by Kim Fox
We follow him into the village, his little wheels furiously moving forward over the rough terrain.
Pontuck wraps his heavy arm over my shoulder protectively and holds me close as I start to catch the attention of the Drandroka in the village. They rush over in blue waves, stopping all around me and staring with curious blue eyes.
I squeeze my hands into fists, ready to lash out if one gets too close but I think Pontuck has got me covered. The fierce look he gives them makes them step back and drop their hands.
By the time we get to the town square, we have amassed a crowd.
“Where is the Saku?” Pontuck calls out. “We must see her at once.”
The crowd freezes when a familiar voice rips through the crowd. “Blueberries!” the voice hollers. “Kneel for your Saku!”
Every blue body in the village drops to a knee, including Pontuck. All heads are lowered in silence and my breath catches in my throat when I see the only person still standing.
It’s Avery.
She’s standing among a sea of muscular bodies wearing an animal skin dress and looking like a warrior princess. My mouth drops and my stomach clenches as I stare at her in complete shock.
“Hey, Rolanda,” she says with a smile and a wave as if I just bumped into her on the sidewalk. “What’s up?”
My eyes widen as I look at all of the powerful alien bodies surrounding her in worship. I have so many questions to ask her but strangely, I’m at a loss for words.
I just rush forward, tripping over a blue leg and slam into her, swallowing her small body in a tight hug.
“Miss me?” she asks with a sly grin.
Her hair is done up on her head with a bone sticking out of the middle of her bun. She looks so at home here, it’s crazy.
“I did,” I answer, feeling my eyes well up with tears. I didn’t realize how much until just now.
“Come,” she says, pulling my arm away from the town square. “Let’s go catch up. Over a glass of wine of course.”
“Wow,” I say looking around the inside of the hollowed out hill. The walls are made of thick white clay. The furniture inside is rudimentary but it’s comfier than it looks, and it’s definitely comfier than the inside of a cave. I can get used to this.
Avery and I are sitting on the couch made out of branches and pillows while a huge Drandroka fills up our glasses with homemade wine. He’s even taller and thicker than Pontuck, which is saying a lot.
His face is stern with hard angles and rugged features that always soften when he looks at Avery. He looks at her the way that Pontuck looks at me.
I smile at Pontuck who is standing across from us, his eyes never leaving me.
It’s just the four of us in the room, like an uncomfortable double date.
The enormous Drandroka hands Avery a ceramic wine glass and then hands one to me. “Thank you,” I say, gulping as I look up at his seven foot something body. It’s pure thick muscle.
“Thank you, Turic,” Avery says, winking at him. His hard face melts and he turns away with his blue cheeks turning a shade darker.
I take a sip of the harsh wine and erupt in a coughing fit.
“You’ll get used to it,” Avery says, laughing as she takes a sip.
I lean in towards Avery and the big guy guarding her doesn’t seem to like it. “What the hell is going on here?” I whisper to her.
She takes another sip of the wine and turns to the two Drandrokas in the room. “Turic. Cookie Monster. Translators off.”
The two blue warriors instantly reach behind their ears and pluck off the black dots. They lower their heads as they place them in Avery’s outstretched hand.
“Okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “What the fuck, Avery? You’re their leader now?”
She grins as her shoulders shake in laughter. “I’m the fucking queen smurf!” she says proudly. “They worship me. I’m a God in their cute little blueberry eyes.”
I shake my head, staring at my wine glass like it has all of the answers. “What? How? They think you killed dinosaurs?”
“I did kill a dinosaur,” she says, perking up on the couch. “Two T-Rexes actually,” she continues, holding up two fingers.
My face drops and I stare at her with raised eyebrows. “You killed two T-Rexes?” I ask in a monotone voice. I can’t believe that. “How?”
Her bravado starts to fade and she sinks into the couch, rubbing her chin. “With a…with a meteor on the first one and some old wrinkled up smurf dude’s staff on the second.”
