by Rena Marks
She laps up the drop gathered on the tip, and I explode with sensation.
“Vee,” I gasp, and my voice sounds broken and unmanly. There are no words to describe what she is doing to me. But her hot, wet mouth opens onto my cock and sucks me inside. It is delicious, the suction she creates. She rolls my cock in her mouth, and moves her head up and down my length. Fire explodes inside my balls, and then her hand searches for them.
I groan when she finds them, lifting the heavy fullness enough to work her small fingers under the sac. She scratches lightly with her sharp little fingernails and a rumbling begins deep down inside me, as I try to keep from shouting her name. Then her head dips down again to swallow my length and the excitement is too much. I spill like a schoolboy who has never pleasured a woman.
But the orgasm spiraling from my swollen balls cupped in her hand won’t stop. Valencia is greedily swallowing my cum, and it goes on and on mercilessly. My thighs are trembling, and I see stars.
Growling, I push her back onto the pillows and spread her creamy thighs. I place the tip of my cock right inside her cunt lips, connecting us together. Her wet slickness coats the tip of my quivering cock, and I work my way inside.
“That’s it, baby,” she croons, and a bead of sweat gathers on my temple. I inch in a bit more, and it is like being fisted in her swollen folds. I pull out gently and then plow ahead, stretching her more each time. Her feet are pressing against my ass, trying to pull me inside.
I give her what she wants, burying me inside all the way, and we groan together at the feeling of ecstasy.
Then I pull out to begin my stroking rhythm as my cock rings knock together and trigger my vibrations. My cock explodes inside her heat, furiously erupting against her walls, and her eyes grow bigger with wonder. I watch as the orgasm breaks over her, her eyes flutter shut and her lips gasp open. I lower my head to her mouth, capturing her climax with a kiss. Her cunt grips me and squeezes, forcing another bout of pleasure from me to ride with her.
We hold still, riding our mutual pleasure, and I am careful not to squish my tiny mate. My forearms carry my weight as my vibrating cock forces shrieks of pleasure that my mouth seals over hers. Finally, we crest and float slowly back down.
“I love you,” she says, her voice full of emotion. I roll to the side, and bring her with me, spooning her small body against my chest.
“I love you forever,” I respond.
Valencia:
Atareek is off hunting when I wake. He’s left me water near the fire. It makes me smile, because it is just as easy for me to haul down to the pool to wash, or even our bathroom. But he loves to pamper me. I wash quickly and dress, deciding to braid my hair today. Then I straighten our nest and gather up our clothes. It’s laundry day, so I use a wicker basket to collect all of our clothes for washing, setting it near the door.
I head out for the kitchen. In the hallway, I find Diont bringing Eretar.
“There you are,” he says to me. “I was just going to bring her to your cave. I didn’t realize you were up so early.”
“Atareek is hunting. I’m going to join the others for laundry day.” I lean in toward Eretar. “I think you’ll like visiting with us all. I swear I’m not just using you for a chore.”
She grins.
Diont turns to Eretar. “Any time you’d like to hang with Atan and me, we’d be glad to have you.”
“Thank you,” she says. “I had fun.”
He looks like he wants to say more, but instead nods and leaves us.
She turns to me. “Laundry day, huh?”
“Yup. Let’s grab some breakfast first.”
I lead the way into the eating area. Jezebel and Gigi are sitting at a table, so we wave. “Usually all the human women are together because most of us are mated to the hunters on the first shift. Since they all hunt together, that means we all have free time together. The other Blaedonian women have chores, a day on kitchen duty, a day on laundry, etcetera. We just kind of help out where we choose. If someone prefers doing laundry over cooking, they’ll do that. If someone prefers cooking, they may trade with someone on duty. But there’s really no laziness here, everyone just tends to pitch in.” We arrive at the table. “Ladies, you remember Eretar?”
“How could we forget? The whole cave is atwitter,” Jezebel says with a smile.
