by Tracy Lauren
I will need to hire more security to guard my house when we return. A delicate flower like Purity is something to covet and I must protect her at all costs. She angles her ass toward me and my fingers seek out her wet core. She sinks down onto them, already desperate to have me inside her. I groan as she works my cock, feeling my seed ready to spill, but tonight I want our pleasure to be shared as mates. Reluctantly, I pull my cock from her mouth, wetted by her saliva.
She sits back, watching me, as I settle in on the furs.
“Come,” I tell her, gesturing to my lap. She climbs onto me, anchoring herself on my shoulders. I slip my hand between us, gliding my cock through her folds and settling at her core. “Are you ready, my mate?” I ask, looking into her eyes.
She nibbles at her bottom lip and nods hungrily, giving me permission to proceed. I kiss her then and she meets me with shared enthusiasm. We’re both panting for more as I begin to guide her down my length. Every inch of her pussy is like heaven. I have never felt something grip me so completely and the heat she harbors there burns me to my core, setting my soul on fire. Her moans of pleasure spur me on, making me want to thrust into her with abandon. But I take these first moments slowly, prolonging the pleasure in the way I know Purity likes best.
Once I’m buried to the hilt I give my mate time to adjust to my thickness, but she is already riding me, eager to be fucked. I kiss her again, and when our lips meet, I notice we are both smiling. We are happy.
It isn’t long before my mate is bouncing on my cock and her cries of ecstasy become frenzied. I hold back my seed, longing to feel her pussy grasp my cock in her moment of release. Greedily, I search for ways to push her over the edge.
With my thumb I seek out her clit. She is so slight in frame compared to me, I can keep my hand on her hip and still reach her swollen nub with my thumb. Her moans deepen as I tease her there and her head falls against my shoulder. She is close to the edge and I am not far behind her.
Wetting one thick finger, I bring it around behind her, seeking out her other hole. I massage her first, spreading my spit like lube and before I can even push inside her, she is screaming in anticipation.
Words come spilling out of her mouth. “Oh fuck, Hero, that feels so good! Yes, yes, just like that…don’t stop, don’t stop!” she whimpers and pleads. I push my digit past her tightness, hardly pumping into her twice before both her holes start spasming for me.
“I’m cumming,” she rasps.
“As am I, my mate,” I tell her, driving deep into her tightness. My seed erupts, filling her womb. Rope after rope of thick, white cum shoots from my cock while her quivering pussy works to milk me for every last drop.
When the last waves of our orgasms fade away, I collapse on the fur blanket and Purity makes a move to roll off of me. “Absolutely not,” I tell her, holding her hips firmly in place. She drapes herself over my chest, her laugh pleasant and languid.
“Not done yet?” she asks with her brow raised.
“I will never be done when it comes to you, my sweet prey.”
Chapter 28
Purity
I moan in pleasure as Hero teases my nipples. His cock is buried deep inside me and I’m so close to cumming I could scream.
Hero has this wonderful habit of wanting to touch every part of me to make me cum. Usually he’s got his cock in me, a finger strumming my clit, his tongue teasing my nipples, and if we’re angled the right way, he’s seeking out my asshole too. At first, I was a little nervous, because seriously, there’s no way I can take his monster alien cock up that hole. But it really seems like his only intention is to tease my body into orgasm. He hasn’t once tried knocking at the back door, if you know what I mean… He’s content with just ringing the bell.
But lately just his tongue on my tits is enough to push me over the edge. I feel so damn sensitive there for some reason. A few flicks of his rough tongue and I’m mewling like a wild animal. Today it’s the gentle scrape of his fangs against my pink tips that does it. My orgasm triggers his and I feel a surge of wetness and warmth inside of me. When we’re done, he collapses on top of me and I kiss the sweat off his neck.
“Eat?” he asks me, once he’s strong enough to lift his head.
“I think I want to run down to the stream to rinse off first.”
He grunts and reaches for his holster straps.
