[From the author: Thank you so much for the enthusiastic response to the first two chapters! It really motivates me to keep the story going. :) This is a long one and I hope you'll agree it was worth waiting for. Please enjoy, and don't hesitate to leave a comment if you have something you like, questions, or suggestions!]
Warmth and pink light woke Jackson in the morning. He couldn't remember ever feeling so comfortable, like he was wrapped in the most perfect quilt ever made. His eyes opened and he blinked a few times, trying to focus. He couldn't see clearly, just vague shapes, his vision totally blurred. And everything had been colored pink, like a photo filter. What was going on? In his groggy state he lacked the energy to be too concerned.
"Hey, good morning!" Vera's voice came from somewhere behind him. Like she was still beneath him, maybe. Jackson remembered falling asleep on top of her, and his morning wood twitched as he remembered other things about last night.
The pink faded away around him, and the room came into sharp focus. It immediately got a lot brighter too and Jackson put his hand over his eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the sudden change. "Oof," he said. Speaking made him realize just how thirsty he was, not surprising after last night's exertions, and he rolled over onto his side, trying to get his bearings in the unfamiliar environment. Was there a pink blanket on the bed? It looked like he'd been wrapped up in it, but it was shrinking, somehow.
As he stared, propped up on one elbow, he watched the blanket slide off of him and coalesce into a cylinder. It twisted and turned, parts contracting as other parts expanded, and a familiar face took shape. Vera's golden eyes opened up and she smiled at him as the rest of her body formed, still very naked, and she let Jackson stare at her for a second before she reached back and pulled a blanket over herself.
"There's water on the nightstand," Vera said, one of her hands emerging from the covers to point past Jackson before she slipped it back into the warmth of the bed.
Jackson turned, rotating his torso. As Vera said, a glass of water waited for him. Jackson didn't think it had been there when they went to bed, but he also had a lot of more important matters occupying his attention last night. He grabbed the glass and took a long drink, downing most of the water in a series of loud gulps. He wiped his lips and set the glass down, pulling the blankets back over himself and rotating to face Vera again. "Did you get this for me?" he asked.
Vera nodded. "Humans need a lot of water, you're always getting sweaty and just giving it up."
"Mmm," Jackson said, "there was a lot of that last night. Thanks for the water, Vera."
"Of course," Vera said, "I didn't even have to get out of bed." Seeing Jackson's befuddled look she clarified, "I mean because I could just stretch into the kitchen and grab it."
"Oh, right," Jackson said. "Sorry, my brain takes a few minutes to start working in the morning."
Vera nodded. "We have time." After a second she got a concerned look on her face and asked, "Hey Jackson, how... was it? Last night, I mean."
The question surprised Jackson. He took a moment to answer, but he must have had a very positive expression because Vera giggled.
"I'll take that as a good review," she said. Vera wiggled closer to him, until they were almost touching beneath the warm blankets, but not quite.
"Yeah," Jackson said, his smirk turning into a broad grin. "Amazing is a better word for it, I wasn't expecting... anything like that."
"What were you expecting?" Vera slid one leg forward, putting her toes on top of one of Jackson's feet. She felt cooler this morning, but not ice cold. Almost refreshing.
"I don't know, getting absorbed? When I put my weight on you I was worried I'd just fall in."
Vera laughed and poked him in the chest playfully. "You might!" she said. Her arm retreated back under the blankets immediately after delivering her taunt. "Sela are capable of physical co-mingling and I've heard it's a lot of fun for the monoform involved."
Jackson raised his eyebrows, feeling deeply skeptical. "Uh-huh. Are you sure I wouldn't get, uh... digested?"
"Hey!" Vera gave him a light kick in the shin with her foot. "First of all, very rude." She glowered at him, almost managing to conceal her smile. "Second," she continued, reaching deeper beneath the blankets to lightly trace one finger along his cock, "you didn't have any hesitation about sticking this thing in there."
Jackson inhaled sharply when he felt her cool finger touch him, and his cock, still morning-hard, twitched beneath her gentle touch. "Fair point," he said, "in my defense, I was extremely horny."
Vera wrapped her hand fully around his dick. It stiffened in her hand, drawing a quiet moan from Jackson. She looked into his eyes and bit her lower lip. "Was? Seems like you still are."
"Why don't you come over here and find out," he said, reaching out for her. But before he got his arms around her she slid under the covers.
From beneath the sheets, Vera's hand tightened around his cock, squeezing it and stroking up and down. "Morning wood," she said with a giggle, her voice muffled by the heavy blankets. "Such a fun term."
