by Mel Teshco
“Don’t be afraid, Sheehar. You’ve just been greeted by Ty.” He nodded toward the other creature, which emerged through the red dust, its fur standing on end. “That one’s Maie. They’re brothers. And our camp guardians.”
She allowed Ty to sniff her with his long snout before Maie approached and gave her a sticky swipe of his tongue on her other foot. With their fur sinking back down, she didn’t move her foot out of their tongues’ way. She guessed this was the creatures’ way of getting to know her. Besides, she wanted to gain their trust.
She glanced back to Genesis. “What exactly are they?”
“Mallakwats. One of the few animals on Carèche that have any chance of defeating a caltronian.”
She frowned. Her dad had explained the dreaded caltronian was a bearlike creature, only twice the size. Though using a generator was a precious commodity, her mother had insisted that she and Aline watch the many documentaries available on Earth animals. So she had a fair idea on a bear’s power, and could only imagine the brute strength of a caltronian.
Before she could ask Genesis how something so small in comparison to the caltronian could possibly win, Auron and Trasean tore toward them, then pulled up close-by in a cloud of red.
Auron waited for the dust to settle before he focused on them with a disarming grin. “Looks as if our crazy prince wins again.”
Trasean cuffed the back of Auron’s head. “You forget who you speak to, my friend.”
Auron’s smile only broadened as he bowed to Genesis and rephrased, “My Prince, I knew you would win.”
Genesis acknowledged him with a nod and a wry smile, apparently not taking offense to the other man’s audacity. “I imagine my sheehar lent me speed.”
Auron swung his leg forward then dropped onto the ground. “Yes. And no guesses for why you wanted to bring her home so fast.”
Trasean pulled free from the stirrups and placed his feet on the long-furred seat, forearms resting on his bent knees. His biceps bulged, the suns glinting on his black hair. “We’ll get our own intended soon enough. I feel it in my heart.”
Feel it in his cock, more like, Eden thought furiously. Her sacrifice would not have been for nothing. She wouldn’t let her sister be put through the same ordeal.
Ordeal?
She ignored the mocking inner voice. Her chin lifted. She knew Aline like none other. Her sister’s carefree spirit would be crushed under the demands of the two carnal aliens, her joy for life withered on the barren planet.
Genesis disembarked in much the same fashion as Auron. He turned to her then and held out his arms, gesturing that she jump.
She didn’t hesitate this once to do as he asked. Her feet definitely weren’t equipped to deal with the tremendous heat of the baking-hot sand. She leapt, grateful for the steady strength of Genesis’ clasp that settled around her waist and drew her close.
“Are you ready, Sheehar?” he said into her ear.
Another hot shiver ran through her body at the odd-sounding name on his lips.
Don’t lie! It’s the fact he’s about to make you a woman that makes you burn!
She managed a nod, feeling featherlight in his arms and as though nothing and nobody could harm her.
The mallakwats followed them as Genesis strode past half a dozen smaller tents, which appeared to be of a similar fabric as her dress and Genesis’ pants.
“Tents?” she asked, nodding toward them.
“Donyas,” he corrected, “easily moved if need be and as long-lasting as one of your Earth homes.”
As they approached a larger domed donya, she knew it was Genesis’ dwelling right away by the bright red hanging shield that parted to allow them entrance.
At the doorway, he twisted around to face the doglike animals before he uttered a few words in his lyrical language. The mallakwats trotted off obediently, evidently doing their guardian rounds.
She frowned. How she wished she knew the language of Carèche. Though she recognized some words from when her father had spoken it on occasion, she knew very little and felt at a distinct disadvantage. She chewed her inner cheek. Then again, if Genesis assumed she knew nothing of his language, perhaps he’d be the one at a disadvantage?
More lies?
Genesis looked down at her, his expression watchful. “I imagine your dad has spoken of our shields, and how they protect us from intruders?”
