Chapter Three

Lela sucked in a breath at his whispered words. No one had ever been so bold with her. Of course, Drrrl was the first man she'd been around since she'd moved to the compound at the age of five. "But I don't know you!" she protested, wondering how he could possibly believe she would have intercourse with him after such a short time.

He shrugged, his hands going to her waist and pulling her more firmly against him. "You will." His fingers went to the front of her white blouse, carefully unfastening the buttons.

She grabbed his wrists, trying to stop him from undressing her. It couldn't be right to have relations with a man she'd only met a few hours before. "But we just met!" she protested.

He sighed. Hadn't she just agreed? They'd been over this. "Would it have been different if you had married the man the computer chose for you? Would he have given you time to get to know him before he buried his cock inside you?"

She swallowed hard. "No, but he would have been a man from Earth."

"That matters none. We met, and we've married. Don't you owe me the same respect as you would have given your Earth husband?"

"I..." Lela was confused.

He continued unbuttoning her shirt, and she made no move to stop him. Finally, he pushed it off her shoulders and to the floor, leaving her in only her skirt and her foundation garment. "How do I remove this?" he asked.

She blushed, not feeling like she should help him, even though it was obvious to her this train was going fast, and there was no way off. "There's a zipper," she mumbled.

"A zipper? What is a zipper?" He studied her carefully, before his face lit up. "This?" He took the small metallic object between his thumb and first finger and pulled it down.

Lela took a full deep breath for the first time since she'd dressed that morning. The foundation garment was to make every woman look as if she had the same boyish figure. For well-endowed women, like Lela, they were vastly uncomfortable.

Drrrl stared down at the bountiful bosom popping out of her—strange contraption she wore. She was beautiful. He'd had no idea there was so—well, so much of her to pop out!

He finished unzipping her and pushed the stiff garment off her shoulders, his fingers trailing from her neck down to her nipples. "Why did you hide your beauty under that thing?"

Lela bit her lip, trying to consider what answer would appease him. "They are required on Earth. Every woman must wear one except when she is sleeping. It keeps women from being objects of men's lust." She had always hated her foundation garment, feeling like she was forced into a wrapper like a sausage. She understood the reasoning behind them, but she'd never agreed with it.

Drrrl threw back his head and laughed. "Your beautiful face made me lust after you. Your shapely legs made my cock get hard. How did they think that would keep a man from lusting after you?" He caught the waistband of her skirt with his thumbs and pushed it to her feet. From her knees to her thighs was another garment, similar in material to the other. "These cannot be comfortable!" He turned her by her shoulders and spun her around, finding the zipper at her waist this time and tugging it down quickly.

"They're not. They're meant to conceal a woman's body from men and keep them from lusting. Making women seem as if they have no curves at all." But he was about to see that she had curves to spare. She hated how large she was and would have given anything for him not to have to see her naked.

"I find you much more beautiful without that thing covering you." He reached out to cup her breasts in his hands, squeezing them softly. "You looked too thin with that thing on. You looked unhealthy. I look at you now and I feel so much more for you. You, my dear, are beautiful."

Lela shook her head. "I'm not. I'm too heavy. They were going to force me to lose weight before I was allowed to marry. My counselor talked about my weight constantly, saying I wasn't appealing to a man. That I would have to be fixed." She closed her eyes as she thought about what the fixing would have entailed. A painful surgery would have been performed to remove all excess fat, and she would have had her stomach made smaller, so she couldn't eat as much.

"She lied to you. I've never been more attracted to a woman in my life."

"You don't have to say that. I know how I look." She had no illusions left. She wished she could believe it, but she knew that she was not the kind of women men went crazy for.

Drrrl caught her hand and brought it down to his cock. "Do you really think I could be that hard if you weren't attractive? You're beautiful!"

Lela squeezed his penis, surprised at the feel. It was soft, almost like it was made of velvet on the outside. She had only ever seen one in a textbook, and had been able to avoid looking at his since they'd come into the room. Once she touched it, her eyes were immediately drawn to it.

She gasped when she saw it. It was different than textbooks certainly. The thing was huge, and it curved up at the end. Almost at a forty-five degree angle. "Is it supposed to curve that way?" she asked, embarrassed.

He nodded, frowning slightly. "All males of my planet curve like that. It makes it touch places that women like."

Her eyes grew wider. "So you're telling me you're better equipped to pleasure a woman than a man from Earth?" Could he really be saying that?

