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The look in Venik’s eyes sent need soaring through Dawn. He wanted her. Swallowing past the spike of her own adrenalin fueled arousal, she made her voice as calm as possible. “I’d like that too.”
They hurried back to the ship, Dawn trusting Venik’s sense of direction as they whipped down busy walkways and crowded shop fronts. By the time they reached their deck on the Black Star, she was panting and so turned on she could hardly contain herself.
They neared the door to her room but Venik nudged her forward with a muttered, “My room.”
The moment she entered, he slammed the door behind her and pinned her against the panel. Dawn gasped, her hands flying up to brace on his chest. “Venik!”
His hands went to her waist, shoving her shirt up. He buried his face at the base of her throat and growled.
Holy hell! Dawn wiggled against him, wanting her body flush against his hard much heavier frame. When Venik lowered his weight onto her, she shivered and moaned simultaneously. His hands slid with aching slowness up the sides or her torso, leaving sparks of lightning behind in its path.
Anticipation rose through her body as his thick fingers moved higher and higher, caressing her rib cage with strong strokes. Dawn held her breath and arched, wanting to feel him cup her in his palms. “Hurry, Venik.”
Her plea went unheeded. He drew a deep inhale from her neck and lifted his head slightly. His closed lips brushed along the column of her throat until they stopped at her left ear. Just when Dawn thought she’d pass out waiting for his mouth to touch the sensitive shell, his hands swooped up and squeezed both her breasts.
Legs trembling, Dawn sagged. “Ooooh.”
Wet touched her ear. A slow, languid lick around the curve from his tongue. Shaking, Dawn fought to get his shirt up. Fair was fair and she had every intention of touching the body she’d been ogling.
Venik leaned back and helped by ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it behind him. A snarl slid from his mouth as he leered at the breasts filling his hands. His three fingers lightly brushed over the ruddy nubs and he groaned. “You are devine, indira.”
A weak breath escaped her. Venik’s eyes glowed with his appreciation and her nipples perked in the palm of his rough hands. As far as compliments went, it was top tier and meant more than being told she was beautiful by previous men.
She ran her fingers over his cut chest and the ripped abs, then lingered at his waist and teased the band that hid what she really wanted to see. With a flick of her thumb, she undid the clasp of the fahsi and the wrap around cloth fell to the floor.
“We must talk first,” he said in a husky rasp.
The last thing Dawn wanted to do was talk. She curved her thumbs over the edge of his pants, prepared to undress him.
“Dawn.” Venik caught her hand in his and squeezed lightly.
Biting back a whimper, she met his gaze. “You really want to talk? Now?”
His lips twitched and to her ever growing dismay, he dropped his hands and stepped back. This time, Dawn did whine, drawing an amused grunt from Venik. “I think you’ll find it important too.”
He crossed the living area to a small box sitting on a table and retrieved it. He came back to Dawn and stared down at her. His chest rose on a sharp inhale. “We only touched on the differences between our species. There’s more. Not just the physical but the sexual.”
Arousal stalled at his words and vividly reminded her that this was definitely a conversation they needed to have. “Ugh, you’re right. We should talk.”
“Come. We can do this in my bedroom.”
She followed down the short hallway and into the room in the back. “Plus, I want to see what the big deal is.”
Venik snorted and Dawn realized how her statement might have sounded. She flushed and ran a hand through her hair. The room’s layout was similar to hers except she didn’t have any belongings or a desk. His bed dominated the space and a thick coverlet covered the mattress.
She went to the side and sat. Venik remained standing. “I can show you but I think you’ll prefer the explanation first.”
“No, show me now.” Dawn wasn’t sure what to expect but she couldn’t stand the curiosity a second more.
Venik grimaced. “I feared you’d say that.”
He held the box in one hand and used the other to grasp the edge of his waistband and tugged his pants down below his hips without ceremony. Just dropped his pants in front of her and her gaze dropped with it.
Nestled in a patch of coarse black curls was a hard cock. Its color was a deeper bronze than the tone of his skin, maybe darker as it was swollen and thick. The length and width were more than adequate. She didn’t see a sack below but for all she knew he didn’t need one.