She felt the blood drain from her face and he smiled reassurance at her undoubtedly chalk-white expression, explaining, “You have nothing to fear. As my intended, the shields will recognize who you are.”
Except I’m not your intended!
“Okay.” Her heart pitter-pattered wildly. “Ah, what exactly does the shield do to anyone who…intrudes?”
His smile widened into a grin. And even with fear bubbling just below the surface, she couldn’t help but be caught out by his stark beauty.
“Let’s just say an intruder wouldn’t be acting normally once the sharp cells of toxin have entered his—or her—bloodstream.”
She kept the shudders of relief all on the inside. At least the red shield wasn’t fatal. She exhaled slowly. What she wouldn’t do now to have listened more closely to her father’s comments about the hanging shields. All she really knew for sure was that each color did a different deed.
Genesis carried her inside his home, where cool air brushed her heated skin. Withholding a relieved sigh, she stared. The donya mightn’t look all that big on the outside, but on the inside it was far more spacious than his craft that’d brought them to Carèche.
A crude table and chairs graced the center—for her? She knew the aliens didn’t favor furniture the same way Earth people once had. In one corner, beside a large sylak plant inside a shell-like pot, another red-colored hanging shield separated the room from the one they were in.
“You still use sylaks for cooking?” she asked. She had a couple of the amazing plants in her Earth garden, which could cook food like the microwaves of old apparently could. He nodded. “We stick to the early ways where we can to preserve the integrity of our planet.”
If only Earth people had thought that way.
On the other side of the room she spied two large, reddish-pink shells. Panka lamoras. That explained the cooler air temperature. Her father had once told her the Carèche people used the shells as not only refrigerators to store food, but air coolers too.
In the wild the panka lamoras were deadly, their lemetia, or tongue, could haul an unsuspecting animal into their shell, before injecting them at leisure with enough chemicals to kill them. But they could also be domesticated easily enough and kept happy as long as they were fed caltronian meat from time to time.
The floor was covered by the same fabric as the walls, and he placed her on her feet ever so slowly, so that her breasts scraped down his bare torso, the bulge of his cock along her belly. Oh hell. She could have been naked and rubbed slick with oils for the first time for all the acute sensations that prickled through her body.
She looked up at his groan. And at his heated gaze, she sucked in an unsteady breath. “You do know I’m not experienced at this sort of thing, right?”
“Being that there is no men on your planet, I’d assume not.”
She flushed. “Of course. Right. Yes.”
His husky voice gentled. “Relax, Sheehar. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
You say that now, but if you ever found out who I really am…
With no words able to make it past the lump in her throat, she instead nodded. “Just, go slowly.”
He slid a hand along her cheek. “Oh, I’m not going to rush it, Sheehar. I’m going to savor every second of our first joining.”
His free hand outlined the other side of her face, before he brought her gently toward him. His lips brushed hers, the touch of butterfly wings, except there was steel beneath the tenderness, purpose beneath the restraint.
She didn’t know how long they stood there, exploring with lips and
tongue in an exploration that deepened and became more intense. All she knew for sure was that desire beat its drum in her chest and reverberated in her womb. A desire heightened by his fingers that moved to the back of her head, kneading, rubbing.
Genesis pulled back first, but not to stop. Quite the opposite. His eyes fairly blazed when he looked down at her and said, “Let me pleasure you, Sheehar.”
She nodded, anxiety and anticipation tying a knot in her belly. Her breath shuddered from her lungs when he peeled her dress down from her shoulders, exposing her breasts, her belly and then her pussy to his stare.
She stepped out of the slip of fabric before he sank to his knees. Her whole body trembled at his face so close to her thighs, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.
He looked up, his gold-brown hair drifting across his bare shoulders. “Trust me,” he said hoarsely.
She nodded, realizing it was bizarre that in such a short time she actually did trust him.
