by Rena Marks
“You are delicious, Niki,” he mutters. I can feel the vibrations in his chest as he speaks. He circles my clit with his tongue, round and round until I’m squirming. I pull up the tube top, so it rests on top of my breasts, and exposes my nipples. He reaches up and plays with them at the same time he’s eating me out.
“Drakar,” I scream, and then I’m coming hard. He rises up and pulls the skirt down my hips, then kisses my bare belly. He’s lying alongside me now, with his weight supported by his forearms. He presses more scorching kisses up to my breasts, and then a hot, wet tongue licks alongside the underside of my breast. He captures a nipple between his teeth. I feel the length of his cock pressing up against my leg and the rings feel rock hard. He’s rotating his hips, masturbating himself on my leg. I’m so turned on I can barely stand it, and I just came.
“Baby, please,” I moan.
He wriggles to insert his hips between my spread legs and then the tip of his cock butts up against the seam of my pussy. I tilt my hips up and he slides in the barest inch. He pushes in a little more and then latches his mouth onto my neck, as if to muffle a groan. I understand completely. He feels so good it’s indescribable. He inserts himself a little more, up to the first ring and then I feel the magical sliding begin as the rings move around. I clasp his ass with the back of my feet, and push him the rest of the way in. Complete bliss as the rings shift and slide.
He’s lost control at this point and begins thrusting uncontrollably. I love it, the unique scent of his warm skin, the light sheen of sweat that makes him glow even bluer.
“I don’t know how such a tiny female can have such control over me,” he growls, his mouth near my ear.
“The miniskirt turns you on,” I say. “Fuck me harder.”
He complies, and I caress the muscles in his back and ass as they move.
He’s close, I can feel it by the way he moves. My sheath tightens around him and I can feel each ring of his cock as they move within me. I clench and unclench and he groans.
“Say my name,” he snarls.
“Drakar,” I moan, and it sounds throaty and kind of sexy.
“Again,” he growls, and thrusts harder.
“Drakar. Drakar. Drakar. My mate,” I whisper into his ear and it’s too much for me. I gasp and explode around his delicious cock.
He shudders and groans, and his entire body trembles as he comes.
He collapses, rolling us over with our bodies still connected. I’m draped over him and his fingertips skim over my back, lightly caressing the swell of my buttocks.
“I love you so much,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
We relax for a bit, and then use a cloth to clean off. As we dress, Drakar asks if I would like to relax with him in the bathing pool.
I nod, and he kisses my forehead before taking my hand.
The ladies are in the hot tub when Drakar and I arrive. We’re holding hands like lovesick teenagers. Not surprising, the hunters are there also. Even the reverent mother is in.
Lachlana sighs and gets up to leave just as we enter the cave.
She leans in to kiss Drakar’s cheek, and then bends down to kiss mine. “I will be glad when more of our hunters mate,” she whispers. “These courting rituals are exhausting.”
I laugh, because it’s true. The blue guys are positively goofy around the girls.
“Funny thing is,” she says. “They never use the hot pool in the summer. They always bathe in the cold river. Now that the women gather here, however…” she mutters to herself as she wanders off.
“Welcome back,” Jezebel says dryly.
Tessa snickers, but I don’t care. I’ve still got big blue sex endorphins swimming through me. Drakar begins explaining to the men about tomorrow’s trip to the ocean, so I explain to the ladies.
“Once a year before the seasons change, they replenish their salt stores for winter. And girls, it’s time. Who wants to go see the ocean?”
“An ocean? Are you fricken kidding? I’m in.”
“Me too.”
“The hunters are going along?”
I nod.
Jezebel’s eyes gleam and she eyeballs one of the guys.
“Down, girl.” I whisper.
“Seriously,” she whispers back, and I’m not sure why since none of the men know English. “Maca’s ass is a-mazing.”
“Is that why you sit across from him?”
“That part’s amazing, too.” Her eyes gleam with a wicked light.
