Savior (The Inteli)

by Hazel Gower

  Danickra burst out laughing as he got close enough to see Salamanda and noted the huge cut on his lip, and Danickra would also swear chunks of hair were missing. He couldn’t be sure though, as Salamanda had a healing pack to his head. “What in all of plunoto happened to you?”

  Salamanda gave him a glare and winced. “My human happened to me. They’re vicious.”

  “How on Vennous did your woman hurt you on the only parts we Inteli are vulnerable?” Inteli were plated all over except their lips, tops of their heads, which was covered in protective hair, and of course their arse and dicks.

  Danickra got a closer look at Salamanda and doubled over with laughter. Salamanda walloped him on the back.

  “You wait. They fool you into thinking they’re sweet and innocent, then bam! They’re almost killing you.”

  The other eight clan leaders and fellow clan members were laughing now.

  “I wouldn’t laugh, Danickra. Your little human is probably in your quarters now plotting ways to kill you.”

  He did wince at that one. It was true that she’d probably try when he explained everything to her. Running his claws through his hair, he ground his teeth and muttered, “Well, what do you expect me to do?”

  “Take your human to my quarters. See if she can calm down my woman.”

  Danickra raised his eyebrow at Salamanda. “Your woman? So did she do this to you after the mating?”

  The laugher was still strong, and Salamanda advanced on him with rage. “Do you think I would be in this mood if she had finished the mating? As soon as she saw my cocks she went crazy.” Salamanda groaned, shaking his head. “She is addictive. As soon as the woman touched me I knew she was mine. I am not giving her up.”

  He turned from him and glared at the other clan leaders and clan members. Salamanda turned back to him, and Danickra gulped at the torn, broken warrior. He stared into Salamanda’s yellow eyes and cringed when he did what no Inteli warrior had been known to do, beg.

  “Please, Danickra. Go talk to your woman and see if she can convince mine to give me a chance.”

  The room had quieted, and everyone stared at Salamanda, frowning. The only happy faces were Dannina and Uvinya, who he noticed were quietly still laughing. Shaking his head, he growled at Salamanda. “I don’t have the communication device to communicate with my youmnda, even if I wanted to help you with your crazy woman.” The room was dead quiet now, and everyone stared at him.

  His best mate and closest ally, Zinoro, leader of the Blue Clan whacked him on the back. “Looks like we will at least have one mating ceremony to celebrate when we get home.” Zinoro grinned as he continued. “Did your woman like your cocks? Or were you smart enough to hide them from her, because I have seen videos of their men, and they aren’t as privileged as we are. Only one dick, and not even as big as one of ours.”

  Danickra winced and gritted his teeth. Gods, he hoped he hadn’t broken her. He should have been gentler. Thinking about it now, he definitely should have only used one of his dicks, especially considering he was the only being she had ever been with. He groaned, and everyone started at him.

  Zinoro grinned. “What have you done? Do I need to go in and show her what a real Inteli can do?”

  Danickra didn’t know what come over him, but just the thought of Zinoro near his youmnda drove him berserk. Roaring, he picked up Zinoro and threw him, advancing on him again before he even had the chance to get up. “You will stay away from my youmnda. Don’t even look at her. Friend or not, if I find out you have touched her you will not live to see the next Vennous sunrise.”

  Zinoro stared up at him, and his eyes widened with shock.

  Danickra felt Dannina touch his back gently, and in a clear, strong, emotional voice she said, “Thank the Gods. We thought heart-mates were lost to us, but it seems you, and possibly Salamanda, have found them.”

  Turning, Danickra glared at her waiting for more. Dannina sighed and pulled him over to the seat. She shooed Zinoro away and finally continued. “Your parents, Danickra, were one of the last heart-mates to mate … I think.” She shook her head. “We never used to have just one child when we mated, nor scientific help to make that child, nor did it to take years to conceive. Before we messed with our genetic makeup, we all had heart-mates. These were said to be your perfect other half in every way, and when someone found their heart-mate you knew it would bear much fruit, and the children would be the strongest, smartest, and so forth. Once we started controlling the sex of children, we saw fewer and fewer heart-mates.”