I take a deep breath and sigh. “I’m so confused right now. And what’s this kaleem thing they keep talking about?”
“This,” Avery says, jumping up and lifting her animal skins to showoff an ugly tattoo on her lower back.
“A tramp stamp?” I say, raising an eyebrow.
Both Turic and Pontuck bow their heads. “Kaleem,” they say in unison.
“They think it’s the sign from their prophecy,” she says with a shrug. “Who am I to argue?”
“This is so weird,” I say, shaking my head.
Avery’s eyes turn to Pontuck and she grins as she takes a long sip of her wine. My eyes follow hers and a flood of warmth hits my chest when I see the way he’s looking at me with pure adoration and love.
“You slept with him, didn’t you?” she asks with a knowing smirk.
“What?” I ask, jerking my head back. “No!”
Avery just grins as she takes a sip of her wine. “That vibrating bump, right?”
“What is that thing?” I ask, whipping my head around.
“I don’t know,” Avery answers, laughing, “but it’s fucking amazing, isn’t it?”
I just nod, shivering as I remember how it feels. “Yeah. And their saliva.”
“I know, right?” Avery says, staring up at her man in wonder.
My eyes dart to Pontuck. “I can get used to living with these guys.”
The laughter dies down and I drop my eyes to the glass in my hand. “Where’s Mandy?”
Avery sighs as she rubs her eyes with her hand. “I was really hoping you knew that,” she says, looking worried. “I have every spare Drandroka searching the planet for her. If she’s alive, we’ll find her.”
“That’s a big if,” I say, feeling my chest tighten.
She nods. “Well, Cookie Monster found you, so you never know.”
That reminds me. I narrow my eyes onto her and bite my bottom lip. “Avery, Cookie Monster?” I say, my voice tight with warning. “Are you kidding me? You’re making me scream out Cookie Monster during sex. Please change it.”
Avery lets out a little chuckle. “Fine,” she says with a sigh. “You’re no fun. Cookie Monster,” she calls out, waving him over.
Pontuck approaches with his head bowed in respect. She places the translator into his hand and motions for him to stick it behind his ear.
“Yes, my Saku,” he says, when he has it in place. “How can Cookie Monster serve you?”
“Geez,” I whisper under my breath. This chick has got the whole village wrapped around her little finger.
“You have served me for a thousand lifetimes,” Avery answers. “You have traveled through the dangerous forests, fighting the many fanged beasts to find your Saku’s friend. The proud name of Cookie Monster no longer serves you. I bestow upon you a new title for you are far better than when you parted and you get bonus points for showing my friend a good time.” She turns to me and winks.
“Oh, God,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
Pontuck stands proudly as Avery speaks.
“I now name you, Snuffleupagus.”
Pontuck’s face breaks out into a proud smile as he stares ahead with sparkling eyes.
“No,” I say, shaking my head as Avery laughs. “Avery!”
“Okay,” she says, holding her ribs as she tries to control her laughter. She’s trying to hold it together but she’s having a hard time doing it. “I name you, Big Stupid Farty Face.”
I drop my he
ad in my hands as Pontuck stands a little straighter. “Thank you, Saku Avery,” he says, proudly. “Big Stupid Farty Face is so honored to please you, the true Saku.”
Avery is busting a gut laughing and I can’t help but join in.
Pontuck turns to me with his shoulders back and a gleam in his eye. “Rolanda,” he says proudly. “Did you hear? Big Stupid Farty Face’s new name is Big Stupid Farty Face.”
“Stop,” I say, as Avery almost falls off the couch laughing.
Pontuck looks upset as he watches me. “You do not like the name-”
“Don’t say it,” I warn, holding my hand up. “Don’t say it.”
Avery wipes her eyes as she straightens up. “Ah, you’re no fun.” She turns back to Pontuck and nods. “Okay. I name you Pontuck. You’re back to Pontuck.”
Pontuck stands straight and alert as his face glows. “Pontuck,” he whispers to himself as his cheekbones rise.
