by Rena Marks
There’s silence. It’s something none of us had thought of.
“Oh, wow,” Gigi breathes. “Who’s gonna be the first to find out?”
Heads turn toward me.
“God, I hope not.”
“How else are we gonna find out?”
“Did anyone see any pregnant blue women out there at the feast?”
I wrack my brain trying to remember. My anxiety rises and moisture beads on my brow. I fan myself to cool off.
“I don’t think there was a single one pregnant.”
“Ooh,” Tessa says. “It stands to reason they do hatch their young.”
Shit, why didn’t I think of any of this before screwing a sexy blue alien? What if the egg develops inside me? And tears its way out like the scary alien movies on Earth?
Holy shit.
Just then, our favorite barbarians—the hunting party—enter the bathing pool and begin to strip. Automatically, the ladies scoot apart to allow the men to squeeze in between us.
I sigh. It’s not like the first time we bathed, where all the gals huddled on one end and the guys the other.
“Why are you so quiet?” Drakar asks.
I blurt out, “Do your women carry your young or do you hatch from eggs?”
Drakar’s jaw drops.
There’s utter silence before the hunters start laughing.
Rayhaan puts his arm around Lucie.
“I think we’ll have to stop letting the human females band together,” Drakar mutters. “You come up with strange ideas.”
“Tell me that’s a no.”
“It’s a no.”
“Great.” I lean on his shoulder, and blow out my breath.
Even as I sit on Drakar’s lap, the water is deep enough in our spot that it covers my breasts. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to the complete lack of embarrassment the tribe has over nudity.
But sitting with the warmth of the water swirling around us, feeling his strong arms wrapped around me, is slowly turning me on. I can’t help it, every time I’m around Drakar my hormones are out of control. For the first time in my life, I feel sympathy for teenage boys.
His cock brushes against my butt and it makes me want to press back against him and tighten my cheeks, but I won’t. Instead, I scoot a little further away so I can maneuver my arm back there.
Under the water, I let my fingers dance over his lower abs. By the sudden movement, I know he sucks in his breath. His cock begins to grow erect and he refuses to look toward me or even move as I play with the cock rings that stiffen and expand his girth.
Such a fascinating body part. The other girls have absolutely no idea.
I slide my palm from the base to the top, feeling the bands shift beneath my touch. Drakar’s heart is hammering in his chest and I lean back against him, moving to straddle on strong leg so I can better reach his dick.
Plus, it’s kind of convenient that I can masturbate on his thigh.
The others are busy talking. I tip my pelvis, rubbing my bare pussy subtly against his hard muscles. He tightens his leg, and I’m sure I leave a trail of silken juice.
I trace the veins as they protrude along the surface of his shaft. The seam where his head connects feels bumpy, but is soft as silk. The cock rings jiggle along, as if they’re filled with yummy, tiny marbles. I love the way they feel when they squirm around deep inside me.
My hand slides over his cock, pumping it slowly under the water. I explore his length, from the base to the tip, and hear as he slowly expels his breath. The man’s huge. I rub along each cock ring, teasing him between the long, sure strokes of his length. Further down, I caress his balls, squishing them gently together and releasing, the way I’d like to with my mouth. It gives me so much pleasure.
Through it all, Drakar’s not saying a word, merely letting me play. The others continue to talk, ignoring us. I arch my back so my pelvis tilts forward, dragging my sensitive clit along his thigh. I curl my fingers around the root of his cock and he inhales deeply. He seems most responsive there. He’s so big and thick I can’t even touch my fingertips on the other side. That makes for amazing sex.
His cock jerks against my hand. He’s not as impassive as he’s trying to pretend, so I tighten my hand and stroke him hard. Just once, so as to not call attention to us.
My man’s composure breaks. A moment later, there’s a splash when he lifts me from the water, and stands, shoving my face against his shoulder as his humongous cock is exposed for all to see. I’m shocked by the sudden movement, but there’s utter silence from the others as he steps from the bathing pool and carries me, stark naked, toward our cave.