“I don’t know if it’s because we’re suddenly in demand, or if it’s just time for horniness to set in, but they’re looking really good,” Monica says.
“I hear ya,” Cammie says. “I could do every one of them. At the same time.”
“They kind of grow on you,” Lucie says, and her eyes are on Rayhaan.
“I’d like one of them to drape on me,” Monica says and meows. That catches the attention of the guys who are talking. They turn to stare at us, wondering who made the godawful sound. We all look down and around. No one wants to be called on to explain what a meow is, and the only three that’ll be called on to explain it is me, Lucie, or Valencia.
“Nice going,” Valencia hisses.
“So embarrassing,” I mutter.
The bell that signals dinner begins to sound, so we all start to move out of the pool. The females still avoid looking at each other, though I notice a couple of eyes glued to some dangly blue body parts. We all slowly dress, because we’re distracted by checking out the guys.
“I see where they are looking,” Drakar says.
Valencia and Lucie avert their eyes and peer up at the ceiling. I grin, and we walk our usual way outside, my arm wrapped around his waist.
“Is everyone coming tomorrow?” he asks.
“You betcha.”
We stand in line outside, where everyone is gathered to grab a plate of food. When we are dished up, we head over to join Lucie and Rayhaan. The conversation is light, but I can hardly keep up. I pick at my food. Even though I’ve taken a nap today, I’m still exhausted.
* * * * *
Drakar:
My Niki has fallen asleep in my lap. I take her plate from her to save for later. Lucie looks worried. “What is it?” I ask her.
“She napped earlier today.”
From across the yard, I see my mother watching. I signal for her to come over. Her face looks solemn.
“Nothing seems to be helping,” I say.
She nods. “She should not transfer any more tongues. The weakness that it causes is not worth it.”
“We’re to take a trip tomorrow to the salt stores for winter.”
“Take your trip anyway, my son,” she says. “It’s early enough that you may travel slow.” She doesn’t say it, but I know she’s thinking that if this is all I have left to enjoy my mate, I should embrace every moment.
Like the first time she collapsed when she transferred language to Valencia, Niki seems nearly dead. I carry her across the yard, and there is silence from the others as her head lolls back. I press my lips together.
Once we reach our cave, I place her tenderly on our nest. I carefully braid her hair, so that it may rest without tangling. I undress her small body. In one of my woven baskets, I keep a lotion my mother makes from the tallow of the krinyon beast. It softens the skin and I massage it into her muscles. I tell myself it is to stimulate blood flow to her limbs, but I know the truth is I want to touch my mate. I want to know her body as intimately as my own. She is beautiful, this tiny being. Her skin is pink instead of blue. The only blue on her skin is the traces of blue veins on some parts of her pale body. In fact some parts are paler than others. Her generous breasts, and the globes of her ass. I realize suddenly the reason for the pale skin is that it has not been touched by the sun. It dawns on me this is why humans are so shy with nudity. They do not expose their bodies to even the healing rays of the sunlight.
Why, I do not know. My tiny Niki is luscious. I love the so
ft, swollen feel of her breasts and ass. It is so different from the muscle of our own people. Our women do not have such weighty curves.
I move to a slim ankle and rotate it carefully. Her bones look so delicate. I must watch my strength around my small mate. Though, she took me most bravely last night. Never have I lost such control with another. Niki seemed just as frantic with our coupling. I am glad the mating has not been one-sided.
Her tiny toes are like buttons, and more of the blue has fallen away. I wonder how it had been placed there, and why it does not last on my planet. I carefully rub the lotion into these.
When my mate is soft and shiny, and smells like the flower my mother uses to scent her lotion, I strip my own clothing and gather her into my arms. I hold her close, and still, she never moves.
I try not to worry, but my stomach is in knots.
* * * * *
Niki:
I feel when Drakar rises and I sit up in our nest also.
“Is it time already?” I mumble. I don’t remember much of last night. He must have put me to bed.
“It is time, Niki.”
