Amari's Adored

by Tate, Pearl

  The warden and his cohorts are always ready and willing to prey on the weak. The first year here had almost been my last. Starving myself to death was how I dealt with the abuse and rapes.

  It was clear they would not let me kill myself that way because they moved me into the medical wing. They forced nutrients into me. It was then I decided I must get strong enough to survive and escape. It was in the medical center I met Whik, also there due to abuse and our tentative friendship began.

  I can let no one at the prison know about my Rachel. They would break her, with her small size and weak body. I study her hair, so fine and short as it flows through my fingers. Ignoring me, she continues to eat while I puzzle over how different she is. I wish we could talk so I could find out where she comes from.

  Her small noises have me watching her carefully to understand what she needs. She’s babbling about something and standing up, pointing towards the entrance as if she wants to go out.

  “No. You can’t go out. It’s too dangerous.” Even as the words pass my lips, I realize how this will never work. I can’t keep her imprisoned here. How would that be any different from me being locked up inside Dactyles prison?

  It’s when she motions to her crotch and hops up and down a bit, I realize that she needs to excrete waste. I don’t have a proper facility and usually use an area near the falls that gets washed clean when the winds change.

  “Yes. I understand.” She watches me patiently as I pull on my leggings that were still next to the sleeping platform. There is so much to learn about each other. Now I’m concerned about teaching her about this planet and all the danger it holds.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  - Rachel

  Thank goodness Amari figures out I need to pee! I’ve waited as long as I can and now that I’ve stood up, I could really use a bath too. Or shower. Whatever.

  My clothes smell quite rank now that I’ve put them back on my body. I wonder how long was I out? Not only that, but what happened to everyone else? I vaguely remember Amari taking me off a plane or ship? Were they there with me?

  It’s so frustrating we can’t talk. Until now, it hasn’t been a big deal, but there's so much I wish I could ask. He’s feeding me, but I’m worried about getting out of here. Not that I wouldn’t love to stay and watch him work naked. He had no problem with walking around the cave totally nude. He’s sexy as hell!

  When he went to get me the food, his butt flexed and drew my eye. I’ve never been much for muscular men, but they weren’t Amari. He’s built like a linebacker only taller. I’m sure he’s seven feet or so. It’s incredible.

  He’s the biggest clue that I’m not on Earth any longer. There aren’t men like him on Earth! Based on the last thing I remember, I consider what the hell happened to us. The bright light on campus at the study group... but seems so cliche to imagine that we were abducted by aliens!

  When he lifts the flap covering the cave opening, I realize the dull roar I’m hearing is a waterfall. Just to the left is a ten-foot-wide opening under the falls. He walks directly for it before cutting over to a small area beside a boulder just inside the opening. Ah. So, he pees over the falls!

  That is not so easy for me. There is a small trough area behind the boulder that runs off the edge. I watch in shock as he opens his pants right in front of me and pees! The shock must show because he gives me a questioning look before I catch myself and try to smile.

  What the hell have I gotten myself into?

  Smiling back, he efficiently tucks himself away and steps over to the far side, holding out his hand to help me. I take his hand but then I’m at a loss. What am I supposed to do? His other hand reaches lower to open my pants and I can’t help freaking out a bit. “No. No, I’m good.”

  Slapping at his hands, I try with hand motions to let him know that I can do it myself. “I’ve been doing this since I was three or so, I suspect I can do this myself. Thanks. Go over there please.” I point back towards the cavern but his brow furrows, and he shakes his head vehemently. It’s strange but as he gets more agitated, his dark brown eye reddens. He looks evil as he growls at me in his language, still clenching my hand.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “This is beyond humiliating.” Leaning against the boulder to my right, I pull my pants and underwear down my legs and throw them on the boulder. My t-shirt is fairly long but still holding his hand, I crouch down over the trough.

  This will not work for me long term. I have to get the hell out of here somehow. I can’t see through the waterfall, but it looks bright outside. Blue and green morph behind the curtain of cascading water. I focus on it to distract myself from the fact that I’m peeing in front of an alien guy. The same alien guy I attacked and rubbed myself on earlier until we both came. I’ve turned into quite the little floozy since I got here.

  When I’m done, I reach forward with my free hand to get water from the waterfall to wash up. But Amari won’t let me lean forward that far. He’s pulling me back with his hand and I only get a fine mist sprinkled on me. “I want to clean up some. Clean? Amari, clean?” I mimic wiping my face and rub my hands together.

  He smiles, and I’m taken aback by how beautiful he is. If I had panties, they would have melted off. Sure, his eyes are a little freaky, but his face is masculine and symmetrical with full lips. I can’t wait to kiss him.

  What am I thinking? As tempting as it is to imagine staying here with him, I can't. I'd like to get to know him a lot better—as in every way, but I really should try to get home. Sure, I don’t have a family to go back to, considering how estranged things have been with my father. But with school and all, I was working on my life.

  Maybe some of the other girls are here and in the same situation as I am. Picked up by some alien from whatever craft brought us here? I’ll never know until I get out of here and try to find out where I am. If they could get us here, there must be someone around that we can communicate with too?