His back pointed fangs—an alien attribute, which she didn’t share—glinted in his opened mouth. Then he closed his lips on her inner thigh and she threw her head back with a gasp, eyes closing at the exquisite suctioning sensation, his hot breath goose-bumping her skin, his tongue swirling.
When his mouth worked its way up, around the outer V of her pussy and onto her other thigh, she was all but panting with need. Her brain mightn’t wholly understand what she wanted, but oh, her body so did!
“Maybe not…quite so…slow,” she whimpered, her fingers curling through his hair, desperate for something more.
He pulled back and looked up once again, passion stamped onto every crevice of his face. “It gets much better than this, Sheehar.”
Her voice quavered. “It does?”
“Yes.” His grin was all too wicked as he bent to task again, suckling her sensitized skin. Somehow she was glad the alien side of her birthright meant she was unhindered by the pubic hair she knew her sister and all Earth women sported.
When Genesis’ hot breath fanned over her labia, she groaned. An ache built and built between her legs, an ache that needed something, anything to relieve it.
A long, hard lick at the center of her folds caused her body to jerk, her knees to weaken. And all her fantasies surge into life.
When her hands fisted his hair and a little mewl escaped her parted lips, she only barely heard him say, “Spread your legs Eden, and hold on to me.”
She nodded, unable to talk. To breathe. To think.
Then he parted her folds to expose her pink flesh, her undoubtedly hard clit. When he licked her again and again in long, slow, hot strokes, she was glad her hands were all but anchored to his head. Glad she’d lied about being his intended, despite the constant, niggling guilt.
He growled, the sound reverberating along her clit. Her eyes popped open as she gasped shocked delight.
Then he showed her no mercy, centering his attention on her hard nub, his lips and tongue caressing, rubbing and licking. Until a sharp, startled cry burst from her lips and she imploded, a climax that juddered through her womb and left her boneless and weak.
When her orgasm finally subsided, he crooned huskily, “That’s it, Sheehar.” And sliding a finger into her tight channel lubricated with her own cream, he added, “You’re ready for me now.”
She shook her head. “No. Not yet.” At his bemused expression, she said, “You’ve pleasured me. It’s my turn now.”
He surged to his feet, his blue eyes an electrical storm, dangerous and beautiful. “I can wait for—”
His sentence ended on a strangled hiss of breath when she fondled his arousal through his pants. “I. Want. To.”
It was his turn to close his eyes as she continued to caress his length. It didn’t take her long to get the gist of foreplay. She judged his preference by every sharp intake of his breath, every barely audible groan.
Her other hand trailed low. He evidently loved the way she stroked the length of his thick cock in varying speeds while cupping his heavy balls that seemed full almost to bursting.
Not good enough.
Passion ignited something wild and unrestrained within.
She dropped to her knees.
She wanted—needed—him to be on the point of explosion.
“Eden, what—?”
His question ended in a part groan, part growl as she mouthed his cock through the alien fabric, closing her lips on the bulge that, incredibly, grew harder and longer still. She edged lower, tonguing his engorged sac.
“Gods, Eden, there’s only so much I can take,” he said hoarsely.
Her smile was all on the inside.
He reverts to my real name when he’s unable to think logically.
She continued to suckle and lick, aware he’d feel every touch, every stroke through the gossamer thin alien fabric, as though naked.
His outspread fingers took hold of her scalp, urging her on then stilling her just as quick. “No more,” he uttered, voice strained.
When he released her, she straightened to her full height and looked up at his flared nostrils, his taut face. “I’m not doing it right?” she asked, all innocence, though she knew he was close to release.. She might be inexperienced, but she wasn’t stupid.
“You couldn’t be more right if you tried,” he growled. He bent, lifting her effortlessly back into his arms. “But I want to show you how much better it can be between us.”
Shameless need pulsed through her womb, her pussy.
His nostrils flared, as though scenting her desire. A muscle in his jaw clenched. “I want you to experience the pinnacle of pleasure, Sheehar. But if you keep arousing me to this level, I seriously doubt I could take you without self-control.”
