by Ruby Dixon
And he groans. Oh man, how he groans. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard. The hands holding my shoulders tighten. His entire body does, and for a brief moment I wonder if he's going to lose control right away.
"Do you need me to slow down?" I ask, even as I give his shaft another gentle squeeze.
"I need…" he rasps. "For you…to keep going."
"Music to my ears." I bite my lip, gazing down at the gorgeous shaft in my hands. It's big, but more importantly it's really thick and it has these fantastic veins that trail in between the ridges and make me think that he's going to feel like bliss when he's inside me. The crown is practically purple with need, beads of pre-cum gliding down the rounded head. Below where I grip him, his shaft continues down to his gorgeous balls and the thick and wide, fascinating spur. All of him looks as if he was made to pleasure a girl, and I can't resist wrapping my other hand around him. "I don't suppose you cum chocolate, do you? Because if you do, I know I'm dreaming."
"What?" S'bren gives me a dazed look, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly on my shoulders. Not hard, just restless.
"Nothing. I'm just thinking you're perfect, that's all." I drag my fingers up and down his length, loosely at first, and then with increasing firmness when it looks as if his cock reacts the same as a male penis. He's going to want hard, quick strokes and a lot of tongue action, then, especially if he's had to jerk it on his own all his life. I lean closer, then flick the tip of my tongue over the head, lapping up a wet droplet. Salty. Still good.
S'bren shudders as if I've dragged my entire tongue over his balls. His reactions are killing me in all the best ways. "Tell me if I touch you in a way you don't like or if something doesn't feel good," I murmur.
He just looks at me incredulously.
"Right. Okay, tell me if I hit on something you want touched more, then." And I lick the head of his cock again.
The breath explodes from his lungs. His hands clench tight on my shoulders again, and then he's panting, his body shuddering as he struggles for control. I pretend to ignore how much he's reacting—even though it's turning me on like crazy—and continue to explore his cock, this time with my mouth and tongue. I press my lips to his hot, velvety skin, kissing up and down his shaft. I trace veins with my tongue and learn the ridges that dance along his length. I tease the underside of the crown and then lick up every bit of moisture that rises up to meet me. All the while, S'bren makes the best noises ever, as if he's never felt anything so incredible.
It makes me feel like I'm suddenly Queen of the Blow Jobs. Like I'm the best that ever was. And it encourages me to do more.
"Spread your legs wider for me," I tell him, licking down the side of his shaft. I grip him tight as I move lower, and when he nudges his big thighs further apart, I push my head in and lick his balls. "I don't know why these fascinate me so much, but they do. I love how big they are."
"I…see." His voice chokes.
I glide the tip of my tongue over his balls, but I can't get any good action going because of our angle. So I just work his cock with my hand a little, tease them a bit, and then lift my head again, going for the spur this time. It's harder, like sucking on cartilage instead of blood-engorged muscle, and it doesn't seem to be doing the trick for him. I toy with it a little, then give it one final lick and head for the main event.
The head of his cock is beaded with pre-cum all over again, and I lick it clean with little sounds of appreciation. I'm so incredibly turned on right now. It's not just the act itself—it's his reactions, his taste, his scent, his eagerness, his body. His everything. I drag his hand back to my breast and let him tease it while I grip his cock and feed it into my mouth. I take in just the head at first, my lips closing over it, and I lick and swirl and suck until I feel his entire body shiver. Then, I take him deep, as deep as I can, letting my tongue glide him all the way to the back of my throat. My mouth stretches tight over him, and I want to suck, but he's so big that it doesn't seem possible. I focus on teasing him with my tongue instead, using it to stroke along the underside before dragging him back out of my mouth and lavishing attention on the head.
I glance up at S'bren, and there's a glazed look of utter pleasure on his face, his lips parted as I work the tip of him. God, I love that he's so into it. I love that I'm pleasing him with my mouth, love that I'm giving him the same sort of experience he's given me over and over again. I take him deep again, pumping the base of him with my hand, and loosen my jaw until I pull him so deep that he hits the back of my throat.
