His fingers stroked the folds between her legs, as she stroked him. She wanted his cock inside her where it belonged. She made hungry sounds until his lips covered hers and stopped her sounds of need. She plunged her tongue into his mouth to mate with his and his response was immediate. His tongue simulated the stroking going on between her legs.
The sky had lightened enough that she could see his outline. She removed his shirt and ran her hands up his muscular chest. It was hard as a rock, covered by warm, smooth skin. He stood proudly naked as she explored him.
"Come see the dawn with me, Shel." He pulled her with him to the cliff edge. There she stood with her back pressed against his warm chest, his arms across her stomach. The first rosy tentacles of the sun peeped over the side of the far cliff half a mile away as he slid his cock between her legs. She welcomed him there, thinking he would take her now. But to her surprise he simply remained between her legs.
She felt the warmth of the Averan sun touch her face and little stirrings of air current in the canyon below her bare feet.
"This is how it all begins," he said huskily. "This custom has been handed down from generation to generation. From the cliff edge we know what we are as Averans. Shall we give ourselves to the wind, Shel? Will you give yourself to me in the ancient way?"
His words meant nothing to her, except she knew he was asking for permission to join his body to hers. "Yes, I give myself to you."
The sun leaped fully over the cliff edge and with its arrival Kleet took hold of her waist with both hands. She braced herself for his penetration. But she wasn't prepared when he jumped with her into the air. Suddenly there was nothing under her but a bottomless chasm. Even her scream rose above her as she fell.
Chapter Four
Sheleigh threw her hands out futilely to stop her fall. What had Kleet done? Why? Why me, echoed in her mind. A black terror rose to engulf her and she screamed. Strong fingers gripped her waist and she gave a startled shriek.
"Spread your legs, Shel," Kleet shouted against the rush of the wind.
"We're going to die!"
"No, we're not." He bumped against her back, and then his hands spread her legs wide. His cock probed for entrance to her body. His hands clamped roughly on her shoulders. He didn't think they were going to have sex before they died, did he?
"What ...?"
Kleet thrust hard and deep into her, breaching her maidenhead with a single stroke, and her question became a scream of pain. Her vaginal muscles fought the impalement, and she fought for breath. He withdrew slightly, and she prepared herself for more pain. He thrust again, but there was only pleasure this time. His hands on her shoulders forced her body into his hot thrusts while the wind whipped coolly across her breasts. She wished she could enjoy what she'd wanted for weeks, but they were plummeting to their deaths.
One of his hands moved to her breast to tease each of the taut nipples into hardened nubs.
"Kleet, stop it! We're going to die!"
"No, the mating flight is tradition on Avera," he said into her ear. "I'll explain on the ground. We must finish the mating."
"Kleet ..." Her protest died as he moved strongly inside her, thrusting over and over until her lower body throbbed with hungry need. She knew what she needed--she needed orgasm. But her fear prevented complete arousal.
She'd never parachuted, bungee jumped or hang glided, so she didn't know to do anything other than fall through the cutting air. She was helplessly spread-eagled for his handling and he took advantage of it. His hand moved between her widespread legs and there his skilled fingers found and worked her clitoris as he'd done last night.
He was ruthless in making her body hunger for him. She cried out in desperation for his next plunge inside her. She couldn't get close enough to him. He wasn't deep enough inside her.
"Hurry, Shel!" he urged her. His hands and cock worked their mind-numbing magic on her body. He tormented between her legs while his cock tormented her womb with sensual jabs and tantalizing brushes. His skill was too overpowering for a newly-breached neophyte like her. Her body exploded with a climax that filled her senses. She cried out as she tried to absorb his essence into her soul. He poured his life force into her while he gripped her shoulders so hard she knew she'd have bruises there.
Kleet's arms came around her and he nuzzled the side of her face. Time seemed to slow, or maybe her mind had slowed under his sensual assault, because it seemed the ground didn't rush at them so fast.
"Put your arms over mine, Sheleigh."
"The ground!" she screamed belatedly as her senses cleared at last. She saw her death approaching her at what seemed like light speed.
"Do as I say!" he ordered fiercely, and then gentled his tone. "We won't hit the ground."
Sheleigh gave herself up to his ridiculous instructions, because what did it matter now? She gripped his arms tightly. The sensation of falling lessened and finally stopped. There was a large swishing sound she couldn't identify. She looked down to see the ground a foot below her feet, which were dangling in the air. All of her weight rested on Kleet's arms. How was he keeping them in the air?
Then for a moment she knew Kleet's feet must be on the ground, because all of her weight impaled her deeply on his cock. She groaned at the exquisite pleasure. Then he lifted her from his body and her feet gently touched the ground. She would have collapsed except for Kleet's arms sustaining her.
"Easy," he soothed. "You need time to regain your earth senses after a mating flight."
As her overworked senses slowed and then stopped whirling, she realized that since Kleet's body had left hers she was empty and throbbing between her legs. She whirled to confront him.
"Are you crazy? Why did you throw me over the cliff like that? I thought I was going to die. How did we survive?"