I giggle against his throat. “You can’t do that.”
“I just did.”
As we roam naked down the hall, I hear the snickering coming from the others in the pool.
Drakar doesn’t care. All he cares about is getting me to our cave…and quickly. He bursts inside and closes the covering over the opening. He twists me around so I’m straddling him now. It’s very intimate and I shiver when my open pussy rubs against his taut stomach. His hands grip my hips and his fingers dig into my flesh as he rubs me against him. Somehow he manages to twist around so I’m against the wall. It feels cool on my back.
I wrap my arms around his neck and cling. My mouth finds his and our kisses are rough, our tongues fighting each other.
The look in his eyes is wild.
“I want you so bad. I crave you, your scent, your touch, your taste.”
“I crave your cock. I’m soaked and ready to take every inch.”
Drakar snarls and lifts me just enough for his beautiful erection to prod against my core. I’m so slick my labia peels apart and he pushes inside.
I groan against his neck.
“Is it too much?”
“Oh, hell no. Keep going. All the way. Feels so good,” I mutter.
Once his erection is buried deep inside me, he begins a rapid, rough rhythm of plunging into me with a quick brutal stroke. His strength is astounding as he lifts me up and down his body with ease.
The way he’s moving against me feels incredible, in a fast, bucking rhythm as harsh as their land. He hammers into me without pause and there’s so much pleasure in my body. It’s not long before everything tightens and I come, crying out his name. Every muscle in his body is strained and he thrusts wildly into me before his heated seed floods my womb.
Our movements slow to nothing, and I rest against the wall. He’s breathing hard into my neck, pressing kisses onto my neck and shoulder. Before long, he takes us over to the nest and I whimper when he pulls out while my pussy still clenches him tight.
“Shh,” he comforts and gets a cloth, dipping it in the water bowl to soothe the ravaged flesh between my thighs. Even the cool rag makes me shiver, I’m so sensitive.
But tired. I yawn, and soon I’m so exhausted, I sleep.
It’s still dark when a warm kiss presses to the back of my neck.
“Mmm,” I murmur, knowing Drakar’s scent.
“I’ll be back later this morning. When you’re ready to get up, go visit my mother for a follow up.”
I mumble something else. He laughs and tells me there are clothes laid out for me.
Around an hour later, I wake fully. At least, I think it’s been an hour. We don’t really know around here. It’s not like there’s a clock on the wall and because I’m in a cave, there’s no sunlight unless I go to the main room where there are natural skylights.
A bowl of water sits in a clay pot on a wooden stand. I use a bit of fur dipped into it to clean up with, washing the girly parts. After all, I’ll be seeing the medicine woman today and I’m not sure what all she’ll be doing. I spot the clothing he’s set out for me. It’s a long skirt with slits on both sides for walking. The top is a halter type, and it’s made of leather. The halter at least keeps my boobs manageable, especially as it’s gathered directly underneath them for support.
I wander outside our private litt
le cave and down the hallway that leads into the main section.
Chapter Ten
Tessa and Cammie are sitting in the main area, at the giant table. They’ve been given clothes, too. The styles aren’t too far different from mine. A few blue people sit with them, showing them food to eat. Naturally, they’re having a hard time communicating with the two.
“Good morning, Pocahontas.” Tessa grins, staring at my leather outfit.
“Where are Lucie and Valencia?” I ask.
“Hmmph. With their guys, I imagine,” Tessa answers. I can’t help but think she sounds a bit jealous.
“My queen—” says one of the blue barbarian females.
“Just call me Niki,” I say.
Her eyes grow wide.
“Neekie, I am trying to explain to the two that my name is Vesha. Instead, they believe what they are eating is a Vesha.”
“Vesha?” Tessa says. “It’s okay, I guess. Kind of sweet. Maybe has a dried fruit mixed in.”
