by Ruby Dixon
“Oh Jesus, that’s not what I meant. I…” She blows a breath out, frustrated. “Okay. Foreplay. That’s like, titty squeezes and stuff. You gotta work a girl up for sex. Make sure she’s good and wet and into it.”
I frown down at her. “You were wet.”
“I know! But—“
“I licked your wetness off of the insides of your thighs. Your cunt was so wet it was dripping—“
Her fingers press my lips together and she looks…embarrassed. “Don’t say such dirty things.”
Dirty? It was beautiful to see all that wetness that I caused. I would drink of her sweet nectar for hours, but she seems uncomfortable with the thought. Humans are strange. “Then tell me,” I insist. “What is a titty squeeze? I do not know these words.”
“Oh lord,” she breathes. “What on earth did that translator teach you?” She pats the top of her chest. “You know, boobs. Breasts. They feel good when you touch them.”
I immediately place a hand over one and give it a caress, then look at her face.
Liz giggles. “Not right now. Before sex, to warm me up. So I’m ready to go.”
“I am ready to go,” I point out to her. My cock is hard and still inside her, and I want to start thrusting again, but I am waiting for her very human signal that this is okay to her. That this is foreplay. So I give her breast another tentative squeeze. “Like so?”
Her brows draw together. “You mean…you want to have sex again?”
“Is that what this means?” I squeeze her breast again.
“No, that’s you honking my tit.”
“That is what you said you wanted!”
She rolls her eyes. “I talk in slang, babe.”
“And now you say I’m a child?” Now I’m offended. “I—“
Her fingers go to my mouth and silence me again. “Babe is an affectionate term for a partner. Don’t your people have words like that? What would you call me?”
“Liz?”
She smacks my chest. “Like a pet name. A nickname that one says out of affection.”
I think for a moment. “Woman?”
She makes an exasperated sound. “You know what? Never mind. Just forget—“
But now I understand what she is asking. “My woman?” I murmur, tilting her head toward me and brushing my lips over the fine line of her jaw. “My Liz?”
I feel a little shiver ripple all through her body, and she quakes deep inside her cunt. “Oh God, you are hard again, aren’t you? I can feel you.” Her khui thrums and resonates louder, and I’m encouraged.
“What other things do humans do for foreplay?” I lick her skin at the spot where her lip meets the little divot below her tiny human nose. It’s soft, so soft.
She sighs softly in my arms and her eyes close. “Kissing is a good one. Stroking. Soft touches. Caresses.”
Ah. So I have been foreplaying her before. I just did not know the word. “I would foreplay you now, Liz. I want your cunt ready for my cock to fill once more.”
“You’re already inside me, so we’ve got that part down,” she says, but she squirms a little against me, as if the reminder of my body buried inside hers is making her fidgety.
My hand is still twined in her hair, and I like that I have her pinned in place. I can tell she likes it, too. Her breath is starting to come in soft, rapid gasps, and when she opens her eyes to gaze at me, she has a sleepy, aroused look in them.
I will foreplay her now, then. She wants kisses? I can give her kisses. It is the mating of the mouth that humans like so much, and that Vektal spoke highly of. I enjoyed it before, too. Liz’s mouth is as soft and smooth as her cunt. So I brush my lips over hers, and when her mouth parts for me, I slick my tongue against hers like stroking my cock deep inside her.
She gasps and moans in response.
I like this. No, I decide. I crave this. My mate is finally in my arms, letting me claim her. There is nothing better in the world. I have never experienced the like, and I intend on being greedy with her. My mouth takes hers over and over again, until she is gasping and trembling underneath me. I lick her full, pink bottom lip with my tongue and then gently bite down on it, because it is soft and sweet and reminds me of her lovely cunt. A soft little cry escapes her, and I feel her cunt tremble and clench around my cock, even as her pupils dilate and she stiffens under me.
I slick my tongue over her parted mouth again. “Did I foreplay you correctly?”
