Another pause as he just looked at her. Oh, fuck, come on... “Gron, do something, please,” she moaned. He murmured something back at her, his face flushed, one wet lock falling over his forehead, and pressed a kiss just to the beginning of her slit. Is this guy a fucking sadist? she wondered. But then he pulled her lips apart with his thumbs and slid them over her, making her sigh and rock her hips forward, her head going back. She recovered enough to look down at him again, and saw him rubbing his thumb over his finger, examining the wetness there.
She guessed she was a little alien to him as well, but he was going to have to get with the programme here. However, it was becoming apparent that if she wanted anything to happen, she would have to show him how. She thought because he matched a human male in that department, that she would be the same as the females on his planet. His reaction didn’t necessarily mean that she wasn’t, but since she had yet to achieve even a semi from him, it could be that he was wired differently somehow. Maybe she wasn’t doing something she needed to to get him going. Well, she would see if he rejected her lesson first.
Ruth knelt down in front of him and took his hand. Making sure he was okay with it, she guided his hand between her legs, her own hand over the top to move him. Her stomach clenched as his fingers made contact with her.
“This is me,” she said, her voice shaking as she slid his fingers over her labia. “This is where you go.” She pushed him deeper, showing him that there was an entrance that yielded to her finger when she briefly entered herself. With her other hand she gently lay her fingertips against his shaft, which still lay asleep in his lap. She hoped he got what she was trying to say. “And this is where the magic happens,” she concluded, guiding his finger to swirl over her clit. Her voice may have failed a little, but whatever. She’d done all she could. Now it was up to him.
His hand didn’t move away from her. Instead, hesitantly, he repeated the motions she had shown him, sliding his fingers over her, into her, then circling her clit rhythmically. When he pushed his thick finger inside her, she’d gasped and tightened around him. She lay her hands against his neck, feeling his pulse and how warm he was, and rested her head against his shoulder. “Oh fuck, you’re perfect,” she moaned, riding his hand as he started again. He grunted something back to her and used his free hand to pull her into his lap, and she straddled him gladly. He added another finger to the one already pumping in and out of her, and growled. She got louder, making little cries every time he thrust into her, bouncing up and down to meet him. His other hand joined in, the thumb rubbing her clit in little circles that had her climbing quickly to orgasm.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, forgetting for the moment that it was not a practice he was exactly familiar with, but she pressed him hard until he opened his mouth, and she found his tongue with hers. He was a quick study, and his rhythm didn’t suffer from the attack, which was impressive. She came hard, moaning into his mouth as her body seized around his hand again and again. She had to take his hands away since he didn’t seem to know when to stop, and she washed their hands in the stream, giving herself a cursory rinse too.
Well, she felt better. Even if he didn’t get hard for her, they could still make it work if they wanted to. He was watching her as if surprised to see her back to normal, but she didn’t know what to do for him, while his dick was soft. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed his face into hers, startling her until she realised he was asking for a kiss. She smiled, and obliged, kissing him softly at first, nibbling his lower lip and licking the seam of his mouth before sealing her mouth over his and going to work on his tongue. He seemed keen to learn what she was doing, one hand going to the back of her neck as he became more active. She was glad to kiss him for as long as he wanted, but eventually she had to break away when her jaw started to hurt. She smiled at him and brushed his cheekbone with her thumb.
“We should get going again,” she said. “I’m going to get pruney in this stream.” She pointed back into the forest, and he appeared to reluctantly agree. He climbed out and pushed the water from his fur. Ruth took a few more gulps of water to rehydrate before she joined him.
Chapter 16
They stopped several times when Gron thought he had identified something they could eat. Sometimes it was more of those nuts, once it was a young tree which Gron broke into, digging the soft inside out and offering it to her. It must have been some kind of sap, but it had the texture and taste of peanut butter. It was a very lean diet, but it would keep them alive for now, she hoped. They only stopped moving when night was falling again, this time having found a small cave they could use for shelter.
Ruth looked around while Gron made trips outside, bringing in leaves and moss that he was piling up for a bed. The large palm-like fronds of the trees were surprisingly comfortable, but Ruth was still concerned that she hadn’t seen any wildlife at all. Nothing like a deer, or a bear, or a rabbit, or a squirrel or even a bird! It was ominous, to say the least. Maybe they’d all been poisoned by something that wasn’t affecting them yet. Whatever it was, Ruth didn’t think they could survive where they were for long.
For now though, the cave was warm and dry. Ruth moved about picking up the largest bits of debris and throwing them outside. It was the best she could do without a broom. She wondered if she could start a fire. She never had before, but she supposed she’d make it work eventually with enough time. She would feel better if they had one for light inside the cave, but she also knew if they were still being followed, it might be seen and they would be captured again. She sighed. What would her life be now? She was happy enough at the moment, free from the cell with Gron by her side, but she knew eventually this kind of life would get very hard for her. They would have to work for food every day or they wouldn’t eat. If the weather got even a little colder, she would have to make her own clothes somehow. If she got sick or injured, she might die. If anything happened to Gron, she almost certainly would. Her life would be hard and precarious unless she somehow rejoined civilisation.