He sucks in a breath, his entire body jolting with awareness. I can feel him stiffen, feel the way his hand tightens on my breast, the way he pauses over his stroking of my nipple to shudder, and a fresh taste of pre-cum bursts on my tongue. I want to chuckle, but my mouth is stuffed entirely too full of his cock. I make a little humming noise instead and redouble my efforts, working him with my tongue in time to the pumping of my hand at the base of his shaft. He sucks in a breath again, and then his big hand goes to the back of my head and he guides it, thrusting gently into my mouth. Once, twice, three times, and then his hot release spills down my throat. I take him so deep that I can barely taste it, trying to swallow all of him. It's too much, though, and I pull back a split second later, his seed trailing down my lips and chin as his hand tangles in my hair.
S'bren finishes coming with one final spurt that spatters across my tits, and then lets out a long, dazed sigh. His big shoulders sag as if he's utterly spent, and he caresses my face, wiping his release off the corners of my mouth with a look of wonder.
I clean up with my tunic, making a mental note to scrub it down later, and give him a pleased smile. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
He runs a hand down his face. "There are no words."
"A 'yes' or a 'no' is a cool place to start," I tease him, reaching for his flicking tail playfully. "I mean, even a 'thank you' is nice—"
In the next moment, I'm on my back by the fire, my skin pressed against the cold floor. My legs are suddenly in the air and S'bren's pushing my thighs apart. "I can give you a thank you," he says, "Or I can do the same for you." He lowers his face and nuzzles my pussy, his tongue gliding over my clit. "Ah, and you are so very wet, my mate. You liked kissing my cock, didn't you?"
I moan, reaching for his horns. "Oh god, did I ever. I loved making you come."
All I get in response is a grunt. His mouth is too busy devouring me. His fingers glide deep into my core, and I'm so wet that my body makes hot sucking sounds as he fucks me with his fingers, his tongue on my clit. I'm so primed and aroused that I start quivering faster than ever, and before it seems possible, I'm coming hard and fast, S'bren murmuring my name between long, teasing licks.
Okay, yeah, that was much better than a “thank you.” I give him a dreamy sigh and wrap my arms around his neck when he reaches for me, pulling me against him and holding me close as we lie by the fire.
He strokes my back, his fingers idly playing up and down my spine, and his tail curls possessively around my ankle. I listen to the sound of his heart drumming in his chest, loving the sound of it even though it won't resonate for me. "That was wonderful," I whisper to him. Each time we come together seems better than the last, and it makes me so happy.
It also terrifies me, just a little. I'm too happy. I don't want anything to change this. Not resonance, not the outside world, nothing.
"I am glad I could please you, my mate," S'bren tells me, and I can hear the tiny threads of amusement in his voice. "Where do you want to go now that we have seen the cave? Back to the tribe?"
Just like that, my happy bubble pops. Just a little. "You don't want to stick around here for a while?"
"I have seen the ancestors' home. It is not like any home I can imagine, so it does not hold much appeal for me." I can practically feel his mental shrug. "I would rather make a home for my female, but if you have somewhere else you wish to visit, we can go there instead."
The thought of returning to the beach
fills me with a weird sense of panic. It's not that I don't like living there. I find our little encampment cozy and if it's not the lap of luxury, there's such a sense of community that it doesn't matter. The part that panics me is…resonance. What if we return to the beach and I immediately resonate to someone else?
Someone other than S'bren?
Now, after I've let myself fall in love?
Panic chokes me and I swallow hard, holding him tight. "I think I'd like to see something else first."
He doesn't notice my worry. His big hand strokes lazily down my back once more. "What, then?"
"The northern lights?" It's an idea that springs to my head, mostly because I'm grasping at straws. Sometimes at night, we see the beautiful green swirls in the skies, and Farli has talked about how intensely beautiful they are high in the mountains.
S'bren pauses. "The what?"
