Amari's Adored

by Tate, Pearl

  Arching into her hand still stroking my manhood, her tongue enters my mouth and touches mine. It’s incredible as she takes the lead and begins a slow, steady in and out, mating our mouths. Moving my tongue slowly, I meet hers with all the need in my body. I can’t help crushing her to me as her exotic perfume fills the air, making me want her more than ever!

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  - Rachel

  I’m not the only horny one here. The pull between us is magnetic. I don’t understand this fierce attraction I have for him. He’s all I think about all the time.

  When I slip my tongue into his mouth, he’s surprised but doesn’t pull away. Moaning, I’m overwhelmed by the way just this simple kiss makes me feel. I’m tingling from head to toe as he tentatively reciprocates.

  This is easily the most relaxed I’ve ever been about my performance and kissing skills. I slide my hand up his neck into his hair. It’s so extraordinary and different from mine. It feels alive as it travels down my arm. It seems to have a mind of its own, unwinding and wrapping around me.

  Pressing tight against him, I let my hand holding his cock stroke lightly. He’s a real handful and I can’t wait to explore him more. I want to please him the way he’s pleased me this morning.

  His hands link around my waist as he tugs me forward. My breasts are pressed against his chest as our mouths meet again and again. After a couple seconds, I slow down. I don’t want him to feel pressured. This is about enjoying each other, and I don’t want him to feel pressured the way I have in the past.

  It’s a little awkward as he dips his tongue backs into my mouth. I hope he doesn't feel like he’s not doing it right. Clearly, kissing is a new thing to him. To encourage him, I part my lips more and sweep my tongue out.

  A groan escapes him and makes my pussy clench. He’s just so — arousing? His tongue is setting my girlie parts on fire. He tries moving his tongue in different ways, slicking next to mine and swooping up along my teeth. He must feel like he’s getting the hang of it because he teases my lips with his. His light and playful nibbles make me ache!

  When I come back to my sense, I realize I’m hanging off him, just enjoying the ride. At some point, my hand slipped out from between us and the long hard bar of his cock rests against my stomach. Damn! It’s lifted his little cloth skirt and there’s not much point in wearing that.

  “Rachel.” My name is a prayer on his lips right before our lips meet again. I need to stop before I melt into a puddle of goo on his bed. I have a plan and as he nips my lower lip, I realize I’ll just need to show him.

  I sink down to my knees and pat the bed next to my legs. Pulling off my shirt, he only hesitates a moment before getting naked quickly. Sitting down beside me, he gathers me into his arms as his lips crash into mine again. His tongue thrusts into me and I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations on my body. I can feel my back and neck throbbing.

  Pulling back again, I tug him down so he lies down next to me. “Perfect, big boy.” He’s laid out like a buffet and as I straddle his head, I run my palms down his chest and over his markings. This must be why my neck and back feel as if they are lighting up. It reminds me of sunburn. Not that it hurts, but the skin feels tight. I can see his lines pulsing in time with mine.

  Arranging my legs on either side of him, I give him a great view as I lean over him. Running my hands down his sculpted chest, I move towards his cock that is aiming up at me. I can feel his hair dancing along my thighs and right as I wrap my hand around his dick, he runs his fingers across my cleft. He’s so distracting!

  Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I lift his cock towards my mouth. Lowering my chest slightly, down to his hard abs, I take my first lick of his cock. A drop of pre-cum shines there and it’s calling to me. He jerks under me as my tongue flicks across him.

  Savoring his flavor, I’m surprised that it’s so sweet. Opening my mouth wide, I run my tongue around the head of his manhood, encouraging more to come out and play. Wrapping my lips tight, I suck and moan. He’s so big, I won’t get him in my mouth far, but this will be the best angle.

  Not to be outdone, he moans before pulling my hips to his face and diving into my pussy. Perfect! The shock to my nerve endings only encourages me as I drag him deeper over my tongue. He’s so yummy! My personal lollypop.

