Authors: Allie Ritch
“It’s never easy when you’re among people who don’t understand your needs.” Glynn spoke in his usual sober tone. “You end up feeling like the alien, and that’s never good for a relationship. Frankly, I envy Cras and Almona. They seem to have it easy.”
Katra looked at Glynn and caught his eye, seeing something in his gaze that made her think they had a lot more in common than she’d thought. The Semhym male always appeared to be in a dour mood, but perhaps that was because he, too, was suffering in his private life. Although she hadn’t given much thought to him beyond his acceptable appearance, she suddenly felt better about her plans to sleep with him as a model next class.
“You only say that because we all saw them together as they are now,” Krux broke in. “We have no idea what troubles they might have overcome to find each other and form a relationship. It’s easy to look at a happy freeze frame of someone’s life and assume that’s the whole of it.”
“Says the man who presents himself in nothing but tailored business suits,” Katra said snidely. “Trying to look like president of the board even here?”
His eyes narrowed, but to her frustration, he smiled. “The suit comes off.”
She took a big gulp of her drink.
Half an hour later, the group was still chatting, although things were winding down. She and Krux still got in the occasional jab at one another, but that was routine. Glynn was the first to leave, and the rest of them started to break up after that.
Heading outside to the curb, she was dismayed to find the annoying Brachoi at her heels. “Stalking me now?”
“Keeping you company until your ride gets here,” he replied. “I assume you told your driver to pick you up here?”
She nodded but couldn’t come up with a suitable comeback. The drink she’d had made her feel mellower than usual.
He stood facing her. “Why don’t you come home with me instead? You’ll have a lot more fun with me than with an empty bed.”
“It’s a toss-up,” she dared to say.
By the way his eyes darkened, she knew she’d pushed his button.
“Stubborn female. You can’t fight the attraction between us forever.”
Katra scoffed. “Save your space waste. I’m not attracted to you in the least. I—” She didn’t have time to say more.
He was such a large, muscular man she’d never thought he could move so fast. One second he was glowering at her, and the next he had her pinned. Two of his hands cupped her hips, a third slid up her back, and the last palmed her nape to hold her still. Her lips parted in surprise, which was all the invitation he seemed to need to swipe his tongue inside. She was suddenly inundated with the spicy, intoxicating scent and taste of him and the heat of his fingers on her body.
In an instant, all her anger and frustration morphed into sheer, unadulterated lust. Her hormones flooded her in a rush of heat, and she went damp between her legs. Despite his firm grip, Krux kept the pressure of his lips remarkably gentle, but it wasn’t enough. Katra threw her arms around his neck and thrust out her tongue to catch him behind his front teeth. They both groaned together, adding another slosh of fuel to their sensual fire.
He took the kiss deeper. In the same instant, she felt his hands tighten on her hips, and she willingly closed the distance so they were pressed against each other. His erection felt like a hot length of pipe even through his fancy pinstripe pants. She bit his lower lip, and then he nibbled on the corner of her mouth.
He drew back an inch. “Come home with me. Let me show you what a real male can do for you. I’ll give you everything you need.”
She blinked. Her senses were so full of him, her vision so enthralled by the deepening hue of his skin, that it took a second for his words to register. When they did, she felt a spark of annoyance.
“Looks like you have more than one swelled head,” she replied with a meaningful glance at his crotch. “I recommend a cold shower.”
“Katra.” He invested her name with a wealth of warning.
She ignored him as her driver pulled up to the curb and opened the door for her. Feeling more shaken than she cared to admit, Katra didn’t turn to look at him when she climbed inside. It was a struggle to keep her eyes front as they pulled away.
* * * *
“Stubborn, impossible woman.” Krux muttered the refrain for the hundredth time the next week, but he said it without venom and eventually began to smirk.
He was a man who went after what he wanted until he got it, and what he wanted now was Katra—his lovely Ms. Wi’Yalu bu Pol ti Sala Katra’Ruma. The woman drove him insane. She made him want to pull his hair out and howl in frustration. With her golden-brown skin, wavy chocolate hair, and long legs, she made him want to drill himself into her until she was hoarse from her screams of pleasure.