We continue walking to the back room, where there’s a spread of food on the table. I grab a plate and hand her one, and we begin to fill them. On the way back to Jezebel and Gigi, Maynak joins us, and we all sit down to eat.
“I figure before we get to the laundry, we’ll check on Nikolee and see how the tea is working.”
She nods.
“I have a skirt I made that’s an extra,” Maynak says. “Would you like one? You might enjoy going back home with some different styles.”
“I would,” Eretar says.
“Awesome,” Jezebel says. “I have some really pretty leggings that we’ve dyed camouflage.”
“That would be perfect,” I tell her. “They live near a dead forest, which looks like a ton of skeletal bones instead of trees. She’d blend in perfectly.” I remember the camouflage technique, it’s a mixture of whites and grays in a tie-dye technique.
“We’re going to do laundry, too. We’ll show you how to dye clothes.”
Eretar nods. “I’m learning so much here. All of our clothing is one color.”
“It’d be cool if someone here could stay with your tribe. Learn some new recipes and stuff.”
“I’m sure we’ll get to that,” Eretar says. “And as each person from our tribe comes to yours, they can get a translation shot from Niki.”
“I’m glad it still works,” I say.
Our plates are empty, so I gather them up and show her where there is warm water to wash them. Someone is already at the sink, which is a basin dug into the cave wall. Eventually the water will seep through the wall, eliminating the need for a dump. Then it just takes a quick wipe to get any food particles out, and it’s ready for another round. We wash our plates quickly and stack them to dry.
We wave at the girls, and Maynak calls out that they’ll let the laundry leader know we’re coming. We stop off at my cave for the basket of laundry and haul it between us over to Niki’s cave. We place it in the hallway at the door, and rattle the chain softly in case the baby’s sleeping.
“Yoohoo,” I whisper.
“Come in,” she calls out. “Nikolee’s not asleep, just nursing.”
We push open the curtain and enter. They’ve obviously had a lot of company lately because Drakar’s set up a settee, covered with furs for company.
“We just checked in to see how you both are doing before we leave to do laundry. We can take a load for you,” I say.
“Oh, you will? That’s so sweet. This little guy goes through a ton of diapers.”
“In the corner is a bucket of hot water that Niki uses to rinse the diapers. Then she spreads them out to dry before tossing them in a basket for wash,” I say to Eretar.
“It keeps the smell down,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “I think.”
Nikolee releases her breast, and she hauls him up to her shoulder, rubbing his back until he burps. When he belches, she hands him to me while she re-fastens her top.
“That is a cool top,” Eretar says.
Niki’s top is loose, tied toga-style on either side of her neck.
“Thanks,” she laughs ruefully. “It can untie at either shoulder to come down to bare a boob, or it’s loose enough to lift from the waist to bare a boob. It’s become my new best friend.”
“And you wear men’s leggings, like we do in winter.”
It makes us snicker. “Humans are a little colder than Blaedonians.”
“A little less active, too,” Niki says. “But these are our latest fashion trend.” Niki stands up. These leggings are loose, ending at the calf, and tied with a drawstring at the top. “I got tired of muumuu dresses from my pregnancy.”
N
ikolee is laying flat in my lap, kicking his little legs. “You’re really filling out, aren’t you, little sausage boy?”
Eretar tears her eyes away from Niki’s fashions to look at the baby. “Oh, he’s blue.”
I laugh. “Looks like the tea works great.”
“I never noticed he was green,” Niki says.
“He was slightly green. You were around him all the time. He looks nice and healthy now.”
The baby spits a bit of milk up, and laughs. I wipe the dribble gently using a cloth. They’re draped everywhere in the cave.
“Boy, having a baby changes things.”
“Yup,” she says cheerfully.
Nikolee begins to root around with his mouth, searching for something.
“Oh, it’s already time for the other side, is it?” Niki asks him. She takes him from me, and like a pro, cradles him in her lap while she unties the shoulder strap on the other side of her shirt.
“You’ve got the mommy-thing down pat. We’ll leave you to it, and just grab your load of laundry.”
