by Zara Starr
I leaned forward, arching my back all the more—as far as I possibly could, to allow him maximum hold and leverage as he began to drive his dick inside my body. I groaned and bit into my lip, lifting my head and throwing my hair back—the sheer feeling of him filling me, taking full ownership over me, and then…
Swat!
Arh’s massive hand slapped against my ass, then suddenly gripped it as he drove himself deep inside of me. Each forward thrust became quicker, deeper, as he buried himself in my core—driving me forward into the rushing climax of orgasm with every slapping thrust.
I shuddered as he dug his hands into my ass cheek, the feeling of him leaning over me as I heard him inhale deeply only making me that much hornier—so that I couldn’t imagine it being enough.
There was something otherworldly about the way Arh made love and I knew I had never experienced it because it was nowhere to be found on Earth. It was downright divine—alien, in every sense of the word.
Of course, Ella adored her mates—with the way just Arh was making me feel I knew that my body would never appreciate the touch of a regular human man ever again.
Now that I had actually had an Eilahasan male, I couldn’t imagine ever going back to a plain Earthling—no matter how hard I tried.
I only wondered what it would be like to have all three of them at once…
Arh
"Mikaela..." I groaned aloud, lowering my mouth to the nape of her neck as I pounded into her from behind.
I slowly slid my hand into her hair and wrapped it in my palms as I thrust my hips forward.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The sound of my body hitting against her ass cheeks brought a wide grin to my lips.
How had I gotten so lucky as to find her like this, and so willing to share her body with me?
I suddenly released her hair, and slid my hand up beneath her arm, gripping her nipple tightly between my thumb and my forefinger as I tenderly rolled it between them.
Had she been on her back, I would have the tender bud securely between my nibbling teeth, but having her outspread beneath me just as she was, I decided to draw her upward, my chest pressing into her back as I straightened her and began to kiss down the side of her neck—vigorously, at first, but then tenderly, with a genteel nip here and there as my mouth traveled further down her creamy throat.
Her skin was both soft and supple, and seemed to smell of soft flowers—flowers that I could not name and yet seemed so alluring I almost wondered if she had created some sort of musk for this purpose, or if it were truly her own natural smell.
“Oh, gods, you’re so beautiful! And you feel so good," I groaned.
My hand once more slipped to grip at her nipple and splayed outward to grasp at her breast. I squeezed it gently, but then harder as I fought to recall every swell and curve of her exquisite form. A form I had once been curious and surprised by, but now couldn’t help but adore given how decadently and beautifully it was now responding to mine.
I knew tonight was a rare thing, and perhaps it was the result of her hormones after seeing the lovemaking of the other Eilahasans. Often, I had heard that females who smell another woman’s scent after orgasm become curiously eager to accept their mates’ cocks.
It was the only thing I could imagine that could explain why she was so glad to mate with me—despite there not being a triad selection process.
I wondered, even as my body met with hers, if this seductive creature would choose me in the end after all we were now sharing—or if it would just be as it had been before. With her eager to find a way to escape my planet and me— and the council who demanded she take part in our ways if she wanted any place to stay.
At that moment, all I wanted to do was lean forward and allow my tongue to capture hers—to kiss her deeply, longingly, so she might understand the depth of my feelings.
No matter what I could not tell her with words. I wanted only to ensure that Mikaela would see the truth that my soul needed to bare to her. I feared it may have been my one and only chance.
I pulled myself free from her body—the sensation of being a part of her nearly unbearable, as I wanted to continue enjoying her ample figure.
I spun her around and glanced down at her—the light seeming to cast a silvery shadow across her face as she stared up at me.
Her large breasts bounced lightly as I lifted her leg and drew it up toward my chest. I leaned forward, situating myself between her legs with ease as I lifted her opposing leg to do the same.
Draping it over my shoulder, I found my lips spreading out into a grin, the curvature of my mouth turning upright as I stared down at her gorgeous body in all its glory and perfection.
The stirring feeling of her below me was like a drug that I just couldn’t get enough of. And somehow, I was the lucky one who had her full and undivided attention.
Now that I stood just inches from plunging back inside of her, all I wanted was to relish the beauty of her face—every expression, every emotion, every desire.
I leaned forward suddenly, my lips angling to meet with hers—tenderly, and then deeper as her arms came up to draw her nails down my back.
I groaned from the feeling, it was both encouraging and promising—as if to say that she was more than willing to partake of lovemaking with me and wanted to do so with both passion and vigor.
I supposed, given her courageous attack on me, I should have expected her to be as equally carnal when it came to mating. She was the sort of woman that was full of life, wonder, and amazement.
My hands slid down to cup her breasts—mesmerized by the round and full softness of each of them. I grinned eagerly as I brought the nipple to roll between my thumb and forefinger, this time clearly exposed for my view.
Mikaela was exquisite, and I could no longer hold myself back. I slid the tip of my cock toward her entrance and buried myself fully to the hilt.
The feeling of her body stretching to accept me, along with the sight of her flawless face as it contorted into a pleased expression, was exquisite.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers as my hips rocked against her.
