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As delicious as the bean salad Falco had made was, I had a difficult time eating it.
Both nervous and anxious about what was to come after the meal, I hoped to prolong our time at the table.
The thing he’d done to me earlier—what he’d called a blow job—had felt amazing and managed to awaken an intense desire inside me I didn’t know existed.
I wanted to mate with Falco, to have sex with him, yet I had no idea how.
He insisted it was easy and he would guide me through it, but I still worried.
Although Falco claimed I was the only one he wanted as his mate, I worried I would mess up somehow and make him change his mind.
He stood up and took my dish from me. “It’s okay to be nervous. I was leading up to my first time. But I promise you, it will be even better than what we did earlier.”
My stomach churned and my heart raced. “How can you be sure?” I wanted to believe him, but previous experience warned me that I had screwed up many things in the past.
After he set the dishes on the counter, he stood beside me and ran his fingers through my hair, leaving my scalp tingling. “Because it’s a connection like no other. And I have a feeling we were meant to be, that there is a reason you were near the meadow at the exact time I made my wish.”
I gulped. Falco was so sure about me and him. I wished I shared his confidence.
He held out his hand. “Come. Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Right now?” My heart pounded so fast, I felt it in my ears. “Shouldn’t we wait until we digest our food?”
He gave me the same endearing smile I saw Nelson give his kids. Did he find my nervousness amusing?
“You didn’t eat very much. I want to do this now, so you can stop being so distressed.” He squeezed my biceps. “Maybe you’ll work up the appetite you seem to be missing.”
“Okay.” I took his hand as sweat beaded across my skin. As much time as I spent in this body, there was still so much I didn’t know about it. And about Falco’s.
Once we reached the bedroom, he dropped my hand and removed the clothes he wore.
I stared in awe at his tiny outer-worlder body.
Aside from a smattering of curls across his chest, he only had curly hair around his penis, the hair on his head always as straight as the trunk of a tree.
And he appeared even more delicate, his ribs and shoulder bones visible under his skin. I didn’t want to break him.
When he crawled onto the bed, I momentarily considered leaving. How would it look if I brought harm to an outer-worlder?
But Falco crooked his finger at me. “Come here. Touch me. Get to know my body.”
As my worry amplified, I struggled to keep the magic inside me, to maintain my human form.
I didn’t want to shift while in the process of mating with Falco.
With an uneasy nod, I forced my feet forward.
One step at a time, until I reached the edge of the bed.
I sat beside him but didn’t know what to do next.
“Give me your hand,” he said gently, not making me feel foolish for my inexperience.
He brought my hand up to his cheek before he sucked one of my fingers into his mouth.
I gasped, immediately reminded of another part of my body that had been in his mouth earlier. My cock stiffened, and the desire inside me began to overtake my hesitation.
He smiled as he ran the tips of my fingers down his chest. Then he set my hand over his penis. “Feel me. Get to know what my cock feels like in your hand.”
I took him the way he’d held me, with a gentle grip and long, slow strokes. When he hardened in my palm, I couldn’t help the pride I felt. I had found a way to arouse him. “Is this mating?”
He moaned before lifting himself onto his forearms. “No, not yet. This is foreplay.”
“Foreplay.” I let the word roll over my tongue. “Foreplay leads to mating?”
“Yes.” He sat up before grabbing me around the waist and tugging me onto the bed beside him. Far more strength than I’d imagined he had. “But let’s try some more foreplay first.”
More foreplay? I had a lot to learn. He pressed his body against me and tucked his knee between my legs.
Holding me close, he brought his lips to mine before he gave me another kiss.
This time, he didn’t let up and I kissed him back.
The buzz in my body spread and my inhibitions slipped away.
I held Falco close to me and he cupped the back of my head.
With his tongue, he slipped into my mouth, enticing me to meet his with mine.
The connection was rousing, making me curious about the bond we would feel when actually mating.
I became lost in the sensations, enjoying the rush at being in such close contact with Falco. He made me forget everything else as I succumbed to him.
I didn’t know he’d rolled me onto my back until he pulled away and straddled my waist. I gasped, getting air instead of breathing him in. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. “I think we’re ready to mate. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” I nodded, only a pinch left of the nervousness I’d felt earlier. Yet a stronger need filled me, one that vibrated from deep within.
Falco reached into the drawer of the nightstand I had built for him.
After withdrawing a bottle, he poured some of the liquid inside onto his palm before rubbing his hands together.
“I’ve been told that after we go through the mating ceremony, I will produce slick on my own.
Until then, I need lubrication in order for you to slide nicely inside me. Without this, mating will hurt.”
“Oh.” The last thing I wanted was for him to experience any pain during our encounter. “How much do you need? What do you want me to do?”
He smiled as he encircled my penis in his palm and spread the viscous liquid across my shaft. “Let me put this on you, and if you want to reach around and put some on the pucker of skin in between my ass cheeks, that would really help.”
“Okay.” Sitting up, I took the bottle and repeated the same motions as Falco before holding him closer to find the spot he mentioned. As I rubbed the entrance to the hole he described, Falco moaned, leaning into my chest.
I went to pull away, but he grabbed my wrist and held it there.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” I didn’t know what to think of his reaction.
“No. This feels so good.” He rubbed his body along mine. “It’s been a long time since someone touched me there. Please don’t stop.”
