"What?"
He looks at me with a frustrated expression. "With my axe."
"It's your axe. What can I possibly do with it?"
He grits his teeth. "Come here!"
Annabelle gives me a hand gesture urging me to go with him, as if she has any idea what he's talking about. "
"I need to stay close to—"
"We'll keep her in sight, just come here."
I walk with him, apprehensively taking steps away from my Muru. When we're twenty or thirty feet away from her, Kula stops us. Annabelle waves at me and takes another bite of the meat.
"What is it?" I ask.
He puts a hand on my shoulder. "You need to get her pregnant."
"I know that."
"I'm going to go make a survey of the perimeter. I'll try to get a higher vantage point and scout for them on the visual spectrum, and on the higher dimensions."
"I should do that," I say.
He shakes his head. "No. I'm only doing this as an excuse to leave you two alone. It's the Breeding Games, Raiska. Breed her."
I clench my jaw.
"Tell me why you think you can’t bond,” Kula says.
"It was an experiment. A cost for my mind control ability. It's a heavy cost, as I swore I'd never use that ability again. I think the Ulkar reformed my bonding ability into the mind control ability, thus I can never bond."
Kula looks me deep in the eyes. His turquoise eyes look almost exactly like mine. He really is my brother. "I got Ellie pregnant after you severed our bond. It's possible. You just have to want it bad enough. Breed her not to win the games, but because you love her with all your heart. Breed her because you want to put a baby in her, and because you want to make a family for yourself. It's going to be hard with so much pressure on you, but try to channel your love for her as you are inside her, and especially as you spill your seed."
I don't like Kula thinking about the mechanics of me getting my Muru pregnant, but I'll forgive him his bluntness given these circumstances, and given his good intentions in trying to help me overcome this difficulty.
"Thank you, brother," I say, nodding. "Make sure you scout far away, as I may have been unable to bond her, but I certainly leave her satisfied, and I don't want you to hear her."
Kula grins. "I'll scout a wide perimeter then."
He leaves at once, and I go back to Annabelle.
"When women on Earth want to do that," she says, "we ask them to come to the bathroom with us."'
"You urinate together?"
She laughs. "No, of course not. We just kind of stand around, maybe check our makeup together in the mirror and talk."
"Men do not do this?"
"No. They try as hard as they can to never go into the bathroom at the same time. I think men talk to each other like that when they are drinking beer, looking at their car..."
"Or in battle?"
"Yeah, probably in battle too. What did you two talk about?"
I put a finger on her cheek and gaze deeply into her eyes. "Kula will be gone for a few hours."
She licks her lips and nods. "That's what I thought."
"He will make sure nothing sneaks up on us as well."
"Good," she says, "then I can focus on just one thing."
I run my finger along her lips. She opens her mouth and pulls my finger into it. Her lips seal around my finger, and she runs her tongue in spirals around it. I close my eyes, and my cock goes hard in an instant. She's not sucking on my dick, just my finger, but it feels impossibly arousing.
I reach down and grope her breast.
She pulls my finger out of her mouth and looks up at me with a serious expression. "Remember. You can't rip my clothes off and destroy them this time. This is all I have to wear."
"Noted," I say, grinning.
"Seriously, Raiska, unless you want Kula to see me naked, do not destroy my clothes."
I realize she's right, and I nod. "I will take great care to protect your clothes."
"Why don't I just take them off right now." She reaches down to her skirt and pulls it down. It falls to her ankles, and she kicks her shoes off and begins pulling one foot out of the skirt.
"You don't trust me to not destroy your clothes?"
"Not exactly," she says. "Honestly, it was hot as shit when you did that last time. I like it. It's just right now, I really don't want to have to walk around naked while these other aliens are out to rape me."
I help her get her shirt off, being extra careful to not damage it.
"The bra thing," I say. "You get it off."
"You should learn how to," she says.
"In the future, I will destroy it each time, until you learn to stop wearing these things. I want your nipples in reach of me at all times."
I reach down her bra and squeeze her breast, pinching her nipples between the knuckles of my index and middle finger. She moans as she reaches back and undoes the overly complicated clasping device of her brassiere.
Soon it falls to the ground, and now she's wearing only her panties. The urge to rip them off and destroy them is intense. Technically she doesn't need them. The skirt keeps her from being naked, but I promised her I wouldn't ruin her clothes this time, and I don't need her to be angry at me right now. I remember what Kula said, that I need to channel my love for her as we fuck—no, as we make love together. Making her angry at me will not help us here.
I run my hand up her chest, along her neck, and finally under her chin. I urge her gaze gently up until her big brown eyes are meeting mine. "I thought maybe it was already clear to you when I declared you my Muru, but I realize you do not understand my culture, just as you do not understand mine. When I call you my Muru, this means that I love you, little human."
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her cheeks redden. "I...I love you too, Raiska. Should I call you 'Muru?' Would that mean something to you, or does it only go one way?"
"You can call me Muru," I say, "but only in very specific situations."
"Like now?" she asks.
I shake my head. "Not quite yet."
