Qualin
We spent the entire night entangled with each other. Do transformers not need much sleep? Oh well. Totally worth the exhaustion. We did pass out eventually. Minor was adorable, curled up next to me, still clinging to my side. It was a little hard to move and adjust at first, but he never seemed bothered and I soon realized I could just give him a nudge and he'd adjust.
When I helped myself to the tray of food and water, he got up and clung to my back as I ate, nuzzling and kissing my neck and shoulders.
I was quite certain I had received more affection from him in one night than the rest of my life combined. Not more sex, obviously, but I never realized how different sex was with an affectionate partner. This felt completely different, and I knew I was ruined for life.
I was starting to understand why Minor said transformers often die if they lose their partners. I sure as hell didn't want to go back to the way I had been living.
Every time my thoughts strayed to anything unpleasant, I was showered with kisses.
"You're spoiling me, aren't you?" I asked sometime in the late morning.
"Absolutely." He purred while placing gentle kisses on my cheeks, my chin, and my neck. I noticed he never went above my temples, except when he wanted to playful nibble my ears. Before, I hated anyone touching my ears, but now I didn't mind in the least.
After a while, I asked if we could explore the actual house a bit. The doors were unlocked, though I did notice an advanced security system. "What is this place, anyways?"
"Umm...a vacation house for the Royal Family. We're back on LaMihinnia, by the way."
"Oh. So the King and Queen own this?" That felt awkward.
"Yeah, but we're allowed to use it whenever. Callie and Romnoe are like family. That's why we spend a lot of time on this planet, and if we don't feel like going to the palace, we come here." He smiled, chuckling a little. "We played here often as cubs. Sometimes we would practically kidnap Callie, Romnoe, and their kids to come and play with us, if they needed a break for an hour or two." He laughed out loud. "That's why it's usually kept fairly ready for use. Plus," he's expression turned sheepish. "Apparently my brother, Binder, and maybe others in the family... have come here alone with their partners."
"Not surprising. It's a pretty romantic spot." I wrapped my arms around him, lifting him up and sitting him on the counter that wrapped around a dinning area. He giggled, then slowly opened his legs, his face turning red.
"I-I'll clean up any mess before we leave."
I chuckled, licking and nibbling on his neck. He was still pretty loosened up so I was able to slip into him fairly easily, drawing out a delectable moan as I reached his deepest parts. He hooked his ankles behind my lower back, holding me so tight I could hardly move my hips. His back arched as he laid back against the cold marble and he began moving on his own.
"Mmmm. Damn!" I loved watching his body writhe. I drank in every inch of his lithe and toned form, my hands feeling every curve. My whole body shuddered at the thought that this gorgeous creature was all mine.
***
Minor
I never wanted to be apart from Qualin again. At first, I worried he might feel I was smothering him a bit, but it was soon clear that he was enjoying my attention and affection. It was like I could feel that cold loneliness that was buried deep in his heart melting.
I carefully placed each kiss below his eyes so he never had to lower his head. I didn't care if I was being submissive. I wanted to lift his spirits and self esteem. I especially loved kissing under his chin and literally lifting his head higher. I could tell he didn't understand the cultural significance the way transformers do, but the effect was the same. The self doubt that had clouded his thoughts was slowly dissipating. It would take time, but I wanted him to know that I needed him, that he was deserving, and those feelings of inferiority were meaningless.
He always wore such a charming smile and put on airs like he was unbothered by anything. But now that I knew the hurt he carried, I was determined to make him feel loved, so every smile would be genuine.
I also just loved kissing and hanging on him, and getting to know every detail of his body. I hadn't really paid attention to the little details of his appearance before. After all, looks really aren't important to transformers. But now I wanted to know every curve, every spot... and I loved tracing the dancing rosettes that spilled a little from his hair onto his skin, making patterns down and around his spine. They also spread out from the base of his tail, wrapping slightly around his hips.
He really was beautiful. In my explorations, I also found numerous scars, a few cutting through a rosette. They weren't as extensive as the scars on Callie's back, but there was no doubt he had led a hard life. The most obvious were the scars around his neck where the collar had been. Years of that thing had left marks and I regretted the fact that I couldn't heal scars, not without drastic measures....
Oh well. They were a testament to all that he had survived. I made it a point to kiss every one that I found. Occasionally, some unpleasant thought or memory would drift into his mind, and I'd kiss those away. He was mine, and no one was going to hurt him any more, not even in his thoughts.
When he asked to explore the house, I was worried he needed a break from my clinging to him, so I resisted the urge to jump on his back as we were walking. To my delight, he held onto my hand.
In the house, I could tell he was impressed by the furnishings and things I'd never really paid attention to. He was also clearly happy to have access to a washroom. Indoor plumbing was a common favorite luxury for a lot of people. Another thing I'd never really thought about since transformers don't produce waste. We shared a nice laugh about that when I tried to explain how we have '100% digestive efficiency,' as my dad had always explained it.
"Lucky." Qualin snickered.
"Just one of our many blessings."
"Well, do you at least wanna wash up?"
I smiled, feeling a little boastful, and let my inner energy envelope my body for a moment. When the light faded, I grinned even wider. "All clean."
"Seriously?" He shook his head, chuckling a little. Then he suddenly grabbed me, reaching around to my backside. "Unbelievable. It's like I didn't just spend hours loosening and filling you up."
I felt my face turn red hot. I still wasn't used to the kinds of things he says. "Yeah...I basically just made my body like new."
"Humph." He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter. We had already done it once in the house, barely ten steps inside! I definitely needed to take note of the different places that would need to be cleaned before leaving.
"So, on the one hand, I feel like all my hard work was wasted... on the other hand..." His smiled turned very mischievous. "I get to make you mine all over again."
