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by Kim Fox


  It is dangerous to run in the forest. Cookie Monster’s beautiful pink Sandroka needs his protection. “Arrgh.” He can’t move. The pain is too fierce.

  Still, the tough and powerful Cookie Monster fights through it for his Rolanda. He crawls to his knees and then stands on shaky legs.

  He will fight and die for her. This is nothing.

  The noble Cookie Monster can do anything for his mate and her delicious culip.

  “Finally,” I hiss as I find the huge red plant. I break off a big leaf and make sure that it has the healing gel inside. Yes!

  I sprint back to where I left Pontuck, bleeding to death on the rock. I’m sprinting through a dinosaur filled forest completely naked and I don’t even care. All I can think about is getting back to my blue boyfriend before his sexy muscular body runs out of blood.

  “What are you doing?” I shout when I emerge from the forest and see him standing up on wobbly legs.

  “Zacuter salik eder hatooie,” he says in his weird alien language.

  “Hatooie is right,” I say, helping him back down to the rock. He lays down and I squeeze out the clear gel from the stalk directly onto the wound on his stomach. I grab my only shirt and rip it to pieces. I place a wad on his wound, pressing down to stop the pink bleeding.

  I repeat the same process on his injured thigh and on the hole in his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper as I press down on his shoulder, making him grunt. “I’ll get better at aiming, I promise.”

  After ten minutes of furious work, I have him all wrapped up like a blue mummy. I peek under the first bandage and the wound is already healing with the magic gel. He’ll be okay.

  He lowers his head to the rock and smiles warmly at me as he drifts off to sleep. I shot this guy with two arrows and he’s still giving me puppy dog eyes…My first boyfriend dumped me because I broke his Smashing Pumpkins CD by accident. I like Pontuck better.

  I stroke his silky soft hair as his breathing slows and he falls asleep. The poor guy was up all night, he gave me three unbelievable orgasms, and if that wasn’t enough, he had a battle to the death over me.

  I think he deserves a little nap.

  The colorful forest still gives me the shivers so I grab the bow and arrow, and slide it close to me. I rest a hand on his hard abs as I gaze down at his peaceful face, thankful that he’s still here.

  My handsome Pontuck.

  My mate.

  ten

  For a day that could have gone horribly wrong, it’s ending pretty damn perfectly.

  Pontuck’s wounds are mostly healed and I’m in a warm cave snuggled up to him in front of the fire. I caught a fish with my hands as he slept beside the river for about two hours and we cooked it over the fire. It was delicious.

  Pontuck had most of his energy back when he woke up and we continued our hike towards the village, this time walking hand in hand. I kept a close eye on him as we traveled but this guy is tough. He only grimaced once as he climbed over a fallen green log.

  My only shirt is in bloody shreds but I don’t mind. I like the way that Pontuck keeps taking heated glances at my bra and it always acts as a good excuse to snuggle up to his muscular body so that he can keep me warm.

  He hands me back the canteen as the warm fire crackles in front of us. I take the last sip of wine, feeling nice and giddy.

  I moan and rest the back of my head against his muscular chest as he closes his thick arms around me. I’m sitting between his powerful thighs, feeling safer than ever. If I’m a weapon, then this guy is a goddamn nuclear bomb. I feel untouchable in his embrace.

  The homemade wine starts to hit and a naughty giggle bubbles out of me.

  “Kughar?” he says, stroking his long thick fingers through my hair. I still can’t understand him but the deep booming grunts of his language are doing more to turn me on than his sweet English words.

  I bite my bottom lip as I turn around in his embrace, staring up at him with mischievous eyes. “Pontuck,” I say, letting my voice come out in a sexy raspy tone. “Can you understand me?”

  He tilts his head as he looks down at me on all fours, my back arched with my ass out in the air. “Opile,” he says, making me giggle.

  “Perfect.” I slowly lick my lips as I lock eyes on him. “I want to tell you something.” I place the tip of my index finger on his lips and slowly drag it down his chin. “I want to tell you that I love your dick. I love your sexy shoulders,” I say as my finger travels down over them. “I love your hot arms, your gorgeous back, your beautiful face, your sick abs, but mostly, I love, your big, perfect, thick, hard, cock.”

