by Ruby Dixon
I am about to find out.
My female does not look at her hungering male with fear in her eyes. Not this one. She is not shy in the slightest. Instead, she spreads her legs with a sultry little smile. “You wish more, mon brave? Come and taste your lover.” And she leans back on her elbows, her cunt a silent invitation.
Good. I throw myself onto my belly and push my face between her thighs, my tongue seeking out her heated slit.
She lets out a little gasp as my tongue finds her warmth, and then her legs clench slightly against me. She lets out a pleased, throaty sound, and one hand goes to the top of my head. “Touch me how you like,” Mar-lenn whispers, unafraid of my ravenous hunger.
“I want to taste you everywhere,” I manage between drags of my tongue over her soft folds. She is so pink here, so pink and wet and hot. “Everywhere, Mar-lenn.”
“Oui,” she breathes. “I am yours, Zennek.” Her thighs quiver as my questing tongue flicks over her nipple—her clit. Through a haze of lust, I wonder if she liked that touch, so I look up at her, my mouth still buried between her thighs, as I push my tongue against her clit again.
I am fascinated when she tilts her head back, her eyelashes fluttering, as if my mouth on her is too much for her to handle. Her lips part, her breathing irregular. So I do it again. And again, rubbing one side and then the other as I watch her. I move my tongue in a circling motion, tracing the bud, and she gasps again, her legs clenching against my shoulders, and her short nails dig into my mane.
Ah. I have figured out what she likes, then.
With a growl, I circle her third nipple over and over again. She wriggles against me, her need perfuming the air, her cries of pleasure echoing against the cliffs. I can smell her cunt heating with more of her juices, so I move lower, seeking the source of all that delicious nectar. I tongue every drop from her channel, dipping in so I do not miss anything, and she squirms against me, her breathing erratic. I go back to her nipple, loving her responses, and wanting more of them. I want her to come as hard as I have. I want to see her lose control, to see her entire body quiver with her release. So I keep teasing her clit and watch her as I do. When she continues to moan and tremble against me but does not go over, I give her cunt a long, slow stroke of my tongue. “Guide me,” I say, my breath fanning over her pink folds. “Tell me what you need.”
“Finger,” she pants, pressing down on my head. “Use your fingers, Zennek. Push into me.”
I do as she asks immediately, gliding one fingertip through the folds of her cunt until I reach her entrance. I push inside and she cries out immediately. She tenses all around me, her cunt squeezing at my finger and I am fascinated…is this how she will feel around my cock? With a groan, I lean in and put my mouth to her third nipple again, even as I thrust into her with my finger.
She quakes all around me, gasping. “Zennek! Zennek! Don’t stop!”
As if I could. I thrust my finger into her ferociously, pumping into her as if it were my cock and she were taking all of me into her heated depths. She feels so good, so tight, and I can feel her entire body shiver and shudder as I use my tongue on her third nipple. She clenches up tight and then her thighs are pressing against my ears, squeezing hard, and she is gasping, whispering nonsense sounds as she arches, writhing against me. Then, with a little cry, her cunt floods with new moisture and she shudders, her climax overtaking her. Fascinated, I drag my tongue over her folds, wanting to capture every bit of sweetness, and I keep lapping at her shuddering body until she pushes at my head, indicating I should move away. Reluctantly, I slide my finger from her wet warmth and immediately lick it clean. She tastes so incredible I want to put my mouth back there immediately, just so I can have more like the greedy male I am.
Mar-lenn sighs heavily and puts a hand to her brow. “Oh, là. I have never come so hard, mon beau.” Dazed, she lets out a long breath and sighs, slowly sliding her legs back to the ground. “Come and lie beside me for a moment,” she tells me.
I move next to her, pulling her close. She lies on the remnants of her clothing and cuddles up to me, tucking her face against my chest as she catches her breath. She is so lovely and soft that I cannot stop touching her. I stroke her arm, her side, her back, trying to ignore the insistent song of my khui and my even more insistent cock. She needs time to recover so we can continue. Resonance has not been fulfilled, but my heart feels…full.