“No, you stay. Go ahead and get breakfast started. I’ll be fine.” We haven’t seen a single person since Rylan’s visit nearly two weeks ago. Hero checks his scanner all throughout the day, constantly confirming that we are in fact alone. And we always are, but he still makes me take his knife the few times he’s let me venture down to the stream.
I sheathe the blade at my hip, on the belt Hero made for me. While I still wear my leotard, torn strap and all, I have retired my leggings and instead don a short sarong made from the skins Hero and I have tanned. I’ll need something more come the cold season, but for now I feel better having finally ditched the majority of my costume.
Hero is already up and working to start the fire. I hurry from the cave, not wanting to smell the smoke. Lately, the scent of it makes my head spin.
Down at the water, I leave my things on a rock and submerge myself, scrubbing my body as clean as I can without soap. I move my hands gingerly over my breasts and suck in a breath when I touch them. The sensation is almost uncomfortable and I hurry to finish washing, wanting to get back to the cave so I can eat a little something before we start our day.
Hero has the screen pulled open and comes to meet me with tea when he sees I’m headed his way. He’s made us a set of cups. Part of me thinks he only did it to see the look of awe on my face as he carved something from nothing, he can be a bit of a ham in the most adorable ways.
“Thank you, my love,” I tell him as he passes me the steaming drink. I’m eager to take a sip, but just as I bring it to my lips, a waft of smoke from the fire hits me. My reaction to it is instant and I bend over, retching. I shove the cup in Hero’s direction and pull my hair back as I gag and spit.
And that’s when it hits me… As I’m staring down in the dust at last night’s dinner. I haven’t gotten my period. I look up at Hero’s shocked face. We’ve been fucking like bunnies.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, smiling and waving away his concern. Still, he picks me up and carries me back into the cave. The smell of the smoke isn’t so abhorrent now that I’ve emptied my stomach. Hero is quick to pour me another cup of tea, rushing it to my side. The scent of it calms me further.
“Just a little upset stomach,” I say when I notice the deep concern still etched on Hero’s face.
“Water? Eat?” he asks me in English.
“I’m fine, I swear.” Smiling, I place my hand gently over my stomach. I’m going to have to think of a special way to tell him, I think to myself, my mind already racing a mile a minute.
He takes a seat next to me, as if he plans to stay a while. “No, no. Get out of here. Go check the traps or something. And bring me those skins I’ve been working on before you go,” I tell him, pointing at the pile of leather I have folded on the shelf.
He makes some sort of protest in his language.
“Trust me, I’d tell you if I wasn’t okay.”
After a little cajoling, I manage to get him to go about his day, albeit grudgingly. He brings me the skins I asked for before heading for the mouth of the cave, but he pauses just before he leaves. “Story soon?” he asks, and I beam a smile at him.
“That’s an excellent idea. I’ll think of an extra-special story for tonight.” And just like that, I have my idea. I’ll tell him a little happily ever after story about a couple alone in the woods, waiting to welcome their new baby. I wonder how long it will take him to put two and two together.
He smiles then and leaves me alone with my thoughts and skins.
In just a few short weeks, my world has been turned upside down. If I had found myself pregnant back on Earth I’d be having a meltdown
right now. I wouldn’t have been in the right place in my life for such a big commitment. But here, it isn’t like I have school to focus on. There’s no career waiting for me. Life in the wild is completely different and I want different things out of it. The most important things are easily sifted to the surface, like love and family.
I use a long strip of leather to lace two larger pieces together—the beginnings of a satchel. I can’t help but wonder if I should be making baby clothes or burp cloths though. But I know from living here the past few weeks that the most important things will be for the cave—items and tools to make everyday life easier. That and diapers, of course. I smile, feeling giddy.
Hero must still be worrying about me, because he isn’t gone for long. He spends the morning muddling about the cave, restacking the firewood and doing other busy work, as if I wouldn’t notice he’s just aimlessly moving things around so he can keep an eye on me.