I reach down between her legs. I press into her wetness through her panties. She gasps and grasps hold of my body with both hands. Her warm cheek nuzzles gently against my ab muscles. She goes weak at the knees as I press into her clit, and I bring her down to the ground with me.
We lie down in the grass, just a few feet from the dying embers of the fire. The smell of cooked meat and fat has faded, and the wind blows in the scent of fresh pine from the forest. The mountain air is clear and crisp, and it feels wonderful on my skin. My kilt is blocking the full feeling of the wind on my body, and it's restricting my growing cock. I tear my kilt off and free my Valittu dick. It's pulsing intensely with leaking higher-dimensional light.
I pull Annabelle on top of me. Her beautiful wetness settles on the shaft of my cock. She presses her hands onto my chest, and she begins bucking her hips so that she slides back and forth up my length. I can feel her growing more and more wet as she slides her outer lips all over my swollen dick.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I grunt. "I'm not even inside you, and the feeling is pure bliss, Muru."
I open my eyes and watch her, awestruck by the beautiful sight. She's brought one hand up and is squeezing her own breast as she gyrates back and forth along my generous length. The higher-dimensional light of my cock sends beautiful six-dimensional colors up between her legs and along her flat, soft stomach. As good as it feels, I'm craving more.
I reach up and take possessive hold of her wide hips. My fingers dig into the thick flesh of hips and ass. I lift her up. She's not heavy, especially not for me, and she presses her knees into the grass to lift herself up. With my hands freed, I guide my cock toward her opening. She lets out a perfect little moan as the head of my cock rubs against her clit, but then I bring it lower until it's ready to enter her.
I don't have to tell her to do anything, she falls down at once, and as she lowers herself down, I feel myself sliding deep
inside her. It's warm, tight, and inviting, but best of all, it's her. It's Annabelle, my Muru, giving herself willingly to me. Sharing her body and her sex with me. Offering her fertile womb to me willingly and lovingly.
This is what Kula spoke of. This is better than a six-dimensional bond. If I can claim her like this, then I know I can impregnate her.
She gasps as I fill her and split her open. Her inner walls are soaking wet and tight, but I'm stuffing her completely full. She tightens the muscles on her thighs, and she clenches and squeezes my shaft. Soon she's sitting on top of me. I can feel her beautiful ass on my upper thighs, and her soft skin is pressing gently on my balls.
I run my hands gently and slowly up her curves. First along her hips, and then into the dipping concave of her hips. I reach further up, massaging her breasts, and then I bring a hand to her throat. I grip gently, but enough to cover her throat with my grip, to encircle her. I don't know what brings me to do it—I'm not going to choke or to harm her—but I want her to feel that I possess her. That she is mine.
I squeeze her neck with a little more force, and she gasps, then starts riding me like a woman possessed.
The suddenness of it sets a fire off inside me. It's probably just adrenaline, but it's the kind of adrenaline that I've never felt even in battle. Not even when I thought I was certainly going to die a painful death, or when I killed another warrior. This adrenaline is different, and it's something that only my Muru can ever give me. It's lust and love and warmth and electricity, and I crave it with every inch of my being.
I move against her as she rides me. I squeeze tighter on her neck, still taking the greatest care to not hurt her in any way. Her palms dig into my chest, and her thick ass cheeks slap against my body each time she slides down and my cock buries itself deep into her tight wetness.
Her breasts move in glorious motion as she rides me, slapping up and down on her perfect body. I release my grip on her neck and run my hand over her mouth. She slides two of my fingers into her mouth and sucks on them as she rides me. She leans forward and meets my eyes. We stare into each other's gaze as she sucks my fingers and swallows my cock between her legs.
I pull my fingers from her mouth and pull her down so her lips meet mine. Our tongues dance together as we fuck, and then I roll her onto her side and pull out of her. I roll her onto her belly and slide my cock into her from behind. Her asscheeks press warm and soft against my hard abs as I bury myself inside her. I piston in and out of her. I dig my forearm into her back as I buck my hips with a frenetic intensity.
Soon her inner walls clench along my cock like a wet and warm vice. I can feel the bulging veins of my alien dick pressing against her tight insides. Each time I almost pull out of her, there's a wet and loud pop. I'm fucking her airtight with each pump, and she's growing more and more wet with each thrust.
Soon she's screaming.
"Raiska! God! Raiska! Fuck me harder, Muru, make love to me so hard that you put twins into me!"
That makes me go faster. Harder. Deeper. "This is the appropriate time to call me, Muru! Yes!"
I grip hard on her waist and plow into her. My balls tighten. My eyes roll back into my head. A warm surge rushes up my body. In one perfect moment, I forget everything bad that's ever happened to me. I forget the Ulkar and the Breeding Games. There's only my Muru and the connection between us. Not just the physical connection, but the whole package.
Then my balls empty. The first load is massive and thick. I pump so much cum into her that she starts to overflow. I come dozens of times, until my balls are fully drained and I'm lying down deep inside her. I've pulled her onto her side, and I'm buried deep into her while we both lie on the grass on our sides. I bring my hands across the front of her and rest my hand on her clit as she trembles and shakes. Her thighs clench tight on my hand.
