How to Love a Blue Demon by Sherrod Story

there was nothing he could do. Eyoen, who came from a culture were sex of all kinds was as normal as breathing, was ashamed of his – borrowed – body for the first time in his life.
    But Cass just laughed when she noticed his erection. She was gen tle as she freed him from his boxers.
    “I see one piece on you ai n’t tired,” she teased.
    “I’m sorry, my dear,” he said softly, sagging onto the toilet seat.
    She looked at him strangely, and he wondered what he’d said wrong, but didn’t have a chance to ask before she left to give him privacy.
    He did the necessary, and after washing his hands managed to leave the bathroom unaided, though he was breathing audibly and sweat had popped out on his brow.
    “Bed,” she said firmly, an d quickly installed him in bed, stripped off his clothes, and pulled the covers to his chest. She went into the en suite and returned with a warm cloth which she used to wash his face and neck. She even wiped his teeth.
    “You’ll feel better tomorrow after a good long sleep,” she told him, leaning forward to give him a kiss.
    She brushed against his erection as she did so, and stared down at the tented covers for a moment before she slipped her hand beneath them.
    He shivered happily as her hand wrapped around his cock. His breath hitched in his chest as she began a firm, fast stroke. His eyes closed, his head fell back, and he moaned as the orgasm rose. It couldn’t have lasted more than a minute or two. He really ought to be embarrassed, but he felt too sated to give a thought to performance anxiety.
    “Kiss me,” he whispered, when it was over and she’d rinsed the towel with warm water and cleaned him again. He was already half asleep. “Kiss me,” he said again. And she did.
     
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    Billions of miles and an entirely new species away, King Carlow smiled with satisfaction as he watched his youngest son’s human lover take care of him.
    This was what he’d wanted. His elder councilmen might argue that he’d sent Eyoen away to protect him, or to protect them, but this was why he’d sent his boy away. He’d wanted Eyoen to experience the gentle touch and loving hand of his woman. A woman he loved, who loved him. He liked this Cass. His son didn’t know it, but the King had watched the woman who’d captured his son’s attention almost as closely as Eyoen himself. He’d watched her be kind to strangers, patient when others in others in her position might be impatient, and firm when those around her tried to insist on a course of action that she did not agree with.
    What he saw in her, the strength and integrity she’d shown over and over, that more than her beauty or even her talent was e nough to convince him to grant his child permission to travel across planets to be with her. Not that there was a great risk in space travel, not even for distances as great as Earth. Certainly there was always the possibility that something could go wrong, though in a more than half a millennium nothing ever had. But it was worth the risk to know that his son was experiencing what he had centuries before when he’d first began courting his wife.
    Cass actually reminded him of his wife, a fact he’d shared with his beloved, who had chuckled happily as they watched their son’s inamorata going about her business through a seer.
    “Does Eyoen lov e her as much as you love me?” Queen Siri teased, lifting her beautiful blue face for the kiss she knew was imminent.
    Never one to disappoint, the King left his wife gasping and flushed, pressed fully against his body with yearning in her bright, lavender eyes.
    “That would be impossible,” he told her. “But I think he might be giving it a good try.”
    The Queen turned to look into the seer again, and the King wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head as they watched. “Are you disappointed that he did not fall for a Cyani chit?”
    “You know better, my Kin g. I care nothing for ethnicity so