by Tate, Pearl
“Amari…” I pant out breathlessly. Our eyes meet again as he presses inside and my orgasm shoots through me like a super nova. My legs tighten around his head and he sucks furiously at my clit while plunging his finger in and out of me. I see stars! My body tightens more as it continues to go on and on.
The first thing I realize as I come back to my senses is that I have his head in a vice grip. “I’m so sorry!” I pull my hands from his scalp and rub his head where I gripped it with his legs. As I sit up, I see he is naked between my legs and his tight ass flexes as he smiles at me. He’s like a sculpture between my legs. Perfect in every way.
I think about how I need to take care of him. That’s only fair, right? I’ve never given a blow job before but I’m sure it will be fine. How hard can it be?
As he turns to his side, I realize that he's been laying on another cloth. He nonchalantly uses it to wipe up the remnants of his come from beneath him. He came when I did. How sexy is that?
Plain me, Rachel Hunt, made a man come just because he ate me out. I’ve never been sexy and I’m definitely not outgoing. I’ve still been working on the fine art of applying makeup. I didn’t have my mother to show me how since she passed when I was twelve.
Never, ever has anyone been seriously interested in me. I would be aware. Just like I know right now he just honestly likes me. There’s no pretense or ulterior motive. When I reach out to sense him, all I sense is… love.
Which can’t be totally right? Maybe he doesn’t get much company? He eats me out like a rock star, but I have nothing to compare it to either. I just know I really, really like him too and I’m super attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be?
Taking the same cloth, he wiped up with, he folds it and wipes me gingerly too. How sweet. Impulsively, I reach for his head and pull him towards me, lightly giving him a peck on the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.” It’s silly to be at the oral sex stage of our relationship when we’ve never even kissed!
I taste myself on his lips and I’m surprised to notice my pussy clench in anticipation. I’m always so horny around him. There’s a dull ache inside me that borders comparatively to period cramps. It's more like ovulation symptoms, where there’s a little pain.
Watching Amari, his strange eyes flash at me as he gets up and hands me a bundle with more berries and dried meat. It looks like he’s been up for a while since things are picked up around the small room.
He’s brought my clothes in from by the falls. They’re lying folded by the side of the bed. As I pull them over and start to get dressed, I realize that he washed them. Some of the spots of dirt I noticed before are gone, and of course, the body odor is no longer in them.
“Thank you for washing my clothes.” Amari’s eyes flash as I run my hands down my shirt, trying to let him know I’m thanking him for being so considerate. He even folded them. He’s packing his backpack bag and stops to watch me with interest. “Thank you. For washing these.” It takes me a minute to realize that the way I’m stroking down my chest is why he’s gone so still.
Blushing, I turn and pick up my shoes, sitting down on the edge of his bed to put them on my feet. I wasn’t trying to be sexual but if he feels anything like me… we may never get out of here. Focus. Finishing up with my sneakers, I peek up at him.
When he motions me towards the door, I realize he’s already dressed. He's wearing what looks like a short sarong and that’s about it. The wild and barbaric wardrobe must be my thing because my pussy is so ready to go. I try to discretely admire his mammoth arms and chest without looking like I'm gawking. I don’t know what is wrong with me? If this keeps going on, there's no doubt I will lose my virginity to this primitive alien.
He catches me off guard as he picks me up and swings me into his arms. I don’t even know why I put my shoes on! As we get to the edge of the drop off for the falls, I realize why. Clinging to the front of him, he scales the walls. Just past our toilet area, he climbs up the face of the wall and then another twenty to thirty feet up the side of the cliff. I can’t even look!
My hands and legs cramp as I squeeze him tightly, clenching my eyes shut until he stops and puts his arms around me. His big body curls around mine and he takes a long inhale while his face is buried in my neck. Opening my eyes cautiously, I get my first real glimpse at this place I’m now living, and it definitely isn’t earth!
CHAPTER TEN
- Rachel
The first thing I notice is how blue the sky is. It's not a soft, light blue. It's a deep blue. I don’t see any clouds right now and the blue is startling. It’s possible the atmosphere is different here than Earth?
We’re on the brink of the falls with the water rushing by us. The river is only about twenty feet across but fast moving. You wouldn’t want to get in the water at that spot. The thirty-foot drop might not have a happy ending at the bottom. I’m not sure what kind of depth is down there?
Amari lowers me down and I stay close to him as he checks his bag of gear. It must be his last-minute check before taking off on our walk. He has an empty sling over his shoulder that I don’t know the purpose of, but he looks at me seriously. I smile back as he turns to head down what looks like a path. It looks like an animal path.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me close as we walk. I don’t recognize any of the plant life. The further we get from the falls, the larger the trees seem to get and it's harder to follow along the shore of the water.
The vegetation is large, with leaves as big as my torso. We weave in and out ambling casually until it opens up to a field. It’s not huge, about the size of a football stadium. The river cuts around the edge on the side we’re on.
Dropping my hand, Amari points at a particular plant. It reminds me of corn. Its height varies but Amari is targeting the taller ones. They have a pod on the side of the stalk, chest height.