My eyes fell closed for a moment, and I leaned down as I thrust against her yet again—turning my face into the curve of her neck as I inhaled her scent deeply.
I wanted was to remember every detail of being with her—to have it seared into my mind, never to be forgotten.
Her core tightened deliciously around my cock, and soon, I could hold it together no more. My thrusts increased in speed and I groaned as I spilled my seed inside her.
Her muscles pulsed around me and a scream escaped her lips as she joined me.
Contentment. I felt utter and complete contentment.
Mikaela
I sighed—my mind completely enraptured by the experience of Arh’s incredible and skillful touch. I could feel my skin practically quivering as I peered up at him, and I realized that despite our differences, at this moment, I had never felt so connected.
I felt a closeness with him that I hadn’t felt in years, and to my surprise—it felt right, it felt comfortable. It was as if everything else faded away.
For a moment I could just exist as a person without giving a single thought to anything else. I could just forget all my worries—as if they had vanished right into thin air.
Despite my short time on Eilahas, I felt like I had been destined to come here. Destined to cross paths with the Eilahasans. Like my ending up here had literally been aligned by the hand of fate herself.
Could I possibly have love, normalcy, and a relationship with the Eilahasans? Three of them?
Just as Ella had chosen to, could I actually come to be happy here on this strange planet that I have only wanted to get off of from the moment I had first arrived?
As my fingers slid through Arh’s dreadlocks, as his lips worked over mine, the plausibility of it all became crystal clear.
I had yet to experience the touch of either Dey or Scar, but even after jus
t sharing what I’d just shared with Arh, I already knew the answer.
Yes, I could. If I truly wanted to.
Arh
After our lovemaking, I wrapped Mikaela tightly in my arms—her head cradled into my armpit and resting atop my arm as she smiled pleasantly. I drew my forefinger out to lovingly trace the edge of her cheek and she giggled slightly.
“I know you can’t understand me, but that tickles,” she murmured.
I smiled. I didn’t understand her words but the warmth of her face and the sweet sound of her laughter were both prime indicators that she was content—the only thing I had wanted for her since the moment I had laid eyes on her.
I pulled her closer to my body and closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in her scent yet again and hoping to keep it strong in my memory.
I knew she wanted to leave, but I honestly did not know how she could. As much as I disagreed with Funi and Otoro’s decision, the truth was I knew she wouldn’t be any safer than she was in this moment—right there, wrapped up in my embrace, where she always needed to be. Where she belonged.
I also recognized that had I not chosen to go after her she would have already been dead, and so to banish her would truly be a death sentence.
This was something I could not—no, would not allow. No matter what the consequences.
The notion of building us a camp and place to stay occurred to me, but I knew that the jungle was far too unpredictable. The entire reason our people chose to inhabit the caves was to keep our females safe, and with good cause.
I looked up at the canopy suddenly and found myself smiling.
“I cannot understand your words, Mikaela, and I am certain you do not comprehend mine—but I promise you this, I will see to your happiness every day of your life while you remain here in Eilahas. I vow it.”
Feeling tired, I felt my eyes flutter closed and soon enough, the soft sounds of both Mikaela’s and my snoring filtered into the night air—evidence of the exhaustive lovemaking the two of us had finally shared.
Drifting into sleep my only vision was of her radiance in the moonlight as our bodies created magic in the soothing evening air.
Fifteen
Scar
Stifling heat overtook me and I rolled in my furs—my hands outstretching before me as I coughed and immediately sat up. Droplets of sweat had already begun to collect across my chest and I wiped my eyebrow with the back of my palm as I gasped.
My mind reeled from the dream I had just had. It was so real—and eerie as I wasn’t usually one to dream—not of anything.
I didn’t know what to think of the dream, but something innately told me I didn’t have the time to think about it—what I needed to do was act! And quickly.
I threw the furs off my body and pushed myself up to stand.
“Scar?”
The sound of Veruka’s voice breaking the silence behind me caused me to whirl around—my eyes instantly meeting with the elderly healer who had been a stand-in mother for me innumerable times.
I inhaled deeply—my face flatlining to the solemn expression that I knew she would recognize easily.
“Veruka,” I said, acknowledging the female of the cave. She perked a brow and tilted her head curiously.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
I coughed slightly and pursed my lips. I didn’t know where to begin the explanation. But if anyone would believe me, I instinctually knew it was her.
“I do not know, honestly,” I muttered.
Veruka strode closer, her hand extending as she wiped her palm across the top of my forehead. I could instantly sense she was deeply worried about me, and I had yet to even alert her to the strangeness of my dream.
“Are you feeling sick?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“No, well—yes, but not because of any of my own ailments,” I confessed.
“Then what is wrong with you?” she pressed on.
I sighed.
“Have you ever had a strange dream? I mean, a dream that seemed so real it woke you and left you confused about it?” I asked.
“You told me you never dream. Did that change, Scar?” Veruka inquired, her eyebrows furrowing mysteriously as she looked back at me.
