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Page 19 of The Royal’s Bumblebee (Operation Colonise #2)

Pezaxon silk

Billie

I just finished drying my short bob of brown hair when Izule returned.

I decided to wear a set of nude underpants and bra as I wasn’t sure what sort of outfit Izule would bring me.

I’ve only ever seen him wearing a wrap-around skirt and belt.

Sometimes brown leather chest and back straps for his weapons and hunting tools.

I was a little apprehensive about what he meant by ‘adornments’, but knew he wouldn’t make me wear anything that made me uncomfortable.

“Billie, I’m home.”

He announced as he always did when he opened the front door and slithered into the empty living room.

I sit on the edge of my ‘old’ bed and wait for him to enter.

“I’m carrying lots of green fabric and some adornments for you to choose from.

As well as items for me, of course.”

I nod, prepared and ready, when he finally enters my room.

He moves around me and starts to lay the various items out on the bed, so I get up to examine them properly.

My eyes light up as I take it all in.

“You only wear what you want to.

Oh, and I thought you might like this headdress.”

He makes a point of pointing to a green veil attached to a headband.

“To cover your ear defenders, if you wish.”

I nod.

People, on Earth anyway, would often stare when I wore my ear defenders.

It made me so uncomfortable when people gawked at me, that I would resist wearing them unless I had to.

Only, I don’t think I’ll be able to go to a big loud alien festival without them on this occasion.

“This is treated Pezaxon silk.”

Izule unclasps the disk holding his wrap-around skirt in place and my eyes widen at his sudden nakedness.

We’re not bathing.

Why is he naked? “It is the softest fabric on all of Thelia.

If you like it, I’ll have you more clothing made from it in any design you like.”

He reached down to unravel the long roll of sheer green fabric and offered it to me to examine.

He’s smiling at me and waiting for me to test the texture with my hands.

“You’re naked.”

I blurt out, unable to hold it in any longer.

“W…well yes.”

His throat scales darken from cream to near brown.

“I…thought we were getting ready together.”

He dips his chin down and looks down towards his crotch.

So I do too.

My eyes travel down the defined creamy muscles of his abdomen towards his pouch.

Is his slit starting to bulge? “…”

I hear him start to ululate, but it’s not the same as it usually is.

He isn’t cooing softly.

He’s rumbling so deeply my skin can feel the vibration of it.

I look up and briefly catch Izule looking me up and down in my nude underwear.

For just a moment I look him in his yellow eyes, and it’s enough to snap him out of whatever he’s doing. “Ahem.”

Izule tips his hips to one side and hurries his hands to gather enough of the fabric to whatever length he desired.

He took a pair of golden scissors from the bed and cut the fabric clear from the roll.

He seemed to be frantic as he wrapped the green pezaxon silk around his hips.

One layer was sheer, but he wrapped it a few times around his hips so you couldn’t see through it.

This action caused his eight-pack to flex and also drew my eye to his thick biceps as he worked the material into the shape of a skirt.

His tailtip slipped under a silver chain and he brought it closer to his body.

“This is a belt.”

He clarified and I watched as what looked like tiny hooks latched into the fabric as he fed it along the waistline of the skirt.

Once both ends met low down his hips at the front the chain snapped together seamlessly.

“Are they magnetic?”

I still stared at the silver belt and the bulging shape beneath his soft evergreen skirt.

“Yes.”

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then put his hands on his hips.

“Yes, they are.”

Izule’s tail coils slowly to make an arc around us both and if I could look away from his bulging skirt, I would have noticed his throat scales were a deep brown colour.

“You’re staring.”

“I am.”

I reply.

He’s right.

I am.

I’ve noticed that his pouch bulges on occasion before, but this time it was very obvious.

As he absently disrobed to get changed he was smooth all the way down.

After I pointed out he was naked in front of me, his slit started to swell out at the sides like he was holding something back.

It took me a moment, but I realised what was happening under his skirt.

“Are you—”

“Billie I—”

We spoke at the same time and it spooked me into snapping my mouth shut.

“I-ah, I’m sorry. Here.”

Izule cleared his throat and hurried to pull a long piece of pezaxon silk off the roll.

“I’ll meet you when you’re ready in the living room.”

He cut it with the scissors, placed it on the bed, quickly fisted a few items off the top sheet, and slithered off in a blur of brown and green.

Just like that I was alone in my bedroom.

Bewildered.

I stared at the open doorway and replayed the incident in my head.

One minute everything seemed normal, and then he got naked, started ululating a pur at me, and his pouch started to bulge.

That’s the Ucfeni version of an erection, right? Was Izule…aroused by me? Why did he flee? Because I realised his reaction? Or because he realised his reaction to me? I honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it, and a chill down my spine reminded me I was standing in just my underwear.