She pushed those thoughts from her mind as it got almost too dark to see. She joined Gron on the bed he had made, and he pulled her into his arms to sleep. It didn’t even matter that much that he wouldn’t or couldn’t have sex with her. This was enough. Having someone, being held, being cherished. She kissed his arm as she settled down. Maybe she just had to wait. Maybe he had a mating season or something. She felt his tail drape over her hip again and smiled, giving it a welcoming stroke as she closed her eyes. Yeah, this was enough.
She was woken in the night when Gron shook her awake, saying her name. She looked over her shoulder at him, trying to make out his face in the dark. His eyes were wide and he was leaning over her, looking agitated.
“Gron, what is it?” she said, scared he’d sensed their pursuers catching up to them again. He said something, then began gently pulling her legs apart. “What are you doing?” she complained, putting her hand on his arm. His skin was hot, really hot. She touched his face. He must be sick with a temperature like that, maybe he was delirious. Then she felt something touch her belly that was pretty hard to misunderstand. Looked like he’d got over his little problem and wanted to share it with her. The middle of the night was a funny time for it though.
She reached between them just to be sure, and her hand met with a formidable erection. He did not disappoint in that department. His flesh was super-heated and swollen, and he thrust into her hand almost the second she touched him. When she looked back at his face, his expression was almost scared. Was this the first time this had happened to him? She stroked him again, more slowly, and his eyes drifted closed as he whispered quickly. She could tell her palm was getting wet with pre-come. She settled onto her back between his bracketed arms, position their bodies as she would have on Earth, while he stared at her as if expecting her to do something to fix him. She took pity on him.
He shifted his weight nervously, as if impatient but not quite knowing what to do next. Ruth smil
ed and pulled his hips down, encouraging him to settle more of his weight on her. She guided his face to hers for a kiss, and he moaned. She wriggled so she could get her legs open. Their height difference meant that her crotch was pressed against his stomach, which was fine with her for now. She’d just woken up, she wasn’t quite ready to go yet.
As she kissed him, she took his hand and laid it over her breast, and he jerked away, breaking the kiss and looking at her uncertainly, as if he wasn’t sure she’d meant to do that. She smiled and put his hand back, showing him how she liked to be touched. He took over and explored her, running his thumb over her firm nipple as if wondering at it. She was starting to get hot herself under his ministrations, with his hard stomach pinning her legs apart and his defined abs pressing against her sex. Ruth rocked her hips against him, but he must have been too distracted to notice.
Or at least, that was what she thought, until she felt fur come prickling against her. She gasped as his tail took liberties with her, dragging leisurely up her slit for no reason she could see other than to pleasure her. She knew she shouldn’t be reacting this way to a tail, but God help her, she was. She couldn’t help it, and ground against Gron again to encourage him to do more. He looked down at her then as if realising he’d been rumbled, and went back to kissing her, one hand still on her breast, his tail flicking ruthlessly against her clit and making her writhe. He was a quick study alright, only needing to be shown something once before he was on it like a champ.
Ruth was getting ramped up quickly and wanted to do a little touching of her own, so she wrestled her hand between their bodies and scratched at the fur on his belly as if she could reel his dick in. His erection was still new to her, and she didn’t know what had brought it on when it had been so conspicuously absent earlier, but she was willing to make up for lost time now. Gron obligingly shifted up so she could reach him and she gripped him, stroking over him rhythmically, making him growl, and kiss her harder. He reared up suddenly and went back on his knees, looking down between her spread legs as if ready to move onto the next stage. She got a good look at his erection then and quailed. She’d got used to his size when he was just walking around, but now that it had finally woken up, the idea that it was going inside her had her rethinking the physics of it.
Wet she might be, and she had ridden his fingers to her heart’s content earlier that day, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to communicate things like “go slowly” to him quickly. She took his hand and guided it between her legs.
“Remember this, Gron?” she murmured. “You know how to do this.” She was rewarded when he sunk a finger into her tentatively as if not sure that was what she wanted. Her back arched and she panted as he obligingly worked her. She bit her lip and smiled, holding up two fingers, a request he immediately obeyed. She moaned and shifted their positions, sitting up and pulling his hand away when she felt she was ready. She gently pushed his chest, encouraging him to lean back and hold himself up on his arms, his legs out in front of him as she climbed across them, sitting across his thighs. His position really showed off his muscles, offering them up to her hands like a buffet. She took a moment to trail her fingers over them, watching them jerk under her touch, her sex pulsing with desire. She never thought she’d have a guy like this under her, fur, fangs and tail notwithstanding.
She speculated for a minute on all the delicious things she could do with his body, running her fingertips up the side of his hard, red dick, making him growl again. She thought about teasing him for as long as she could, but she didn’t want to wait either. She’d been ready for this days ago. She went onto her knees and directed him to her entrance, checking his face for any sign that he was confused about what was about to happen, but he only looked focused and curious, like he was committing this to memory to be repeated and practiced later. Reassured, she wiggled herself over him until the head of his shaft was unobstructed, then slowly began working her way down, keeping her eyes on his face.