This is what it is like to have a mate lie in my arms. I never thought to experience such joy, but here I am, with the most perfect female beside me, her taste on my tongue and her body next to mine. She will be there to welcome me home from long hunts—or go with me—and nights by the fire will no longer be lonely. Many turns of the moons from now…we will have a kit.
A rush of contentment mixes with my hungry need, and I press my mouth to her strange, smooth brow.
She smiles, wrapping her limbs around me. “Give me a moment to recover and we shall have more fun, mon beau.”
“Take as long as you need,” I tell her. If she needs days to recover, I will patiently wait…as long as I can feast at her cunt and hear her cries. Already I want her hand on my head once more, pushing me down to the spot I most want to be at. I brush my knuckles over her cheek, the need to care for my mate urging me on. “Are you cold? Hungry?”
She burrows against me, shaking her head. “I am wonderful.”
She is, I agree silently. Mar-lenn is everything I never thought to dream for myself. I gaze down at her, my heart full.
“Tell me about yourself,” she whispers, reaching up to trace her fingers along my jaw. “Do you have family?”
“A large one,” I say, unable to stop touching her. I rub my knuckles down her arm, then graze the side of one teat, wanting to tease the tips but telling myself to be patient. “My brother, Pashov, resonated just before we did. My other brother Salukh has not yet, I do not think. And I have a younger sister named Farli. You will meet her when we return home to the cave.”
“Parents?”
I nod. “My father, Borran. My mother, Kemli. Both living. They will be very pleased to meet you.” And shocked that their quiet son has resonated, I suspect. If ever a female were to resonate to one of us, I thought for sure it would be Salukh, who is as capable as he is broad.
I am fiercely glad I am the one her khui chose, though. I hold her closer to me, sliding a hand down to cup her bottom, my thumb stroking over the spot that her tail should be. “You? Do you leave family behind?”
“Non,” Mar-lenn says. “My father abandoned us when I was very young. I do not remember him. It was always me and my mother, but she died a few years ago. There is no one left for me back on Earth.”
“Is that why you are so happy to be here? Why you do not cry like the others?”
She leans back and studies me, grinning. “What is there to cry over? I have claimed for myself the biggest, fiercest, handsomest man in the tribe.”
“I am none of those things—”
“Non? You are in my eyes.” Her hand slides down between us and caresses my erect cock. “You are definitely the most ready man in your tribe.”
I groan, closing my eyes as she explores my length with her fingers, then curls them around my shaft. “I must wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For you to be ready,” I manage.
“Touch me,” she says. “Feel how ready I am.”
So I do. I reach between us and touch her as she touches me, caressing her folds lightly before delving to graze at the core of her. She is very wet, just as she says, and I cannot resist pushing a finger into her heat once more, just to feel her ride it.
Mar-lenn moans and clutches me close as I pump into her tight cunt with my finger. She presses hot kisses to my mouth, her need feverish. “Give me your cock,” she whispers, and I groan with need.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask. “I will wait to fulfill resonance if you wish—”
She puts her hand on me and strokes, hard. I hiss, the
breath rushing between my teeth. Her response is obvious. She is tired of waiting, my impatient human.
I capture her mouth with mine and she meets my hungry kiss with her own equally needy reaction. I am not sure how humans mate, but when I roll her onto her back, she does not protest. Her legs go around my hips and when I settle my cock against her cunt, she arches up against me.
“Oui,” she says. “Oui, Zennek.”
We? Yes, we are a “we,” I think. I like to hear her say that. “Together,” I agree, and fit the head of my cock at her entrance, and then stroke home.
Mar-lenn lets out a little moan, her nails digging into my back. “You’re so big,” she breathes. “Give me a moment to adjust.”
Pausing is a good idea. The feel of her clasping my cock so tightly, so deep inside her? I have never felt anything better, and my sac tightens, ready to pour fresh seed into her sleek depths. I have come hard twice already, but it is not enough. Never enough. Being inside Mar-lenn feels…exquisite. This is where I am meant to be. But I must wait. I cannot hurt my mate with my eagerness, so no matter how desperate I am to sink into her once again, I hold myself tightly in check.