She thought him arrogant, which he admitted he was, but he was also a good judge of character. If she’d truly been disinterested, he would never have asked her out twice, but he saw the gleam in her eye whenever she looked at him. She probably wasn’t even aware of that tell. Certainly she’d deny it if he called her on it. Whether she knew it or not, she wanted—no,
needed
him. She was such a strong, fierce woman she needed a man with an equally dominant personality to match her. A lesser male would become putty in her hands, and she’d eventually lose respect for him.
Krux had no intention of playing submissive with her. He wasn’t out to break her, though. Her independence and spirit were what drew him to her. No, a firm hand could be gentle, but it still needed to be firm. However long it took, he would seduce Katra until she was lying beneath him, her legs spread to accept his plundering girth. The thought alone warmed his skin to a darker crimson.
“The conference is all set up for tomorrow,” his assistant announced, breaking into his lascivious train of thought. “Yun, Bradley, and Hew are sending over the quarterly report tomorrow morning. They apologized again for the delay. You’re also scheduled for a lunch meeting with Zenshaw.”
“Good work.” Krux glanced at the nearest clock and realized it was time for him to leave for his class. “Go ahead and close down.”
His company had everyone working overtime so they could try out a new four-day work week. Personally, he wasn’t sure what he thought of it yet, but his office was closer to the gym than his home was. That’s why he showed up at class in the business suits Katra liked to tease him about.
Shutting down his computer, he locked up his office and headed for the elevator. Although he worked on the thirtieth floor, the trip down only took about fifteen seconds. He stepped off in the underground parking garage and walked to his personal vehicle. Unlike his Duosien princess, he didn’t hire a driver to chauffeur him around.
Fifteen minutes later, he got lucky and found a decent parking space only six blocks from the gym—close by Trilanta’s standards. He hoofed it the rest of the way and was surprised at what he found when he entered the classroom. Spri, Zeo, Pixie, and Benni were the only ones fully dressed and seated. Glynn, Whitt, and the new Multan student, Varion, walked in from the locker room area wearing robes.
Krux remembered he hadn’t checked to see what tonight’s topic was. He’d been so preoccupied with work he hadn’t gotten around to it. Glancing at the display screen up front, he saw the title: Duosien Sexuality and Interracial Relations. In that same moment, Katra strutted in wearing a short, silky robe.
His mood turned thunderous, and his blood began to boil. Prowling over, he crowded her in three long strides. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She tilted her chin in that haughty way she had that made him want to kiss her feet and spank her at the same time. “I’m modeling.”
“With all of them? With Whitt? He’s nearly half your age.”
“Jealous?” She just had to throw that back in his face.
Krux ground his teeth, unwilling to admit that he was. Such a petty emotion was beneath him, as was the hint of hurt he felt that she’d picked the other men over him. He’d known from the beginning she wasn’t an easy woman.
“Hardly,” he drawled. “He’s too young for you.”
“You’re younger than me,” she pointed out.
“Only by two years. And what about Varion? You don’t even know him.”
“He’s handsome enough.”
Although he desperately wanted to reach out and shake her, he resisted the urge. Instead, he drew on his self-control and evaluated his options. He could continue to kick up a fuss, let her get under his skin, and thus give her the upper hand. Or he could use this to his advantage.
“Very well, Katra,” he said, changing tactics. “If this is what you want, then by all means play with these boys. I’ll sit back and learn from them. That way I’ll be ready for you when you finally admit you need a real man to please you. After all, it’s not a hardship to see you stripped naked and panting before me.” He made sure to slide his gaze over her from head to toe, letting her feel that he was peeling her robe off with his eyes.
She tilted her chin even higher—something he was fast learning was a defensive gesture. “Try not to drool on your precious tie.” Then, not one to flounce, she glided with the grace of a queen up to the demonstration table.
Krux took his seat and braced himself for the hell to come.
“Good evening, everyone,” Xindra greeted them. “Tonight we’ll be exploring Duosien sexuality. As you can see, a few of your classmates have been kind enough to volunteer as models.”
