Big Feels

by Sara Ivy Hill

No—it blinked. The ship was alive.

“Not what you were expecting?”

His skin was deep, leafy green, and he was entirely shirtless, displaying tattooed leaves on his shoulders and a gold ring piercing each nipple. He had another piercing in his septum, a thick bronze ring that brushed against a plush upper lip.

“Jess,” I responded cautiously. “I’m Alovir,”

My mate.

best trope? i think so.

But I also wanted to do this for the pure joy of cutting the clothes off her.

This was turning into a very strange day.

Not that he was my lover.

not yet 👀👀

“It likes you.”

Before I could protest, he scooped me back into his arms,

but it occurred to me that he wouldn’t have looked anyway. It was what made him feel so safe.

Alovir grinned. “Sleep well, Jess,” he murmured.

The fur had fallen away to reveal her breasts, and I couldn’t help but look at how round and lush they were compared to the rest of her lithe body, how she lay in lovely repose like a goddess.

I was more inclined to wooing,

And there was, of course, the matter of her size. Even when I touched her gently, I feared I’d break her.

If she were to stay, it would be my first priority to fatten her up on honey and wine.

“You’ve got some on your cheek.” I could only stare as he reached out with one long, muscular arm, extending it clear across the table to swipe at my cheek with a delicate brush of his thumb.

“I’m drawn to you, Jess,”

Then he put me on the table.

“You’re small,” he said. “Delicate. I don’t want to hurt you.”