warm kiss on her neck.
“You like kissing my neck, don’t you?” She chuckled but tilted her head to allow him further access.
“I do. I like biting it more, but you aren’t fully able to regenerate yet. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
She chuckled and leaned into him. “A day with a mark won’t kill me, and being mocked after sex is not something I am unfamiliar with.”
She threaded her fingers in his hair and pressed his mouth to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, and she shuddered. She felt his arms go around her, and he carried her to the window. With some coaxing, he placed her palms flat on the glass.
She groaned when her skirt was moved aside and her underwear parted with a few snaps of his fingers. Her skin felt hot when he slid his fingers into her, letting her slick heat coat his hand. His cock replaced his hand a moment later. She grunted and tried to relax as the angle she was standing at caused resistance.
A few aborted thrusts and he changed his angle of entry and slid home, causing her to gasp at the feeling of being filled nearly beyond capacity.
Rhoda hissed and rocked with him as he began to thrust. A few light caresses and she was already on the spiralling climb to release.
Drehl moved his hand around and pressed her clit at the same time his teeth bit down on the curve of her neck. She shrieked and her fingers pressed to the glass while her body rippled through an orgasm. Lights sparked behind her eyes and images swam in her mind of her and Drehl in dozens of poses and laughing together with younger versions of themselves standing around. She had gone right from honeymoon to grandchildren, and as her body slowly relaxed, she smiled slightly at her reflection in the glass.
She felt his cock pulse inside her, and he groaned against her skin, bringing a second wave of soft, pleasurable ripples through her channel.
She shuddered as he pulled her upright and back against him. “I am sure that this obsession to be inside you will wear off eventually, Rhoda.”
She chuckled. “Not for the first thirty years from what I can see.”
He withdrew from her and turned her to face him. “You can see that far?”
She snorted. “I saw my own destiny while I was staring into the glass. I have never looked for it before.”
Rhoda wrapped her arms around him and held him for a moment while the images wove themselves into her memories. While she held him, his clothing righted itself.
She sighed. “What do you think Kebril will think when he finds out that his destiny is a Terran woman?”
Drehl laughed and rubbed his hands up and down her spine. “He will consider himself very lucky.”
“You say the sweetest things.” She laughed and held on to him. “So, what did you do before you were a Guardian?”
“Like Kebril, I designed household bots that are used throughout the Nyal Imperium.”
“How much longer will you be an active Guardian?”
He shrugged. “Since I am now stationed on Yacaro, I can remain active indefinitely.”
She scowled. “That doesn’t sound too great. What if you find a replacement?”
He grinned. “Then, I will happily retire and pester you night and day.”
She frowned. “I think I need to work out a middle ground here.”
They walked out of the studio and back into the breakfast area. Kebril was in deep discussion with Under, but as he looked at Rhoda, he smiled. “I can see that the getting-to-know-you is going very well.”
She couldn’t think of what he meant, but a breeze cooled her buttocks under the fabric of her gown, and she realized that the underwear was still missing. She sighed. “It proceeds apace. Now, would you like to sit for the portrait? I need to get used to that new studio.”
He nodded and followed her through the halls and into the studio. He glanced at the sketch with interest. “You did that without me?”
“It is easy to pull an image into my mind, but to get it accurate, I need you in front of me.”
Kebril nodded
“You like kissing my neck, don’t you?” She chuckled but tilted her head to allow him further access.
“I do. I like biting it more, but you aren’t fully able to regenerate yet. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
She chuckled and leaned into him. “A day with a mark won’t kill me, and being mocked after sex is not something I am unfamiliar with.”
She threaded her fingers in his hair and pressed his mouth to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, and she shuddered. She felt his arms go around her, and he carried her to the window. With some coaxing, he placed her palms flat on the glass.
She groaned when her skirt was moved aside and her underwear parted with a few snaps of his fingers. Her skin felt hot when he slid his fingers into her, letting her slick heat coat his hand. His cock replaced his hand a moment later. She grunted and tried to relax as the angle she was standing at caused resistance.
A few aborted thrusts and he changed his angle of entry and slid home, causing her to gasp at the feeling of being filled nearly beyond capacity.
Rhoda hissed and rocked with him as he began to thrust. A few light caresses and she was already on the spiralling climb to release.
Drehl moved his hand around and pressed her clit at the same time his teeth bit down on the curve of her neck. She shrieked and her fingers pressed to the glass while her body rippled through an orgasm. Lights sparked behind her eyes and images swam in her mind of her and Drehl in dozens of poses and laughing together with younger versions of themselves standing around. She had gone right from honeymoon to grandchildren, and as her body slowly relaxed, she smiled slightly at her reflection in the glass.
She felt his cock pulse inside her, and he groaned against her skin, bringing a second wave of soft, pleasurable ripples through her channel.
She shuddered as he pulled her upright and back against him. “I am sure that this obsession to be inside you will wear off eventually, Rhoda.”
She chuckled. “Not for the first thirty years from what I can see.”
He withdrew from her and turned her to face him. “You can see that far?”
She snorted. “I saw my own destiny while I was staring into the glass. I have never looked for it before.”
Rhoda wrapped her arms around him and held him for a moment while the images wove themselves into her memories. While she held him, his clothing righted itself.
She sighed. “What do you think Kebril will think when he finds out that his destiny is a Terran woman?”
Drehl laughed and rubbed his hands up and down her spine. “He will consider himself very lucky.”
“You say the sweetest things.” She laughed and held on to him. “So, what did you do before you were a Guardian?”
“Like Kebril, I designed household bots that are used throughout the Nyal Imperium.”
“How much longer will you be an active Guardian?”
He shrugged. “Since I am now stationed on Yacaro, I can remain active indefinitely.”
She scowled. “That doesn’t sound too great. What if you find a replacement?”
He grinned. “Then, I will happily retire and pester you night and day.”
She frowned. “I think I need to work out a middle ground here.”
They walked out of the studio and back into the breakfast area. Kebril was in deep discussion with Under, but as he looked at Rhoda, he smiled. “I can see that the getting-to-know-you is going very well.”
She couldn’t think of what he meant, but a breeze cooled her buttocks under the fabric of her gown, and she realized that the underwear was still missing. She sighed. “It proceeds apace. Now, would you like to sit for the portrait? I need to get used to that new studio.”
He nodded and followed her through the halls and into the studio. He glanced at the sketch with interest. “You did that without me?”
“It is easy to pull an image into my mind, but to get it accurate, I need you in front of me.”
Kebril nodded
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