“I’ll just get dressed.”
We dress quietly and head out to the main yard. Most everyone else is gathered, the men packing up their bags and the humans looking dazed with the earliness of the morning. But it’s all right to move slow, because it’s still not light enough to raise the front gate. We have torches lit around the walls, so the men can see what they’re doing.
The hunters tease us until we slowly wake fully.
“Are you this lazy on your planet?” Rayhaan asks arrogantly.
Lucie’s cheeks turn pink and she looks like she’s about to fire something off at him, but I simply answer, “Yes.”
And there’s nothing left for him to say.
When the glorious red of the sun rises over the horizon, two of the Blaedonian guards come out to lift the gates.
“It’s so beautiful,” Valencia whispers. Atareek tucks her hair behind her ear. He’s so smitten, it’s pathetic.
The hunters pull the boulder away, and our party heads out.
Thankfully, we don’t have a bone-breaking pace this time. The trip is much more enjoyable now that we’re all getting along. The women have learned that the barbarians aren’t so scary, and this time we wear real moccasins. They’re soft and form fitting, and while the temporary sandals weren’t bad, these are made for travel. Of course, it helps that we also wear short skirts. Not with the heat factor, but because it’s changed the mood. The women are flirtier and the men are happier with the attention.
We walk in two’s, sometimes a couple of women together, sometimes a man with a woman. We agree to snack during the day without stopping—except to pee—so we can enjoy a more satisfying dinner in the evening when we’re settled in a cave. The first day brings us to a cave near a river.
Surprisingly, we’re not as exhausted as we should be. It’s either the excitement of the trip, or we’re getting more used to manual labor. After all, we’ll probably never see a car again.
The men roll the boulder from the cave and then they head off to the river to hunt seafood for our meal. We promise to start a roaring fire.
One of the smarter hunters gets us to promise not to get into the sulphur pools without them.
It makes several of the ladies giggle.
“Here’s a broom,” Cammie says. The caves aren’t terribly unused, so there’s not a lot of clean-up, but she gives it a good sweeping anyway.
Valencia and Jezebel work on getting the fire going. I’m surprised they know how. I must be missing out on quite a few lessons while I sleep the afternoons away.
“What else are you guys learning?” I ask.
“Cammie, Gigi, and Valencia went to the river with the group of ladies to wash clothes. They designate two days a week for a washing party to go. They literally sit on giant boulders in the river and scrub the leathers on the rocks.”
“Really? Does the paint stay on the clothing?”
“Yes. Though you turn the clothes inside out to wash.”
Now I know the answer to washing. The rest of the girls and I go to work on preparing the nests in a sleeping cave.
“I imagine Rayhaan will be forcing himself into your nest,” I say to Lucie. She gives me a surly look, even as Jillian laughs.
“Why don’t you try taming him?” she asks Lucie.
“What do you mean?”
“Give him small, sexual rewards for giving you what you want. For instance, if you don’t want him to feed you, promise him a hand job if he’ll leave you alone.”
Personally, I think it’s ridiculous, but Lucie looks intrigued. “That’s not half bad,” she says.
“Who doesn’t want to be fed?” I ask, perplexed. Is she going to starve?
“That’s not the point,” Lucie says. “If I allow him to feed me, he assumes he owns me. You give him and inch and he takes a mile. Therefore, I’ll keep him happy with small tidbits as long as I get my way in the long run.”
I shrug. To me, they’re both going to get their way. She’s going to be blowing him every night and he’ll keep feeding her, because what else is she going to do? Go hunting herself? It’s almost comical, but I can’t wait to see what happens with those two.
“It’s already starting to get dark,” Jillian says. “I hope the guys make it back on time.”
The girls sound worried, like they’re really beginning to care for the barbarians. “Of course they will. They’ve lived on this planet their entire lives. They know exactly how long it takes to get from the river to this cave.”
Sure enough, we hear sounds outside as they approach. Tessa removes the inner screen we’ve latched into place and one by one, the hunters roll in.