“Pontuck,” I say. “Translator off, please.”
He’s smiling to himself as he plucks off the black dot and hands it back to Avery.
“Thank you,” I say to her. “You made him very happy.”
Avery shrugs. “He would be happy if I named him Dildo Popsicle Dick.” Her lips curl up into a mischievous smile. “Wait a second, let’s find out.”
She turns to my man and I put up my hand. “Don’t even think about it,” I say with a chuckle. “You may have these guys fooled but I know better.”
She grins. “Don’t tell on me, please.”
I raise my eyebrow and smirk. “What’s it worth to you?”
“What’s it worth to us,” she corrects. “Watch this. Turic. Pontuck.”
The two half naked males step forward and take the translators from her open palm. They place them behind their ears and Avery turns to me with a grin.
“Boys,” she says with her chin in the air. “The beautiful Saku Avery and the sexy Rolanda have tired feet. Rub them until the Saku tells you to stop.”
They drop to their knees and rush to take our feet in their strong hands. “Uh uh uh,” she says, opening her hand and waving her fingers forward. They nod as they take off the translators and place them back in her hand.
“See?” Avery says as Turic massages her feet.
I see. Pontuck rubs my feet with strong skilled fingers. I’m in heaven.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, resting my head on the back of the couch as my man digs in deep.
Avery clinks her ceramic wine glass to mine and smiles. “Welcome to Zandipor.”
We both sigh contently as we drink our wine while our men spoil us like queens. “There’s more,” Avery says, cringing.
I swallow hard before answering. “What?”
She holds her breath as she slides her animal skins up over her stomach.
“No!” I gasp. “Are you?”
She nods. “Yup. Preggers. Knocked up. I have a blue bun in the oven.”
My head slowly turns to Turic, my eyes widening. “Is it his?”
“Yup,” she says, her lips curling up into a smile. “I’m going to have my own little blueberry baby.”
My hand flies to my own stomach. It’s still hard with abs, no bump in sight. I didn’t think that we could have babies with these guys. We’re a different freaking species.
“How big is it going to get?” I ask, touching her hard stomach. “Are you going to be able to push one of these out?”
“I’ll do it for Turic,” she says with a nod. “My vagina might look like a lasagna after but I’ll do it.”
My eyes drop to the ceramic wine glass in her hand and I frown. “You shouldn’t be drinking if you’re pregnant.”
She smiles as she raises the glass to her lips and takes a sip. “Mine is just grape juice,” she says with a wink.
“Wow,” I say, leaning back down and letting it all soak in. Avery is having a baby with her blue boyfriend. I look down at Turic and smile. Maybe one day I can have one with Pontuck.
If I’m here for good, I might as well make the best of it. “I guess we’re stuck here,” I say, but the thought doesn’t terrify me as much as it used to. It actually sounds kinda nice.
“Do you really believe that about earth?” Avery asks. “That everyone we’ve ever known is dead?”
On the way here when we were trapped in the spaceship, Tin Tom let us know that due to traveling five million light years away from planet earth, everyone that we’ve ever known and loved died over a thousand years ago. It had something to do with the time warp speed. I was a bit too traumatized at the moment to hear the rest of the explanation.
“I don’t know,” I answer, looking down at Pontuck’s furrowed brow as he expertly massages my heel. “All I know is that I haven’t been this happy in a long time. Years, actually. I’m happy when I’m with Pontuck. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
“You mean you wouldn’t trade multiple orgasms for anything,” Avery says with a laugh. I just clink her glass in response.
“No,” I finally say with a smile. “I wouldn’t trade him for anything.”
Avery sighs. “I don’t think you’re going to have a choice. Unless Elon Musk pulls a rocket ship out of his ass that can travel five million light years away. Preferably in the next week or so.”
She’s right. We’ll be long dead before humans get the kind of technology necessary to travel this far in this amount of time. And the spaceship that we landed in is broken.