Her hand strokes down my arm, and then she reaches up and caresses my face. “You are sweating, mon beau. Are you all right?”
It is difficult to control myself when instinct tells me to grab her hips and plow into her deep and hard, to rut myself until I explode. “I wait for you to be ready,” I tell her tightly. “I will not fail you.”
“Never,” she says, voice soft. “You are the best of men.” Her smaller body wriggles underneath mine, sending pleasure launching up my spine. “I think I have adjusted. You can move how you like.” She caresses my face again and then moves her thumb over my lips, then dips it inside.
I nip at her finger and rock my hips against hers lightly. When she smiles encouragement at me, I pump into her again.
This time she sucks in a breath, her eyes going wide, and I freeze. “What is it?”
Mar-lenn moans, shifting her weight underneath me. As she does, she rubs up against my cock. “Your spur is…in a most convenient place.” And she squirms again.
I do not feel with my spur as intensely as I do with my cock, but when I thrust again, I realize that it drags back and forth against her clit as I move. I shift so I press slightly to the side and thrust deep into her again.
She cries out, her legs clamping around me, her head going back. “Oh!”
A growl rises in my throat, but I swallow it, lest I scare my mate with how primal I am in this moment. I thrust into her again, and again, claiming her soft body with each firm stroke. She takes me, her cunt so tight, and it ripples in response to each motion, no matter how hard I pump. She loves all that I give her, and when I look down at her, watching as I pound into her, my mate’s eyes are closed, her lips parted with wonder, her beautiful teats heaving with the force of my thrusts.
It is…perfection.
Mar-lenn cries out, her cunt tightening around me and her heels digging into my backside as another climax overtakes her. I roar my pleasure then, thrusting with claiming strokes as my own release overtakes me, and then I am filling her with my seed, spilling into her with endless stroke after endless stroke. She clings to me, even as I continue to push into her with the last of my strength.
Mine.
My resonance mate.
My Mar-lenn.
11
MARLENE
I wake up and gaze at the night sky. It is still full of stars, and my eyes automatically go to the smear of green high in the sky, the one shaped like a heart. My mother is saying hello, I think, and I say a silent hello back.
Then, a warm body pushes my thighs apart and a hot mouth covers my pussy. I moan as Zennek begins to tongue me with hot, frantic flicks of that glorious beast inside his mouth. I have never felt anything like the raspy ridges there…save for the wonderful ridges that line his cock.
Mon dieu, but the aliens here in this world are very blessed.
It takes me moments to come, and he licks me clean and then covers me with his weight, thrusting deep as he claims me. Zennek comes quickly that time, and I hold him tight to me as he fills me with even more seed, our khuis humming their song so loud that my chest feels as if it is vibrating with his need.
We fall asleep again, and a short time later, he wakes me up the same way. So it goes, over and over throughout the night, claiming after claiming until my muscles cramp up from overuse and I feel sticky everywhere with his seed. I am happy, though. Very happy, and when he wakes me again with his frantic mouth on my pussy once more? I think I am a very lucky woman.
I wake up again sometime after sunrise, the weak sunlight in my face. The first thing I notice is that it is quiet—almost too quiet. I sit up, confused, even as I reach behind me, looking for Zennek. He is right there, his warm weight against my body, his side pressed to my side. “Are you warm enough?” he asks.
“Why is it so quiet?” I ask, sitting up and touching my ear. It feels a bit like the quiet after a rock concert, when the parking lot is thunderous in its near-silence.
“Your khui,” he tells me, sitting up as well. “Resonance has been fulfilled.” And he ducks his head away, shy again in the morning light.
I touch my chest. “That did not take long.”
“Sometimes it is fast,” he agrees, doing something with his hands and a knife. Carving? Now? “We will still sing to one another, but it will not roar at us as it did last night.”