Snapping it down, he shows how to peel back the layers of protective leaves and expose a bulb that’s light yellow. Once he’s dropped the bulb into his sling, he continues to walk. As he snaps them off, he hands them to me to shuck like a corn cob, while continuing to move forward.
As we weave companionably through the vegetation, I can’t help talking to Amari as if he can understand me. “Well, there are insects. That’s typical.” They’re hard to miss as they buzz around me. I’m trying not to freak out at the sizes. I’ve seen a few birds, but they look prehistoric compared to Earth’s.
So far nothing looks too bad. Of course, as quickly as I think that, Amari stops. He points out a beautiful, flowering plant that’s growing like a carpet to the side of the path and up a tree. The blooms are huge and a vibrant purple! Incredible.
As I go closer though, Amari grabs me, crouching down on the path, tugging on my hand. Settling next to him, our thighs touch as he picks through the debris on the path. Picking up a small stone about an inch in diameter, he looks at me seriously. Growling in his language, I get that he wants me to watch as he gently tosses the pebble into the area between blooms.
Immediately, the entire ground in that area seems to ripple and morph. Small vine-like fingers lift from the ground, waving in the air. There have to be a dozen and its eerie dance makes me shiver. Looking at Amari, who’s still talking at me in his language and gesturing with a scowl on his face.
Tossing a small twig into the feeler vines, it wraps around it and tightens enough to snap it in half. It disappears immediately into the blooms. It gone so quick. I’m not exactly sure what to make of it. It’s bad, I know that.
When Amari straightens, he grabs my hand again. Tugging me gently along, he continues but stops another ten feet up the path to grab another yellow pod to shuck. The motto is clear. Follow Amari. Okie dokie.
That’s why it takes a few minutes before I see the animals. I’m following so close to Amari. Between watching where I step and working on shucking the plants he gives me, I don’t notice them. We are only about thirty feet away and they spot us at the same time I see them.
I see them ri
ght as the one closest to us lifts his head and makes a strange honking sound. Seriously, it sounds like a goose. As soon as it does, the rest pick up the chorus and they all run for us. Frozen in fear, I step closer to Amari. He doesn’t seem worried and I’m glad since they aren’t small. Well, maybe for him they aren’t big!
As soon as the first one skids to a halt, he buries his head between us and I gather he’s after the yellow pod. There isn’t a chance I will keep it from him either!
“There you go! There you go!” I babble as it snags the pod. The rest crowd around, nosing in towards Amari. “He has the rest.” He's already dumping what we collected into a pile on the ground. Taking a few steps away, he dumps a few more, spreading them out.
As I watch, I’m struck by how similar to the sheep I grew up with they are. Bigger, yes. But similar coat, puffy and a bit wiry. Their hair is more of a creamy yellow. It blends in with the grass that is less green and has more of a yellow tint, like the tall grasses around us. They jockey and nudge each other as well as us as they push to get in and work on devouring the treat we brought.
Their heads look very large for their bodies, tapering down to long necks. Not as long as alpacas but that is what they remind me of even more than sheep. At least none of them are spitting at us yet.
I’m enamored. I love the sense of satisfaction and rightness I experience as we are surrounded. It reminds me so much of home and it was always the animals that understood me best. They don’t judge or yell at you. They love you and enjoy having you around no matter what. So trusting too.
As I watch Amari touch them and run his hands down their backs, I get braver myself. It looks like Amari is checking their feet and he spends a few minutes picking a burr like plant out of one. I wander around, watching the antics of some of the younger ones. They seem to congregate together and are very trusting as I run my hands over their necks and backs.
One of them, more on the outskirts than the others, is looking over at one that is lying down near some shrubs. The baby is not that small for a baby. Still three feet tall in the body and with its neck almost a foot long, its head is at my chest as I pet, and it nudges into me. Maybe that’s its mother there?
Walking towards the sheep thing laying on the ground, I notice that the herd is still moving. Further up the trail, it looks like there could be fifty more still wandering towards us. Amari is still working on accessing them and running his hands over them. The baby follows me as I move closer to the unmoving form of what is looking like his mom.
When I’m within ten feet, I realize it’s really crashed out although its belly is moving up and down. It’s on its side and I see its rounded belly protruding in the air and blocking its head.
“Hey there big momma. Time to wake up and get with the program over here…” My voice dies out as the ground heaves under me and I feel tendrils of vines reaching for me.
I missed all the signs. The low-lying flowers are just past its head. And since my momentum is already going that way, I circle up on the other side of it as I start to panic, dancing in place.
Glancing over at the alpaca or sheep hybrid animal, I realize it’s definitely dead. Vines have been fed into every orifice of its body. Its entire mouth is gaped open with tons of vines down its throat. In fact, it’s so terrible because it looks like its jaw was broken as they crammed themselves inside its throat. They’re in its eyes and nose too.
It’s so disgusting, I forget to run. Frozen, I double over heaving, trying to recover and catch my breath. Now I realize why its size appeared to be moving and breathing. It’s the vines that have gone inside it! Fucking disgusting!
Just as a vine wraps around my leg and tightens, I hear a mighty roar. It’s deafening and inhuman sounding. I don’t realize it’s Amari until I tug, getting about two or three inches of movement before I realize it really has my leg. Panic sets in and I scream, but my momentum has me tumbling onto my elbows.