"I don't know what humans' penises look like, but yes, if they're not curved, I'm better equipped to please you." He took a step back, looking at her from head to toe. "I like you so much better without that horrible thing on. Please don't wear it again!"

She sighed. "My clothes won't fit without it."

"So go naked. My brother won't mind."

Her eyes widened. "It wouldn't bother you if your brother saw me naked?" What kind of husband was he?

He shrugged. "In our world, nudity is considered a natural thing. We weren't born clothed, were we?"

"Well, of course not, but..."

"No buts." He pushed against her shoulders and she fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide. He laughed as he followed her down, lying beside her. His lips pressed against hers as his hand went to her breast, cupping it in his fingers. He was fascinated by her body. He'd thought his mate was a slender woman, but he was so pleased to see the truth. She was made for him.

"I don't know what to do!" she protested as his hands roamed over her body.

He lifted his head, staring at her. "To be honest, I've never done this before either. There just weren't any women around, and men don't appeal to me. We'll figure it out together." He had never thought he'd admit to such a thing, but he knew that she needed the truth just then.

Lela propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him curiously. "Really? This is your first time?" Oddly it made her feel more relaxed about the whole experience, knowing it was his first time as well.

He pulled her closer to him, until they were touching from shoulder to thighs. "Really." His hands caressed her bottom, pulling her to him even tighter. His cock was pressing into her stomach, but she didn't protest.

His lips met hers, and he stroked the inside of her top lip with his tongue. His hands moved over her back and bottom, cupping her derrière and pulling her into him even more. "I want you," he whispered against her lips.

She moaned softly. She wanted him touching her. Everywhere. She couldn't seem to convince herself it was all right for him to be touching her that way.

His hand slipped between her legs, one finger going to her clit. He rubbed his finger back and forth across it, trying to bring her to the same fever pitch he was at.

Lela buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. It was spicy, and very appealing to her. She wondered if it was a natural smell or something he was masking his natural body odor with. Then he slid a finger inside her, and she quit thinking at all.

At her gasp of pleasure, Drrrl smiled. "Do you like that?" His lips were pressed to her ear.

She nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "More," she whispered.

He laughed softly, slowly sliding another finger into her to join the first, moving them in and out in a steady rhythm. "More?" He was doing his best not to rush her, but his cock was throbbing, begging for the opportunity to bury itself inside of her.

"Oh yes!" she cried out, her body feeling as if it were on fire.

He added a third finger, and she gasped as it seemed to stretch her too much for a moment, and then the pleasure overtook her. She rolled to her back, panting as he followed her, his fingers still pressed deep inside her.

He leaned down and caught one nipple between his lips, sucking at it instantly.

She looked down at his head at her breast, surprised that she felt sexual arousal when he touched her there. She'd been taught that breasts were only for feeding babies. Apparently, her teacher either hadn't known, or hadn't been willing to admit the truth about sexual feelings.

She wove her fingers through his hair, spreading her legs a bit wider to give him better access to her body. She felt something start to build, deep in her stomach, but she had no idea what it could be. "Something's happening to me. I'm frightened!"

Drrrl released her nipple with a pop, moving up to kiss her softly. "Don't you know? You're going to climax."

"What does that mean?" She thrashed her head on the pillow, clutching his shoulder. "You should stop!"

"It means you're going to be sexually fulfilled. It will feel good!"

"Stop! It's not right?"

He kissed her again, more to stifle her complaints than anything else. He moved his fingers in and out of her faster than ever. "Just let it happen, dog breath!"

Lela didn't have the strength to argue with the name. Waves of pleasure washed over her, starting at her core. When she'd finally regained her breath, she asked, "Dog breath? Did you really just call me 'dog breath'?"

"That's what Sergeant Belker called all the people he knew."

She blinked. "Sergeant Belker?"

"From your Earth show, Hill Street Blues."

The man had lost his mind. Good thing he was talented with his fingers. "Never heard of it."

Drrrl sighed. "You are missing one of the most important shows from your planet's culture."

"We don't exactly get a lot of screen time in the compounds," she told him. She wondered if she'd ever be able to explain to him just how meager her existence had been before he'd arrived.

"Never mind then. If you do not like 'dog breath' I will find a new endearment."

She shook her head, shocked that he'd think 'dog breath' was an endearment she would like. "That's probably a good idea."

He sighed. "That was my favorite, but I will endeavor to come up with another." He rolled atop her abruptly, settling between her thighs. "Are you ready for me?"

"What if I say no?"