by Ruby Dixon
Ohgodohgodohgod. “K’thar, wait,” I whimper. “I need to come down. I’m too sensitive—”
But he doesn’t understand me. Of course he doesn’t. Or maybe he doesn’t care. Arms locked around my thighs to anchor my hips against him, he leans down and licks me with a long, slow taste.
I bite down on my finger to keep from screaming out his name. Sensation rockets through me, and I feel like my entire body is turning inside out. I’ve never felt so much all at once. I want him to stop, and I want him to keep going. He licks my folds and my toes curl. My hands go to his hair as he hefts one of my knees over his shoulder and begins to use his tongue with even more force. He takes his time to explore my folds, and then pushes the tip of his tongue against my core.
My moans turn into gasps, and I cling to him. I feel a sliver of disappointment when he moves away from my core, leaving me aching and hollow. But a moment later, his tongue drags over my still-incredibly-sensitive clit, and then he begins to feast on me.
This time, I can’t help the loud cry that escapes my throat.
One hand—god, he has so many—reaches up and he presses his fingers against my lips. I suck on them, whimpering, because I’m so full of need. I can’t help my body’s reaction to his intense licking—my hips buck against his face in my urgency. I can feel him chuckle, but he doesn’t stop. He only licks me harder, his hands tight around my thighs.
And then I’m coming all over again, wet and hot and all around his face. My body arches like a bow and still he doesn’t stop licking me, not until I’ve shuddered and cried out a third time.
I stare up at the dark forest canopy overhead. I feel…replete. No, more than replete. It’s like all of the strength in my body has been drained, and it was sucked right out of my pussy by the alien between my thighs. I lift my head to glance over at him and his eyes are shining, the look on his face smug and pleased. Yeah, he should be pleased. I’m pretty sure every bird, reptile, and alien in a three-mile radius just heard me coming my brains out. That is definitely going to make breakfast tomorrow rather awkward when I see the others.
Three orgasms, one after the other. I’m going to need to take up cardio to keep up with this man’s tongue. My legs feel like they’ve run three miles and all they’ve done is clench his head between my thighs. Gah.
Of course, I can’t complain. I’d be a fool to complain. That was amazing. Hands everywhere, tongue everywhere…my toes curl just thinking about it again.
“K’thar Llo,” the big guy murmurs and licks his tongue along the inside of my thigh.
I shiver, because I can see the heat and need in his eyes. “Wait,” I breathe, wriggling my way out of his grip. An idea has hit me and I’m rather excited about it. I want to turn the tables on him…. If he liked my reaction to his touch, I’m sure I’ll enjoy his reaction to mine. I put a hand to his chest and slide away, closing my trembling thighs. “Enough with Lo for now. Let’s talk about K’thar.”
He reaches for me, but I shake my head and caress his face, smiling at him. “My turn. Lo’s K’thar.”
His eyes narrow and his khui purrs even louder. Yeah, he likes that idea.
I get to my feet and take his hand in mine, indicating he should do the same. He does, and then I get to gaze at all delicious six feet plus of the guy. I put my hand on his pectoral, feeling his heart beat and his khui “sing,” and it feels like a magical moment.
He blew my mind, now it’s my turn to blow his. The thought’s an enticing one. How many times has K’thar looked at me with hot eyes and held me for a little bit longer than he should have? It’s my turn to pay attention to his need…and to thank him for four very, very good orgasms.
And, well, have a little fun myself.
The thought of touching him any way I want to is exciting. It makes me press my thighs together with anticipation and my body flushes all over again. I can tell he’s excited, too, though it’s not hard to see that. He’s panting, his massive shoulders heaving, and his fists are clenching at his side, as if it’s taking all of his strength not to reach out and grab me and throw me back down into the leaves again for another round.
Much as that round would be amazing, I want him to have some amazing, too. So I smile up at him. “I’m going to teach you how to kiss first. Can we do that?”
He tilts his head, and I can tell he’s mentally sifting through my words, trying to match them up with the bits and pieces of each other’s language that we’ve learned.