He’s right; my breast is humming in an almost polite tone, a gentle song compared to last night’s thunder.
“So I am pregnant now?” I touch my belly. “You are certain?” When he nods, I consider this for a moment and then decide I will not stress or worry about being a mother just yet. I have many months of pregnancy before me, and Zennek will be at my side…I think. “So what happens with you and me?” I ask. “Do we remain together?”
Zennek goes still. He sets down his knife and I see he has several thick bone needles in hand. He strings sinew through the hole of one and then takes a piece of my shredded tunic and begins to sew it with big, ugly stitches.
He is not speaking, though, and that worries me.
“Zennek?”
“I will not keep you if you do not wish to stay with me.” His jaw clenches, and he will not look me in the eye for all that his words are reasonable. “I will not trap you at my side.”
“Do you want to be with me?” I ask, because I need to hear the words. “It is I who do not wish to trap you.” I reach out and gently take the mangled bits of leather from his hands. “After all, I’m the one that seduced you, mon amour.”
As I take the leather from him, he stares down at his hands and then captures mine before I can pull it away. “I want you, Mar-lenn,” he says, voice husky and full of need. “In my eyes, you are my mate.”
I beam at him. “Bon. We are in agreement.”
The smile he gives me is pleased, but I can see the blush creeping up his brow. I smile back at him, and then I feel silly for just sitting in the snow, naked, as we smile back and forth at each other. I squeeze his hand and then move forward, crawling into his lap. He is warm and big, and his arms go around me, just as I’d hoped. His mouth presses against my shoulder, and he holds me close. This is nice. I take the sewing in hand and gaze at the seams, trying to see a pattern. I have sewn many times in the past, because I liked vintage clothing, which required alterations to fit my figure. I think I can do a better job with the sewing than my big alien with his enormous blue hands. “You and I will have to remember to talk,” I say to him as I study the stitches. “Your people are not my people and we will probably have many misunderstandings for a while, but we can get through them if we talk to each other. D’accord?”
“You speak wise words,” he says, and then asks, “Let me see your tongue?”
My tongue? I turn my head to look at him, curious. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my backs
ide from my seat in his lap, but I am not entirely sure if his question is sexual. But I stick my tongue out, humoring him.
He studies it with great interest, touching the tip and turning my head slightly as if he would examine all of it. After a moment, a hint of frustration crosses his face. “I cannot tell. How are you different from the others here?”
“Different?” I’m confused.
He nods. “I want to see if it is something the healer can fix.”
My lips twitch. “We will have to talk more about French, you and I. Perhaps I did not explain it clear enough.”
“Tell me. I wish to learn all about you.” And he rests his chin on my shoulder, one big hand rubbing up and down my arm as if he can’t stop petting me. Normally such a thing would feel invasive and pushy, but…I love it. I love his touch and I love how he snuggles me against him. So I chatter as I sew the pieces of my tunic back together again, explaining to him about France and Europe, and how it is across the sea from America. I tell him about languages and many different cultures. I’m not entirely sure he can grasp the scope of what I tell him, but he listens attentively anyhow as I piece my tunic and leggings back together.
“I will need un soutien-gorge,” I tell him, studying my piecemeal tunic. “Something to hold the breasts so they do not jiggle.” I demonstrate just how much I jiggle, and I love his blush.
“I will get you more leather when we return with the others,” he tells me. “And more needles.”
“Parfait.”
I dress even as Zennek stands behind me and nuzzles my neck, being a distraction. Once I am all covered in my furs, though, my stomach growls and I am reminded that we are out here in the wild with no supplies, and the others are probably wondering where we have gone. “I suppose we must leave soon, non? Return to the others?”
“They will be waiting for us,” he agrees, but keeps kissing my neck. He seems to be in no rush, and that makes me smile. I caress his messy, wild hair, thinking I should braid it for him—mostly as an excuse to get my hands on him. “Do you want to bathe before we return?” he asks me, pulling me from my thoughts. “There is a hot stream nearby.”