“I think I just came again,” she sighs, a glazed look in her eyes.
“Do you wish for me to stop?”
“God, no.” That hazy look focuses on my face, and I feel her roll her hips under me. “I feel incredible.”
“It is the khui,” I tell her, and press my hand between her breasts. “We have acceded to its wishes, and now it rewards us.”
“Yay cootie.” She lifts her chin, a subtle suggestion that I kiss her again. I am happy to do so, even as my hand moves to cup her breast. Her human chest is shivering with the force of the khui vibrating inside it, and her nipples are taut and erect. I graze my hand over them and she cries out again, her eyes closing.
Ah. More foreplays. “Shall I put my mouth here?”
The look she gives me is dazed, but hungry. “I’m down for that.”
I pause. “Is that a…yes?”
“Boobs now,” she says, pushing my head down toward her breasts. “Talk later.”
I move lower as she demands, and my cock slides out of her wet warmth. She makes a small noise of dismay, but I will return there soon enough. As she says, boobs now. I capture her soft nipple in my mouth. She gasps and squirms under me, practically coming off the furs with her need. Ah. I like this. I flick my tongue over the tip, enjoying her cries.
Liz moans and her hands go to my hair, my remaining horn, and she clings to me, desperate. She likes this very much. My cock aches, wanting to be back inside her wet warmth. I’m unable to resist touching her, my hand sliding to her cunt and toying with the soft, wet folds there. She is slick between her legs, my spend and hers mingled together, and she moans when I push my fingers inside her again.
“That’s not enough,” she says.
I bite gently on the tip of her breast. “My fingers?”
“We can play ‘Find the G-spot’ later,” she says, more nonsense human language. “I want you back inside me, Raahosh. I ache for you. Please.”
My cock surges, but I’m not done playing with her yet. I’m still exploring my sweet, soft mate, no matter how much she protests. I gaze down at my fingers as they pump in and out of her cunt, and a dribble of my spend trails down her folds. Automatically, I catch it with my fingers and push it back inside her. I will take her so many times that we will make a child together. And then when her belly is rounded with our mating, we will return to my people and no one will be able to take her from me.
“What are you doing?” She shifts against me, restless.
“I am ensuring that my seed stays inside you.”
“How very barbaric of you,” she murmurs. Her legs part a bit wider and she sighs. “You know what would put even more of your seed inside me?”
“What?”
“If you fuck me again.” Liz gives a little wiggle. “Cut out the middleman and go directly to the source.”
Again, some of her words make no sense but it doesn’t matter. She is demanding more sex, and that is all I need to know. My khui resonates hard, insisting I take her again. And how can I refuse when she asks so sweetly? I slide back up her body and kiss her mouth, and she whimpers and clings to me. Her hips rise again, and so I fit my cock at her entrance once more, dragging the head of it through her wetness.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, and her hands fist in my hair again. “Give it to me.”
I sink home and she shrieks with joy. My eyes nearly roll back in my head with pleasure. There is no sensation like the warm grip of my mate’s cunt tight around my cock. And as I begin to push into her with rhythmic thrusts, one thought cycles th
Liz is mine.
Liz is mine.
My mate.
My everything.
LIZ
Some time in the early morning hours, I wake up with my cheek pressed to Raahosh’s chest, drooling on him a little. Oops. I sit up and wipe my mouth and then his bare skin, but he only shifts in the bed and pulls me against him once more. “Gotta pee,” I tell him sleepily, and slide out of bed.
I waddle out to the lip of the cave to do my dirty business – waddle being the important word there. I’ve been fucked so hard and so often in the last night that I’m surprised my legs are even functioning.
Now I see why Georgie was totally cool with Vektal claiming her as his mate. If he’s anything like Raahosh, he dicked the brains right out of her. I feel pretty brainless and giddy myself. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but sex with Raahosh? It’s kinda SEX with capital letters and little hearts drawn around it. That shit was incredible. I feel sticky and battered all over, but I’m dopey with endorphins and pleased as punch.