"You know, the lights in the sky?"
"The…stars?"
I laugh despite my worry, and climb to my feet, pulling a cloak over my naked body. "Throw something on and come with me."
"Would you not rather lie here by the fire?" He reaches for me again. "I will kiss you again."
I nudge him with my toe, wrapping the fur tight around my shoulders. "You will anyhow. And come on, this won't take long. You'll know it when I show it to you."
Grumbling, he gets to his feet and puts on his cloak. I hold his hand and drag him toward the open door to the cargo bay, not into the chilly, wintry night, but just far enough that we can see the night sky. Or we could…if it wasn't completely clouded over. "Oh."
"I see nothing," he says, confirming the obvious.
I poke him with my elbow. "That's because it's cloudy. You know, the green streaks that move in the sky when it’s clear? Farli says there's a good place to see them high in the mountains. Maybe we could do that."
"In the brutal season? That seems foolish, even to my thick head."
He might be right, but I'm not willing to give up just yet. "Then maybe we stick around here. Hang out for a while. Maybe…" I trail off as a funny expression crosses his face. "What is it?"
S'bren points outside.
Even though there's a constant fall of snow in the darkness, the sky lights up like a glittering firecracker. In the distance, a sparkling light flares and then slowly, ever so slowly fades out. Then, the night is dark once more.
I gape, surprised. "What was that?"
"I do not know." S'bren sounds concerned, and he pulls me closer. "Did one of the stars fall onto our land?"
I forget that “stars” are a strange concept to him and his people. Instead, I try to think about the flare of light logically. Several different colors lit up, and it flared so bright that for a moment, it lit up the night sky. It cut through the cloud cover, too, or else we wouldn't have seen anything. A satellite, maybe? But this planet is uninhabited…er, sorta. There's no technology, at least. "A shooting star? A meteor?"
He shrugs.
"We should go find it! It looks like it landed off near that chain of mountains." I point at the looming mountains—or where they would be if it was daylight outside.
"I do not know if that is wise." S'bren seems doubtful. "It could be dangerous."
"It's not something normal," I argue. "What if it's a satellite? What if it's another ship with people on it that need rescuing?" For a moment, that fills me with terror—but then I remember that if it IS new people, they don't have cooties yet. I can't resonate to one. My natural curiosity wins over, anyhow. I want to know what that flaring light was. I saw something crash into the darkness. I know I did. "What if it's something special?"
"What if it is enemies?" S'bren shakes his head. "We should leave it alone."
"S'bren, please. I'd feel so much better if we could see it for ourselves. It might be people in another spaceship." I take his hand. "Please? It doesn't look like it hit too far away. The least we can do is check it out."
His lips thin and he stares down at me for so long that I'm positive he's going to say no. "It might be dangerous."
I beam at him. "You'll protect me."
He lets out a long, suffering sigh. "Why can I not say no to you?"
"Because you love me," I say, flinging my arms around his waist. "We'll be careful. Maybe it's a crystal falling from space!"
"Maybe." And he sighs again.
22
S'BREN
I do not sleep at all that night.
P'nee sleeps at my side, the easy sleep of a kit. She trusts that she is safe with me, her hands clutching at my arm and my thigh - and then my groin - as she sleeps. I do not sleep at all, though. I think of that brilliant light that seared through the sky.
She wants to see it. To make certain it is nothing dangerous. And while I know her argument is sound, I worry this is foolishness. That there is some hidden danger that my mud-brain cannot see. I will not risk my P'nee for anything. I refuse to put her in danger…but she is right, if it is more hyoo-mans, they will need rescuing.
I am torn. So I do not sleep. I stay awake, my spear within reach, and guard my mate as she dreams.
As if it is working against me, the weather dawns clear and cold the next day, and P’nee insists we set out to find our falling star. “If we do not find a hunter cave by midday, we will need to turn around,” I warn her. “I will not risk you sleeping out in the cold.”
“Totally fine,” P’nee chirps at me. “Shall we get going?”
