Anatomy was more of a problem than he'd realized. He'd brushed up on his knowledge though and assumed that his organ would be a decent fit. It was slightly more than the male species here, but in shape and function, they were almost identical. Nearly several hours later he'd come to the conclusion that this wasn't going to happen unless this creature was impaired. As harsh as the thought sounded in regard to all of the precautions he'd already taken, he'd still concluded that there was just no other option left to him.
This needed to happen... and soon.
She'd urged him if she could freshen up a bit and he'd simply showed her the shower and little more. He was waiting in the corner the entire time as she took her lengthy cleaning ritual. The cloth he'd given her as a towel was large enough to be a throw. The air was slightly tense as he waited for her to emerge. Quietly, she slipped from behind a door that was practically hidden, wearing the make-shift towel more like a toga. A mandible twitched as she walked toward the table, grasping the glass he'd placed there for her. There was a note beside it and she picked it up curiously, zooming in on the small familiar writing.
Give me a chance. I will not hurt you.
She flipped the note over, surprised by the writing on the back.
I will love you if you let me..
She sighed as she looked to the darkness.
"You will love me?"
The predator stayed quiet, the skin where his brows would be creasing at the center in thought. He believed that he had used that word in the right context. Love... that was not a concept he was used to. Desire, rules, wants and honor were the center of his world. Females from his species did not love nor did they require it. They mated out of need, necessity, biology...
He watched her from the corner as she took her drink carefully in both hands and downed its entire contents quickly. She sat there for several moments, her head in her hands. He almost held his breath, hoping this would work.
The young woman tore her gaze away from the corner when there was no response.
It... no he would love her?
Moments later she stood and made her way over to the bed, looking a lot more tipsy, quicker than she should have. She sat down carefully first, shaking her head slightly. Her vision swirled for a moment and she blinked, feeling very tired. That was odd... she didn't recall doing anything strenuous.
Her eyes rolled back over to the corner where she knew the creature was waiting.
"Eugene..." she grasped the side of the bed in an attempt to stay upright, looking every bit drugged. He approached her slowly, watching her squint a little in the candle-light.
"Eugene?" she questioned as he suddenly appeared before her, hands coming up to her shoulders to hold her. He could smell her better now that she'd washed away her perfumes. Leaning close, he smelled her hair, as well as her skin. Now that he thought about it, she had a pleasant scent. He brought a claw up to her hair, digits entangling themselves in the soft damp strands. She leaned back into his hand a little, feeling slightly off-balance, brows furrowed a bit in frustration. The young woman shifted a little with a soft moan and he sensed her distress. He would not apologize for this deciet. He needed to be close to her and she'd left him precious little choice.
"Say something..." she whispered. The creature leaning over her seemed to consider the demand as he continued to meddle with her hair, feeling it slide against his fingers. It was so very smooth. She slowly collapsed in his hold, eyes closing softly and he lay her back on the bed very gently, wondering how he'd convinced himself that this would work. He had a passing worry as he untied the cloth at her shoulder and peeled it back to expose her. His reptilian eyes widened. There she was in all her glory. Her body, now that she was finally unclothed, was not much unlike the diagrams he'd scanned. There over the section of her ribs were two soft mammory glands. They were a little bigger than the diagram, but these creatures came in different sizes after all. Crawling slowly over her he reached forward to test them, right hand cupping the soft flesh and squeezing gently. Her head lolled weakly to the side, eyes fluttering in her delirium.
He purred. Even that was soft he concluded as he continued to knead the flesh in his grasp. Was there nothing rough about a human female? She moaned a little in discomfort and he let his hand wander lower, gliding across the smooth stomach. He could explore her like he wanted to now that she was impaired. The female was a very curvy thing he noted as he trailed his hand up her waist before gliding it back down to rest between her thighs. He rubbed against her the same way he'd done earlier and she gasped. It didn't matter if she was frightened this time. According to the chemicals he'd slipped her, she wouldn't remember it anyway. It was fine just as long as he didn't injure her. Injuring the human female would be a terrible sign.
However, scaring her was something he could live with and actually enjoyed.
The figure beneath him squirmed just a little as he nudged the soft little nub of protruding flesh above the rosy cleft. That sounded like a good reaction. All at once the scent of her arousal hit him as he nudged it rhythmically and she moaned softly. Perfect, she was becoming aroused. It wouldn't be much longer now before the true test began. Could he do this without injuring her?
He growled softly. He thought so...