I rub a little snow over my aching girl parts to clean up, and then smooth a few more handfuls over my sweat-sticky skin to clean it off. Then, yawning, I head back into the cave.
He’s awake now, sitting up amidst the furs and watching me with a predatory look that makes my cootie start to hum again. I don’t know that I can stand another round of fucking without melting into a boneless little puddle, so I primly sit near the fire, legs tightly locked together, and stir the coals with a stick.
“Come back to bed,” he says, and pats the furs.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have sleeping in mind. “It’s almost dawn,” I say. “I have a lot to do today.”
“It can wait.”
“You know, you sure do have a lot of energy for a dude that had a gajillion broken bones just last week.”
He lifts one of his arms and for a moment, I almost think he’s going to flex. But he only examines it and shrugs. “The khui helps us heal faster.” He looks over at me again and then pats the furs. “Come back. I would fill you with my seed again.”
My stupid cootie starts humming like an idiot, but I ignore it. “How about we, you know, chat about what comes next?”
He tilts his head and gives me a curious look. “Why?”
I sputter. “What do you mean, why? Because we’re building a relationship here!”
Raahosh’s eyes narrow at me in that way that tells me he thinks he’s being patient, but he’s really not. “I do not see that there is anything to discuss. You are my mate. You belong to me.”
I sputter again. “So we’re back to property now?” There goes my post-coital afterglow. I get to my feet and head for my clothes. “You know what? I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed. I need to check my traps.”
He gets to his feet and snatches my clothing from my hand. “You cannot go hunting. Even now, you might be carrying my child. Our child.”
Oh, no he did not just throw the barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen thing in my face. “You really want to see my head explode, don’t you?”
He frowns. “I would never wish harm on you—“
“Aaaah!” I throw my hands up. “Fine. You want to be like this?” I jab a finger into his chest — which stings, because the damn thing is plated. “Nothing has changed between us other than a little rompy-pompy. We had sex, that’s it. I did not become your magical property, and you did not magically become my man. We are the same as we ever were, which means we are two jerks who like to bicker with each other. My hunting skills have not been affected by your jizz. I know it’s dangerous out there. Remember the part where I dragged your broken body for like three goddamn miles in the snow?”
His arms cross over his chest.
“Yeah, I thought so.” I gesture at the cave mouth. “So now I’m going to go out and catch us breakfast. You can sit in here and like, beat your chest like a caveman or something.” I move to pick up my bow, and he catches it before I can sling it over my shoulder. I glare furiously at him.
When he speaks, Raahosh’s voice is low and serious. “Before you arrived here in this world, I had nothing to live for. I hunted. I existed. I did not look forward to anything. But now you are here, and you might be carrying my child even now.” His jaw flexes. “I know you are more than capable. The problem is not with you. It is with me. This world is dangerous, and I think of you, alone, out in the wild, and it is more than I can bear.” He stares at me for so long and so hard that I think his jaw is going to snap from grinding his teeth. “If I lose you,” he finally says gruffly, “I have nothing.”
And because I’m a total marshmallow, I soften. I reach up to pat his cheek, but he leans in to my touch and it turns into a caress. “Raahosh, seriously. I know how to take care of myself.”
“So do I. I was still downed by a band of metlaks.”
He’s got a good point. “So come with me. We can hunt together.” I nod at him. “If you’re feeling up to it.”
“I have a better idea,” he murmurs, and pulls the bow out of my hands. “We eat the smoked meat. You come back to bed and let me fill your soft cunt with my hard cock.” His arms go around my waist and he drags me against him. The moment we touch, our cooties start to resonate. “And then we will go hunting tomorrow. Together.”
It’s hard to stay mad at a guy when he strokes your skin and makes you prickle all over with desire. I consider for a moment. “My traps?”
He glances out at the entrance to the cave. “It is snowing. Whatever is in them will stay frozen another day.”