  Amari is pulling me back towards the cave. He surprises me when he walks past the entrance to the other side of the falls. I see that the edge of the floor drops off to a lower level. Woah! I don’t want to accidentally come this way in the middle of the night. Where is the safety approved grab bars and hand rail?

  Not hesitating, Amari leads me over to where our level of the floor ends. The ground gradually slopes down. As we get lower, I realize there are a few pools of water that jog in from the falls down here. They make perfect bathtubs. Amari demonstrates how perfect by stopping next to the first one and stripping down. He frees his erection that bobs at me saying hi. Damn!

  Dipping my toe in, I can’t help wondering how that will hold up in here. It’s cold. He’s already stepping in and waiting for me to get naked. More naked.

  I realize I left my pants and panties by our toilet area, but I can still wash my shirt and bra. I’m relieved to see that the water is crystal clear in these pools and I easily see the bottom and nothing else. No weird fish or plant life.

  Pulling my shirt over my head, I turn my back to him, taking a deep breath. Yes, I’ve already been totally naked in front of him, but it is a lot lighter out here! When I turn around, I don’t make eye contact. Instead I grab his palm and take a deep inhale as I take my first step in the pool. It isn’t ice cold. Not warm by any stretch of the imagination but not freezing.

  Hesitantly, I let go of his hand and lower myself down. Might as well get it over with. Leaning back, I plug my nose before going totally under, wetting my hair. Turning my back to Amari, I start to graze my hands over my body, noticing for the first time all the bruises on my torso. It looks like whatever seat belts they used bruised me at some point. I think I remember a crash, but everything is jumbled in my memory.

  I startle when I feel a hand on my back. Amari's gentle though and I relax. He moves a cloth, similar to the one we used earlier, over my skin. “Thank you.” I throw over my shoulder briefly, without turning around.

  I didn’t intend to get turned on again but how ca
n I not? His hands start a slow and leisurely exploration of my back and ass. As he rubs at my backside, I try not to feel strange about another person cleaning me.

  I also try not to think about how I’d like to hop on him right now and impale myself on his huge dick! Bad girl. The tingling between my legs intensifies as I think about him behind me naked. It would be so easy to just turn around and jump on him.

  Instead, I try to concentrate on getting clean quickly since the cool water is chilling me. Working water up my torso, I’m still checking out my bruises. That's when I realize I have weird lines running down the back of my arm. Trying to twist my arm to see, I wonder what that's from? It looks like a design. You know when you lay on a blanket or certain kind of mattresses and when you wake up you have a pattern on your skin? Like that only…

  Turning around slowly, I gape at Amari’s chest. Yes. Fucking hell!

  Quickly, I examine at the other side of my other arm and realize that they match! I have marks on my skin just like Amari has on his chest although his appear to have more color. What is going on?

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  - Amari

  My Rachel takes my breath away. I remember what it was like to arrive here and not know anyone. But to not know where you are? Or how you got there? She’s so brave as she follows me into the pool.

  I don’t have anything for females. Bathing is something I usually do quickly. Just dipping in and out, evenings and sometimes mornings. It’s refreshing and keeps my skin from smelling offensive. Rachel certainly doesn’t need it but she seems concerned with her odor, especially under her arms.

  When I first started seeing Rachel in my daily reflections, I thought I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her. Of course, she was beautiful and intriguing. I realized I probably had some kind of obligation to her. It never occurred to me she would be permanently in my life. Now, I can’t imagine not having her here.

  I can’t say I’ve been lonely. More resigned and certainly not interested in being around anyone. Many men on this planet are cruel. Hardened and selfish. It’s part of living here and surviving.

  Even though I no longer fear them as I did in my youth, I still want nothing to do with them. When I think about what they would do to my Rachel, based on how I was treated, it makes me sick to think of it.

  Taking deep breaths, I continue to stroke her finely formed back. I admire the mating marks that are just starting to show on her skin. They are much darker on me, but they match hers perfectly. Somehow, I’ve been gifted with this creature. A companion. Someone to care for and love.

  Rachel seems stunned when she notices the marks on her skin. Doesn’t she know what they are? She swings around to face me for the first time since getting all the way into the water. I’m distracted by her beautiful chest. Her nipples are hard points that I want to suckle.

  I try to concentrate on her babbling in her language. She seems upset and surprised. Maybe she believes they are harmful?

  I must calm her fears. Pulling her close, I draw her between my bent legs. Our heads are at the same level and I pull her arm that she is trying to look at the back of towards me.

  “Beautiful. These are beautiful.” Running my fingers lightly along the lines, I follow them carefully. Tracing them down her forearm, I make certain she knows I am talking about them. “Beautiful.” I know she can’t understand me, but I want her to know I see them and that I’m not concerned. Only admiring.

  Pulling her hand up, I set it on my chest and rub my own mating marks with her hand. “Mating marks.” Then I continue tracing up and lift her hair to follow the marks over her shoulders and stroke down her back. “Nothing to worry about. They mean we are together. You are mine and I’m yours. Mating marks.”