Jackson groaned as she teased him. "Vera, Iā"
"We can talk more later," she said, "as your ambassador I can't let you start your day without proper... relief." He was still laying on his side and he felt her moving lower until her head was level with his crotch. Her feet nearly poked out of the blankets at the edge of the bed. Vera's hand let go of his hard cock and he gasped as he felt the wet heat of her supple mouth engulf the head of his dick. She didn't take the whole thing into her mouth yet, lingering on the tip and sliding her smooth tongue across, over, and around it.
Jackson started to lift the covers to watch the show but Vera grabbed the blanket and pulled it back down. "Mm-mm," she said, her mouth full. He felt her release his cock and he groaned, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips around his cock again.
Vera's head emerged from under the blanket. "No peeking," she said. "Just relax and let me enjoy you." She slid back under the covers and her mouth re-enveloped his dick. Jackson moaned again. Her tongue slid across and then under the head of his cock. Her warmth, the tightness, and her tongue's limitless flexibility gave Vera a talent for blowjobs. Jackson could feel her whole body vibrate when she groaned with pleasure, obviously enjoying it almost as much as he was.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she slid down his dick. Her lips, soft and full, moved along his shaft and Jackson moaned once more. Her mouth only got warmer the more of his cock she pulled in. He wanted to grab her, to reach down and take hold of her hair so he could force his cock into her alluring mouth. But this was her show, and he let her run it. Vera softly cupped his balls, her fingers silky smooth and gliding over him. She took his cock deeper and Jackson gasped as he bottomed out in her. Her lips pressed against his crotch and she held it there, her tongue flicking up and down the underside of his rigid erection. Jackson knew Vera didn't actually use her mouth for breathing, but he hadn't considered the practical implications until they were all over him.
Time seemed to stand still, Jackson fighting not to blow his load so he could enjoy even one more second of Vera's perfect skills, until suddenly Vera moved back. Her lips dragged along his shaft and her tongue circled his cock all the while. She had so much more flexibility in her mouth than Jackson expected, and he almost came instantly when her tongue fully encircled the head of his cock and squeezed. Then his cock popped out of her mouth once again and he felt her hands on his waist, nudging him to roll over onto his back.
Jackson obliged, repositioning himself. The brief respite backed him down from the edge but he was still perilously close. He saw Vera moving beneath the blankets, felt her climb on top of him, straddling his legs. She was down near his ankles, on all fours, her breasts pressed against his thighs as she descended on his cock once more. Nothing tentative about it this time, she paused only for a moment as her lips passed over the tip and then she plunged down, taking his entire length into her throat. No human could be that vigorous, the intensity caught him off guard and his balls tightened. Her tongue spiraled around his entire length, and he gasped. His cock twitched between Vera's lips and he felt her giggle, the vibrations traveling through her whole body.
The weight of Vera's breasts on his thighs intensified as she moved her hands, fully laying on him. She stretched up, sliding her hands up and over his stomach, palms flat, fingers spread. Her lips were still against the base of his dick, her tongue winding around his cock and stroking it up and down. Then, without easing the pressure from her tongue at all, she started bobbing her head on his hard shaft. Her perfect lips caressed him, squeezed him, and the way her tongue lingered on the most sensitive part of his cock, right beneath the head made him buck his hips into her. She moaned and the vibrations ran through his dick.
"Oh fuck," he said, forcing his hips up farther, trying to push himself deeper into Vera.
She spoke, somehow, despite her mouth being full of cock. "Cum for me, Jackson," her voice was clear, muffled only by the blankets, and full of hunger. "I want every drop in my little mouth."
He didn't have time to wonder how she'd pulled that trick, hearing her talk dirty sent him far, far over the edge. His cock pulsed in her mouth and she lapped up his hot load eagerly. Almost desperately. Three, four, then five, he lost count of how many jets of cum he fired into her waiting throat. Vera couldn't get enough, her tongue slipping over and around the ultra-sensitive head of his cock. Jackson let out a small yelp. "Too much, too much," he said.
Vera released him. She crawled forward, her body gliding up and over him until her head emerged from the blankets next to his and she straddled his waist. Her breasts were constrained on either side by her arms and they pressed against his chest, giving Jackson an eyeful of very accentuated cleavage.
"You taste good," Vera said. She gave him a quick kiss. "Maybe I should eat you." She licked her lips and made a show of looking him up and down.
Jackson's head was still fuzzy, full of post-orgasm bliss. "Honestly, go for it," he said, a little dazed but very, very content.