  With my right hand gripping his base, I angle him up and down my throat, trying to control myself. It seems like every time we are together, things just escalate so quickly. It’s hard to remember that I want this to last.

  He’s already so talented at eating my pussy. He knows just what to do and focuses right on my clit. In and out I suck him, enjoying the sweet flavor he’s sharing with me as I pull his huge cock into my mouth as far as I can. I want to swallow everything, it’s so damn good!

  Shivering in anticipation, I increase the suction. I want everything from him and that thought scares me. Here I am, shy Rachel, draped across a big alien’s chest sucking his cock while he eats me out. It’s so fucking hot, I feel like coming on his face.

  Pulling his length from my mouth, I concentrate on the head. Running my tongue around it and then taking it in a couple of inches, I hum happy birthday. It's a little trick my roomie at university swore by. I’m so close already. I’m hoping I can tip him over to the point of no return along with me.

  He surprises me by pushing a finger into me and I squeal around him. My hand clenches tighter at his base as I stroke. My body tightens, and I stop bobbing my head as I explode.

  I’m coming, and my pussy has grabbed his finger and is holding onto it for dear life. He continues to suck my clit gently, magnifying the pleasure! It’s the hardest I’ve ever come. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me and I moan and suck around him in abandon.

  He hardens in my mouth and freezes and I realize what this means right before he explodes. His legs jerk as he comes. I can’t resist stroking his balls and continuing to hum around him. Intense aftershocks filter through me as I suck his come down. It shoots hard into my throat and I don’t have any problem keeping up. It's delicious as he pulses over my tongue. Pulling off him slowly, I take my time licking him clean, making sure I don't miss any yumminess.

  Stroking my hands, the short hairs around his cock pet my stroking fingers and face. It's quivering with his aftershocks of pleasure. Vibrating around me, it's as if it's performing a little happy dance. It’s so different from regular hair which always seems intrusive. This is more like another participant in our sexual activity and I love it.

  That’s not all I love, I acknowledge briefly. He’s so attractive and sexy, it’s hard not to let my libido carry away my feelings. What girl wouldn’t feel super happy and sated after that?

  He’s so muscular, he pulls me up and off him and I let him with only a little whine. His chuckle lets me know he noticed as he turns me around to drape me over him. His legs are still hanging off the bed from the knees down, but my feet barely hit the bottom of the bed. He rolls us to our sides and takes my head in his hand to pull it to him and kiss me again.

  His look is possessive and content and I’m sure I look the same. I return his kisses with the same languid satisfaction as we relax. That was awesom,e and I want him to realize it was great for me too. I love how he’s not pushy and constantly giving me the guilt trip for not fucking him. My experiences with guys have never been great.

  I’m startled when he pulls away quickly and hops up from the bed. I’m sure I still have a half pucker on my lips. I may even still have my tongue half out.

  Sitting up, I watch him quickly pull on his clothing.

  “Amari?” He looks up at his name but shakes his head and puts his finger to his lips. So, he’s listening for something. I didn’t hear anything, but he's obviously going out to investigate. I don’t know how he hears anything over the water fall.

  He crouches down in front of me, putting both his hands on my knees. Pressing on my legs, he looks at me seriously. He wants me to stay. That’s fine.


  Grabbing his head, I pull myself up for a quick peck on his lips before letting my weight fall all the way back on the bed. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not even sure my legs can hold me yet.

  This seems to satisfy him and he’s out the door with the flap waving lightly after him.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  - Amari

  I'm certain I heard something. Close too. The timing is poor. It’s hard not to be distracted by the memory of Rachel’s juices soaking my face as she sucked me dry.

  As I scale beside the waterfall, I take my time, so I can peek over the ridge. Sure enough, I glimpse a flash of bright red right on the edge of the trees, but it’s gone before I can register who or what it is. I hesitate.

