by Pixie Moon
It sniffs and suddenly darts from the deck and into the next tree. I watch mystified as it races up a branch and around the tree’s trunk. A bird squawking angrily and flying off solves the mystery.
I step closer to the rail and watch the sun slowly disappear from sight. Another day away from all I know and another day of learning about my new home. I look up to see my zaphinian watching me.
A part of me is sad over my loss and another part of me is curious to see what kind of life I can have with him. I give him a half smile.
He takes my hand. “Come, seema. Let’s go get some crackers for our little beggar.”
My crazy heart flutters at his use of the word our. Dang, dang, dang. I’m in deep.
CHAPTER
17
~ Skyla ~
♥
I woke up across his chest again.
My body seems to think it’s a blanket specially made for him. I’m glad he doesn’t mind. If I ever drool on him things could change.
The day breezed by after that. Now I’m sitting in his lap on the couch. The sun went down a couple of hours ago. It was a breathtaking sight. One I hope I never stop appreciating.
“It’s time for you to learn about our moon cycles and holidays, seema,” Ryk says as his hands caress my body.
I’ve become very accustom to his touch. As long as I don’t fall in love with him, all will be well. Warriors are heartbreakers. I don’t think they mean to be but their profession makes them that way.
His voice breaks through my heart-securing thoughts. “We have fifteen moon cycles in a year. Right now we are in the fifteenth moon. It’s spring. The only seasons we have are summer, winter, and spring.”
My curious nature bounds to the forefront as though it were an energetic puppy. “How many moons are in each season? Does winter get extremely cold? I don’t care for long bouts of real cold weather.” The realization that this planet could turn to ice once a year sends a trickle of fear down my spine. I don’t do well in icy conditions.
“Calm down, seema. You’re going to be fine.” His arms give me a swift hug. “Most of the time our daily temperatures stay the same as they are now. Our seasons show their selves at night. During the spring the temperature at night drops to about 50 degrees. In the winter, at night, it drops several degrees below freezing.”
A shiver shakes me when I hear the words below freezing. “How many moons is winter?”
“Four. Not that you have to worry about the temperature though. You will be in here or at the club at night,” he answers in a protective tone. It’s one I can appreciate. Without Ryk I’d be lost here on Zaphin.
His hand slides up my thigh and rests at the junction of my legs. Lust pulses through me. His touch always has the same result. My core heats up and liquefies as though preparing for his penetration.
He inhales and moans softly. “We’ll get to that soon, little seema. Summer is six moons and spring is five moons. The days of summer usually have temperatures in the 80s while spring and winter days are in the 70s.”
“I can handle that.” At his chuckle my cheeks heat up. It’s not like I really have a choice. I wish I didn’t blurt what’s on my mind so much. No going slow and thinking things through for me. It doesn’t help that his fingers are inching closer to my entrance. A fresh pulse of lust washes over me when his fingers start stroking my damp folds.
“You are a treasure, seema. Before you get me totally distracted, I better continue. We have thirty hours in a day and there are twenty-two days in a moon cycle. We don’t use the term weeks as humans do. And we use the term moon or moon cycle instead of month.
“We have five celebrations a year. Mykline Moon. Which is about to come up but we aren’t going this time. I want you to get more accustom to your new planet before you are exposed to such a large celebration.” His fingers stop stroking me.
I instantly feel bad. “You don’t have to stay home because of me. I don’t want you to miss a celebration. I can stay here or go with you. I could probably handle it.” I don’t want to be a burden to him. What if these celebrations are the main time he gets to hang out with his friends and family?
He inhales and then slides a finger inside me. I moan and squirm against his large hand. “We are staying here. It gets crazy at the celebrations. Mykline Moon is about celebrating the advancements of our people and remembering to continue that growth.” He starts pumping his thick finger in and out of me. “You are worth the missed celebration.”
My pulse quickens when he slides a second finger inside me. The feel of his erection swelling beneath me has me parting my thighs a few inches as though preparing for penetration.
“That’s it, Skyla. Let me in.” Through his pants I feel his shaft become fuller and firmer. “Our next celebration is Resliv Moon. Its focus is celebrating being alive. We do that through music. I’ll take you to that one. The next three are Din’s Drokty, Kizla, and Hyzpa. I’ll tell you more about them later. Right now I need to taste you, little seema.”
The soft sexy sound of his voice makes me not care about Zaphin celebrations at the moment. All I care about is his touch. He growls and in the blink of an eye I find myself looking up at him. My back is on the couch and my thighs are spread by his.
He looks at me and his eyes start glowing lightly. I groan when he palms my breasts through the sheer material of my skimpy uniform. I relish the feel of the silky fabric rubbing against my taut nipples. I shudder when he gently pinches and then rolls my taut bud.
Reaching out, I press my hand against his hard length. He growls in that sexy way I love so much. The need to taste him overwhelms me. “Do you mind if I taste you?” I know he believes in oral sex because he’s done it to me and seems determined to do it again real soon.