“Kiss,” I say helpfully, and slide my hand to the back of his neck, then press my body up against his. My breasts push against his chest and one of his arms goes to my waist, locking me against him. I shake my head, keeping my expression playful. “My turn to run things, sweetheart. And we’re starting with a kiss.”
“Ks,” he agrees, and puts his hand behind my neck, just like I’m doing to him.
I want to close my eyes and lean against that big hand, because he can cup the entire back of my head in his palm, and it’s a strangely erotic feeling. I can’t get distracted, though, and he’s the very best at distracting me. I lean in, tugging him toward me. “Kiss,” I whisper again. “It’s my favorite.”
Well, it was my favorite before oral. I might have a new favorite. But this one can be a classic. I’m good with that.
He watches me closely, his eyes open even as I move in and put my mouth on his. He goes completely still under me, as if trying to figure out what I’m doing.
So I lean in and lightly press my lips to his. It’s clear he doesn’t know how to kiss. He purses his mouth and waits, as if trying to figure out what I’m doing so he can mimic it. That’s oddly sweet and kind of funny at the same time.
Of course, his reaction just makes me want to do more. I want to shock him. Push his limits—or even just see what they are. I lean closer and lick him, right on the mouth.
The breath hisses from between his teeth. “Ks?”
“Not quite,” I murmur, my voice throaty with the power I have over him. “Let me finish showing you. Kiss,” I say again, and then press my mouth over his. This time, I make it a deeper kiss. Instead of caressing his lips with mine, I slant my mouth over his and flick my tongue against the seam of his mouth. When he opens up for me, I stroke against his, sliding my tongue along the side of his. Then I slowly break away and give him a breathless look. “Kiss.”
He growls low and his arms lock around my waist. One hand cups the back of my head harder and then his mouth is on mine again, and we’re kissing with all the intense passion I’ve been hoping for. K’thar’s a fast learner, because he takes over the kiss, and what he lacks in finesse, he makes up for in enthusiasm. God, is there ever enthusiasm. He’s kissing me so fiercely that I can feel my body responding, my cootie humming its pleasure. Every lick into my mouth feels as if he’s licking me between my thighs again and it’s as maddening as it is incredible. I’ve lost control of the kiss, but I don’t mind.
When we finally break apart, my mouth feels like it’s tingling and we’re both panting hard. He gazes down at me and skims a thumb over my lower lip. “Ks.”
I nod, dazed. “Yeah, that’s what it is.” Though calling what we experienced just now a mere kiss seems inadequate.
I want to do more, before he completely distracts me. I slide my hand down his chest and then even lower, boldly caressing his cock. “Kiss here?”
K’thar’s eyes grow hooded and I can hear the barest groan escape him.
“That’s not a no,” I whisper, and slide to my knees, kneeling in front of him, my hands still on his cock. “In fact, that just might be a yes.”
“Yes,” he murmurs thickly.
Yup, thought so. I feel an intense sweep of pleasure over the control I have right now. I’m the one on my knees, but I’m the one in charge of the situation. It’s a heady, intense feeling and I can see why people get so addicted to being in charge. His reactions to my touches make everything twice as pleasurable.
I gently cup his sac, exploring
him with my fingers. His skin is soft here, and impossibly hot. As I gaze at his body in the shadows, he seems to be turning the same color as my skin. Fascinating. Is he camouflaging to me because I’m touching him or because he’s trying to please me? Either way, I’m into it. I wrap my other hand around his length and squeeze, learning his body. His cock is incredibly thick. Not that I’ve had a lot of experiences with cocks (as in, none) but watching porn online didn’t prepare me for the size of an alien boyfriend. When I squeeze, my fingers don’t close all the way around him, and the length of him is larger than anticipated.
But all of the other humans stranded here are blissfully happy and pregnant, so I’m guessing alien dick is big in the “yay” sort of way instead of the “oh crap” sort of way. And with that knob on top, I’m pretty sure he’s going to hit me in all the right spots. That’s…kind of exciting.