  My words and actions seem to help. Her small face is still a bit wrinkled between her eyes. She’s trying to figure it out or understand my language, but she isn’t panicking. Her small hand begins to trace my chest and I press in closer, so she can admire them as I do hers.

  The designs loop and intertwine on her shoulders. As they spread out and branch off on her back, some even wrap around her sides. She is exquisite, and I know they will continue to darken the longer we are together.

  When I detect her shivering, I quickly gather her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pull us both from the water. Her teeth start to chatter once we are out. I hurry back to our cave. She doesn’t say a word, just clings to me as our wet bodies rub.

  I feel my cock rising despite the cold. I can’t seem to be around her without that happening. She needs to rest, and my bodies urges can wait.

  Entering our dwelling, I grab a larger cloth that I use for a towel to wrap around her as I set her on the sleeping platform. Building up the fire, she watches me as I put on more wood. The fire is used more for smoking and treating food, but I don’t want my mate to be uncomfortable. Outside is usually uncomfortably warm, and a fire isn’t necessary.

  Miming eating to her, she nods so I go collect more meat and berries. She’s so small, I wonder if she’s been fed properly during her life. Is it possible that her small stature is due to malnutrition?

  I’ve never seen a female anywhere near her size. Our females are larger than the males with more bulk and muscle. I decide then and there that I will make sure she is always fed well.

  Leaving her to sit on the platform, I move around the cave. I haven’t dealt with the weapons I removed from the shuttle. The bag with them is discarded on the floor. I eagerly unpack it and figure out what was there. Not bad, five weapons. One need charging by an electrical current and only has half power. It will be almost useless to me since I never go back to the prison dome. The others are projectile weapons although there is a sling that I’m very excited to see. I don’t have the proper bead bullets for it and there aren’t any here. It could potentially be modified to take rocks or seeds from the vegetation in the forest.

  I move some boulders around the perimeter. It exposes an overhang that has some crevices behind it. Sliding them in, I take my time putting them all in there except the sling. Resetting the boulders, I make sure the floor is fine and pile up some extra blankets there to hide the spot.

  I have furs that I’ve set aside for future clothing. I’ll need to see if Rachel knows how to make clothing with some of them. She seems shy as she looks at me, but I can tell she is tired. She’s stopped eating and laid back on the platform.

  It’s been a long day. I left here early in the morning. Heading towards the prison, I didn't want to miss intercepting the shuttle landing. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of time. I’ve been making the trek almost every day for over seven rotations.

  Originally it didn’t feel as pressing and I did more scouting of the area. But as the time wore on, I felt it was getting close. Every morning I spent additional time in my daily reflections. I'm trying to see more and make sense of the visions.

  I was afraid that she was one of our women, coming to take me under her control. I was torn about that. I enjoy my solitary life although at times I do miss others.

  After a few visions, it dawned on me that her hair was short. Her face is also different from our women. I was still undecided when I entered the shuttle. I was inexplicably drawn to her but afraid about what it could mean for my future. If she hadn’t looked so small and helpless…

  She’s asleep now. Slowly, I walk over to gaze down at her small body curled up on my sleeping platform. Tonight, I will be sleeping with my mate. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this but all I can do is thank the gods and try to understand how this will change my life. I’ve known a change was coming since she’s appeared in my reflections.

  Quickly, I go gather her clothes up from by the water. Spending a few minutes studying their construction and fabric, I wash them out. They are strange, and the fabric is totally foreign to me. I’ve never seen anything like them. I can’t read her words on the shirt, but they all look well made and expensive. Taking them back in, I lay them out to
dry by the fire.

  Crawling up behind her, I pull her into my arms and try to relax even though my body has hardened against her. She’s smells so good, so inviting. She sighs and melts back into me as I pull a blanket up over us both.

  Carefully, I draw out the cloth she used as a towel. Her smooth naked skin is so soft. I pull her close and wrap my arms around her, so she feels safe.

  Tomorrow, I will have to check on the nertel herd. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her here and I need to introduce her to our surroundings. I’ll teach her about the dangers and show her this world. An exciting life with her unfolds before my eyes as I relax and let my breathing slow.

  CHAPTER NINE

  - Rachel

  I wake up with Amari between my legs—again. This time I realize exactly what it is! I guess since I wasn’t upset yesterday, he figures he has the right. Not that I’m complaining!

  As I peer down my body at him in the low light of the room, I see his hair waving around wildly and I can’t resist grabbing it. Sinking my fingers into it, it flows right up my arms. Sliding sensuously across me, it almost tickles until it wraps around my nipples. Tightening on my nubs like a noose, it takes my breath away with pleasure. How does he control that? Does he control that? I wish I could ask him…

  His tongue sets a steady pace across my clit as if he found it and will never let it go. Wait—no, he does as he slides his tongue down tortuously to press inside me. His moan of enjoyment is almost obscene, but I can’t be scandalized as the waves of sensation rolls through me.

  This time, he rolls around my clit firmly. I look down and see him looking up at me at the same time I notice his finger pressing inside me. It’s a welcome feeling as my clenching channel misses his tongue. His fingers feel large as he presses inside me slowly. He never lets up on my bundle of nerves that makes me shake and moan.