This definitely beats planet Nuberla and the horrible Emperor Rsordan, which was where we were initially headed. I really don’t want them coming back to pick us up again.
Pontuck looks up at me and smiles before dipping his head back down and getting back to work on my sore feet. I’ll be fine right here.
I can make it work here.
With Pontuck.
twelve
“What the hell is that?” I ask as Pontuck shows me around the village. Seven Drandroka males are kneeling around a wooden shrine in the middle of the square. I shake my head and groan when I see what’s on top. Oh, Avery. What are you doing to these poor guys?
There’s a key standing up straight on the shrine and the blue aliens are huddled around, worshiping it.
Pontuck lowers his voice as if he doesn’t want Avery’s apartment key to overhear. “That is the powerful weapon that the Saku Avery uses to slay the many fang-”
“You know what?” I ask, holding up my hand to interrupt him. “I don’t even want to know.”
We walk through the cute village that is full of colorful flowers and nice homes dug into the rolling hills. The Drandroka smile at me as we walk down the stone paths and I can’t help but wonder where all of the females are.
“Where are the women, Pontuck?”
He sighs. “The Sandroka have gone to the Land of the Nevatrun,” he says with sadness in his eyes.
“Why?” I ask, biting my bottom lip nervously.
“The Gods wanted them back.”
A cold shiver erupts down my back. “Where is the Land of the Nevatrun?” I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer.
He points up to the sky. “Up there.”
I cringe. It looks like earthling women aren’t the only species being abducted.
We get to Pontuck’s house and all of the sadness leaves his face as he opens the door and pulls me inside. His house is cute with a big comfy bed and a dining area with a rudimentary kitchen.
“I’m assuming you don’t have running water,” I say, cringing when I don’t see a toilet. He just shrugs, not knowing what I’m talking about.
Damn. I was really hoping that I didn’t have to do my business outside. Oh well, it can’t all be perfect.
Pontuck takes me into his arms and drops onto his bed, pulling me down on top of him. He grins a sexy grin as his hands slide down to my ass.
But it’s pretty fucking perfect. I’m not complaining.
I let my hair fall down, tickling his cheek. He licks his lips, and I groan at seeing his so
ft, turquoise tongue. I can already feel my clit tingling from the sight.
“I was wrong,” I whisper, keeping my lips within kissing distance.
He crinkles his eyebrows together. “About what?” he asks.
I swallow hard, making sure that I want to tell him this, but I’m sure. It feels right.
“I want to be your mate, Pontuck,” I say, feeling more vulnerable than when I was fighting the velociraptor.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and leans up to kiss me. His abs harden under my hand and I moan as his lips connect with mine in a soft loving kiss.
“You are Pontuck’s mate if you like it or not,” he says, pulling away and leaving my lips tingling.
I slide my hand up to his chest and feel the strong thumps of his heart. “You have Pontuck’s soum, my Rolanda,” he says as his heart beats against my palm. “If you leave you will take Pontuck’s soum and he will surely die. Please never go home.”
Heat radiates from his chest into mine as I lower my lips and kiss him. “I’m already home, Pontuck,” I say between kisses. “I’m already home.”
thirteen
A week goes by and I’m loving it here more and more every day. I spend the days hunting with Pontuck, exploring this strange but beautiful land. I’ve gotten really good with my bow and arrow and I can hit a poperwed running full sprint from a mile away. I even out-shot Pontuck in a friendly competition but I think he let me win.
The days are wonderful but the nights…oh wow, the nights. Pure bliss.
Pontuck continues to surprise me every night with his body that seems like it was designed to pleasure a woman. His cock hits every spot, every time and the vibrating bump on his pelvis continues to make me see stars.
I still get sad when I think of home but it’s less and less and the sadness doesn’t last as long as it used to when I was alone. I’m a fighter and I’m trudging forward, trying to make the best of the situation.
Of course, Pontuck is making it easier with the fury of multiple orgasms every night. I don’t have it that bad.