Because I can think of no other reason to stall, we leave the home of my ancestors behind and head out into the deep snows for the strange object. Part of me hopes that we are unable to find a hunter cave, but we find a well-stocked one nestled in a valley, and so we can keep on going. We have no more than a vague idea of where it landed but my sweet mate is not deterred. She is eager to explore and travel, talking endlessly as we plow through the deep snows and head forward.
This is not an area I have been to before, but much of the cold lands look the same. There are distant mountains, rocky cliffs, and valley upon valley between bluffs. There is snow on everything. There are bushes and slim, bendy trees that manage to grow in the cold, and thin vines crawl up and down rock surfaces, but it is very different from my homeland of warm, misty forests and the ever-looming presence of the Great Smoking Mountain.
Even so, this area is well-traveled by the sa-khui, because we are able to find no less than three hunter caves as we head through the twisting crags and rocky cliffs. We stay in the last one for the night, and after I kiss my mate everywhere, she insists on doing the same for me.
It is…a good night, despite all things.
Just being with P’nee makes me happy, though. I love nothing more than the time I spend with her, hearing her joyful laugh, and seeing her eager expression as we travel. She loves an adventure, and to her this is all an adventure. Perhaps it is an adventure, but I think of all the terrible things we were told about other peoples from the stars, the ones that stole the hyoo-mans from their homes and left them here. They are not good peoples, and I worry I am leading my P’nee right into their clutches.
If there is even a hint of danger, I resolve, we will go no farther. We will turn around and head back to the beach as quickly as we can so we can warn the others.
My P’nee is convinced it is something good, though. She hopes it is a kind visitor, or a beautiful rock that flew in from the skies or something we have not seen before.
I have my doubts, but she knows more about such things than I do. I worry that it will be something strange—so much has changed in the last few turns of the moon that I now feel as if “strange” is to be expected.
And I worry I will not be able to protect my P’nee from it.
P’nee gasps as we walk, tugging on my belt. “S’bren. Do you see that?”
I have been watching the skies this afternoon, because the clouds grow dark and ominous, ready to dump more snow upon us. The wind is biting, and I scan our surroundings, looking for a hunter cave in
which we can hide out for the evening. Surely there will be one nearby. We walk through a series of tight, high cliffs, because sometimes the wide valleys disappear and we are left with narrow, rocky canyons to walk through, just like we are right now. These cliffs are riddled with caves and each one we find makes me feel safer, knowing I have a good place to bring P’nee back to should the weather turn. We passed the last one early this morning, however, and it would require a long trek back if we must turn around. “What am I looking for? Is it a cave?”
“No. Look up, silly.” She tugs on my belt again, and when I stop, she gestures up at one of the steep cliffs overhead.
I pause and look. High overhead, fluttering in the wind, is…a fur. At least, it looks like a fur at first glance. As I stare, though, it shimmers slightly and flaps back and forth, caught in the tangle of a frozen tree hanging over the edge of the cliff. “What is that?”
“I think it’s a parachute,” P’nee tells me, her voice full of excitement. “Look at the cords hanging from it. And it looks like manmade material. That means that the thing we saw was manmade. Or alien-made. Whichever. All I’m saying is that it’s not a meteorite like I thought it might be.” She grips my arm, gasping. “Do you think it might be more humans sent to live with us?”
“I do not know.” I am still trying to grasp what a pair-shoot is. “Why would they send a skin and leave it there?”
P’nee giggles and shakes her head. “No, no, the parachute acts like, well, a sail.” When I remain confused, she adds, “Okay, a wing. The air catches underneath and slows how hard and how fast the thing falls and lowers it gently to the ground. If the parachute’s here, that means whatever was sent—or whoever was sent—must be nearby, right?” As I watch, she pulls off her gloves and studies the cliff, then moves forward and grasps the rocks at the base.
It takes me a moment to realize she is climbing. She digs her fingers into the side of the cliff and hauls herself up, then plants her hand on the next rock, moving higher.