Anything to bring Falco the same pleasure he’d brought me earlier. I circled around the entryway before gliding my finger across it.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Now, push gently inside.”
With a deep breath, I slid my slick finger into his passage. It was a tight entrance, but he never let go of my wrist or tried to pull me back out.
He began to rock his hips over my thighs, his belly gliding along my shaft at the same time. Closing his eyes, he had his mouth open as his breaths became heavier.
“Is this mating?” I hoped it was since he seemed to be relishing in the same pleasure I had when he’d given me a blow job.
“Not yet,” he huffed out. “Almost there. Are you ready? You’re going to experience this, too.”
I gulped. “Like what you did earlier?”
Falco nodded. He gently tugged on my wrist then pushed on my chest with his other hand. “Lie back. I’ll guide you in the beginning. Then you can pick what position you like best to fuck me.”
“Fuck?” I didn’t know what that word meant, had never heard him use it before.
“It’s another word for the process of mating.” He raised onto his knees and shuffled forward until my penis was behind him. “In my world, we have many words for it, including sex.”
Gripping my shaft, he slowly lowered himself onto me. I felt his puckered hole against my engorged tip. And then I was sliding into him. Clutching the blankets on his bed, I tried to maintain control of myself as my lower abdomen rolled with fire and sparks ignited in my head.
“Are you okay?” Falco placed his palm on my chest.
I sucked in a deep breath. “I’m not sure.”
He chuckled. “Does it hurt? Are you in pain?”
“No.” I held his hips as he settled even deeper over my shaft. “I just… It’s incredible.”
He gently rocked over me. “This is mating. This is what I want to do with you and only you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, adjusting to the new sensations in my body.
As he gyrated his hips, I helped him, holding him and guiding him back and forth.
A phenomenon unlike anything I’d ever known streamed through every portion of my body.
At one time, I believed the magic of the shift to be the most incredible experience, but I’d been so wrong.
When Falco stopped moving, I worried he wasn’t feeling the same sensations. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” He shook his head with a soft smile. “I just know I’m not going to last long since it’s been a while since I’ve been properly fucked. And I wondered if you wanted to try a different position.”
Some of the elation faded as I worried about giving him an answer. “I don’t know. What do you want?”
He moved to kneel beside me and grabbed the bottle again. “Let’s try something else. I think you’ll like it just as much.”
“Okay.” Whatever he wanted. He knew far more about the process than me and hadn’t yet brought me anything but pleasure.
“Stand at the corner of the bed.”
As I did so, he remained on his hands and knees and slid his feet between my legs.
After rubbing more of the liquid across his glorious entrance, he lowered his front shoulders and chest to the bed so his rear end pointed at me.
“Now, fuck me like this. Push your cock slowly into me and grab my hips. Then you can rock in and out as fast or slow as you want. Whatever your body tells you to do.”
With a ragged breath, I lined up my tip with his hole. Gently, I slid inside, feeling resistance and his grip for more at the same time.
“Yes, that’s it.” He pushed against me even more, taking me deeper. “You fill me so well.”
I swelled with pride at his compliment, but an instinctive longing took over. Holding onto Falco’s hips, I plunged in and out of him, letting the fervor of the motion consume me.
On the bed, Falco moaned, constantly asking for more and for me to push harder. I mated with an uncontrolled frenzy until a fire flashed through my body. Once again, I exploded out of my tip, this time into Falco.
He continued to push against me, stroking his own shaft.
With a cry that sounded like it might be heard by everyone in the village, Falco released his own burst of cream before sinking into the bed. “You are amazing. I knew you were the one for me.”
My heart beat hard in my chest as I tried to comprehend what we’d done and Falco’s words. “You liked that? I was good?”
“More than good.” He rolled onto his back with his arms spread. “You were perfect.”
Though I’d heard the word used to describe my craftsmanship, I’d never had anyone use perfect to describe me. “So, does that mean you still want to be my mate?”
“Of course.” He sat up and pulled me to sit on the bed beside him. “Let’s get cleaned up, and tomorrow we’ll go into the village together to figure out what we need to do to make it official.”
“I would like that.” After experiencing that connection with Falco and the bliss afterward, I finally understood why he believed we were meant to be mated.
Once we’d wiped away the evidence of our fucking, I slipped out of the room to claim my tool belt and hat.
Falco appeared in the doorway of his bedroom. “Don’t you even think about leaving. If you’re hungry, go ahead and have some of the salad I made. But you’re not going anywhere until the morning. And not without me. I don’t care what form you prefer to sleep in, but I want you with me at night.”
I gulped away my guilt. “I… Okay.” Never in my life had I slept indoors, but I could do it for Falco.
Having a mate had always seemed like an impossible dream, but now that the possibility was within reach, I would do whatever it took to bring it to fruition.
Falco had experienced changes when he came to our world, and I would accept the changes I needed to make, too.
Letting my hat and tool belt fall to the floor, I met him in the doorway. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed up to his toes to kiss me. “I never used to believe in Fate until I met you, but I’m happy she brought us together.”
“Me, too.” I held his hips and guided him back to the bed.
“If you’re ready to sleep, I am, too.” A wave of exhaustion had swept over me shortly after my release.
If I wasn’t leaving, I needed to find a spot to settle for the night.
Especially if I let go of the magic and slipped back into my beaver form.