  If I leave, Rachel will be defenseless. Maybe it was nothing. But I realize it’s better to be sure. Lowering myself back down to retrieve some gear, I grab my knives and hacket. I’ll track it to make sure and see what it was.

  As I move into the trees, I think that I can hear something moving in front of me out of sight. Following slowly and trying not to make any noise, I sneak up slowly, gaining a little at a time. As I fall into the tracks they are leaving, I notice two sets of male footprints ahead of me.

  They aren’t talking, so I have to take my time. It’s unusual for anybody to notice the canyon and even try to come into my valley. I’ve been living here for at least five seasonal rotations. And except for Whik, I’ve never had anyone come this far through the pass. You really have to know the canyon is there.

  After a while, I slow because I can tell that they’ve stopped. There isn’t any talking as I skirt around them, circling to come up at them from the side that has the most cover. Inching forward, I take my time before finally getting a view through the leaves.

  It’s Whik! He’s alone and tied up with rope. I glance around quickly to see if I can see how he ended up there. But I don’t see anyone as I move silently. Carefully, I work my way towards the back side of him.

  When I’m on the other side of the tree he is tied to, I still don’t see anyone in the area. Whispering low, I call out. “Whik. It’s me.” Cutting through the ties on my side, they fall away, and I can hear him thrashing as he frees himself.

  “Amari! Go find Rachel!” At his words, I sprint around the large tree where he’s on his knees, with his gag around his neck. “I was a diversion.” His feet are still tied, and he shifts to his butt. “Go! I’ll be fine.”

  Throwing him a knife by his knees, I rush back the way I came. My mind is thundering in time with my feet. Who? But there will be plenty of time to ask those questions. Rachel needs me now!

  It only takes minutes to cover the ground back. I’m behind the falls and entering my dwelling and I can already tell she’s gone. I don’t know what it is. It’s more than the ripped-down curtain and mess they left in their wake.

  She fought. My precious mate fought with them. There’s blood on the ground and as I gaze at it, my mind shuts off. I don’t recognize the roar I hear as my own.

  My vision is dim as I rip through my dwelling. Throwing and shuffling things, I look for a clue to who they were and where they have gone. I know this isn’t helping but I can’t seem to control myself. Bolting outside, I climb up to get the best view toward the canyon. She’s gone! They’ve taken her. She’s gone! They’ve taken her.

  “Amari!” I recognize my name as my eyes lock onto Whik as I get above the falls. I’m on him before I realize what I’m doing, pinning him to the ground. My arm is in his throat and he gags and chokes, sputtering at me. “Amari, please. Let me tell you what happened.”

  It isn’t a conscience decision that brings me back from the edge. My mind seems to be functioning without me and I’m just following along in my body. But Whik knows who they were.

  “Who were they?” I can barely speak through my anger and I spit on him as I try to slow down and control my breathing. It won’t help to kill him.

  “They caught me leaving. They are patrolling outside the dome. They know about her and they wanted to know where I was coming from in my travels.” He seems to give up on talking and drops his head back onto the stone behind him.

  I come back to myself with a start. I’m beating on him and he’s my only friend. Was my only friend. I don’t know what to think right now.

  There is only one thing abundantly clear — I have to go! They have her and I need to get her back. I’m back into my dwelling and sorting through items without remembering how I got there.

  As I toss things into my backpack, Whik shows up and moves into the room. He sorts through my furs and baskets, putting together another bag.

  “They have a shuttle. We won’t catch them, but we can catch up to them.” He tries to reassure me. I didn’t even realize they will be that far ahead.

  “Did you recognize anyone?” It’s the first logical and coherent thing I’ve said to him so far.

  “No.” He sounds as defeated as I feel but I won’t give up ever. “But we can locate them. I have a lot of contacts still in the prison. You don’t have that because you don’t go back and stay in touch. I was going back there to find out what is going on now.”

  That’s true, and it makes me pause. What if this whole thing is a set up with Whik? What if he’s intentionally working with them and luring me back so that they can lock me up again? I’m not sure I want him coming with me.