I can’t do anything about what just happened, but I can get dressed.

I walk over to the bed and finally touch the green fabric.

I smile, feeling the softest chiffon like material under my fingertips.

It definitely had silk like qualities, though, was more breathable.

I liked the feel of it, and mimicked what I saw Izule do.

I wrapped the material around my hips several times and located another silver magnetic belt to hook and hold the skirt in place.

The silver was dark, but light, and the coolness of it against my skin wore off quickly.

I examined the headdress, finding it to be an elasticated black band with green fabric like the skirt, and a plume of green and black feathers arching back like the mane of an exotic bird.

It felt light enough that I was willing to try it out, at any rate.

I placed it back on the bed for now and looked down at my nude bra.

Ucfeni don’t wear anything on their upper bodies, but I wanted to.

I got to work cutting off more of the pezaxon silk to make myself a breast wrap.

I’d seen enough of them in the fantasy games I played to get the basic gist.

Around the back, cross over the front, and tie at the back.

Only, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it to fasten.

It would, but I didn’t cut the fabric long enough to be able to do it myself.

I also realised my bra straps would stick out like a sore thumb, so I was going to have to take it off as well.

I did so with a huff, not happy I was going to have to forego a bra, but reassured myself I would still be fully dressed.

That was the main thing.

There was no way I was going out there where people could see either my bra, or my breasts.

I discard my bra onto the bed and wrap the fabric around myself once more.

I’m going to need help fastening the back, so I turn to call out for Izule.

The sound Izule made as he stared down at me, deep and hungry, bounced back into my head.

The flex of his muscular form.

The heat of his yellow stare.

And the distinct tenting of his skirt.

My cheeks heated with a blush and I smiled bashfully.

Does…Izule like me? More than a charge or a good friend, but with romantic intentions? If he does, that’s alien territory for me, no pun intended.

I’ve never dated anyone.

Ever.

I quickly shook off that flickering hope with a cold wash of logic.

No, I can’t be interpreting that right.

Izule is a big strong prince.

He is a Royal, the biggest and strongest of his Royal line, apart from his father and sister.

He is the most masculine and potent physical specimen both the Human and Ucfeni species has to offer, from my observations.

He happens to be a Royal.

With that comes power and prestige.

More than that, he is as kind as he is patient.

Izule is the only person in two worlds I’ve ever welcomed to touch me, and the other is my sister.

In fact, I enjoy his touch the most, and look forward to snuggling in his bed of cushions each night.

In his thick muscly arms and tail.

Surrounded by his strength and tenderness.

Izule makes me feel like I’m capable of anything, and the label I’ve lived with all my life disappears when I’m with him.

I’m just Billie.

He’s my Mountain and I…oh.

I incline my head, my messy brown fringe swaying with my bob as I realise that I’m attracted to Izule.

I’m not sure what to do about it, though.

I think if I'd come to this realisation independent of seeing Izule’s arousal, I might have thought there was nothing to be done.

The thought of telling Izule I have romantic feelings for him, and for him to reject me, makes me feel nauseously anxious.

But? If he feels the same way…then…that should be alright? Shouldn’t it?

“Izule I need you.”

I call out and wait, my hands holding the pezaxon silk to my chest as a breast wrap as I wait for him.

“I am here.”

He announces, as usual, and his hood isn’t as wide as it normally is when he’s with me.

“What do you need Billie?”

I stare at him, seeing he is now wearing silver armlets around his biceps, making them seem even bigger.

A thick brown leather collar sits over the upper half of his chest with a dark silver half moon shape panel on it, and a com-gem in the centre.

“You look nice.”

He smiles and nods down at my outfit.

“Do you need assistance Billie?”

“Yes.”

I turn on the spot and show him I’m holding the ends of the breast wrap in place.

“Can you tie these two together please?”

“Of course.”

Izule takes the fabric from me and I adjust my breasts practically so he can tighten and secure the breast wrap in place at my back.

I tug my com-gem necklace out from the green fabric to rest on my chest and turn to look up at his mouth.

“Izule?”

“Yes Billie.”

Good.

He seems much more relaxed now both of us are fully dressed.

“I hope I didn’t upset or embarrass you before.

Because you ran, erm, slithered away.”

I avert my eyes and walk over to the bed to retrieve the headdress.

I don’t look at him as I keep talking.

“Because I noticed your bulge.”

I put the headband on so it sat behind my fringe and in front of my ears.

Yes, I would have plenty of room for my ear defenders.

When I realise he hasn’t answered me I turn to look at him.

Izule is still in my bedroom but his arms are folded over his chest and his eyes are wide.

“Are you offended?”

“No.”

I have no intention of wearing any of the shiny metal jewellery on the bed, so instead, I open the bedside drawer and hold my ear defenders in my left hand.

“Why would I be offended by your arousal?”