  He wanted to ask so many questions, and by looking around at the other clan leaders, he knew that so did they.

  “The reason we didn’t tell you all about heart-mates is, we didn’t want to get hopes up over something that hasn’t happened in…” She turned and stared at him. “How old are you, Danickra?”

  He sighed. “I’m only two hundred years old. I still have a good three hundred years or so in me.”

  Dannina nodded at him and went on. “I was correct. Your parents were the last heart-mates that I know of. That explains why you have four siblings, too. As I said, heart-mates find it easy to reproduce. You even have two sisters, which as we know is very rare. Did you ever notice how possessive your father was of your mother? How much stronger he was than everyone else in every way? How they constantly touched?”

  He thought back to his childhood before his parents were killed in one of the worst wars to befall them. It was the closest the Doomicko had ever come to their home world. His father was one of the strongest men in the clan, but Danickra always thought he was the strongest because he was the leader of the clan.

  Danickra remembered his mother was strong and always seemed to be equally in charge as his farther. He also remembered that his parents were always very affectionate with each other, not to mention they hardly ever left each other’s side. He thought of the unions he knew of now, and none were like his parents’. He stared at Dannina, still hesitant for everything to settle in. “What are you trying to tell us? That Opal is my heart-mate?”

  Dannina nodded. “Yes. I should have noticed it sooner, with the way you instantly watched her. You didn’t move much from the glass. You confirmed it though, with the way you reacted to Zinoro’s comment, and Salamanda’s plea for help. Usually, you are always willing to help, Danickra. Also, answer me this. How do you feel now? I bet you are dying to get back to her. Does your skin feel itchy? Are you worried about her?”

  He growled and punched the table, smashing it in half. He stared down shocked at what he’d done. “How is this possible? Are you sure this isn’t because I mated her? She isn’t even Inteli.”

  Dannina raised her brow and smirked. “How many mated males, and I know that there aren’t many, would throw their best friend across the room telling them not to touch their youmnda, or even look their way?”

  He sighed as it sank in.

  “At least you may not be in this alone. Salamanda has been given the same blessing it seems. On a positive, she will find it very hard to resist you, to not be near you or touch you. Your smell will draw her to you.”

  He nodded, and Salamanda groaned behind Dannina, and looked at him just as Trecno rushed in, coming straight to him, bowing and staring at him waiting for permission to talk. Danickra nodded.

  “The translation devices are finished.” Dangolng held out his hand, and four tiny miniscule translators were in his hand. “Place one in each ear and keep them still for a moment so it can settle before placing the other.”

  Danickra’s tail-hand come around and took the translators. He felt his heart surge at the thought of his youmnda being able to understand him. It also terrified him that his charade would be over, and he didn’t want to be in the same situation as Salamanda.

  He turned back to everyone. ”I will go now and tell her the situation she is in. Salamanda, I will tell her about her friend. Just give me some time.”

  Salamanda saluted him. Danickra nodded to everyone and glare
d at Dannina. He would have to have a talk to her in private. She waved him away. He growled and stalked back to his quarters, praying to all the gods his youmnda was still asleep.

  ****

  As the panel opened, he breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Opal curled in a ball, still fast asleep. She was the most breathtaking creature he’d ever seen. Her long silky brown hair lay in disarray around her, and her smooth skin begged to be touched.

  Slowly he walked up to her and gently brushed her hair aside. Danickra’s whole body relaxed as soon as he touched her. He groaned, because he knew he had just confirmed what Dannina had said. This Earthling was his heart-mate, his other half, his everything.

  Discarding his pants, Danickra climbed onto the bed and pulled her gently towards and on top of him. His cocks stood straight to attention, both wanting to explore her depths again. Careful not to catch her delicate skin with his claws, he ran his hands up and down her perfect rounded shape, loving the smooth feeling of her soft skin against the pad of his hands. He had never seen rounded women until they started the search on Earth, so Opal was even more intriguing because of her shape. Inteli women were tall and slim. Most were toned, and all had hard-plated skin. He could explore her body for days, cupping her large breasts. He messaged them and moaned when she arched into his touch even in her sleep. He smiled, knowing they were one of his favorite parts on Opal’s body.