"You weren't in any danger. It's an honor to give your maiden virtue in a mating flight. Two future mates pit themselves against the elements to show how strong they are. The power of their mating shows how strong their bond will be. The mating flight tests their ability to fly ..."
"Fly?" Her voice cracked in surprise. "You can fly?"
"Of course. What else are wings for?"
"Wings?" she asked weakly, and then she noticed a dark outline against his shoulders and arms. Oh my God!
"Most Averans are winged, but we can talk about that later. By tradition, I'm to mate with you once more now that we're earthbound. Will you lie down with me on the earth?"
"I think I've had enough for my first time." What have I done?
"Sheleigh, don't you understand that you're my permanent mate now, for life? That's what the mating flight is for, to bind a man and woman together as mates."
She gasped. "I never agreed to be your mate. You know I have no plans to stay on your planet permanently. Why would you believe otherwise?"
"You're a perfect match for me, Sheleigh. You're strong, intelligent, inquisitive ... and your body fits mine perfectly."
That was all the warning she had before her nude body was pressed tightly to his. Her breasts pushed into his lightly furred chest, where the still-taut nipples were abraded by his chest hair. He was almost a head taller than she was, much broader across the chest and shoulders with finely sculpted muscles under the taut skin. He exuded a musky scent, part male, part sweat, but not offensive to her nose.
His erect penis pushed eagerly into her belly. The man definitely had stamina! His warm muscular thighs pressed against hers and she felt a liquid melting sensation inside and was stunned by it. She wanted more of his thrusting. After the pain of deflowering had subsided, being filled over and over again with his pounding essence had been highly pleasurable. What would it be like to make love with him face to face, to be wet with arousal and lost in a pounding rhythm as old as time?
She quelled her traitorous thoughts, although it was difficult, and raised her hands to push him away. But her hands brushed across warm skin over smooth muscle and she found it hard not to caress his body.
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Her eyes rose to his, and she was honest enough with herself to know they held both plea and denial for him to see. How could they not show the desire she felt when her lower body was pressed so tightly to his?
His head lowered to hers. She wanted to taste him, to experience his kiss just once more before turning him down, and so she allowed his lips to touch hers. But she wasn't prepared for the jolt of electricity and excitement that seared her body and aroused her sex with a vengeance. His lips were warm, moist and familiar. They sealed to hers and she fed hungrily upon them. He had kissed her many times before, but never with the possessiveness that he used now. She felt owned, branded, taken and conquered.
She tilted her head to the side to deepen the contact with his fabulous lips. Her hands moved around his back to bring him closer. The hungry "piggy" grunts coming from her throat startled her.
His hard arms closed tightly around her. A deep satisfied hum rumbled from his throat and she felt it through his chest. He wasn't unaffected by the kiss.
The world tilted and she thought absurdly of something one of her friends had told her about her reaction to a man. The friend had said, "I felt the earth move." At the time Sheleigh hadn't put credence into her friend's words, but now she did.
When she felt hard ground against her back, she knew that Kleet had lowered them to the earth. The earth itself hadn't moved. His heavy male weight felt good on her, hard where she was soft. The insistent prod of his penis between her legs, coaxing them to open almost against her will, didn't alarm her as much as it should have. She experienced only slight discomfort as his full cock slid into her vagina and she arched against him. She was totally absorbed in the wonder of his kiss.
Only when her groping hands found the bones protruding from high on his back, and she opened her eyes to see wings the exact shade of his dark hair extended outward, did she balk. She wrenched her lips from his, ignoring the sense of dislocation and loneliness she felt once she was parted from them.
She tried to push him away from her, but he was imbedded deeply in her and moving strongly. This man was no man at all, but an alien!
"Kleet, stop!" she demanded. She pushed futilely against his muscular body.
A hard thrust made her gasp and instinctively arch her pelvis to deepen his penetration.
"Kleet!" she complained again. She tried to control her body's reactions to his sensual invasion. It was an alien invasion, she reminded herself. "Kleet, you're not human. I can't do this with a non-human." Another deep, deep penetration made her words end on a groan of pleasure.
"You're the alien here, Sheleigh. Your physiology is different than ours ... except for here." Kleet drove hard into her again and again, and she found her arousal ratcheting higher and higher towards the climax she wanted badly.
Of their own volition, her legs wrapped around his back under his wings, opening herself for his deeper thrusts. Her inner muscles clenched around his pistoning cock, while the head of his shaft stimulated her overly-sensitized inner tissues. The pleasure bordered on pain. She wanted it to stop--but more, she wanted the 'little death' he could give her. She strained desperately against him, her body pressed so tightly to his in her seeking that she was almost a part of him. And she wanted to be a part of him, she realized with amazement.
"That's right, Shel. Go with what's happening." It was a masculine rumble of approval, and she wondered what he was approving.
She marveled again at his stamina and at her ability to accept the sensual pounding she was taking. She was on the verge of climax, but couldn't seem to push herself over the edge. Her vagina throbbed and she didn't see how she could last much longer under his sensual assault. One of his hands slid between her legs and caressed her exposed clitoris. Pleasure jolted through her sex to her womb. Her body arched to press hard into his as orgasm swept her over the edge of the precipice.