“Hate to break it to you but it looks pretty much like a human man’s dick on Earth,” she said in some relief. A lot of relief.
“Wait for it.” He gripped the shaft and stroked from one end to the other with a brisk glide of his hand.
Sharp spindly black things sprung out and covered it from the bullet shaped head down to the base. That’s where Dawn’s nerves gave out and she jumped to her feet. “Wh-what are those?”
He let his shaft go and his aroused state kept it partially aloft. Venik showed her his hand and there were scratches and traces of yellow on his palm. As if compelled, she approached slowly. Catching his wrist, she looked at the blood left behind then back to his dick. This was more than she’d bargained for. “They cut?”
The thought of letting something sharp enough to cut into her personal love zone was an immediate decline, negative, no, thank you anyway.
“Do you now understand our reasons for the taboo?” he asked in a quiet voice.
Dawn searched his face but he’d masked his expression. She didn’t exactly want to run from the room but she wasn’t bowled over with the desire to spread her legs any longer, either. She had the feeling Venik knew this would be her reaction. “Let’s talk more.”
Carefully she eased his pants up, covering his violent looking dick. Then she took his wrist and led him to the bed where they sat side by side, knees angled inward and touching. “Do you need a bandage of some sort?”
He clenched his fist and set the box in his lap. “It will heal on its own.”
Dawn blew out a breath. “Right. Ok. Talk.”
“A Vassi female’s body has a hardened lining. The barbs of a male’s cockti do not cause pain or injury.”
Okay. She could work through this. Couples faced obstacles all the time. Dawn was still fiercely turned on and wanted Venik but...hand jobs, blow jobs and sex were off the table for him. Unless she wanted to be sliced and diced. Dawn pointed at his crotch. “I have no idea how we get around that.”
Venik passed her the dark green box. “Anything can be found at Regin IV. It’s one of the more open stations in the Tribek system. Due to its notoriety, they have places which cater to all sorts, including Vassi who seek the perverse.”
“Can we stop calling it that?!” Dawn blurted as she held the box like a ticking time bomb. She couldn’t imagine how the contents inside would help and was almost afraid to open it.
His mouth twitched and he inclined his head. “My apologies. Open it, Dawn.”
Would she ever get used to him calling her by her first name only? She traced the lid, took a deep breath and popped the top off. Inside was a packet of clear envelopes. Dawn picked one up and there was a black folded square inside. She was utterly lost. Alien sex toys weren’t a thing back on Earth. “I’m not sure what this is, Venik.”
He reached over and unfolded the black square until he held up a thick rubberized looking oval. “A black market sex sheath. This goes over my cock as you call it and will protect you from tears.”
Essentially an antiquated condom. Dawn couldn’t remember the last time that had been a thing. On Earth, most men and women received annual birth control and sexually transmitted disease shots by the age of fifteen. Of course, humans didn’t have to worry about blood loss and an emergency visit to the hospital if they got torn up inside from a session of alien sex.
She fingered through the pile inside. There were only a dozen. “What do you do if you go through these? Order more?”
His brow ridges creased and rose in confusion. “These are reusable. You don’t dispose of them.”
Ewww.
“But...don’t you fill them with...you know.” She made an obscene gesture with her hand.
From the look on Venik’s face, he didn’t understand.
“Cum. Spunk. Release. Sperm,” she tossed out, hoping one of the words would translate appropriately without her having to be really graphic.
Awareness brightened his expression at last. “Ah. My seed. I’m only fertile once a senim when I go into heat.”
It didn’t sound very sanitary to Dawn regardless of the lack of fluids he let out. “So how do you clean them after each use?”
At the bottom of the box, he pulled out a tiny disc, folded the black sheath and inserted it. A low hum sounded and the tiny device buzzed in his hand. “This is a miniature sterilization unit.”
***
Would she be disgusted? Venik wasn’t sure if Dawn would still want to join with him after he explained a few of the steps involved for them to have sex safely. It wasn’t a practice many females of other races wanted to chance. Any minor damage to the sheath could cause harm during the act.