“Vesha isn’t the cake-thing you’re eating. It’s her name.”
“Oh.” Tessa’s cheeks grow red as she nods to Vesha. “Sorry about that,” she mumbles.
I translate.
“It is so much easier with you here.” Vesha sighs.
She hands me a little breakfast cake to nibble on. “What is it?” I ask. “Besides a Vesha.” I grin at my own joke, and she chuckles.
“They are berries that grow on a bush. We dry them and they sweeten with age. They are good to mix into the dry cakes. The cake itself is called riaggota. It is primarily a breakfast food.”
I explain to the girls what the cake thing is really called. And then I scarf mine, having worked up an appetite from the amazing Drakar-sex the night before.
Just then, my mother-in-law enters the eating room. “Niki, if you are done, will you come see me?”
“Of course.”
I rise and follow her out of the main area, because there’s no way I’ll be able to find her hut by myself.
“Where is Drakar?” I ask her.
“The hunters have gone to find food,” she says. “We dry it this time of year. During the winter season, we hunt and the meat will keep in the snow. We have a cave dedicated for this. It has no roof on top, so the snow is able to drift in. We stack the kills on the sides, so it is easy to grab.”
“A freezer,” I murmur.
“Is that what it is called on your planet?”
“Sort of.”
We enter her hut, and there’s a barbarian lying on the bed.
“I wish to show you how healing is done. One day, you will take over.”
“Um, don’t I have to have the gift or something?”
She smiles in an eerie, all-knowing kind of way. “You already do. It is the responsibility of being the reverent queen. Perhaps my son should have explained mating to you.”
“We were kind of busy trying to stay alive at the time.”
She nods and shows me her serene smile again.
We move over to the man on the table. “Hold your palms flat to hover over him. It will feel tingly when you find an area that is out of alignment with sickness or disease.”
I try, but I don’t feel anything.
“It takes practice,” she says. “I feel the problem is in his gut. He may have a parasite. We will send healing energy to the area, and then we will mix a tea for him to drink for a week. The tea will help him to expel the sickness.”
Gross.
This time she holds my hands with hers over his belly. “I feel it.”
She nods and calmly says, “Close your eyes and concentrate.” She lightly hums and the sound reverberates off the walls. “Try it with me.”
I match my pitch to hers, and it’s surprisingly easy. The sound rumbles in my chest and actually feels good. We do this for a while, until my throat starts to feel dry. Finally, we’re done and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I know,” she murmurs, and takes me to a back wall where she mixes herbs into a small pot. “This one will immobilize the specimen inside him. You add this herb also, but just a pinch. It helps him to pass his food easier. When the parasite is numbed, it cannot hold on to him and will eventually move from the body. This one will calm his nerves. He will take this tea every day for three days.”
She returns to the patient and explains the tea to him. He nods and thanks us both profusely, though I didn’t really do anything.
“That is your first lesson,” she tells me. “We will tackle one every day. Come, let me show you where the healing herbs are grown.”
We make our way out of the cave. Some of the human women see us walking outside and tag along, so Lachlana hands them baskets and small bone knives.
She takes us around the cave areas, to the back. She shows us the smaller huts that serve as storage during the winters. Along the back wall, the herbs are grown.
“This is the area of full sunlight. We grow the herbs all throughout the warm season, and dry them for winter use.” She pulls out a small piece from one of the plants. “This one is added to the soapcakes to clean and nourish your skin. It also softens.” I sniff it and sure enough, it has the gentle smell of the soapcakes.
I translate for the girls so they know what’s going on.
“This one smells good. Does she want me to gather some?” Jillian asks.
I ask Lachlana, and she nods at Jillian, then gestures for Jezebel to begin trimming on another bush. We practice repeating the names of each plant.
Our baskets slowly fill. Our hands are getting tired and we keep flexing our fingers. Lachlana takes us to a rock ledge which has been modified to have sides all around it. “This is where we dry the herbs,” she says. “They are protected in case of a sudden wind.”
