered, reaching back but finding nothing. “I need… My knees are weak.”
“Come.” I stood and guided him over to my couch. When he’d settled into the cushions, I held his cock once again. “I want to suck you off, to put my mouth around your cock and bring you even more pleasure.”
“Okay.” He gripped the cushions as I found a comfortable spot between his spread thighs.
I held him gently as I leaned over his shaft and circled my tongue around his tip.
He bucked his hips, sending his cock right to the back of my throat.
I gagged and my eyes began to water.
“Sorry.” He shrank back into the couch. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… See, I’m not made for this.”
I didn’t let go of him but met his gaze with a smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m glad I could elicit that reaction from you. And I want to bring you more pleasure. Are you ready?”
“I don’t know,” he whimpered, sounding both scared and worried.
“Will you let me try?” I continued to lightly pump his cock. “I really want to do this for you.”
He sighed then nodded. “Okay. Okay, if it won’t bring you any harm.”
I didn’t answer but took him in my mouth once more. With his tight grip on the couch, he seemed to be trying to hold back his reaction. Yet, as I bobbed up and down, he lost control. His hands shook as he placed them on my back, his lap, and then my shoulders.
“Oh, something is happening.” He pushed me off him, but I retained my grip. “I don’t… I can’t…” With the combination of a scream and a moan, he released, his come shooting onto his chest, his belly, and all over my hand. “Was that… Was that supposed to happen?”
I chuckled as he tried to catch his breath. “Yes, that was supposed to happen. Are you okay? Did you like that?”
“I… I think so.” He stared down at his chest and ran a finger through his release.
“Let me clean you up.” I stood and headed to the bathroom to get a towel. When I returned, his breathing had calmed some, but his facial features were wrinkled as if in confusion.
“What is it?” I asked as I wiped him off.
“Was that mating? Is that how we make children?”
“No.” I sat beside him and leaned into him. “That was simply for your pleasure. If you’ll let me, I’ll show you what mating is like after dinner.”
He wrinkled his brows. “I think that would be good. It seems there’s more to this human body than I originally believed.”
I laughed, both amused and hopeful that I had convinced Vern to be with me, that we would soon be official mates after a special ceremony and be on our way to becoming parents.