Once again she found herself flying through the air with Kleet at her back, both spread-eagled to ride the thermals in the canyon. He was deeply imbedded in her as they rode the mating flight with joy and the ecstasy of freedom and climax. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. It suffused her entire body and colored her mind with a rainbow of hues. She clutched after it as it faded, not wanting to lose it.
She felt the hard ground under her once again and the heavy weight of Kleet on top of her. His breathing was harsh.
"I claim you as my mate, Sheleigh," he managed to gasp.
"No," she refused weakly.
"You flew the mating flight with me, both physically and just now in your mind. Only a mate can do that, and you've clearly shown that you're mine. We'll fly often, from the cliffs and like we did just now. We'll have a long and happy life together." He nuzzled her neck and she felt the need to protest his assertions.
"I can't be your mate, Kleet. I barely know you."
He lifted his head to look at her and framed her face with his palms. "Our matings have sealed you to me. The mating flight joined your body to mine as my mate. This mating joined your mind to my mind for communion of thought. Now you're able to fly mating flights without leaving the ground. Your heart has been touched, although you hold it away from me now, but in time it will be opened to me too."
"I don't feel any differently." That was true if she didn't count the discomfort between her legs.
"Let me show you. Wait here."
Kleet slipped his body out of hers and she felt terribly empty. He rose smoothly to his feet and pulled her to hers. Then he turned and walked away from her. Sheleigh saw his wings fully for the first time. They were brownish black, like his hair, and extended from his shoulders to below his knees. They folded sleekly to the vertical line of his body, the large feathers running in a vertical line as well. The wings parted just below his spine so that she caught glimpses of his taut round buttocks as he walked away. He had a fluid stride on long, smoothly muscular legs. He was a fine specimen of a man, if you overlooked his wings.
What had she gotten herself into? She'd only wanted an intense affair with him, not to be mated to him. She had no other lover to compare him with, but she knew he must be a fabulous lover. Her throbbing body was adequate witness to his sexual prowess. He was handsome, intelligent, and concerned for his people and his planet. He was curious about other species and other worlds. He had strength in body, mind, will and character. He was heir to the ruling seat of his planet. A woman couldn't ask for a better potential mate. But those wings ...
Those wings were one of the answers to the anomaly of Averan society. It answered why they lived up high, why their herds and crops were raised high in the mountains, why they flew machines as though born to it. Because they were born to fly.
Chapter Five
A flying species! Unified Sentient Planets had no members like it. Excitement ensnared Sheleigh as answers tumbled in her brain in response to her pressing questions about Averans. She was yanked out of her preoccupation by a wrenching pull. She looked down, expecting to see Kleet's hand on her arm, but there was no one beside her. Then she realized the pull was on a cellular level--a mating bond! It was a rare species in USP that bonded mates together, making them two halves of a whole. She'd studied the ones that could bond: the Bonwee, the Grimari and the Felisians. Cross-species bondings were rarer than that, and never happened to humans. But in all cases, those mates became part of one another during a sexual bonding ritual. Oh, God, Kleet had told her the truth!
Sheleigh became aware of her isolation and her nakedness. Searching desperately, she located Kleet nearly two hundred meters away. The pull came from him! She fought it and the feeling of neediness it engendered in her. But he continued to stride away from her and she didn't want the separation between them. Seemingly of its own volition, her arm raised toward his retreating form and her fingers extended. But whether it was to reach out to touch him or entreat him to return she couldn't say. Her other arm rose to him and she began to whimper quietly. Don't go, her mind screamed silently, but she was
afraid to voice the words aloud. What had Kleet done to her? A mating bond was one thing, but this … she'd never heard of anything like this. She could accept a mating bond eventually … but being physically tied to Kleet? A terrible loneliness and desperate yearning for him consumed her. Finally, she couldn't stand the feeling anymore.
"Kleet!" Her shout held entreaty, desperation and despair. She winced at the sound of it.
He stopped, but didn't turn around. "Yes, Sheleigh?" His tone, echoing off the canyon walls, sounded bored.
How arrogant! She swore she wouldn't beg him. She gnashed her teeth in frustration. He took another step away from her, and her defenses crumbled. "Kleet, come back!" she shouted.
He spun on his heel and was by her side in moments, his wings mantling in agitation. To his credit there was no smug look on his face. He simply gathered her nude form against his own bareness and accepted her clutching hands without a word. He lowered his lips to hers and once again she felt joined with him. She savored his taste and warmth and gave a little hum of pleasure.
He moved his lips across her cheek to her temple, then to her ear to nibble and finally to her neck to kiss and lick. "Do you want me inside you again? We have time."
She could feel the evidence of his eager desire, but she was very sore from the two previous matings and she admitted as much to him. "I don't think I can. I'm sore already."
"I can be gentle, although it's hard for me to hold back once I'm inside you. Knowing that you're my mate is a prod to my libido."
"We have a lot of things we need to discuss. Maybe we should talk instead."
"I'd prefer to talk while I'm inside you." Leading her to a low, flat boulder, he sat down first, but when she would have sat next to him he urged her onto his lap. At her protest he assured her, "I'll be gentle."
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