“I know what you’re doing,” I tell him eventually. He has the good sense to act innocent. “There are plenty of other things you could be doing right now. I know you keep brushing it off, but we’re going to need something large to store water in—do you think the stream will freeze over in the winter?” I fret.
“I’ve also been thinking about trying to set a trap for some larger game. It would be nice to have another big fur, like this one,” I stroke the blanket. “And we could experiment with smoking the meat to preserve it so we don’t have to waste anything.”
Hero furrows his brow and shakes his head at me.
“What?”
“Trap,” he scoffs, shaking his head again and motioning toward his weapons. I roll my eyes. God bless him, but Hero swears he could take down an army if one happened upon us.
“Anyway a trap would be safer. Regardless, we need to start focusing on food storage.”
He waves away my comment, as if it is unimportant.
“No, Hero, we really need to start preparing for the possibility of harsher seasons.”
His rebuttal comes in the form of his language.
I purse my lips and get to my feet, facing off with him. “I’m going to need pants…”
He gives me a sexy smile and shakes his head no, tugging at my sarong. I ignore him.
“And more blankets…”
He wraps his arms around me as if to say he plans to keep me warm.
“It won’t be enough when winter comes,” I tell him, cuddling against his chest.
He speaks and I pick up those words again… Braga Faro Sintra. I groan at the sound of them and I push him away, feeling frustrated. I can’t stay mad long though, because when I look at him, his expression is pained.
“I’m sorry. This language barrier is going to drive me insane. I just feel like you’re not getting it,” I sigh and he mimics the sound. I look over to see if he’s teasing me…but he appears as frustrated as I am.
Even though he’s picked up some of the more necessary words we need to communicate, the level of complexity to our conversations has increased substantially. It isn’t just about surviving anymore, it’s about sharing our lives together.
Sometimes I can’t tell who it’s harder for. I mean, he understands me perfectly. I’m the one who’s always lost. But I can tell he has so much to say, so much he wants me to understand and I just can’t do it. After a moment’s deliberation, he takes out his scanner. I watch his expression as he peers down at it. He seems to be deep in thought…or torn perhaps?
“What is it?”
He taps his ear and points to a little red dot on the screen. “Getting it.”
“Huh?”
He frowns and tries to pick better words. “Hear Hero?” he says, unsure of how to use the words of my language. It’s like he can understand them, but he doesn’t know how to generate them on his own.
“Hear you?” I question skeptically, looking at two dots on the screen. One moves slightly and the other is entirely still.
“What’s out there?” I ask, more to myself than to him.
“Soon,” he says, but then he shakes his head no and instead he tells me, “Now.”
“Are we going there?” I ask, shocked. He frowns and makes a throw-up motion.
I crack a smile, scoffing at him. “I’m fine. But I have to say,” I tell him, looking down at the moving red dot across the screen, “I might not have any clue what that is, but it sure as hell makes me nervous.”
Chapter 29
Purity
I’m surprised at how quickly Hero wants to leave. When he said “now,” he meant like right now. He fills his water pouch and packs a few roots for me in his bag. I try to talk him into waiting until the next morning, so we can make a fresh start, but for whatever reason he’s anxious to get to our destination. Before I know it, he’s dragging the screen over our cave and we’re on our way.
While it’s scary venturing away from our camp, I’m also curious. If this is going to be our home, we are eventually going to need to learn it. I slip my hand into his larger one as we walk and he smiles down at me, love shining bright in his eyes. We already are something like a family, I think happily, but a baby will mean so much more.
Still, lingering on the edge of my thoughts are a flurry of fears. Fears about labor and delivery and raising a child alone on this deserted planet. Maybe we should find the airfield and get out of here. We could find a new home somewhere with hospitals, doctors, and other kids our baby can grow up with.