Luckily there aren’t any under my hands as I try to pull my leg out of its grasp. Another vine has wiggled under my pant leg on my other leg. It’s burning just starts to register in my brain as Amari shows up to slam his ax into the vine and free me. Picking me up, he cradles me in his arms as he runs to the waters edge.
It all happened so fast! He was so fast! It’s just starting to register how bad my ankle is hurting.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
- Amari
My heart stops as I spot Rachel bending over near the dead nertel. I realize at once she’s too close!
Sprinting towards her, I pull my cutting tool and snatch her up as I cut the brankton holding her leg. It’s over her clothes and I can only hope she hasn’t been touched by the venom they emit from their fibers.
Moving to the water’s edge, I admonish myself for not watching her more carefully. She’s even more helpless than a nertel. They at least understand most of the surrounding threats—even if they are too stupid to always avoid them.
Propping her on my leg, I roll up her pants and confirm that the leg that had the vine around it is fine. I let out a relieved breath, but I don’t like how groggy she looks already. Lifting the other pant leg, I understand why. The brankton put a six-inch mark on her ankle and the skin is inflamed and swollen already.
Pulling a cloth from my pack, I wet it and wrap it around it, tying it off quickly. The best cure is fentel needles. I must find some fast. By the time I lift her, her head is lolling back as if her neck can’t hold her head’s weight any longer. There’s no time to lose. I know nothing about her physiology or how this will affect her.
Sprinting back down the path, I catch sight of some fentel needles. Grabbing them, I break their lengths into small pieces and hold them to her mouth. But she’s passed out. The venom is already working its magic. It's knocked her out so that the brankton could have devoured her from the inside out.
Instead, I put them into my mouth, chewing carefully so I don’t swallow any as I travel back to our cave. After a minute, I stop and tug gently on her chin, pressing my mouth to her open one and drooling all the juice into her. I’m satisfied to see she swallows automatically when I release her face. Quickly, I work my way back. I stop every time my mouth is full to give her more juice until I detect her body relaxing more in my arms.
As long as she doesn’t have any strange reactions, she shouldn’t be unconscious that long. Her burn is minor. I’m more worried about dulling the pain of the burn with the fentel needles before she wakes up.
It won’t feel pleasant. It’s been a long time since I had one but it’s worse than a fire burn. They also tend to scar due to the chemical the plant emits.
I can’t help castigating myself as I travel back with her in my arms. The first time out with her and I’ve already failed at keeping her safe. I will have to be much more careful.
It’s frustrating to not be able to communicate. How can I tell her and show her everything she needs to know if we can’t speak? That will be one of the first things we work on while she recovers.
She can lie in bed naked and name all her body parts for me. I can touch and name them back in my language. That idea has my eager cock rising. It will have to be patient though. My Rachel is still recovering from her trip to the planet and this burn will just make recovery slower.
Getting back takes a fraction of the time it took to get out. Rachel’s small legs and sense of wonder had made the long trip out worth it though. The herd is fine. Now I need to spend the next day packing her wound with more masticated fentel needles and getting her to rest.
She can do that while I spend time in my daily reflections. This morning while she slept, I had some visions about explosions. Nothing clear yet but it’s frustrating that I’m having visions about that and didn’t see this accident. It would have been more practical to have seen this accident with Rachel and avoided it. It’s also important to realize that things change and not everything happens as it appears.
As I reach the top of the falls, my eyes travel the horizon and
I see Whik just entering the pass. I know it’s him by the bright red head covering he’s wearing. It’s our signal to each other when coming into each other’s territory.
Climbing down slowly, I wonder what he could want. I only have a few minutes and he will be here, so I lay Rachel down and unfasten her pants. As I start to tug them down her butt, she stirs, throwing her arms around me. Pulling me towards her, she puts her lips to mine and I freeze. How can I stop her when she wants to put her lips on me?
But what really startled me is when her small tongue flicks out and swipes my lips. My cock jumps in anticipation at her aggressive move. As I open my mouth, her tongue slides inside mine, tangling with my tongue. It’s heaven and hell and I wish I could forget about her burn and Whik.
Regretfully, I pull away and she moans throatily as she lets her body fall back onto the platform. She babbles as I finish removing her pants. The effects of the fentel needle have done their job. It isn’t until I remove the wet cloth around her ankle that she pulls herself onto her elbows to watch what I’m doing.
Pulling out more fentel needles, I put them in my mouth and start to chew before offering her a few more. She takes them hesitantly but then chews them without complaint. They don’t taste bad, just strong. The flavor is pleasant and one reason you have to be careful not to over do it with them. If you eat too much, your stool will loosen. Then you will spend way too much time relieving your bowels!
Spitting my needles into my hand, I gently place the paste on her burn. Her breath hisses out and I know that she suffers. Re-wetting the cloth, I tie the compress to her leg. That will help. It’s the best I can do right now.
I haven’t reviewed the medical kit I took from the shuttle. “Amari! Hello!” And I’m out of time as I make out Whik calling me over the sound of the falls.