His fingers stroked my dick, and I moaned, rubbing his sides and tracing the grooves around his scales. He pumped my shaft and circled the sensitive tip. A bead of pre-cum welled, and he slid his fingers through it, then brushed the underside of my dick. I arched up, moaning.
“Fuck, Kal.”
Kal grinned against my lips. “Patience.”
His fingers wandered over me, touching, exploring. My hands never stayed in one place, traveling over the tight planes of his muscles and feeling the smoothness of his scales. When he moved further down, tracing my hole, I spread my legs wider for him.
He circled my rim, sending pulses of pleasure to my dick, before slipping up to cup my balls, tugging on them.
“Shit,” I ground out, hips bucking.
Kal’s fingers returned to gently probing my ass.
“I can’t,” I started, thinking of his claws.
“I know. You can fuck me, Husband.” Kal claimed my lips, and his tongue invaded my mouth, slicking against mine.
Kal slowly stroked me, making me ache for him. I wanted to plunge deep within him. How warm would he be? I groaned against his lips, hands moving to his ass. His tail curled around my arm, and my fingers investigated where it attached to his back. The scales were smoother and more delicate near the base of his tail, and I could feel the strength of the appendage as I trailed down the length.
Kal ripped his mouth from mine, panting. I slid down his crease to brush his hole. Kal’s breath increased. He kept pumping my dick as I circled his hole, finger prodding the tight pucker. I tried to roll him onto his back so I could prepare him, but he didn’t budge.
“I need…” I started, breaking off to moan when Kal worked my dick in fast strokes that made my hips jerk.
“What do you need, Husband?” Kal asked, his fingers disappearing.
My stomach suddenly rolled. Bile climbed my throat.
“Husband?” Kal hovered over me.
I swallowed but couldn’t contain it. I pushed him out of the way, threw myself to the edge of the bed, and puked.
Chapter 37
Sickness.
“My Seth?” I asked, hesitant to touch him. What if I’d hurt him? NAID had said we were compatible in practice and anatomy. I’d even done research. Like I’d known he needed preparation and lube before he told me. Or that I couldn’t linger inside of him, nor him with me, after we fucked like I could with drakcol partners.
Gently, I touched his back.
When he stopped vomiting, Seth panted. I rolled him over, and sweat had gathered on his forehead. His glazed eyes stared back at me, and tremors wracked his limbs.
“Seth?”
“I think I’m sick.”
I cupped his cheek. His skin was feverish beneath my fingertips. “What can I do?’
His eyes closed as he lifted and lowered his shoulders.
“Seth? My Seth?” I asked, shaking him, but he didn’t respond. I ripped through our pile of clothes, searching for a touchstone. The Admiral Ven might be out of range, though Vx-93 was more compatible with our technology than Petveiti because it wasn’t underwater.
I frantically shook out our trousers. Seth’s touchstone rolled onto the ground. I seized it. “NAID,” I shouted.
Her voice resonated in my ear. “Yes, Prince Kalvoxrencol?”
“Seth is sick, very sick. We need transport. Now!”
“I will confer with Captain Talvax. Standby.”