  Realizing I’m starting to get paranoid, I try to think logically. But the idea that they could capture and cage me again... it makes me crazed to think about the possibilities. I have to get Rachel though. She will be frightened. She needs me and she’s mine.

  I can feel my vision turning red again until the weight of Whik’s hand settles on my shoulder. “Breathe Amari. Breathe slow and deep.” I understand the logic in his words but it's difficult. In and out, I begin the relaxation exercise we all were taught for our daily reflections. “It’s the mating rage. Just relax and know that because she’s your mate, they can’t keep you apart. Don’t you remember learning that?”

  It sounds great. There’s so much from when I was young that I don’t remember. It’s intentional. I’ve spent so many years trying to forget. The averted eyes and slurs behind my back. Deformed. Aberration. Evil.

  Shaking my head, I stare at him. “What do you mean?”

  “She’s your mate. You should be able to feel where she is. There is some kind of karmic string between your souls that will forever help you be able to locate each other. Isn’t that how you were sure she was on the shuttle?” He continues packing up a bag and I hesitate, watching him and thinking back.

  “Yes. I knew she was coming and that she would be on the shuttle from my visions during daily reflections.” Could that be what he means? I honestly don’t remember much about mates. Most of my educational information is sketchy.

  Whik shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe you have to quiet your mind to find her?” He straightens up and looks at the ceiling, his agitated hair floating around his head as he ponders. “All I remember is that when you find your fated mate, you will get the matching markings and join as one. Then you can find each other.” He shrugs again and goes back to sorting dried food.

  If that is the case, maybe we haven’t joined properly yet. I do not understand what I’m doing. I’ve never spent any time with a woman and certainly know nothing about joining.

  It doesn’t matter! I will find her. He may be right. I may need to slow down and enter my relaxed daily reflection state to pin point her but no matter what, I will find her.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  - Rachel

  I don’t know what tipped me off. Definitely not a sound. That waterfall is loud!

  As I relax, I realize that something isn’t normal. My first instinct is Amari, but I can sense him in the space around me and he’s fine. But there’s something else there. Something menacing…

  Right as the thought crosses my mind, I hear rocks falling. I recognize what that is. Someone's coming down that doesn’t know wh
ere the hand holds are.

  Immediately, I scramble off the bed, snatching my clothes. Throwing on my shirt, I shimmy into my jeans. A twinge of pain in my ankle, let me know my burn is still a little sensitive but I don’t have time for that. Grabbing the knife that Amari uses to chop wood, I struggle to figure out the best way to handle it. Pinning my back to the wall by the entrance, first I hold it right in front of me but then change to having it over my head.

  It’s somewhat similar to a machete but the blade looks like a recycled piece of crap. Oh, well. Beggars can’t be choosy.

  Because I’m a sissy, I hesitate when the alien walks through the opening. It’s hard for me to work past the idea he could be one of Amari’s friends. Right? What if I stab someone and it ends up being his brother or dad or something?

  This one is short. Well, compared to Amari. That’s my only thought before his gaze lands on me. He looks as surprised to see me there with the machete in my hands and aimed at him, as I am to see him.

  He’s on me instantly, pinning me against the rock wall behind me with my arms over my head. It’s laughable really. I’m only five foot nothing to his seven feet. I should have hidden.

  He squeezes my wrists so hard! I endure the bones grinding together. Gasping, I don’t even feel the knife handle leave my fingers, but I hear it clatter on the rock at our feet.

  Instinctively, I throw my knee up, hitting him perfectly in the balls. His eyes bulge as his mouth forms a snarl. His grip loosens, and I bend and roll away from him. Snatching the blade back up, I move around to the other side of the fire, keeping it between us.

  If I can just keep my distance, maybe Amari will show up and save me? When he stops wheezing and finally straightens to fix his gaze on me. He’s livid. And blocking the exit.