Okay, a lot exciting.
First, though, it’s my turn to have some fun. I glance up at him and notice he’s watching me with intent, focused eyes, as if nothing else in the world matters. I smile up at him, and then reach out and casually lick the head of his cock. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but there are things you just know at your core, and I guess I know how to be a tease.
“L’ren,” he breathes, caressing my face.
My cootie’s rumbling like a lawnmower in my chest, and his is so loud I’m surprised no one’s yelling up at us to keep it down. Then again, if my screaming a few minutes ago didn’t wake anyone up, I’m guessing that they’re pretending not to hear. That works for me, because I’m not stopping until this man—alien—comes.
I know that blowjobs involve sucking and stroking, so I try to figure out the best way to do both. With my hands, I explore his length, feeling along his skin. He’s scorchingly hot here, and the faint, spicy musk of his scent fills my nose. I like the smell of him, and I don’t think I’ve ever said that about a guy before. Probably the cootie, but I don’t care. I just know that so far, I like everything about him. I lick along the head of his cock, exploring him with my tongue. Pre-cum slicks the head, and I lap it up, over and over again, but there’s always more. I like his taste, though. He’s thick and smooth along his shaft, but there’s a hard ridge along the top of his cock, as if the skin is thicker there. It’s unusual and I’m pretty sure it’s not standard in Earth equipment, but what is?
I think I’m doing pretty well at pleasuring him, though. The noises K’thar makes are those of a man about to lose control, and his hand keeps touching my face, my hair, anywhere he can. He whispers things to me that I don’t even pretend to understand, and all the while, I love on his cock with my mouth and my hands.
“L’ren,” he pants, and pulls me away from him when I try to suck on the head of his cock. “L’ren.”
“Are you going to come?” I whisper, taking his length in my hand and rubbing my face against his length. I just love touching him. It doesn’t matter how, just that it’s pleasurable to do so. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
He shakes his head and pulls away, and I can feel the tension in his body. He doesn’t want me touching him? I reach for him again. If I can come on his face, he can come on mine. “K’thar,” I murmur, my voice throaty and soft. “Yes.”
K’thar closes his eyes and groans as if tormented.
I decide to take the initiative. I reach out and caress him again, moving my fingers up and down his length in a light, fluttery caress.
The breath hisses from his throat and then he grabs one of my hands, wrapping it around his erection and then pumping his length with it. Fascinated, I watch as he works my hand over his cock, up and down. In a matter of seconds he comes, and hot, sticky semen glazes my hand, the proof of his release. He closes his eyes and breathes my name again, his pumping slowing to a languid stroke. Then, he releases my hand with a deep sigh and gives me the most sleepy, satisfied look I think I’ve ever seen on his face.
I love seeing that expression on him.
He pulls me to my feet, takes a handful of leaves, and carefully wipes my hand clean. Then, with a caress of my cheek, he lies back down on the leaves and indicates I should join him.
I guess…we’re not mating tonight. I’m surprised, but I’m also pleased he remembered that I wanted to wait.
Of course, in a few more days, I might not want to wait at all. Then again, I’m enjoying the bedplay we’ve done so far that it feels like there’s no rush. My cootie purrs, reminding me otherwise. It still wants a mating.
As K’thar pulls my exhausted body into the circle of his arms, I realize that my cootie’s probably going to get its way sooner rather than later, and I’m pretty okay with that. Sure didn’t take long.
Just…not tonight. Even now, my eyes are sliding closed. The last thing I notice before I drift off to sleep is that K’thar puts a hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy.
Right. He’s holding on to what’s his. The amusing thought carries me off to sleep.
12
K’THAR
I am up before my mate the next morning, and set about making her a fresh loincloth and a cover for her teats while she sleeps. I watch her as I do, pleased at her soft little sighs. Does she dream of me and the way we touched last night?
