Tracker lay in a daze, half-hypnotized by the pleasure, hardly aware of their position. This isn’t possible, he thought. This is just too good to be real. I must be dreaming. She feels… He froze No! Not now! Dismayed, he realized his body was reacting to her closeness. I… She can’t help but feel what’s happening! Now I know why humans wear clothing. There’s no other way to hide this kind of reaction! If it weren’t for my kilt, she’d think I want to…! His eyes widened as he refused to let the thought complete itself. If she believed… No, she can feel it. She’ll never believe… I didn’t mean it! She’ll never trust me again! His tail pulled up between his legs, pressing tightly against her back.
He stared into her eyes, watching as her pleasure changed to puzzlement and finally to resignation. She lay forward full-length on him, brought her legs together and trapped his tail between her thighs, then relaxed.
She nuzzled against the side of his neck. “It is all right, mon cher,” she whispered. “Hold me. Just hold me and lie still. Nothing is wrong.”
His tension slowly subsided, as did the odor of his fear. She smiled at him. “You offered to take me to watch the TV, remember?”
”Uh, yeah. That’s right,” he stammered as he scrambled to his feet, grabbing at his cape. As she dressed and brushed her hair quickly, he refastened his collar and stood by the door. I don’t understand, he thought. She knew what happened. She felt it and she knew. She wasn’t angry. She… She liked it? She was clearly aroused. She felt like… No. She couldn’t have wanted to mate with me. I’m not a human.
Two days ago she was aroused, but not as strongly as tonight. I thought I misunderstood her scent. Not this time. There can’t be a mistake. It’s still rolling off her in waves. But why? How can she possibly consider mating with me? She’s human!
I’m a construct, a tool. I’m not good enough for her. It’s not right for me to mate with her. It’s not right for me to even think about mating with her. Doesn’t she know what will happen to both of us if the other humans believe that we’ve mated?
Maybe she’s just being kind about it and knows I didn’t mean for it to happen. That must be it. I dare not let it happen again. If It does, she’ll be hurt!
“There,” she said as she put down the hairbrush. “Let us go.”
