Calvin laid a soft kiss on Melanie's cheek as he stood up. He was sticky, her juices all over his body. The room smelt of raw sex, almost overpowering enough to make his eyes water. He stretched casually, noticing that his back was actually sore. That meant it had been a very long night. However, he was far better off than his client. She could barely move, her body almost completely lax, her form still not recovered from the hours of fucking she had just received. She barely turned to meet his orange eyes.
They had returned to humanish orbs, his orgasm a few moments earlier releasing his primal nature and allowing him to return to "normal". Or what the humans would consider normal. He no longer donned stripes, his tan body looking very human. If not for his tell-tale hair and eyes, most would assume that he was human.
He offered a tiny wink and watched as her blush flooded across her features. She seemed much more timid after finishing. When he came inside her, she had screamed so loudly that he could have sworn the walls shook. His juices were still leaking out of her, a substantial puddle underneath her ample ass.
"I..." She tried to speak but the words seemed to fail her.
"Yes, Melanie?"
"Thank you," she said. Her voice was scratchy and weak, the hours of screaming obviously having strained the muscles.
"It was my pleasure, sweet Melanie." And it had been. She had been more than adequate in terms of partners. In fact, she was probably the best human he had ever laid. A high compliment considering how many he had mounted in his thirty years of life.
She laughed uncomfortably and tried to move on the bed. She winced and he could see a flicker of pain.
"The handlers will see to you," he said gently. He sat down on the bed, allowing his hand to touch her thigh. She didn't pull away from his touch, instead relaxing a bit. She had gotten more shy, yes, but she didn't seem to view him as a thing. That was always a pleasant surprise. "You're going to be sore for several days, I'm afraid. There's not much I can do to prevent that from happening" He winked and motioned to his groin that was still uncovered. The juices there were drying just a bit and it was becoming far more evident with each passing second just how messy they had been. "It's really unavoidable."
Her blush intensified.
"Do you think... When Paul..." She couldn't look up anymore. "Do you think I'll be too loose now?"
Calvin laughed, rubbing her thigh and using his other hand to lift her face up gently. "Not at all. The handlers will give you something to put into your..." He winked rather than saying the word. She was thinking about her future husband and the guilt would be kicking in. He had purposely tried to lower his pheromones after orgasming, hoping to diminish her attraction to him. It seemed to work slightly, but he couldn't get rid of it all. Some things were, after all, just natural.
