Page 2 of Solomon's Ransom

Sol didn’t answer him. He drifted over to Remma’s desk to look at whatever he was working on. A circuitboard soldered to another circuitboard. Sol had no skills with tech and barely knew what he was seeing. “Your latest project?”

“Making a new tablet. Mine keeps throwing up error messages and it’s not a software issue. Probably got dropped in the barrens one time too many.” Remma took a step toward him. “Is that why you’re here? You want to make small talk about what I’m working on?”

Sol swallowed. “Isn’t that what people do? Friendly conversation?” What the hell was he even saying. He’d already lost the thread of this conversation, and forgotten whatever excuse he’d cooked up to come by.

His eyes slid downward without his permission. Remma’s huge cock was already sliding out of his slit, forming an obscene bulge beneath the fabric of his pants.

Remma didn’t miss the direction of his gaze. He never missed anything. “Oh, sothat’swhy you’re here?” His tone was dry as dust. “Why didn’t you just say so.”

Sol wet his lips. He couldn’t think of anything to say.

He couldn’t stop staring at Remma’s cock.Fuck.

“You can’t stay away, can you,” Remma said, his voice dropping into that velvety rumble that made Sol’s stomach quiver. “You need it so much.” He stepped in close. One six-fingered hand cupped Sol’s face. The points of his claws gently dragged over Sol’s cheek.

Sol stood frozen, filled with the same thrill as always, arousal laced through with fear. Remma could tear him apart with no effort. He had to take care not to hurt Sol when they fucked. And he did take care: he was always gentle. But he still made Sol feel that he was at the mercy of a creature much larger and stronger than him. At any moment Remma could stop being gentle.

“Little slut,” Remma said tenderly. His thumb pressed to Sol’s lower lip. Sol, flushed and throbbing, opened his mouth to let Remma slide inside.

Remma stroked Sol’s tongue, careful, so careful not to injure Sol with the sharp tip of his claw. Sol closed his lips and sucked, eyes drifting shut, already lost in the haze that came over him, the blind animal lust. He did need it. Remma knew.

Remma took Sol’s hand and brought it to the front of his pants. Sol palmed Remma’s cock through the fabric, feeling out the shape of it, the thick ridged shaft, the smooth, blunt head. Remma called Sol a slut, but he got hard at Sol’s knock, and he always opened the door.

“Take your clothes off,” Remma said.

He stood and watched as Sol undressed, his hands tucked in his pockets as casually as a human would do. Sol had never known a Tozren before him and had found him unsettlingly alien at first, with his gray skin and his enormous size and the ridges of black bone curving along his forehead. Now he was just Remma.

Sol’s hands trembled as he stepped out of his shorts. He didn’t know if he was more embarrassed or more turned on, or if they were both the same thing, two halves of the same feeling. His cock hung full and heavy between his thighs. After this he could sleep, then pretend it was the last time. But he would be back in another week, knocking on Remma’s door in the middle of the night. Remma knew. He couldn’t stay away.

He lay back on Remma’s narrow bed. The sheets were all messed up from Remma’s habit of working on his tablet there. The bed smelled like him, a little like pine needles. Sol sank back into the pillow and flung his arms above his head. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Remma watched him, impassive. His gaze felt like a touch, heavy on Sol’s bare flesh. Sol’s cock twitched and dribbled pre-come onto his belly. He wasn’t going to beg—not this time. He would get off the bed and leave before doing that. He spread his legs, hoping that Remma could see the shine of lube on his inner thighs and that that would be enough to snap him into action.

Remma’s eyes slid downward. His lips parted and his black tongue touched one corner of his mouth. He wasn’t so mysterious, in moments like this. He was just a man.

Sol had learned after the first time that it was best to get himself ready before he came to Remma’s door. Even with practice, Remma was too big for him to take without being loosened up a little first. Remma couldn’t do it because of his claws, and Sol refused to do it to himself while Remma stood there and watched. It would be too embarrassing. Sol would like it too much.

It wasn’t easy to hold his tongue and wait for Remma to do something, but he managed, somehow, and finally Remma came over and joined Sol on the bed.

He was so big. Not just his dick—the whole mass of his body, broad in Sol’s arms and heavy, too, crushing Sol down into the mattress. Sol liked it. He squirmed under Remma’s bulk, hungry for anything Remma would give him. His cock leaked all over Remma’s belly as their bodies slotted in together.

Remma tucked his face into the crook of Sol’s neck. He opened his mouth over the joint of Sol’s throat and shoulder and pressed his teeth there, sharper than a human’s. He did this every time they fucked and Sol always had the feeling that Remma wanted to bite him, and that he was barely restraining himself from sinking his teeth in deep and doing some real damage.

“You could do it,” Sol said. His hands held Remma’s hips, clenching and releasing in a compulsive rhythm. “I know you want to.”

Remma grunted. “You’re too fragile, little human.”

“Fragile,” Sol repeated, disbelieving—hadn’t he saved Remma from a pinecat just a week ago? Shot it right through the heart while Remma muttered nervously about trying to throw rocks at it, as if that would accomplish literally anything?—

Remma was laughing. “Calm down. I know you aren’t. For a human. By my standards, though, you are.” He pressed his teeth down again, only slightly harder than the first time. “I won’t hurt you.”

“You could a little,” Sol offered.

Remma grunted again and reached down to hoist one of Sol’s thighs toward his chest, opening him up. The thick length of Remma’s cock settled into the cleft of Sol’s ass. Okay: message received. They were done talking.

Remma didn’t bother lining himself up. He moved his hips in lazy thrusts, stroking his cock along Sol’s taint, a cruel tease that set Sol squirming again. Finally the crown of Remma’s cock caught against Sol’s hole, and Sol sucked in air as Remma pushed inside.

It wasn’t fast. Even with all Sol’s efforts with the lube, Remma was too big to slide in easily. He went in a bit at a time, with Sol bearing down, and Sol could hear himself making little hurt noises, even though it didn’t hurt; it was just so much. His ears were ringing. He was stuffed so full he couldn’t even breathe. Remma was shoving all the air from his lungs.