Gron snarled viciously after only about an inch, and she immediately popped herself off him. Startled, she wondered if she had somehow surprised him with her actions. He lay flat and lay an arm over his eyes, breathing more heavily than she had ever seen him. Was he having some kind of crisis? Had he decided he couldn’t cheat on Mrs Gron after all? Ruth began to scramble off him but he seized her hips, suddenly in her face. He settled her back into the position she had held before, only letting go when he seemed to believe she would stay there. He spoke and ran his hands down her sides and over her thighs, obviously explaining his actions though she didn’t understand a word. He touched her face and ran his hands through her hair, speaking low to her while she could only try to look sympathetic. He lay down flat again, staring determinedly at the ceiling and making an obvious effort to control his breathing.
He lifted her hips over him again, leaving her kneeling there. She guessed that was her cue to try again, but she was hesitant after his previous reaction. She wanted this, but not if it hurt him in some way. He noticed her reluctance and stroked her thigh again, apparently telling her that it was okay, so she tried again to push him inside her. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as her muscles twitched around him at the invasion, but she stayed relaxed as she finally got fully-seated, her nails digging into his stomach, her head dropped forward as she breathed until she got used to it. God, he felt good. So good.
She heard a grunt and glanced up to see him biting his own tail, the furry limb going between his jaws behind his fangs.
“No!” she cried and lunged forward, pulling his jaw open and sliding his tail out. “Don’t do that!” She cradled his tail to her chest, the fur ruffled and wet where it had been in his mouth. He panted something at her, some explanation, but she cut him off as she smoothed the fur down again with a finger tip, making it twitch in her hand. “I don’t care, you don’t hurt yourself. This isn’t worth that,” she said, making to get off him. He grabbed her and drove her back down, pushing sudden moans from both of them. His fingers gripped her hard and she fought not to grind down on him. When they could breathe again, his tail slipped from her hands and wrapped around her hips, going over one thigh, across her ass, and curling over her other thigh to lie in the dip where it joined her body. He spoke again and stroked her thigh.
Ruth didn’t move, watching him sceptically. Apparently, Gron didn’t want her stopping, but she didn’t know what to expect if she continued. He was very snarly and growly right now, and while a big part of her found that incredibly hot, she wasn’t sure it meant he was in a good mood. He said something short and stroked her leg again, this time adding a small roll of his hips to encourage her. It looked like whatever he’d been struggling with was fixed now. She dragged herself up a few experimental inches and sunk down again, but he didn’t react other than to start breathing a little more heavily. Okay then.
Keeping her eyes on him, Ruth built up to a steady rhythm. God, he felt good, pushing into her just the right way, the fur at his groin teasing her clit on every down-stroke. His tail tightened around her, and his hand on her leg gripped her in time with her motions. She placed his hands on her hips so he could communicate to her more easily what he wanted, and he pulled at her almost instinctively. He growled again and bent one leg for leverage as he began bumping his hips up to meet her, increasing their pace. Ruth moaned and dug her fingers into the muscles of his stomach, leaning forward to give her clit more stimulation. Gron was properly snarling now, those huge teeth on display, grabbing her ass tightly and pumping up into her. She brought his thumb to her clit and tightened around him as she raced him to the finish. He came first, back arching against the cave floor, letting out a powerful roar. She felt him swell and his heat empty into her which pushed her over the edge, clamping down on him so hard he wouldn’t have been able to pull out if he’d tried.
She cried out when she came then fell forwards onto his chest. She lay there to catch her breath, feeling his heart pound under her hand as his dick grew soft inside h
er. His arms came up around her to hold her to him and he said something she didn’t understand. The fur made his chest really quite comfortable to lie on actually. She watched her fingers comb through it. When she felt strong enough, she pushed herself up to smile down at him, disengaging from his body. He let her go and watched curiously, readily accepting her back into his arms when she lay down beside him. He stroked his fingers over her arm and face and said something quietly that was probably romantic, given the circumstances. She considered the benefits of sleeping with a guy who couldn’t say anything stupid about it afterwards. At least he was a cuddler. His tail slipped over her hip again and she reached for it almost reflexively, stroking over the end, checking for damage caused by his teeth.
Gron settled down for sleep, but Ruth found herself wide awake. What had they just done? She’d had sex, great sex, with an alien she couldn’t communicate with in a cave on a planet she didn’t even know the name of. She had no idea what significance he took from what they had just done. She didn’t know anything about him, how old he was or his marital status. She had no answers and no way of getting them. She looked at him over her shoulder, still watching her. He didn’t even look alien to her anymore, so used was she to his inhuman face, the only face she’d seen for a week or more.
She needed him to survive, that much was still true. Whatever their fate would be, they would share it. Whether they froze and starved or thrived, whether they found civilisation or somehow started a family out in the wilderness, or never saw another sapient living being again, they would stay together.
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