Twelve Days of Xanthus

He placed his hands on her hips and pressed her body against him. She rolled her hips against him and found a rhythm. Another moan ripped from her throat. His thick cock swelled and she shivered. It’d been over a year since she last had sex, and he was well endowed. She had a moment of virginal fear. Would he fit? Violet lifted her hips and reached down wrapping her hand around him. She stroked, once, twice, and lined him up. His bulbous head pressed at her entrance.

“Wait!” Blind panic flooded her as common sense stilled her body and held the lust at bay.

“What’s wrong?”

“We don’t have a contraceptive.”

“Those things aren’t needed, Violet. My people choose when we procreate. We control if our sperm’s viable.”

“The more I learn, the more I like you.”

She braced her hand against his chest and lowered herself onto him. She wiggled her hips to coat his hardness with her juices and ease her journey down his thick, hard cock. She’d never been filled so full in her life. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers twitched, and she dug her nails into the tanned flesh of his chest. She reached the base and a delicious jolt of electricity shot through her body.

“Oh.”

Her pussy fluttered and they both cried out. She wanted to take things slow, show him what it could be like, but the lust wouldn’t allow her to choose. The minute she was adjusted to his girth, she had to move. Violet rose up and slammed back down as she rode him like a prize stallion. Her heart beat so fast she thought it would explode. Her nipples were painfully hard and begged to be plucked.

“Please, touch my breasts, Xanthus!”

He sucked a full globe into his mouth and her stomach muscles clenched. Her body tensed and her walls tightened around him further. He hissed and she flexed her muscles and released, determined to make him feel the same bliss she was experiencing. His thrust came faster and he tilted her hips to hit a spot that made her scream his name. A few more strokes and she saw stars behind her eye lids.

Her legs threatened to fail, so Xan took over. He manipulated her body, lifted her up, and brought her down as if she weighed nothing. Her pussy clenched and gripped him tight and she came harder than she ever had in her life.

Chapter Four

This was why I risked everything to escape— for the chance to experience this peace and happiness at least once. Xanthus watched Violet move around the kitchen as she prepared what she referred to as a proper Christmas dinner. She insisted he needed to celebrate the start of his new life now and not after the twelve day period ended because they wouldn’t be together on the actual date. The thought made his stomach queasy.

After their consummation in front of the fire place, they’d showered, changed, and ended up here in the kitchen. At times he swore he saw…something more than drug-induced desire in her eyes. Wishful thinking. Without his pheromones, she might still be helping him, but they would not be having intercourse. At least when they parted, he would have these memories. She kissed him!

His soul sang with joy as the memories replayed itself. Kissing was a new experience. He never understood how the practice of two lips meeting could mean so much until now. He’d often scoffed at the practice before. He realized now his jaded views of affection in the romantic sense were all due to Kala. The thought of his last Mistress filled him with anger and fear. She was a formidable enemy. He’d be a fool to discount that. He needed to come up with a contingency plan, so he’d be prepared when she arrived. Violet might have the heart of a lion but she was no match for the Zenth Queen. The thought of the seven foot plus woman getting her hands on Violet made his stomach churn more. No matter what, he’d make sure this woman with purple eyes and a generous soul was safe.

“Okay, it’s ready.”

He gave what he hoped passed for a smile. The movement was unfamiliar and felt awkward on his lips. The glow in her eyes was payment enough for his efforts.

“I know you’re picky so I didn’t go all out. It’s turkey, no stuffing, and mashed potatoes. I know they look weird, but I’ve never met a person who didn’t like them. Biscuits, no gravy, and cranberry sauce.”

He looked at the red, wiggling cylinder and frowned. The food here would take a lot of getting used to. His people ate m

ostly meat and vegetables with some fruits and breads. None of which looked anything like the things he’d seen Earthlings consume. The fruits on his planet were all brightly colored, blues, greens, and pinks with white or black speckling. Judging from the turkey he assumed was a bird, their cattle was just as different. The images his translation implant sent him of cows made his eyes widen. Their cattle was mostly four legged where his was six, and they were much smaller.

“Xan?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I was just comparing this food to that on my own world. This smells pleasing.”

“Thank you. I’ll give you small portions of everything.” She dished small servings on to a black plate, and placed it in front of him before she dished out her own. The concept of men coming first for anything blew his mind. Even now he was struggling not to get up and attend her. He waited for her to sit down with her own plate before he began to sample the food. The meat was moist and easy on his palate. The mashed potatoes were a delightful surprise. Creamy and flavorful, they melted in his mouth. The spices infused in the white fluff danced along his tongue.

“This is very enjoyable.”

She beamed.

“I’m glad you like it.”

They continued to eat their meal in a comfortable silence. He tried the cranberry sauce, eventually. It was tart and sweet, but strangely addicting. Once they were finished with their meal, he helped her do the dishes, and moved into the living room in front of the fire. When they were seated on the couch, she turned to face him with a look he’d come to recognize as mischievous.