She nods as Eretar and I get up, and between us carry her basket out. The cave smells fresher out in the hallway.
“We should make her a potpourri to boil,” I mumble.
“Poo-poori? What is that?” Eretar asks.
“It’s some herbs to boil that have a strong scent. Hopefully to freshen her cave.”
“Ahh.” She nods in understanding and takes the basket from me.
Once outside her cave, I grab my basket off the ground since Eretar has Niki’s, and we make our way outside by way of the main cave.
“Valencia! Eretar. Are you guys ready?” Byndi calls. She’s standing with Jacobi on her hip, under a tree.
Two hunters come and take our baskets, wrapping them into a leather tarp between them and tying the ends to a pole. Between the two of them, they carry each end of the pole. I know from past arguments it’s no use to insist on carrying it ourselves.
“Okay everyone, let’s head out,” Caspien says. He’s leading the expedition today. Our group moves out.
“The leader makes sure to have the soap and conditioners,” I explain to Eretar. “It’s his assignment to lead the expedition. He organizes everyone, finds out who’s going to the laundry pool, all that stuff, and decides who the carriers will be. His name is Caspien, in case you can’t remember.”
A small grin lets me know she couldn’t.
“How do you all do laundry?” Jezebel asks her.
“We live underground. There’s no issue. We simply dip our clothing into the ocean. The salty water acts as a detergent. Then we beat the garment to soften it as it dries, so there is no stiffness. That’s it.”
“I guess since there’s no sunlight hitting your clothing, it can take a beating,” I say.
Before long, we reach the stream that we use to launder. There are several large boulders that divide it, and we all spread out, sitting on boulders in groups. The men carry a basket one at a time, and we each take a garment. I show her how to dunk it into the water and scrub it on the smooth surface of the rock. We rinse it again, looking for stains. When finished, the guys add it to the basket of water with some additives. While we scrub, the guys light a fire on the shore to heat up water.
“The first batch will soak while we wash the rest,” Jezebel explains. “They’ll take it up to the shore for us.”
“What is in the water?”
“They toss in a conditioner. Some fat from dinner the night before. Now that we’re here, we also add some flowers in the pot for scent. Of course, we now make our soap with flowers, thanks to Rayhaan spoiling Lucie.”
“Hey!” Lucie says.
Jezebel continues, ignoring her. After we finish our last basket of clothes, we wade back to shore, where the baskets of water are now sitting. We move to the first one, which has cooled considerably. Everyone dips in, and wrings out their fabric. One of the guys takes the pot of water and dumps it, reserving the basket for the first batch of laundry.
“Because we wash in order,” Caspien says. “We don’t mix up everyone’s stuff. So we only work on one basket at a time. After this is wrung out, we’ll lay it out to dry.”
A couple of guys take the furs that carried everything and spread them out on the ground. We carefully spread our damp clothing onto them, and move to the next basket, doing the same thing. There’s still enough room on the blanket to spread the next batch, but we show her how we leave a small gap so that we can tell whose property is which between the loads.
“My hands are so soft,” she says, surprised.
“That’s the conditioner we put in that the clothes are soaking in now. It softens our leathers.”
A couple of the guys are laughing. One of the others slaps Caspien on the back, and they laugh some more.
“What’s so funny?” Jezebel asks Caspien.
“Watch this,” he says. “Who all here has diaper duty?”
“What does that mean?” Eretar asks, even as every person there raises their hand.
“It means, who’s washing a load of diapers for someone.”
She looks around, eyes wide. The only two people there that don’t have their arm up are…us. Then, sheepishly, she raises hers.
“Bingo,” Caspien says and all the hunters start laughing again. “Glad I’m single.”
“To be fair, it’s not all Niki’s,” Lucie says. “I’m helping Byndi with hers.”
“Me too,” Jezebel says.
“I hope little Jacobi is potty trained by the time Miranda’s is born,” I grumble. “Or we’re all gonna hate laundry days.”