  When his hands came up this time, he slightly turned her to her side and sighed knowing he shouldn’t put off the inevitable much longer. Opening his tail hand, Danickra carefully placed one of the translation devices in her ear. Holding her still, he watched as she tried to move closer to him.

  He chuckled when she whined. “Don’t wake me up. Go away. It’s not morning time.”

  His tail-hand stroked her cheek, and he leaned down and kissed where his hand had been. He turned her and repeated the process, placing the device in her other ear, only this time when he kissed her cheek her eyes shot open, and she stared straight at him in confusion at first then, if at all possible, her brown eyes widened more, and she tried to back away. He held her tighter, not letting her retreat.

  Danickra could see she wanted to ask questions, but for some reason she just stared at him. He knew he had to talk quickly before she looked down and saw the two cocks, which he was sure couldn’t be faked, standing at attention for her, and then she would freak out. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but being the idiot he was he said, “You, Opal, are my youmnda, my pure goddess, and I’m never letting you go.”

  Chapter Five

  Oh. My. God. Opal stared at the fantasy before her, surprised he was still here and not some drunken dream she’d had. Then it sank in, everything she’d said and done. Needing to get away from his intense stare, as well as from the reality that she’d just lost her virginity to a male escort dressed like an alien in one of her sci-fi romance books, Opal scampered back. Opal didn’t get far as clawed hands griped her tighter, and he growled out in an odd accented voice, that she was his, and something about a goddess.

  Staring at him, she slowly looked at his face and travelled down his scrumptious huge six pack chest and muscled body, licking her lips only to squeal at the sight of two penises standing erect before her. Oh they look real. Could you fake something like that? she wondered. It explained why last night he felt abnormally big, long, and thick.

  What the hell was going on? Something didn’t feel right. She gave Mr. Yellow a better look, getting as close as possible, looking for any sign of the makeup, and props lifting, the paint cracking, or coming off, anything that would tell her what her mind was saying to her was real. Surely when he had slept, something should have started to come off. She had the sinking feeling that everything that’d happened, flying into the air, the odd futuristic rooms, Mr. Yellow being so well made up, and finally the odd language that was like nothing she’d ever heard, was all real.

  No. no, I’m dreaming. I’m drunk. Passed out on the beach. This can’t be real! Opal glanced at him again and watched what she had thought less than an hour ago were contact lenses grow a darker purple. Before she could scream or try again to back away his lips crashed down on hers in a hard, punishing, searing kiss.

  “Don’t ever move away from me. I would never hurt you. You are mine. You said I was your fantasy. Let me be your fantasy forever.”

  Opal’s mind was screaming at her so many things, but as soon as his mouth crashed on hers, her brain went blank and filled with lust and pictures of all the fantasies she had ever read about in books.

  Forcing her mouth away from him she stared at him, trying to let everything sink in. “How do I understand you? You were speaking differently earlier?”

  She ducked her head as the images of last night flashed before her. Shouldn’t she be freaking out more, terrified, pushing him away? And, of all the things to ask, she wanted to know why she could understand him. Opal, you idiot, you have a real live alien in front of you. Couldn’t you think of some better questions? Chastising herself, she made sure her attention never left him.

  His clawed hands raked through his hair, and he made a sound like a groan before he looked at her again. “Because I have placed a language translator device in your ears.” She reached up and touched both her ears. “They are tiny. You shouldn’t feel them, and the devices won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

  Opal flinched this time when he gently grabbed her hands, moving them from her ears.

  “You are mine. You are way too valuable to me to let anything happen to you. I need you.”

  Opal started at him, a thousand and one questions going around in her head. “Why me? Why Earth? Are there no women on your planet? You said you aren’t going to hurt me, so then why did you take us? Me? What do you want from me?”

  “You are a lot calmer than I thought you would be.”