I have never known such pleasure as what she did with her mouth. Just thinking about it now makes my khui rumble, and I want nothing more than to push between her thighs and lick her cunt until she cries out with her release. I do not, though, because the day will be a long one and she will need her strength. She cannot camouflage, so our travel must be through the branches of the tall trees. Too many kaari stalk the ferns and bushes, as hungry as we are for game that can no longer be found. The canopy will protect us from skyclaw, so it must be the trees. My L’ren only has two arms, and weak ones at that, so our travel will be slow. If I were by myself, I could make it to the rocky cliffs of the Tall Horn camp, but I will not leave my L’ren, not even for a moment.
An earthshake wakes her up, but it is a small one and gone as quickly as it arrives. She dresses in silence, obviously worried, and I cannot resist pressing my mouth to hers in this ks she likes so much. That brings a smile to her face.
We eat a few quick bites and then say our goodbyes to the others. N’dek has Z’hren this day so J’shel can hunt for them. His color is good and he sits up, his bedding fresh. He still has not left his platform, but hopefully in time he will find a way to walk or move about without his leg. Others have done so in the past. It is encouraging to see him being active in our small tribe once more, and I know that L’ren’s presence gives him hope.
N’dek and J’shel have both wanted mates for as long as I have, and I suspect they have high hopes for L’ren’s friend. We shall see.
I am not entirely surprised to see that Fat One stays behind with N’dek and Z’hren. The nightflyer enjoys perching on my shoulder, but lately he has been hovering around the kit, probably because of all the crumbs and bits Z’hren drops when he is chewing on a root or a bit of smoked meat. Even now, the flyer watches the kit suck on his egg hungrily.
I cannot blame him. The kit is the only well-fed one in the tribe. I pretend to eat my dried meat, but slide most of it in into my leather carrying pouch for later, when L’ren will need more food. I have been hungry before and I do not mind being so again. She will need her strength today…and she will need it when she carries my kit.
Just the thought fills me with intense pride.
My little mate is as fierce in her own way as any sakh female. She is not a good climber, not by any means. But she tries, and she tries hard. She does not complain even though the day grows hot and the jungle is so steamy I can see plumes of mist in the air. Her hands sometimes slip on the branches, but I am there to help her, and when the space between trees is too great for her to leap, I carry her on my back.
That does not make the journey easy for either of us, though. By the time we make it to the curve of the island and the cliffs that belong to Tall Horn,
we are both exhausted. I am glad to see the old stone ruins of the ancestors, where R’jaal’s clan retreated to when their lands sank into the sea with the Great Smoking Mountain. I see the walls of their strange homes when we approach, and the leafy, browned thatches of their roofs. It is nothing like our open, airy platforms amidst the trees, but they are close to the water and spend much of their time fishing in the shallows as they did in their old territory.
L’ren makes an exclamation of surprise at the sight of their huts. “Rdosehowsis?”
“That is where the clan of the Tall Horn lives,” I tell her, gesturing at my own normal-sized horns.
She nods, recognizing my words. “Tall Horn,” she repeats, and then adds, “Mrsl?”
“Yes. Come.” I put a hand to the small of her back and guide her forward along the shore.
The camp is deathly quiet. My senses prickle because there should be more noise. Someone repairing flint tools, someone tanning a hide, or fishing with nets. No one comes out to greet us, and there are no fires lit. The woven covers over each flap of the small dwellings are down, and it would be sweltering inside at this time of day. It makes no sense. Either they are all out hunting at once…
Or they are hiding from us.
I growl low in my throat, angry.
L’ren immediately grabs my arm and moves behind me. “Wht? Wtizzit? K’thar?”
“It is all right,” I tell her. My frustration is not at her. It is at R’jaal and his tribe, who have guessed that we would be coming and have hidden themselves. They do not want to give up their female. Unsurprising. Would I not do the same in their situation?
Of course, just thinking about my L’ren in the arms of another makes my temper spike. I put an arm in front of her, shielding her from their view. “Come out,” I call out to them. “I come to talk, not to thieve.”