It isn’t an easy decision though. All those things sound great, but how do we know they’re really out there? What if we leave the safety of our camp and Hero and I get kidnapped again, or worse—what if we get separated? Sure, there are dangers here, but this is the evil I know. And as long as we’re together, we can deal with anything. But I push those thoughts away in favor of happier ones. Soon, Hero and I will have a baby.
I watch Hero as our trek continues. It’s impossible not to admire my alien’s monstrous form. He’s beautiful, dangerous, and…and…majestic. What a silly way to describe him, I giggle, causing Hero to shoot me a questioning glance. I squeeze his hand, thinking of how true it is though. He’s like this magical force of nature sent here to love and care for me.
Looking at him, I can’t help but wonder what our child will look like. Will his genes dominate, or will there be a blend of the both of us? Well, I have plenty to think about and thankfully so, because our walk goes on for what feels like hours and still, we only inch toward the dot on the screen.
When I ask Hero for a break, he looks around wearily but allows it. I’ve been walking on clouds this whole way, forgetting that the dot we are closing in on may or may not be ominous. Hero’s cautious behavior brings my head back into the game. We’re still on a dangerous planet and now that I’m pregnant we have all the more reason to be careful.
“How long is this going to take?” I ask, wanting to be back in the safety of our cave.
His response is short and I hope that means our business here is nearly done. I take a few sips of water and he urges me back to my feet.
It isn’t long after that Hero takes his twin blades from their sheathes and my blood runs cold. I want to touch him, to keep holding his hand or something. Anything to keep the contact between us. But I also don’t want to get in his way if he needs to protect us. I get in line behind him and squeeze my hands together. They’re shaking.
Somewhere, ahead of us…I hear noises. I want to freeze. I want to run the other way. Instead, I follow Hero, unwilling to allow the distance between us to grow any larger than it already is.
We arrive at a slight downward slope. The trees thin, leaving a bit of a clearing. Hero stops and looks down into it.
It’s his posture that throws me. He looks so utterly calm, not even holding his swords at the ready. I wonder if maybe we missed something, that maybe this was just some wild goose chase and there’s nothing down in that valley. It’s with that thought in mind that I step forward to see for myself what’s down there.
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p; I’m shocked when my eyes land on an alien. Two of them really. Not far from us at all. And to my horror, I recognize one of them from my first night here. It’s the tall one, with the tail, and four, marbled, orange eyes. I remember he looked so menacing before, but now he’s bound, lying flat on his back and secured to nearby trees. He blinks, looking pained and disoriented. My eyes skate over the scene, trying to make sense of the madness.
The other alien, something small and spindly, with legs like a spider, works over a nearby fire, cooking a thin strip of meat. The bound one…the one that came out of a cage like mine…he’s got these cuts all over him, on his arms, legs, torso…
I think I must have made a sound. Something involuntary, like the sounds a frightened animal would make just before being preyed upon by a monstrous beast. All eyes shoot to us. Hero doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t make a move.
The spindly one wobbles over to his prey and uses a serrated finger to peel off another slice, before holding it up…offering it to Hero.
I don’t even know how I’m standing anymore. My legs are like jelly and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
Then Hero’s moving. He’s so fast and calculated my mind can barely process what’s happening. He buries one sword into the spindly alien’s throat, driving him back until he’s pinned to a tree. Black blood spurts and oozes from him, and though his body jerks wildly, I can tell he’s already dead.
I’m sucking in air and clinging to a tree, my mind struggling to function.
Hero moves to the bound alien and begins talking with him… The language is different. Something that’s clipped and high pitched. I think he’s about to cut him free, but Hero raises his sword.
“NO!” I scream. The sound is guttural, the most unnatural thing that’s ever escaped me. I feel like I’m trying to stop the world from turning with the force of my voice alone. Somehow, it works. Hero’s arm stops just above the alien’s neck. Both of them gaze at me. I’ve never seen Hero look so dangerous. The bound alien just looks tired. He blinks slowly, watching me. They’re waiting for me to talk.