There were a few who thrived on the idea of pain and potential injury. Another reason inter-species sex wasn’t encouraged. It didn’t help that Vassi males strongly opposed being covered and viewed it as a sign of unnatural fetishes.
Venik didn’t care. His desire for Dawn had not abated. The need to sate himself with her body had only grown sitting next to her, smelling her floral fragrance and the remnants of her aroused scent. He was desperate to be with her. Any satisfaction he received would be enough.
But he’d never risk her safety. He’d purchased the most reliable brand of sheaths and threatened the stall owner if Dawn experienced even a hint of pain.
“I’ll understand if you change your mind. This doesn’t mean I’ve lost my interest in learning about you or being with you in however that looks,” he said at her prolonged silence.
Never had Venik offered such an open-ended option to a female. Sitting with Dawn, he realized he was sincerely interested in knowing everything about her and the sexual aspect was only a small part of that. His previous relationships had been bland transactions. His care for his partners had been genuine, but it was nothing compared to what he felt for Dawn. Not even close.
Her pouty lips curved and her golden brown eyes finally lit with pleasure as opposed to the fear she’d been emanating. She leaned toward him and shocking Venik to his core, she brushed her temple along his in the brazi. Venik shuddered and dove toward her, spilling her backward onto his bed.
The box of sheaths fell beside them, black squares fluttering from her hand. He nuzzled the side of her face, growling non-stop, then pressed his lips to hers in the human kissing fashion. He didn’t understand the practice but having his mouth on Dawn, tasting her had its own appeal.
Feeling her mouth on him in return surprisingly aroused Venik in a way he hadn’t expected. She kissed the sensitive creases of his fore ridges, trailed her fingers over the arches of his ears and moaned as he thrust against her.
Despite warning that he couldn’t use his teeth on her, Dawn didn’t offer him the same courtesy. She tugged at his bottom lip, nipped at the top and licked the part in the middle. His breath came in ragged pants. He ached and was as hard as oxylialon. Battling a growing wave of aggression from his darker urges, he snarled, “Be careful what you start, Dawn.”
Either she didn’t listen or didn’t care. Her legs parted and Venik slid between the apex of her thighs, aligning them groin to groin. She locked her ankles around his hips and dragged her stubby nails down his back setting off sizzling bolts down his spine. Venik arched up on a growl and slammed himself against her.
With an evil grin, she leaned up and frantically tugged at her shirt. “Off. Help me get this off.”
Flicking a claw free on his right hand, he shredded the material down the middle in one swipe. Dawn froze. Panting, Venik stopped too. She stared at her bared torso and the torn edges of the material, then back to him. Venik wondered if he’d made a misstep. He knew Earth men didn’t have claws and razor sharp teeth but he wasn’t sure how aggressive their joining practices were.
Suddenly Dawn laughed, the bountiful mounds on her chest bouncing. “Hell yes!”
An unexpected grin teased at his lips. Venik rolled to the side and removed his pants and boots. “Undress!”
The hoarse demand sounded nothing like the calm he usually exhibited in these matters but this wasn’t usual. Dawn Reavers brought out a reckless side of him.
Ghizu favored him from the beyond because Dawn didn’t argue. She scrambled around on his sheets, kicking off her shoes and pants in a way that brought humor to Venik’s hearts. She always managed to amuse him. At the same time, she made him fearful and worried.
Thoughts of the changes she’d already wrought in his life should have angered him. It didn’t. If anything, it only increased his desire. At this stage, instinct guided and all of his senses pulled him toward this slender, fierce Earth woman. Their relationship was taboo, anathema to his culture and would bring unnecessary scrutiny on them.
Knowing that, Venik still couldn’t turn away from the long term potential of something special. Being around her eased him in a way he hadn’t known he needed.
When she settled on her back completely devoid of her clothing, he leaned alongside her and cupped the satin smoothness of her cheek. Staring into her two tones eyes, he said, “I find you fascinating. From the moment our paths crossed, you have intrigued me, Dawn Reavers.”