"It's too sensitive," she says, gasping for air.
"If only we could never be apart," I whisper into her ear.
"We don't have to be apart," she says. "Let's stay together."
I lie like that with her, never wanting to pull out.
Nineteen
Philos & Kiveta
Fuck. The little bastard bonded itself to me. Only one of Kiveta's bodies survived the explosion.
I was able to grow my legs long enough to meet the ground and stop us from falling to our deaths, but the shrapnel from the blast ripped through me. The exploding hydrogen cells burned my skin. I laid on the ground on the edge of death. I figured I was done for. Only a miracle could have saved me.
Then I saw Kiveta's one remaining body wobble toward me. It was drooling and dazed. It didn't seem intelligent enough to function on its own.
Higher dimensional light leaked out, and it tried to bond itself to me.
I resisted.
I was dying, and it soon became clear that Kiveta could heal me, but I'd have to accept the bond. I considered just letting myself go. We could both die and not have to suffer any longer, but then I thought of the fucking Valittu with the fertile prize. Pure spite drove me to go on, and I accepted Kiveta's bond.
The disgusting little thing bonded to me. Its consciousness was dim, as it normally was split across three or four smaller minds. Still, it became part of me with an alarming speed. In the first few minutes I could still keep us separate, but with each passing moment, parts of Kieveta's remaining personality and desires and memories melded with mine.
I now feel grief for the lost bodies, as if they had been my bodies. I have memories of things I've never done, but they are as real as any true memory I've ever had.
I'm no longer really Philos. I'm something new. The thing both Kiveta and I had most in common was a steadfast determination to take the fertile prize by force. To bury our cocks into her wet hole, especially if she wasn't willing to take it.
I smile, realizing that now I have two cocks. I'll be able to fill her from both ends, or maybe from both of the holes on her backside at once. I didn't want to let Kiveta bond to me at first, but now that we are one united being, we have the same desire.
We will have the fertile prize. No, there is no "we," I will have her.
Twenty
Annabelle
We lie together, naked in the grass. He did eventually pull out of me, but we never let go of each other. Having our naked skin pressed together like this and not fucking feels almost as good—though in a completley different way—than having him inside me. I really do never want to let go of him, but I know that I have to. I know that we can't stay here for too long.
"Kula will be back soon," I whisper.
He nods. "We should get you dressed. As promised, I did not destroy your clothes, even though I very much wanted to burn the bra."
"I never took you for a feminist."
"What?"
"Sorry, there's no way you'd get that joke. Back in the 60s, when feminism—a movement for women's rights—started really taking off, a lot of women started gathering together and burning their bras."
He looks at me with a big grin. "Perhaps I am a feminist then."
I laugh. "Try running around without a bra."
He grins and looks down at my breasts. "Please do. I think the bouncing would look quite entrancing."
I roll my eyes. "Anyway, going braless is kind of en vogue again, so if you like it so much, maybe I can try it."
"Yes," he says. "Let me burn it. For feminism."
"It's just...when I see you going around shirtless, skewering little cute rabbits and providing for me, I'm going to get wet, and that means my nipples are going to get hard."
"Exactly. This is why I want to burn the brassiere."
"And guess who else is going to see that? Kula. Do you want him to see your Muru's nipples?"
He glowers at me. "Put it back on, but when we are alone together, you will remove it, Muru."
"Deal."
Just as I'm getting my clothes on, I hear Kula whistling from the distance. It's almost like he was waiting from behind a tree or somet
hing for us to get dressed.
He gives me a knowing look, and a devilish smirk, as he looks at me. He’s holding leather sacks that look like they were made from the little rabbit animals’ hides.
"Did you two...have a good...rest?"
Raiska and I both nod.
It's silly to keep up the pretense when all three of us know exactly what happened, but I do kind of appreciate it, because it would feel really odd for all three of us to be openly discussing Raiska trying to get me pregnant.
"We should keep moving," Kula says.
Raiska nods. "We'll descend the mountain into the badlands."
"If it's badalnds," I say, "maybe we shouldn't?"
“We fill these with water,” Kula says, holding up the leather pouches.
Raiska looks at them suspiciously.
“Never waste any part of the animal, brother. Chefs do more than just cook.”
We fill the water pouches that Kula made for us in the stream.
Kula speaks as we fill the pouches. "The badlands are not truly barren," he says. "The Koira have lived there for millenia, and if a whole people can survive there, then so can we."
"The Koira?" I ask.
"They are a nomadic people. They are thought to be the native species of Lakria, though that is disputed. Lakria's written history spans millions of years. It's one of the oldest known civilizations in the galaxy, and its history is full of holes."
Raiska caps his water pouch with a bundle of leaves. "Of course the Koira probably think it's their planet. Typical egoism."
Kula shrugs. "I'd like to have a planet to call home. I don't blame them."
We start moving. Raiska carries my water pouches for me, as they weigh several pounds. They are large pouches that should last us for days until we can secure another source of fresh water.
Soon we are moving downhill rather than up, and the trees quickly thin, and then are gone entirely.
Before us is a large, mostly barren plain. There are thin little shrubs and rock formations that look almost ancient.
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