  She gaped at him for a moment not believing his words. Ha, he thinks I’m calm. I’m anything but calm. If he could see into my brain, he would know I’m freaking out, Opal thought.

  “I’m not. My mind I don’t think has fully grasped that I have been kidnapped by alien beings.” She giggled. Oh maybe she had finally lost it, and was in a padded cell somewhere on some really good drugs.

  She looked at Mr. Yellow. He did look like an alien character out of one of the romance books she read, although their claws were retractable. Oh, and their hard plated skin only turned hard when in danger.

  She touched his long sharp claws with one hand, while her other hand stroked his solid chest. “Can you retract the claws, or can your skin turn soft when not in danger?”

  His head turned to one side then the other, like he was trying to understand her. Or study her better. “No.”

  “Okay.” Opal moved her hands over his magnificent form, exploring every piece of him. Her traitorous body didn’t care about him answering any of her questions. All it wanted was for him to touch her again. Fuck her again. Make love to her, or whatever they called it here—wherever that was.

  A little voice in the back of her head screamed at her that this wasn’t right, that she should be freaking out a lot more than she was, but the chocolate smell of him doused her fear just as soon as his touch inflamed her desire.

  He growled and captured her mouth and kissed her. “You need to stop if you want answers, youmnda, because if your hands touch me any more you will be waiting a while for those answers. That I promise.”

  She moaned as his mouth came down on hers and her body went up in flames. His hands lifted her arms above her head. What is he doing to me? Was this feeling some alien kind of magic? All he has to do is touch me, and I light up. Opal had never felt anything like this intimacy in her life. When his clawed hands caressed her breasts, she arched into his touch, jumping when she felt a hand rub up and down her pussy.

  What the hell! She looked down as his mouth moved down to her neck, and a squeal of surprise escaped when she saw his tail-hand playing with her clit.
r />   “Oh, aren’t you a clever being, Mr. Yellow?”

  He stopped what he was doing and moved up so their eyes were focused on each other. “I am Danickra, not Mr. Yellow. You, my little youmnda, will scream ‘Danickra’ this time when you come around my cocks.”

  Opal stared into determined eyes, as a fat thick finger slid into her pussy. Moaning, she pushed down on his tail-hand seeking more.

  “Say it. Tell me it will be my name you will yell when I bury my dicks in you. I want to hear you say it.”

  His clawed hands became tighter around her wrist, and he added an extra finger to her pussy. The hand at her breast gave a hard pull on her nipple, stopping the orgasm that was just in her reach. Closing her eyes she whimpered his name, as fingers left her soaking pussy. “Da ... nick … ra”

  His fingers found their home again as he muttered against her mouth. “Say it again.”

  His traced her lips, and her own tongue came out to duel with his while she rubbed herself against him. She felt an impending orgasm, only for it stop when he moved slightly away and pinched her nipples again and removed his fingers. “Say it again, and this time don’t close your eyes from mine.”

  She gave a nod, willing right now to do anything just to come. This time it wasn’t fingers she felt slowly slide into her. It was one of his cocks. She felt the other at her anus, the tip tempting it. Once he was all the way in with one of his penises he said, “You can take me there?”

  Opal knew her cheeks right now would be redder than a tomato. She averted her gaze from his. He growled and turned her back so she focused on him. “Can you take me there?”

  “Yes, but I’ve never done it. You were my first.”

  He smiled a wicked smile that showed his sharp white pointed teeth. “Perfect. You are perfect for me. Sometime soon we will explore this option. Right now, though, I want to stuff you full with my dicks and fill you with my cum.”

  A delicious shiver raked her body at his words, and this time when his mouth took hers it was with an almost desperate frenzy. Danickra’s hands and tail seemed to be everywhere. Opal had never liked dirty talk even in her novels, but coming from Danickra it only seemed to burn her fires hotter. Running her hands up and over his rock hard body, she pushed herself into his thrusts meeting him and feeling the second cock rub against her. He lifted her up, stopping her hands with one of his own while he used another to trace her lips as he nipped at her.