The bags they carry contain the meat already prepped. They’ve done any icky stuff like deboning over at the river for easier clean-up.
“I’m glad to see you have gated yourselves in,” Drakar says, kissing my forehead as a couple of the hunters roll the inner boulder across the mouth of the cave.
“We’re learning.”
The bags contain white fish flesh cut into steaks. There are also legs of some creature.
“Ooh, crab legs,” Lucie says. “Except they’re green.”
One of the hunters is showing us how to use a long, flat stone to spread the steaks on, and place in on a ledge over the fire pit. Another one has gotten a pot filled with salt water to heat to a boil. I assume it’s for the crab legs.
“I wonder how they made a pot,” Jezebel says. She’s standing near a shelf where more of the pots are displayed. “Ohmigod,” she says. “I can’t believe it.”
“What is it?” Tessa asks.
“They’re not pots. They’re skulls.”
We scramble to the shelf and sure enough, they are some unfortunate creature’s skull.
“They can’t be,” I say. “Where are the eye sockets? Drakar?”
Drakar moves over to me. “This is the Grecyarn. It does not have eyes like ours. It has feelers and that is how it sees. It does not come out during the day; it is one of the night monsters.”
“Then how do you kill it for the skull?”
“Every now and again, we will find one in the morning dying, when the sun has risen and the rest of the creatures flee before they can feast on the flesh. It is then that we use the skulls and other body parts.”
“No eyeballs,” I tell the girls. “It sees with feelers.”
“I guess we’ll never see half of these creatures if they come out at night.”
“Probably not.” Though I know the safety of this, the Curious George in me is a little sad.
“There is something a little different tonight,” Drakar says. “We will spread out our nests. Many of the hunters wish to bunk down with a female.” He grins. “To protect you in case of night terrors.”
I smile. “Already thought of that.” Though, not the nightmare reasoning. “I’ve spread out the nests further apart in the sle
eping cave.” It’s larger in there and we don’t have to huddle together. Hopefully if a couple choose to get it on, it’ll be a bit more private.
He smiles. “You are a smart mate.”
“I’m not just another pretty face.”
He grunts and leans toward me for a kiss.
It’s interesting to watch the interactions before bed. Everyone seems unsure of how to proceed. Finally, Jezebel yawns loudly, gets up and moves to a nest. Maca looks crestfallen.
She turns and looks over her shoulder, and then jerks her head for him.
He jumps up to follow her, like a lovesick puppy.
Just like that, the ice is broken. Couples pair up, and each hunter takes a woman to the nests, leaving Rayhaan and Lucie alone with me and Drakar.
“Okay, then,” she whispers.
I smile gently.
“Loosh? May I please take you to your furs?” Rayhaan asks.
Good Lord, the man is finally learning. Lucie looks directly at him.
“Yes, you may.”
He swoops her up in his big arm and carries her over to a corner of the room. I’m not quite sure she was agreeing to being carried, but she’s not protesting.
Drakar offers me his hand, and he pulls me to my feet. We head to our nest and he quenches the lantern above us. The room is plunged into instant darkness.
He tucks me into our furs, since I can’t see a thing in the dark. And then sets to work on tugging my skirt down. My tube top goes up over my head and as I reach for him, he’s already undone his loincloth.
All around us are soft sounds of rustling. I can only imagine what’s going on in some of the furs. It’s kind of a turn-on.
Drakar cups my breast with his large hand. He strokes my nipple which has pebbled instantly.
“Shh,” he whispers into my ear. Very slowly, he moves his hand down over my ribcage, across my belly and to the soft hair between my legs. His finger is huge and he trails it between my lips. It feels amazing and I’m instantly excited.
I try hard to muffle my groans, but his big, fat finger breaches my body. He pushes into me and I drag air into my lungs as I inhale deeply. Before I can gasp, he covers my mouth with his other hand, and it feels wicked. A reminder to be very, very quiet in a cave full of other people.