She arched a brow, even as her cunt muscles squeezed with unrepentant need. “Hard and fast?”
His brow lifted in turn. “Hard and furious, Princess.”
He strode through another hanging shield that parted before them, into a smaller room where a caltronian fur was spread on the floor as though a splash of crimson on dark clay.
He laid her on the thick rug then followed her down, his big body covering hers.
She writhed, arching against him, loving the feel of his hard cock scraping against her inner thighs. With a hoarse mewl she parted her legs, opening herself wide to him. Beckoning. Pleading.
His eyes flashed pure carnal need. “Not yet, my sheehar.” He shifted his weight onto one forearm and slipped a hand low. When he rolled her sensitive clit under his thumb pad and took the tip of her nearest heavy breast into his mouth, she wondered if the sharp pleasure escalating within could possibly be surpassed.
Then his mouth pulled on her nipple and he slid one finger, then two inside her pussy in gentle rhythmic slides that had her panting with desire and yet feeling somehow incomplete.
Without breaking tempo, he turned his attention to her other breast. She arched even farther as he drew the peak into his warm mouth, his teeth scraping over her nipple and his tongue laving away the sharp pleasure-pain before he suckled. Hard.
She gasped, stilling at the rush of warmth spiraling through her body and only distantly aware that his free hand had moved to clasp his thick shaft, guiding the head of his cock to her center.
“Now you are ready,” he said hoarsely.
She nodded jerkily.
He pushed into her moistness and drilled past the barrier that caused her to tense with shock.
“Eden?”
She swallowed. “I’m…okay. Just wasn’t expecting it to…burn.”
“I’m bigger than any Earth man would have been,” he murmured, dropping kisses on her nose, her brow and the side of her neck.
“Then I guess I can only be thankful I’m not fully human,” she croaked, soon forgetting about the pain and instead delighting in the sensations his mouth alone created.
He returned his weight to both forearms and she could only assume he waited for her inner muscles to adjust to his size.
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p; That will never happen.
Her chest heaving as though she’d ran a great race, she grit her teeth and clung to him, hands splaying across his ass when he slowly withdrew, until only the head of his cock remained buried in her pussy.
His stare took in her every reaction, undoubtedly perceiving that her pain had receded while the demands of her body took over.
“Better?” he asked hoarsely, jaw clenched and eyes glinting.
She nodded. “I think so…I’ll let you know…after we’re done.”
His breath wafted over her face as he laughed, almost painfully. And yet there was a note of certainty in his voice when he said, “When we’re done the last thing you’ll feel like doing is talking.”
He drove back in, his cock sliding all the way to his balls and forcing the breath from her throat. “Sheehar,” he whispered possessively before his hips swung back and forward, his cock stroking inside her with a smooth, rhythmic action that generated a friction and heat that had all previous pain dissolve into the recesses of her mind.
Her nails gouged into his ass cheeks while pleasure built all over again. “Oh, God,” she whimpered, almost scared by the fierce sensations she had no control over, “I think I’m going to come.”
“Allow me,” he said hoarsely.
An electric charge burst from his cock and vibrated along her pussy, imploding as though fireworks within.
She cried out, hurtling beyond the pinnacle of bliss and only half aware that Genesis too, had succumbed to the moment. He slammed into her with everything he had, his hips locked into place and his seed pulsing thick inside her even as he shouted out her name, so much louder than before.
As she slowly came back to ground, weightless, boneless, Genesis rolled onto his side and took her with him, gathering her close. She wallowed in his strong embrace, breathing deep of his hot male scent before she allowed sleep to take her, murmuring indistinctly, “All this time…I’ve been missing out.”
Chapter Four
Eden didn’t want to wake. Not yet.
Not while delicious dreams still lingered and utter bliss had her wrapped in its spell. Not while the warmth of Genesis’ chest warmed her spine, one of his arms slung possessively across her hip, his other arm beneath her shoulder.