I felt his breath on my lips and I couldn't resist closing the distance, and was elated when my tongue met his. I had no idea kissing this way would feel so good; humanoid mouths were so different, and not made for licking the way other species were, but the feel of his tongue in my mouth was truly exhilarating.
He purred, his voice mixed with a light growl. "You're hard again just from a little kiss."
I giggled, feeling him against my thigh. "You're the sa--mmm."
His mouth was against mine before I finished the last word. Then he kissed down my neck to my chest, another surprisingly sensitive area, then he kept going down until my legs wrapped around his neck. I gripped his beautiful, soft orange hair to keep myself from falling backwards.
"Haa! Ahhh! Mmm!"
"Don't hold back. Let me hear that beautiful voice." He breathed heavily between sucking and nibbling on...this and that.
A yelp escaped as he dug his tongue in.
"Ahh! I love it!" My whole body felt hot and tingly all the way down to my toes and I couldn't sit still. I wanted more!
I lifted his face so I could see the hunger in his dazzling blue eyes, the gold flecks standing out even more in the light. "I'm wet enough." I leaned back, widening my legs and impressing my desire into his mind along with the invitation.
His response was fantastic! His full weight slammed into me, his arms wrapping around. One hand gripped the back of my head as he smashed his mouth against mine again. His other hand lifted me off the counter and onto him.
"Mm! Mmm!" My voice peaked and I felt his voice rumble deep in his chest.
"Do you know how crazy you make me? Do you even realize what you're doing?" He spoke in a rough voice in-between thrusts.
'Am I doing something wrong?' I asked the question in his mind since my mouth was busy kissing and biting his neck. Besides, I didn't feel like I could really control my voice at the moment. Sounds kept escaping like I'd never made before. 'You're the one making me this way.' The thought formed in an instant and I tried to press the feelings of pleasure, excitement, and love that were filling me thanks to him and his touch.
He pulled away slightly and groaned. I licked up the full length of his throat to the tip of his chin, suckling on it a little as my hips began to move on their own. "Don't slow down..." I whined softly. Kissing and nibbling on his jaw, I tried to encourage him.
"You seemed so innocent when we first met. I never would have guessed you would be so lewd." His hand gripped my chin and suddenly turned my face to the side. I hadn't realized we were next to a mirror.
My eyes took in the sight of our sweaty bodies pressed together. I hadn't realized I had a rosette pattern down my outer thighs. I never really bothered looking too closely at my form, but I liked the way we looked together, how how color patterns complimented each other. Then I noticed the expression on my own face, flushed and panting, and saw my hips were still trying to move and my blush deepened.
Qualin chuckled, his voice reverberating in my chest. "You are so damn hot." I saw his smile in the mirror as he began to thrust again. "Don't turn away." He held my face to the side and I watched his muscles ripple and my own body writhe until my eyes couldn't focus anymore. It was embarrassing to see myself like that, but oh well. He obviously liked it. And it felt so amazing!
***
Qualin
After our second round in the house, Minor didn't want to let go of me, so I offered to carry him on my back. He seemed pretty damn happy. Adorable.
We spent the rest of the day lounging and swimming in the warm water. There really was no need to use the indoor shower. There was a light downpour in the afternoon, but it never got cold.
Toward evening, I pulled him onto my lap while sitting with our feet hanging in the water and wrapped my arms around him.
"Hey, how about you sing for me?" I asked, pressing my face against the side of his head and breathing in his scent.
"Will you sing with me?" He turned with a bright smile, gold and silver flecks glittering in his pale green eyes.
"You really want to hear that again?" I laughed, feeling my face flush. I'd much rather just listen to him rather than embarrass myself. However, when he dropped his ears to the side and began to pout, I couldn't help but give in. "Alright. Maybe you can teach me so I don't make your ears bleed."
His laugh rang out over the water. "You have a wonderful voice. All you need to do is practice controlling it... let's work on scales so you'll know how to hit different notes. Here, just try to copy me..."
He sang some notes and I tried to follow.
"Nope, that's not gonna work." He giggled and stood up. I felt a little disappointed but didn't have time to dwell as he pulled me to my feet. "You're holding back too much, let's try some warm ups, to help you loosen up and feel more confident."
"I don't know..."
"You keep telling me not to hold back my voice!"
My face got a little hot and couldn't help laughing a little.
"Good! Don't hold back, there's no one but us and maybe a couple birds, but they won't judge."
I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I'm serious. The birds around here are pretty cool and love hearing new sounds and voices. So no need to feel shy. Like this..." He called out, not holding any particular note. "From here..." He pressed his hand against my upper stomach and turned to the water before shouting, whooping, and trilling at full volume.
"What the hell." I shook my head, laughing a little, and began shouting with him. I don't think I'd ever made so much noise in all my life. Years of trying to blend in, to not be noticed. Being loud was often seen as aggressive for beastlings and therefore best avoided. I had to admit, it was fun to let loose, and hear our voices echoing over the water.
We hollered and roared and whooped, and at some point, Minor started throwing in actual musical notes. Sometimes it felt like I was matching him pretty well. I followed him as he went higher, and then lower. I think I could reach a bit lower than him. I had no idea how he got his voice so high.
By the time the sun had set and the stars were the only lights, their reflection on the water making it easy to see all the way across the lake, we were sitting on the dock again, his hands in mine, and singing a simple melody together. Whatever had been holding me back was gone. It was like we were the only ones in the whole world, and entwining our voices was almost as pleasurable as entwining our bodies.
"...How I've waited for you, all of my life..." We sang. I had no idea if this was a song he knew, or if he was improvising the words as we went. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was mine, and I was his. I never wanted the night to end.