  My finger travels over the ridges of his abs and down to his animal skin loincloth. I poke my finger into the thick leather and slide it over the tip of his erection. A bead of pre-cum leaks out and I moan as I smear it all over the tip of his cock and then raise my finger to my wet lips and suck it off.

  “Mmmmmm,” I moan at the salty sweetness of it, never taking my eyes off of him. I want more.

  I move closer, stopping my lips a heartbeat away from his. “I want you to fuck me,” I moan onto his lips, making him shudder. “But first, I want to suck your dick.”

  He gulps as he stares into my eyes. He may not be able to understand my words but he definitely understands the meaning behind them. His hard cock jutting out against the inside of his loincloth is proof of that.

  My hand slides over his ribs until I hit leather, and then I unclasp his loincloth, letting it fall free around him.

  It’s only then that I pry my eyes away from his and look down at his big beautiful dick sticking up between us. My mouth waters at the arousing sight.

  My hand wraps around his impressive thickness and he groans as he stares at me. It’s that fucking look. It gets me every time. He makes me feel so fucking beautiful. He looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing that he’s ever seen and it drives me wild.

  “Fuck, Pontuck,” I whisper as I slide my hand up and down the soft skin of his erection. “You are definitely a welcome surprise.”

  He takes my arm in his strong grip and yanks me forward, pulling me hard against him. Our mouths are so close and he leans forward, pressing his tingling lips to mine and nudging my mouth open with his tongue.

  The humming sensation is back and I close my eyes, enjoying it as it spreads through my mouth. My pussy clenches as I remember the feeling of his magical saliva on my clit. Fuck that was good.

  I keep stroking his dick and it just makes him kiss me even harder, devouring my mouth and kissing me in a way I’d never been kissed before.

  My skin is flushed. Blissful heat is swirling through my body threatening to take me over. He slides his hand up the curve of my neck and gently cups my cheek as he kisses me, sending a warm shiver cascading down my back.

  “Pontuck,” I whisper as I pull away, licking my tingling lips. “I want to be your mate.”

  He doesn’t understand me and just grips the back of my neck and pulls me back into his embrace. Our lips crash together and our tongues tangle as our bodies melt into one. He’s so fucking sexy.

  His dick is impossibly hard in my hand, my pussy dripping wet. It’s time to get the show on the road.

  I dip my head down, smiling to myself as I realize that I’m about to suck a blue cock. I don’t even care. I just part my lips and take his beautiful dick in, wrapping my lips around him while I swirl my tongue over his tip, making him groan in pleasure.

  A tuft of soft dark blue pubic hair lines the bottom of his thick shaft and I stroke it as I suck his dick. It’s so soft and - what the fuck?!?

  I jerk my head back, popping his cock out of my mouth as I feel a hard vibrating bump on his hard pelvis. Pontuck strokes my hair, trying to gently push my head back down but I’m too freaked out to continue. I slowly touch it again and snap my finger back when it vibrates.

  “Sassaquir,” he says, grabbing my hand and pressing it to his bump. It vibrates wildly and now that I’m not as freaked out, I start to wonder what it�
��s for. “Jutera okile freg,” he says, reaching down and cupping my sex. His index finger finds my clit and he rubs it in a tight circle, making me moan. “Huare becase pi caluneter,” he says, expecting me to understand.

  “Oh,” I say when it finally dawns on me. I think I know what that is for. I dive down on his dick, sucking him with a new intensity. I’m eager to try that little vibrating bump out.

  He claws at my shorts, trying to get me naked as I suck him off. I hear a tear and dart my head up, stroking his dick with a firm grip as I smirk at him. “These are my only clothes,” I say, smiling as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Forever 21 was right. I’m going to have these shorts forever. So please don’t rip them. I already lost a shirt and my underwear today. Please don’t make me walk around naked.”

  Pontuck groans as I release his cock and stand up. His hand takes over where mine left and he strokes his big dick while he watches me wiggle out of my shorts in front of him.