A horn sounds. “What is that?” Jezebel asks.
“Lachlana?” I ask my mother-in-law.
“Hmm? Oh, the horn pipe? It signals the arrival of the hunters.”
“The guys are back,” I tell the human girls.
We all look longingly toward the front of the caves.
Lachlana smiles. “Go on,” she tells us. “Go greet them with the rest.”
We jump up and head to the front. Several other tribespeople are heading toward the yard also. I spot Drakar immediately, and he holds his arms open. Soon I’m wrapped in a strong hug, and I cling to his neck. “I missed you,” I say, pressing kisses to his neck. He tastes slightly salty from sweat, and smells like the wind. He’s completely male.
“I missed you, too. I thought of you all day.”
Several of the hunters are carrying poles with huge animals strung by the feet. “Successful day?”
“Very. These will smoke overnight and tomorrow’s feast will be plentiful.”
“Tomorrow the girls learn to plant vegetables. Your mother mentioned the mehkyakki.”
He nodded. “When the first snow falls, we busy ourselves making bricks of ice. They are placed around the areas you plant, and create an icehouse. As the snow falls, we wet the bricks. Eventually the walls grow so cold, the inside is kept warmer than the outside. The winter plants are then able to grow in our cold months.”
“Really? So you have vegetables year round?”
He nods. “They are not as plentiful, of course. Not like those that grow wild. But we are able to supplement our diet this way.”
“There’s a lot to learn.”
“There will also be a trip the beach to gather salt for the winter storage,” he says. “There has only been one year when we did not have enough salt. We have not made that mistake since.”
“When is that trip?” I ask, longing for a trip to the beach.
“It will be soon. The seasons will change in another month.”
“Will I go with you?”
He stops to think about it. “It will be a nice outing to show the humans. I’m sure the hunters would like to show many of the females the trip. I will consider it. We may have to leave earlier, though. Perhaps in the next few days. You wi
ll travel slower than us.”
“Rub it in.”
My barbarian grins. “There are benefits to having humans around. My men are not as sullen as they are when we are alone. Plus they bathe more often.”
* * * * *
The next morning, we’re gathered in the main hall, waiting for the reverent mother. She laughs when she sees how eager we are.
There are a few blue women, too. Vesha, who was on duty for breakfast yesterday morning. Everyone seems to have assigned jobs. As soon as the humans are trained, I imagine we’ll have our jobs to do, too.
Different hunters went out early to hunt for this day’s meal, and Rayhaan is among those gone. I think Lucie misses him, her eyes keep straying to the main gate. Because Rayhaan goes, Drakar follows. The two men missed each other during Drakar’s captivity and are making up for lost time.
We head to the inner perimeter of the walls. The men have blocked off sections, and Lachlana explains to us that we must stay within the sections. The trenches outside fenced off areas later will later be filled with the ice bricks as the weather grows colder, keeping the interior warm.
“They basically create an igloo greenhouse,” I tell the girls. “The plants must stay warm enough inside to grow.”
“Don’t they need sunlight?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. We’re not in Kansas anymore.”
The sun grows higher in the sky as we work, and it gets hot in our long leather skirts. Eventually, we tie knots in the length, shortening them to make miniskirts. The barbarian women giggle and follow our lead, and we’re all half naked.
“I imagine one day we’ll get to wearing loincloths.” Jezebel looks envious as she stares at the men. Several are working at picking fruits off tall trees.
“Sewing class tomorrow,” I call out to Lachlana, and she laughs.
“You humans will introduce all new things to us. Imagine, women wearing loincloths,” Vesha says.
I glance at Jezebel. Oh, we have every intention of wearing shorter skirts.
Because there are so many of us planting, the gardens don’t take as long as they normally would. We finish and Vesha takes us back inside to find the sewing room. We wipe sweat off the backs of our necks, and decide to shorten our skirts. I realize why it’s used as a sewing room. It has the largest of the skylights.