Apparition by C.L. Scholey Page A

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eruption. What it meant he had no idea. No one talked to him. He had been
considered young when his mother had died; she had explained nothing of mating.
Perhaps she had thought since he was a hybrid he would never have one. There
was something the female needed to do to trigger the memory.
    “Zoe, I need to take these off,” Doss said as he
struggled from his pants.
    To his surprise she helped him. When he sprang free,
her hand was on him. She wrapped her fingers around his huge maleness and he
heard her sharp intake of breath. Her gasp and the scent of her breath drew a
deep memory. Once his organ was inside her, somewhere ,
he would need to bite her to relax her. He would grow much larger. He would
hurt her if he didn’t secrete his venom first. Never was he to harm her.
    “You have to be careful,” Zoe said. There was a tremor
to her voice. “I’ve been with a man before but you weigh so much.”
    “I’m going to be on top of you?” he was incredulous.
He couldn’t even ride Caveat, how was he to ride her?
    “Sooner or later I imagine you will,” she replied.
    “How is that possible?”
    She looked at him in confusion. “Have you ever had sex
before?”
    “No.”
    There was definite surprise radiating from her. “How
old are you? We heard that Castians and Tonans go into must about every four hundred years to
create first a female child then a male. Is this your first must?”
    Doss was feeling uneasy. What if she didn’t want him?
She would realize when he said his age he was in his second must but had never
had a female. They spurned him. Would she? What was he to do if even human
females despised him for being a hybrid? But Doss was no liar; he wouldn’t
start by lying to her.
    “I’m eight hundred years old.”
    Her eyes widened in stunned surprise. Doss waited for
her to laugh at him. When she smiled Doss almost panicked.
    “Wow, do you ever look hot and sexy for an old fart.”
    Doss frowned. Farts stunk. Did he smell? He gave a
cautious sniff to an armpit.
    Now Zoe did laugh. “You don’t smell. I meant you’re
very handsome.”
    Doss relaxed. She looked like she had no intention of
leaving. “I’m a Tonian . Not Castian ,
nor Tonan .” He figured he may as well leap right in.
    “That’s good considering I hate both Castians and Tonans . Why don’t
you lie on the bed?” she suggested.
    Doss was filled with elation. She wasn’t going to
spurn him or hurt his feelings. He always damned his Castian emotional side, it was so hard to control, now he reveled in it. He reveled in
the emotion of acceptance, his first in seven hundred years. They shifted
position and Doss stretched out before her wondering what she would do. At
first she just gazed upon him. She looked from his head to his feet. Of course
she would need to see if he was acceptable. He had and was still seeing her
nude, she was more than adequate. Those round breast globes moved slightly when
she did. Doss lifted his hand and hesitated.
    “Go ahead,” she said. “They won’t bite you.”
    Bite?
    Before he could think about that her hand was wrapped
around his cock again. Doss shuddered. She moved her fingers up and down his
long erection. Zoe was bent over her knees and blowing on his arousal. When she
closed her lips around him, Doss thought he would scream. An odd thought for a
powerful warrior. Back and forth she rocked. Secretions from her wet warmth
slipped into his flesh. They were absorbed and flowed to his brain allowing him
to scent what she was feeling. She was deriving almost as much pleasure as he
was.
    Her little tongue roamed over the tip making him want
to strain his hips at her, but he knew it was important to let her set her own
pace. He wasn’t to scare her. When she sucked his cock deeper and deeper into
her mouth Doss thought he would expire. His hand settled onto her rump and he
squeezed ever so gently. Her skin was so soft, she was so much smaller. Doss
felt his power build as he hardened. Doss