  My bra comes off next and I strut back to him completely naked. It’s the first time that I’m naked with a man and not running to hide under the sheets or diving to turn off the lights. I like the way he rakes his eyes over my body, stroking himself harder as he stares at my tits.

  “You like that?” I ask as I place my hands on his round shoulders and straddle him with my legs. “You like looking at my pussy?”

  He lets out a groan as I swat his hand away from his dick and take over with long slow strokes that have him breathing faster.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, kissing him as I guide his cock into my opening.

  I’m wetter than the ocean but he’s still a lot to handle. I clench my jaw and grunt as I push my hips down, the sweet burn almost too much to take.

  But I’m a fighter so I keep going, taking him all the way in until my throbbing clit meets his magical bump. It vibrates on my most sensitive spot, sending jolts of delicious lightning ripping through my body. “Fuck!” I scream, throwing my head back as I squeeze my eyes closed. I wasn’t prepared for that.

  I quickly raise my hips, my lungs and heart are working overtime. It was amazing but insanely intense.

  He grins as he watches me. “What are you smirking at?” I ask him, giving him a kiss. Those blue tingling lips are just so damn kissable.

  I take a deep breath and run a hand through my black hair as I psyche myself up to go again. His dick glides in easier this time without any pain and I gently brush my aching clit over the bump.

  “Mmmmm,” I moan, pressing harder. He rocks his hips under me and the bump presses onto my clit in full force, causing my whole body to tighten. My heart is hammering in my chest, my legs start shaking wildly, and blood is rushing to my ears, deafening me to the point where I can’t even hear myself scream Pontuck’s name.

  It doesn’t take me long to come. One more drive of his hips and an orgasm rips through me, even harder than the three at the river this afternoon.

  It’s blinding and completely overwhelming. I forget to move and just freeze on his dick, gritting my teeth as the intense pleasure tears through me.

  Strong arms wrap around me and I’m not sure what’s happening. My head is too cloudy, my mind a perfect blur like I just took a double hit of heroin.

  Pontuck lays me onto the warm ground of the cave, his hard cock never leaving my pussy, and kisses my neck sending a shiver down my spine. His massive body makes my legs spread out to the max and he starts fucking me with an animal frenzy, driving his powerful hips forward with smooth controlled thrusts.

  Every hit of his vibrating pelvis against my clit is like a mini orgasm. He grunts in my ear as he thrusts deep inside me. His big cock fills me completely and I can’t help but tilt my hips up for more.

  Another build up of pressure comes fast and when his toe-curling vibrating pelvis hits my clit once again, I come harder than before.

  He doesn’t even stop. He doesn’t let up, he doesn’t let me recover. He just fucks me harder and harder as I come again, then again. Then again.

  I’m utterly spent when he finally releases deep inside me, grunting sweet words into my ear as his massive body trembles. I feel the warmth of his seed spill inside of my body and I close my eyes, way beyond satisfied.

  He wraps his protective arms around me and turns me as he lies on the ground, pulling my limp body onto him. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

  I’m glad that he can’t understand me right now. If he did, I’d probably tell him that I love him. That I want to have his babies.

  Instead, I tilt my head up with the little energy that I have left and kiss the bottom of his chin. He squeezes me a little tighter and I fall asleep with a smile on my lips.

  eleven

  “Tin Tom!” I holler as we approach the village.

  Tin Tom turns and blinks wildly when he sees me approaching. “Good daytime to you earthling woman,” he says. The robot rolls towards us and Pontuck steps in front of me, drawing his bow so fast that he has an arrow cocked in it before I can even register what’s going on.

  “Thearga ureade nilk aserget,” Pontuck barks at the robot.

  Tin Tom just blinks.

  “What did he say, Tin Tom?” I ask, curious as to what got my man so amped up. He was in a great mood all morning.

  “He said that it is great to see, Tom,” the annoying robot answers.

  I just roll my eyes. Why do I even bother?

  “Holite sui,” Pontuck says, pulling the arrow back even more. The strings are as tight as Pontuck’s strained forearms. Tin Tom is made out of tin, hence his name, but the way that Pontuck has that arrow pulled back, there is no doubt in my mind that it would slice straight through him.