“Yes, it did,” I said, drawing my hands together as I wrung them slightly. The motion gripped Veruka’s attention instantly—her eyes widening as she watched.
“What did you dream, Scar?” she asked.
“There was a dragon—its scales as black as the darkness of the jungle, almost like volcanic stone,” I said.
“Obsidian?” she asked.
I perked a brow. I knew it was a rare glass to find on our planet, but that didn’t mean it was never found.
“Yes, just like obsidian,” I said. “And its eyes were an orange that equals the fire I cook on—bright and golden. They almost seemed to flicker just as a flame would in the wind.”
“The sliva,” Veruka muttered, her voice turning slightly lower as if to name the creature would make it real—and not just a figment of my imagination. An imagination that never before had disrupted me with stupid dreams, and yet was now producing an effect I hadn’t ever seen in Veruka in all of my life.
“What is the sliva?” I asked, my own eyebrows quirking from puzzlement. I had heard of our dragons many times, but never this sliva as Veruka mentioned.
“It is a dragon that we have seen only twice in all of Eilahasan history. It is believed, that this dragon can span dimensions. That it is not like the others,” she explained, shaking her head.
“Worse yet, before it comes it often appears as visions to a few of us,” Veruka continued. “Though, this has not happened in so long I was beginning to think perhaps the creature had finally left us to peace. Regretfully, you who never dream have very little time to waste. What did you see? You must tell me everything.” Her voice gained a hurried edge.
“What’s going on?” Dey’s voice interrupted me before I was able to respond and I glanced over my shoulder at him.
“I had a dream…” I murmured.
Dey perked a brow and crossed his arms over his chest.
“A dream? Why is that so important?” he asked.
I pursed my lips as I considered how to answer, but Veruka interjected just in time.
“It matters because he is not a dreamer. He is a prophet,” Veruka said matter-of-factly.
I perked my eyebrow and shook my head.
“What? No, I am a hunter—a cook. I am no prophet,” I insisted.
How could she announce that? I didn’t know the first thing about prophecies. I had simply had a nightmare. One that had me gravely concerned about the welfare of not only Mikaela but Veruka’s warrior son—as much as I disliked him, too.
Veruka’s expression instantly turned into a scowl and I knew she was more than just displeased, she was downright irritated.
“Would you deny that I am of sage wisdom age?” she asked me, the annoyance highly present in every word she uttered.
“No.” I shook my head. “I would never mean or think to disrespect you, Veruka. It is a known fact throughout the entire tribe that you are to be the next elder, and so yes—you are that and then some. But I do not see how that matters here. I’m no prophet,” I finished, my own tone sterner than I expected it to be.
“What did you see, Scar—that is what is most pressing right now,” Veruka persisted.
“The dragon, black scales and fiery eyes—slithering through Arh’s stomping grounds. It was as if it had already picked up on something. Like it, too, was hunting and Arh was just ahead of it—but he wasn’t what the dragon was after. Instead…”
My eyes flickered over toward Dey, afraid of what he would say when I finally muttered it.
“It was stalking Mikaela. Through a clearing that I recognize as being a place Arh usually gets most of his best stags. I know this because I steer clear of it. I know there’s no point in stepping in his territory as I’m bound to lose if I do so. This i
s why I work with smaller prey—and have my own secrets,” I explained.
“You must go find her now—immediately, Scar. There is no time to waste,” Veruka said. “If you know where this is to happen, you’re being given a rare gift. An opportunity to stop it! Do you know how many times this beast has come and stolen our daughters?” she asked.
My eyes widened and I tilted my head. A dragon stealing daughters? I had thought the decrease in females in the tribe was due to clinovis. What was Veruka hinting at?
“What do you mean by stealing daughters? Wasn’t that clinovis?” I asked.
“Stop arguing and asking irrelevant questions, Scar. Go, now!” she bellowed. “The sliva will eat her alive and you’ll never see Mikaela—you won’t even get a chance to be a selected in her selection process because none of us will ever see her again!” she screeched.
“Dey.” She turned to the other male. “You must help me prepare some elixirs and tonics. I must find some way to keep my mind busy.”
“I am confused. What is the sliva dragon?” Dey asked, his eyes bouncing between the two of us with equal confusion.
“Apparently, a dragon that comes every blue moon for the purpose of stealing daughters?” I asked. “Is that so, Veruka?” I pushed on.
She sighed, throwing her hands up in the air and scoffing loudly.
“You need to go, now! Stop asking me questions that will take hours to answer! Go, save the female who might be your only chance at ever having one—and my son! Otherwise, I shall be a mother to two dead—a place no woman deserves to be!”
I now understood why she was so upset. I had heard rumors that Veruka once had a daughter, a daughter who did not make it past the age of three summers.
I had never asked her about it and as she continued to yell at me, I knew it was stemming from a place of pain and regret. Regret she did not want me to share with her, nor experience again in the loss of her beloved and arrogant son.
“I…” I nodded. “I shall go now, Veruka. Dey, assist her, she clearly needs it.”