"I am not troubled," I say, even as I sit down atop the trunk. With the pillow, it is rather comfortable. "I just do not like taking things that should be for you."
"And you're not." She reaches out and brushes a wet strand of my mane back from my eyes and then draws back. "Sorry. I'm not trying to get in your face. It just looked like it was bothering you." She bites her lip. "You're soaked and here I am holding the only blanket."
I shrug. "As I said, it does not bother me."
"But something's troubling you. You said you wanted a new…reward?" Our eyes meet and I realize that when I am seated like this, we are practically the same height, she and I. Strange to think that she is so small, and yet she is utterly unafraid of me. She is my friend, a friend that watches me with gentle, worried eyes. "Talk to me, Victor. Let me help you."
Hesitating, I finally answer. "I have asked for something you do not want to give, and my memories are full of other times." I pause. "Times when…when I took what was not freely given."
Bee's look is one of confusion, then realization. Her hand goes to my arm and she touches me, ever so gentle. Her hand feels so good on my skin that I think I would endure a thousand more electric shocks just for that touch. "That wasn't you," she says. "Those memories are in your head, but that was a different person. You're just a clone of his. You're not him."
"I know."
"But these memories…they distress you anyhow?"
I nod.
"And that's why you don't want to kiss me," she states, seeking confirmation.
"You said once before you did not wish to kiss me. I do not want to force you into doing something you do not want to do…even though I know I would be good at it."
Bee blinks at me and then giggles. One eyebrow goes up. "You'd be good at it, huh?"
"I'd be the best," I say confidently. "I am a champion. But if you do not want to kiss, I will need a new prize, because I value you, Bee. I do not want to harm you." And it would bother me if her cunt remained dry when I kissed her, like it did with her other male. I know I would be excellent at it, but if there is no desire on her end, it does not matter how good I am.
I have smelled her cunt, but maybe she likes my words and not my face. Maybe words are as far as she wants to go.
She studies my face, scrutinizing my features. Her gaze falls to my mouth and I hate that it is stretched wide over my tusks, that it is not firm and closed. Maybe that is why she hesitates. Maybe she finds me revolting. I consider all the things she might dislike about me, and I almost miss her response. "Perhaps…perhaps I want to try kissing you."
It's not what I expected. "You do?"
Her arousal scent floods the air around me, and her breathing speeds up. The hunter in me notices these things, and I am utterly fascinated. I want her to step nearer. I want her to move close enough that I can bury my face against her throat and just breathe in her delicious smell.
"I just don't know if I'll like it," Bee continues, a troubled expression on her face. "You have to understand my past."
"Then tell me. I wish to know."
Her scent changes, souring with nervousness. She glances around the room. "This might take a minute. I should probably sit down." Bee's gaze fixes on the chair across the room, the one I did not even bother to try. She considers it for a moment and then looks back at me. "Can I sit on your lap?"
She does not even have to ask. Hot pleasure thrums through me, and I manage a nod. Bee puts a hand on my knee, and my entire body reacts to that small touch. She only pushes my thighs apart and then steps between them, settling her soft bottom on top of one of my thighs.
"Is this okay?" she asks. "If I'm too heavy, I'll get the chair."
I put an arm around her, holding her tight against me. "You are not too heavy at all." I lean in, inhaling deeply. Kef me, that scent of hers. "I want you to stay here forever."
"Might be awkward when someone visits," she teases, but she settles in a little closer, moving under my arm and then resting her head on my chest. No one has ever trusted me like this, and it makes me feel…things. A great many things. "Okay, so…where to begin."
I hold her a little tighter against me. "Wherever you like."