Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,28
and she suddenly realized how much that would encourage a man whose species teetered on the verge of extinction. His cock jerked against her clit, causing a spasm of pleasure so intense that she almost gave in. But she wasn’t one of her reckless teenagers. She was an adult, and she had to be responsible.
“Please, Hrebec,” she said softly.
With a muffled curse, he pulled back. To her surprise, he didn’t stomp off, but instead, he sat back against the couch and lifted her up onto his lap. She could feel his rigid cock beneath her ass—did that thing ever go down? —but he made no attempt to resume his actions, simply wrapping his arms and tail around her. She sighed and nestled closer, feeling unexpectedly shaky from both her climax and the feelings rushing through her—feelings she did not want to examine too closely.
He stroked her hair, and she found herself petting his tail where it was wrapped around her. As her body began to relax, she thought back to what he had said.
“What did you mean by that—that it was forbidden?”
His body tensed, but he answered willingly enough. “It is forbidden to waste seed on any act that is not for the purpose of procreation.”
“Is that a religious thing?” she asked, and then immediately felt silly. “No, of course not. It’s because your race is…”
“Is dying. You can say it.” He sighed and rested his cheek on her hair. “And you’re right. As soon as we are capable, we are required to donate our seed every week.”
“Every week? Do you, um, masturbate into a cup or something like that?”
“You mean touch ourselves? No. There is a machine.” His voice tightened. “It is not pleasant, but I believe that is because they do not want to encourage us to seek pleasure on our own.”
She knew her cheeks were turning pink, but thankfully her face was buried against his chest. Somehow that gave her the courage to ask the next question. “You already, um, ejaculated twice and you’re still hard. Why are they so worried about wasting seed when you seem to have so much to spare?”
“It was not fertilized. Remember what I said last night? I would have to knot before my seed becomes fertile.”
“So the machine…”
“Forces us to knot? Yes.” His voice was still tight, and she stroked his tail comfortingly.
“But you no longer have to use those machines, right?”
“No. It is not viable to transport seed for any distance.”
A sudden thought struck her. If there were no females on Ciresia and he was forbidden to have sex unless it was an attempt at procreation… She leaned back so that she could see his face.
“Hrebec, have you ever had sex?”
His cheeks darkened and he looked away. “I am ashamed to admit that I have. The first month after Defiance assumed its duties, we were at a trading port. There was a female there. After some discussion, we agreed that she was probably physically compatible.”
A feeling that bore an uncomfortable resemblance to jealousy spread through her, but she tried to keep her voice calm. “Did you enjoy it?”
“No. She didn’t feel right or smell right. I didn’t knot and I felt uncomfortable and ashamed.”
She bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to feel that way. I just wanted to give you pleasure.”
“You did.” His eyes heated. “You do feel right, Abigail. You smell delicious and you taste even better. I have no doubt that I would knot inside your tight little cunt.”
A corresponding surge of lust shot through her but she pushed it firmly aside. “And that’s why we can’t have sex. What if I got pregnant? The odds are that it wouldn’t happen. I’m older and less fertile and our species are most likely to be incompatible, but we can’t take the risk. There’s no future for us.” Her words echoed the hollowness she felt inside, but before he could respond, Tiana cried out from the next room.
“Saved by the bell,” she muttered.
He frowned at her. “There is no bell.”
“It’s an expression.” She started to climb to her feet and he lifted her effortlessly. “Thank you. Where are my pants?”
She found them in a crumpled heap on the floor and could see the long rip up one leg where he had torn them off of her.
“Dammit, Hrebec. This is the only outfit I have. Can you find a way to fix them?”
Abandoning the useless garment, she headed for her daughter.