“How do you do the laundry when it is cold outside?” Eretar asks me.
We’re sprawled on our backs, soaking up the sunlight. “It’s not so fun then. We have to boil water inside the caves and do laundry inside. And someone has to dump those outside, and then it makes for an icy spot because of the rinse water, so they have to watch where they spill it. Plus this way we get to visit and relax. Laundry day used to be once a week for the tribe, now we do it twice a week with all the extra humans and the two new babies.”
“It’s a small price to pay for extra women,” Caspien says.
Byndi tosses a diaper at him, and it smacks him upside the head. We all laugh some more. I get up to check our load of laundry. The top side feels pretty good, so I begin to flip everything so the undersides can dry. Eretar gets up to help.
“Let’s switch the angle a little bit,” I say. “So the wet parts of the blanket can be exposed to the sun to dry.”
Everyone else is following suit on their laundry blankets, and then Caspien and Maynak return with some fruit they’ve picked. They hand them out, and we sit and snack on them while we wait. It’s a juicy fruit, kind of a cross between a strawberry and an orange. It’s firm, so once in a while it’s cooked. Today though, we eat it raw and it’s a bit chewier, but still tasty.
“Do you like it?” I ask Eretar with a small smile, because she’s almost done.
She looks around, self-conscious. “We don’t have these at home. I find fruit fascinating.”
“When we bring you back,” Caspien says, “we’ll have the hunters bring some for your tribe.”
“That would be lovely,” she says demurely.
Maynak snorts. “Wish you could be demure like that, Jezzy.”
“Pfft. Your brother wouldn’t know what to do with me,” Jezebel says. “And besides. Who else would there be to rat you out and tell everyone of your numerous sexual partners if I was like—all demure?”
Lucie winces. “Exactly why Miranda decided to go straight and hook up with one man. Jezzy’s big mouth.”
Maynak looks down her nose at Jezebel. “Hmm. This is war. I may have to mention to our mum how we haven’t had a family dinner in an entire moon…”
Jezebel actually pales. “All right,” she snaps. “Let’s not get all dramatic. I won’t name names.”
“Thank you. I guess I don’t need to call my mother right awa
y.”
Eretar’s eyes are wide.
“Ignore them,” I say. “The Blaedonians all got along famously until humans arrived.”
“That’s true,” Adretta calls out. “I wasn’t interested in Rayhaan until Lucie landed.”
Eretar’s eyes grow even rounder.
I sigh. “It not really as bad as it sounds.”
“I had to be exiled because I almost tricked her into leaving the planet,” Adretta calls out again.
Eretar gasps.
I roll my eyes. “I swear she’s taking drama lessons from Jezzy.”
“I resent that,” Jezebel calls out, like she’s highly insulted. “With my even, smooth temperament, I coulda been a nun back at home. I might still decide to be one here. If I didn’t love sex so much, that is.”
We all groan, because every person here knows how much she loves it.
“Come on, let’s go wash this sticky juice off our hands.” I laugh, and one by one, we all wander to the river to wash our hands. We head back after a few minutes, waving our hands in the air to dry them. Then I check our laundry.
“It’s dry,” Eretar announces.
“Yay. Now we roll everything up, keeping Niki’s load separate by loading hers into one of the bone baskets, and we can pack up to go home.”
After we roll our laundry into the center of the furs, the men lift the corners of our blankets and tie them to the poles again, and we begin the journey home. I’m holding the second basket on my head, like several of the other ladies. I wink at Eretar.
“It makes for a lighter load. The guys will never admit to a load being heavy, so this is our way of helping out without them realizing it.”
She nods. “Men have a lot of pride.”
Chapter Eleven
Atareek and I bring Eretar to the bathing pool. Tessa, Jeroc and Tijar are there, and I wave at my friend. It’s been a while since I visited with her.
“Eretar, this is Tessa.”
“I remember.” She nods at the trio. “This is the family that has me captivated. I’m so envious that a group of three works well. We can never have that because males are so rare in our tribe.”