  I grin. Wouldn’t that be nice?

  Tin Tom was the translating robot on the spaceship that abducted us. I was glad when we initially got separated after landing but now I don’t feel as angry to see him. He’s annoying as hell but it’s nice to speak English with something now that Pontuck’s translator is gone.

  “Better give him what he wants,” I say, smiling as I run my hand up the hard flexed muscles of Pontuck’s back.

  The robot beeps. He’s the shape of a garbage can with the same interior. A little flap on his side opens and a tray slides out with two black dots resting on it. Pontuck lowers his bow and quickly slides the red feathered arrow back into the quiver on his back as he steps forward.

  “How many of those do you have?” I ask Tin Tom.

  “Not enough to give this guy doubles,” he says in his choppy voice. He’s clearly annoyed and it makes me laugh to hear an annoyed robot.

  Pontuck takes the two translators and the tray slides back into Tin Tom with an angry hiss.

  I smile as Pontuck walks over to me, reaching out with his open palm. I take the little black dot from his hand and look up at him with a grin.

  “I kinda liked letting our bodies do all of the talking,” I say as I roll the hard black circle around between my index finger and thumb.

  He furrows his brow while he watches me talk. “You’re so cute,” I say.

  Pontuck looks frustrated not understanding what I’m saying so he quickly places the translator behind his ear. His eyelids flicker and then straighten out. “Hi,” he says in perfect English. “Cookie Monster missed his Rolanda.”

  “I missed you too,” I say, stepping on my toes and kissing him on his cheek. “How do I do this?” I ask as I place the translator to the back of my ear. “Does it just-”

  Holy crap! My brain vibrates like I dipped my head into a vat of tingling alien saliva. It only lasts a second or two and then it’s back to normal. Except, I can now speak Drandroka.

  “Hertopli ert dunsa populie?” I ask, saying the rough harsh words easily. Can you understand what I’m saying?

  Pontuck nods, answering in his native tongue. “You are so sexy,” he growls, pulling me into his embrace. He kisses me long and hard, and I’m completely absorbed in the kiss
until Tin Tom beeps, interrupting us.

  “What?” I ask, jerking my head towards the tin asshole.

  “Emperor Rsordan will be mighty unpleased that his earthling love slave has taken on a mate,” Tin Tom says in a disapproving tone. “This is most unfortunate.”

  “Hey, asshole,” I say, sliding my hand up Pontuck’s sexy arm. “If your Emperor Rsordan has a problem with it, he can discuss it with my new man, okay?”

  Tin Tom just blinks. His boss, Emperor Rsordan, is the one who kidnapped us to become his love slaves. We saw a video of him on the ship and he was a disgusting praying mantis-like creature who lopped off the heads of chained-up, half-naked women before impregnating them with his larvae. It was horrifying.

  That’s Tin Tom’s boss.

  “I’ll never understand you earthling women,” Tin Tom says. “You can mate with the virtuous and handsome Emperor Rsordan and instead you choose a barbaric Drandroka? It does not compute.”

  “Oh, it computes,” I say, making a show of sliding my hand up Pontuck’s cheek before giving him a slow kiss on the lips. “It computes really well.”

  Tin Tom just blinks. Stupid robot.

  “Where’s, Avery?” I ask. I glance towards the village feeling my stomach flutter with butterflies. The hills seem to be hollowed out with windows and doors in them like in the Hobbit movie. There are dozens and dozens of houses like this with what looks like a town square in the middle. Blue muscular Drandroka are walking around everywhere and I squint to try and see a white girl somewhere down there but I come up short. There also doesn’t seem to be any females. Pontuck never mentioned that part.

  I gulp and inch a little closer into his protective embrace when I think of being the only female in a village full of men. No, not the only female. Avery is somewhere down there as well.

  “Avery-” Tin Tom starts but Pontuck interrupts.

  “The Saku Avery,” he says, narrowing his intense eyes on the robot.

  Tin Tom beeps. “The Saku Avery,” he says, “is waiting for you in the village. Tom will take you there.”

 

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