Another growl rumbles up his massive chest. “As you wish, seema.”
I’m not buying his non-dominant words, but I am glad that he’s letting me suck him when I want to. As Ryk sheds his black shirt and pants I scoot to the edge of the large red couch.
At the sight of his huge cock springing free, I stare open mouthed for a long moment. He doesn’t have any pubic hair but he does have an interesting hump of flesh at the base of his erection.
I reach out and touch it. It has a slightly rough texture. I look up into his glowing eyes. “What is this?”
A sexy smile curls his masculine lips. “That’s my base bulge. It will give you great pleasure when it brushes against your clitoris.”
A fresh wave of lust slams into me. “That’s interesting.” It’s really more than interesting but I don’t know what else to say since I haven’t felt his unique bulge in action.
I softly grip his erection and stroke it. The veins in his shaft swell. I lick one and move my hand down to his balls. Only they aren’t there. I take a quick look and notice for the first time that he doesn’t have any.
Looking up again, I ask, “Why don’t you have balls?” I figure it’s a safe question since I haven’t seen any sign of trauma.
A chuckle comes from him. “My curious little seema, zaphinian males don’t have balls. Our seed is in an organ in our lower abdomens.”
I look him over for other differences. “Oh, that’s interesting. Do you shave or do zaphinian males only have hair on their heads, faces, and chests?”
A patient smile curls his lips. “We only have hair where you see it. We shave our faces if we want to. I personally like a smooth face.” He flexes his muscles causing his erection to jerk in my grip.
“Oh.” A dot of clear liquid slides from the slit on the crown of his cock. I move it around with my thumb and notice that the liquid has a slight shimmer to it. I like the differences between zaphinian males and human males.
Needing to taste his pre-cum, I suck his crown into my mouth. The width has my lips stretching to capacity but the low growl he releases is worth a sore mouth and jaw. A fresh spurt of seed slides over my tongue. I moan when I taste a mixture of sweet and salty.
Oh yeah. H
e tastes good. I start flicking my tongue over the tip while my hands grip his rock hard shaft. His flavor has me fixated on the tip. I suck and lick at it until more of his pre-cum eases out.
When he growls and his hands fist in my hair, I start in surprise. I was so focused on his wonderful flavor that I forgot an important detail—I’m dealing with a dominant.
“Relax your throat, seema. I want to see how well you can handle me.” His hands stay firmly gripped around my hair.
A touch of fear replaces part of my lusty haze but not all of it, thank goodness. Knowing I have to do as he says, I relax my jaw. He strokes my head before fisting my hair tighter and guiding his shaft in and out of my mouth.
To my shame, I gag when he’s only a few inches in. He shallowly pumps into my mouth a few times and then inches deeper. I gag again and heave a little as well. Why do I have to have a super sensitive gag reflex?
He tastes good enough to devour. I feel bad about not being able to do that. He inhales and goes back to those shallow thrusts. “Don’t feel bad, seema. I was just seeing what you can handle. The feel of your mouth on my crown is amazing.”
His words and the truthful tone he spoke them in makes me feel much better. I pump my hands up and down his length as I suck on his tip. His shaft swells a bit more and his moan of pleasure washes over me.
He’s almost too big for me to handle, but I plan on learning how I can pleasure him with my limited size. He moans loudly as I flick my tongue over his large crown. I may be out of practice but I know he’s enjoying my touch. My core clenches as joy sings through my veins.
Desire for more of his masculine flavor has me wringing my hands around his throbbing shaft. My saliva is making the job nice and smooth. He grips my hair tighter. The slight pull has another wave of lust slamming through my core.
My heart flutters when he stiffens. I hungrily suck at his crown. Excitement swirls around my spine. When I poke the tip of my tongue into his slit and tighten my grip on his erection, he growls and presses his crown to the back of my throat. I gag and he yells as his seed rushes from his thick tip and slides down my throat.
I struggle because I want to taste him. He growls again and loosens his grip on my hair. I back up and suck at his dripping crown. I moan when I’m rewarded with another spurt of his sweet and salty seed. Oh yeah, he tastes better than many foods I’ve eaten. I will be doing this again.
I squeak in surprise when I’m suddenly pulled off his cock and pressed down on the couch. My sheer uniform is pushed up and my legs are spread before I can fully grasp what’s going on.
“Time to return the favor, little treasure.”
I shudder at the sexy growl that vibrates through his chest. I won’t last long. I’m too close. The taste of his seed is still on my tongue and it’s reminding me of how awesome his cock is. I long for him to put it in me.
He slides two thick fingers into my weeping entrance. I clench around them. They are nowhere near as thick as his shaft. “Use your cock. Please,” I beg.
A third finger slips into me. It stretches me beautifully. I buck my hips against his hand. “This is all you need tonight, seema. Soon I’ll thrust my cock into you. First you have to be stretched a bit more.”