“We’ve already addressed the Allurian male in our first class, and we’ll be coming back to Semhyms and Multans later in the course,” Quinn continued. “For now, suffice it to say that these races do have intercourse with penetration, and their external equipment is basically the same as New Earthling men. Let’s start with the anatomy of the female Duosien.”
Krux had to work hard to keep his expression impassive as Katra untied the sash of her robe and slid the slick material off her shoulders. She let it puddle on the ground with a negligent shrug and stared at him boldly. He hardly dared to breathe. Her nipples looked like round dollops of creamy chocolate—sweets begging for the touch of an appreciative tongue. She must sunbathe in the nude too, because there wasn’t a single change of shade in the smooth, baked skin of her body. The thought of sunlight kissing her naked physique made his erection kick up until it tented his pants. He parted his legs farther, making sure she could see it.
Although Katra’s eyes only flicked down briefly, he swore her cheeks grew a touch rosier. His gaze traveled a similar path, and he was pleased to see she didn’t shave. Although a lot of men seemed to prefer bare genitals, he’d always enjoyed the raw earthiness of a woman’s pelt. Her furry thatch was just a tad darker than the locks on her head.
“If you look at the diagram onscreen,” Xindra said, “you’ll see the same internal structures we’ve seen in the females we’ve already covered. The cervix attaches the vagina to the uterus, which in turn is connected to the fallopian tubes.”
Quinn slid the medical scanner in range and turned it on, displaying an internal image of Katra’s pelvic region. Krux listened with half an ear as the instructors took turns pointing out her internal parts. Unless he was mistaken, most of those areas were already partially engorged with blood, although her face remained as placid as ever.
Xindra’s next statement regained his full attention. “Here’s where Duosien females are unique. While the tissue behind the pubic bone does swell to produce a tighter fit against a penis, this area is not as rich in nerve endings as the urethral sponge of other females. There are only two small points—what amount to two G-spots—along the anterior vaginal wall that have sufficient responsiveness to induce orgasm. In fact, if these areas are left un-stimulated by direct and persistent contact, it is impossible for a Duosien woman to climax—not by any other external or internal manipulation.”
“Duosien females can’t masturbate?” Benni asked in surprise.
“No.” Katra’s tone was matter-of-fact. “We can attempt it with a dildo, but it’s hard to get the right angle. Even if we manage it, we’re unable to maintain the necessary rhythm and pressure while reacting to such sensory overload.”
Xindra elaborated. “The orgasmic T-spots—short for trigger spots—are far more sensitive than the G-spots of the other races. The two spots are stacked vertically inside the sheath about two inches apart, with the first located just a few inches from the opening of the vagina. They’re slightly raised, and some describe them as heart-shaped, although they’re not as clearly delineated as you might think. Duosien men are trained from puberty to aim for these spots during intercourse. Despite their reputation for stamina, however, many lack the control to maintain a rhythm, last long enough, or keep their partner in the necessary position. It’s said that even experienced females react violently to well-placed stimulation of the T-spots and can inadvertently throw their lover off before reaching orgasm.”
“That’s why it’s considered acceptable practice for Duosien females to take multiple lovers at a time.” Katra managed to sound bored. “If one can’t finish the job, another steps in, and so on.”
Trying to ignore the rocket launcher poised to go off in his pants, Krux returned a thoughtful scowl. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
“Of course.” Her jaw flexed in obvious irritation.
“How many males do you require to satisfy you?”
He should have been repulsed by the idea of other men taking her. Instead, the vision of her so lusty she had to have men lined up outside her door made him crazed. He had to breathe carefully to keep his skin from darkening to a telltale red.
“A minimum of three,” she answered without inflection. “On occasion, I’ve taken as many as six, but those cases involved less experienced males.”
The men who’d volunteered to model exchanged a look.
Picking up the lecture, Xindra finished with a tour of the Duosien vulva, whose components were the same as New Earthling and Allurian genitalia. As was custom, the class was then invited to the front of the room to touch. Krux purposefully took his time strolling up to the hand sanitizer and getting in line.