“Mmm.” I pretend to consider. There’s really no considering to be done. My cootie’s going a mile a minute, and I can tell I’m already wet between my legs with need. I look up at him. “If we’re going to be mates—“
“There is no if. We are,” he insists.
“Then we need to be equal partners,” I tell him. I brush my hand over his gorgeous, naked chest and then move up to his neck, caressing the back of it. “There’s no ownership. You are mine as much as I’m yours. Understand?”
“I am yours,” he agrees. “Completely and fully.”
“Then I can be yours, too.”
He leans down and kisses me gently on the lips. “My mate. My Liz. You are my everything.”
Yep, definitely hard to stay mad at that.
• • •
We end up lazing about in bed for a few more hours, making love a few more times and napping. To his credit, he promises to be more understanding about the hunting. All the while, he caresses my abdomen when he thinks I’m not paying attention.
I’ve never particularly thought about being someone’s mom. But it’s clear that to Raahosh? Me and this baby are everything. And it makes me wonder what his life is like back at the caves. Vektal made it sound like everyone was all happy go lucky in igloos or some shit, but maybe it’s lonelier than I think for someone like Raahosh, who has scars and sucks with people skills. The fact that he was a big ol’ virgin tells me that with the few ladies in the tribe, they weren’t exactly banging down his door for his dick.
No matter how magnificent his equipment is.
And it’s weird, but I’m kind of glad he’s all mine. There’s no chick waiting for him back home. No ex-girlfriends I might have to confront. He’s just…mine. It’s like he’s always been waiting for me.
So…I guess I won’t go hunting alone if it really gets his panties in a wad.
But by the time we’re hungry for dinner, I balk at the thought of more of the dry, tasteless smoked meat. “You can come with me,” I cajole Raahosh. “We can check the traps and have something fresh and tasty to eat. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I tap my stomach. “And fresh food is better if I’m truly pregnant.”
He grunts a response and puts on his loin-cloth, so I suppose that means we’re going out. It’s odd, but I’m excited to get out in the fresh air and tromp through the snow. I like seeing what’s wandered into my traps. And I’m really craving fresh, raw meat. Weird, I know.
We bank the fire, straighten up the cave, and then head out, dressed and armed for a trek. The weather’s overcast and it looks like it could snow again. Big surprise there. It snows every damn day.
While Raahosh was recovering, I pulled two more of the ugly spear-fish things from the water and made two bows and a whole slew of arrows. I even managed a couple of makeshift quivers with some extra pelts. I’m a regular Daniel Boone around here.
It’s strange – I remember hunting with my father when I was a girl and never thought anything of it. Now that I’m out on my own with Raahosh, I’m remembering things I’ve forgotten, and more than that…I’m enjoying myself. I never thought of myself as the outdoorsy type, but there’s nothing more satisfying than letting a well-made arrow fly into a kill.
Well, okay, sex with Raahosh is more satisfying. Hunting is a close second.
Raahosh hovers a bit as we go tromping through the snow, until I slap his hands away when he tries to help me through a particularly deep patch of snow. His lips quirk with amusement when I shoot him a pissy look, and I realize he’s baiting me.
Dick. He’s so getting it tonight when we get back to the cave. As we check the traps, I mentally think of ways I can sexually torture my alien. Withholding’s off the table – that would be punishing me as well as him. Maybe a nice, languid blow job and I won’t let him come—
“Ho!” calls a voice from a distance, the sound faint on the blowing wind.
I look over at Raahosh in surprise. Was that English? Am I imagining things?
He stills, and then scans the horizon. Immediately, he grabs my arm and begins to hustle me back from where we came. “Hurry, Liz.”
“Wait. What are we running from?” I ready my bow as we slog through the snow. “Is it more metlaks?”
“Raahosh!” a voice calls out, and then says some words I don’t understand.
I gasp. “Are those your people?” I stop and turn, shielding my eyes from the overcast skies to see if I can make out who is there.
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