I cry out when his fingers wiggle. The slight pleasurable pain has me panting. He’s right. I need this. His erection is so dang big. My core clenches at the thought of him entering me with it.
A tremor races through me when he starts stroking my clit with his free hand. I writhe on the couch for what feels like an eternity. Agony and bliss have me panting. I need to come so badly but he won’t push me over the edge.
“Just a bit more, little seema. I want your body to be ready when I take you,” he says in a soft passionate voice.
I nod my understanding since that’s all I can do. My breath in now heaving in and out of my lungs. He spreads his fingers a few more times and then curls them. His thumb presses down on my clit.
I shudder and cry out as lights blind me. Pleasure whips through me. My hands grip his broad shoulders. His fingers press into a spot in me that has me yelling and shuddering again. I float on waves of pure pleasure. Time dims and so does the light.
I come to in his bed with him stroking my hair. “I’ve never passed out from pleasure before.” I can’t believe I did that.
A sweet growl comes from low in his throat. “I love watching you do that. I plan on seeing it repeatedly, little treasure.”
I shiver at the promise in his voice. Being with Ryk WavTe is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I doubt I could feel this connection with anyone else.
Just don’t fall in love with him, my cautious side relentlessly reminds me.
CHAPTER
18
~ Skyla ~
♥
Masculine scented air fills my lungs.
I melt as the wonderful aroma enters my nostrils again. I hope I don’t wake up from this dream anytime soon. My warm pillow moves and my nose gets tickled by a hair.
What? My eyelids spring open. My mouth is dangerously close to a dark flat male nipple. A wild part of me wants to lick it. Heat circles my cheeks as I remember where I am.
Once again, my body has acted like a desperate wanton during the night. I check him for drool and am relieved to see his chiseled chest is spit free. I really have got to stop doing this before disaster strikes.
Feeling his gaze on me, I look up and into his beautiful eyes. “Good morning, seema.” His sleepy smile is boyishly handsome.
The normalcy of it all does something to me. My heart flutters and my stomach follows suit. “Good morning, Ryk.” Dang it, did I just make a mistake? “Is it okay for me to call you Ryk? Din Ryk seems so formal to me since we…” Heat scorches up my neck and settles over my cheeks. I’m not good at talking about sex out loud.
A gleam enters his blue and silver eyes. “Since we what?”
An extra burst of heat burns my cheeks. I pull the covers over my head and slide off of him. I quickly decide to just call him Din Ryk. It’s easier.
A surprised squeak comes from me when he suddenly invades my hiding place and covers my body with his. I barely hold in a moan of pleasure at the feel of his warm body pressing into mine. Yesterday he’d been too busy to give me an orgasm.
My body is quickly starting to expect sex of some sort from him every day. But yesterday he’d only touched me a little before he’d gone to sleep. My sex crazed side is pissed. She wants his cock now. As he snuggles his face in the curve of my neck, I think back on how long I’ve known him. Eight days.
After all we’ve been through it feels as though I’ve known him for much longer. I guess meeting someone under traumatic circumstances bonds you to them quicker.
My core heats up when he whispers, “You can call me Ryk around here and Din Ryk in public, little seema.”
The sound of his husky morning voice has my entrance weeping. I spread my legs wider to accommodate his large frame. A loud moan passes my lips when his hard shaft presses against my damp center. Yes, calling him Ryk is more appropriate since we are sharing this level of intimacy. I’m glad he agrees. The feel of him between my legs has my belly tightening with erotic tension.
He rocks his hips. His thick shaft slides back and forth through my wet folds. He’s becoming an addiction.
I really need him to slide his big cock inside me. “Ryk, will you—” The sound of his communicator beeping startles me. No, no, no. I roll my hips to get another good feel of his stiff shaft.
When he sighs and then brushes his lips softly against mine, I mentally curse the device he’s rolling off of me to retrieve. The covers slip down exposing my large breasts. I’m becoming so used to being naked around him that I no longer care about my nudity.
My heart sinks as I watch him leave the room. Not wanting to look like a love-struck fool, I scramble off the bed. After taking care of my morning bathroom ritual, I go to the closet and put on a sheer green uniform that makes my eyes stand out.
> A part of me is disgusted with my crazy need to keep Ryk’s attention. This desire can only lead to a broken heart.
The other part of me hopes everything will work out. That Ryk will quit his job as a warrior and just work for his club. Club owners have a higher chance for longtime survival. I’m sure of it.
Don’t let him get to you, my cautious side says as I walk out of our bedroom and into his office.
My foolish heart beats a little faster at the sight of him dressed and going over something on his computer. He must have gotten dressed while I was in the bathroom. I’m sorry I missed the show. Don’t be, my cautious side ruthlessly says. I tune her out.
He looks up and I’m immediately drawn in by his mesmerizing eyes. I feel a magnetic pull toward him every time I’m near him. The sight of weapons strapped to his muscular body reminds me of his scary profession.