by Guin Archer
“Touch them,” I told him gruffly, losing myself into his taste. He’d had tea before coming to me. I could taste the bittersweet twang of the herbs along my tongue. And, though I know he was trying to suppress them, I sensed his ooroo. I could taste it with the tea and it almost made me lose my cool.
Ruune’s claw-tipped fingers gently kneaded my breasts while his palms rasped back and forth against my hard nipples. A delighted groan from my lips to his ears spurred him on, making his touch a little harder…a little less kind. That felt good, too. He didn’t stray from my chest, a worshipful chant feeding from his mouth to mine as he prayed to the One. I only understood a few words here and there in his babble, but I knew prayer when I heard it.
My sweet man lost all focus on my kisses, his attention riveted on the touch I allowed him to my chest. It was a heady feeling knowing that he could be that lost in me and my body.
Feeling my lips tug into a sideways smirk, I decided I’d teach him kissing properly another time. Sometime when he wasn’t consumed by my tingling tits.
“Stop,” I spoke once and firmly. He did in an instant, but he didn’t move his hands away. Instead, he froze as still as David. He might’ve been carved from marble for how hard-packed his muscles were, too. If I couldn’t hear his heart pounding away and the wheezing of his breaths, I might’ve thought myself as Medusa. Calliope Warren; turned her man to stone.
Huh. He’s as hard as stone all right, I thought smugly to myself.
His cock was straining against the front pleat of his trou and I could see the perspiration dotting his brow. I felt benevolent, so used my fingers to loosen the lashes holding the two panels making up the crotch of his trou together. The man’s head dropped back and a long, low groan heated the air above us as his kii sprung free.
Someone’s happy to see me.
Back to being evil – I just couldn’t decide which side of the coin I wanted to sit on, it seemed – I knocked his hands off my chest and urged them to hang by his sides. He began shaking, clearly fighting against every male urge he had to keep still.
Poor baby.
Still, now that I had the chance to look at one of their ‘kii’ without fear of being raped by it – and I knew Ruune would never do that to me – I lowered to my knees and set my ass to my heels. I rolled his trou down languidly, perversely enjoying the needful grunts and groans from him as I tortured him with my slowness. And my gaze. I didn’t doubt he could all but feel my eyes raking terrible welts over his gargantuan dick.
Kor had said Ruune was smaller, or at least he’d implied it, and that I’d be more willing to take the Xerbai over him. Both statements were technically true, but holy fucking shit.
Alien. Tauren dicks were fucking alien.
Long and thick, Ruune’s kii waved freely in the air, swaying side to side like a cobra’s dance. It was a deep, deep red color verging on being purple and it looked painful. Translucent liquid seeped from the tip that was furled like a flower’s bloom. The furl throbbed and ‘opened’, though, as I watched. The head expanded infinitesimally so there were odd pleat-ripple-ridges at the crown before closing back up and making more fluid seep like a sponge that’d been wrung out.
The stalk of his kii was ribbed, which I knew well about, but I’d never seen the fucking oblong bumps glow before. Curious, I reached out and traced my finger over one. The first thing I felt was the suede-like smoothness of his tautened skin, then the sting. I yelped, yanking my hand back protectively as the glow cycled up and down his cock faster and faster until, finally, the man growled deep and long. He used his own hand to fist his shaft and force it into pointing to the rugs beneath us instead of at me. Good thing, too, because he came in bursts of clear fluid that would’ve splattered me.
Goddamn, I gulped as I watched the head spasm open and closed over the rim of his fisted claw, a veritable river of ejaculate raining down between us. My pussy clenched. It hadn’t been since Mac that I ever watched a man fist himself as he came. I forgot how hot it was to see and how much it could make me throb.
“Bad boy,” I forced myself to say through a voice as dry as sandpaper.
Ruune shuddered, his jaw clenched with his whole face screwed down in euphoric agony. “Bad boy,” he repeated me, his head nodding as woodenly as oak. Even Pinocchio had more range than my man at that moment.
I stood back onto my feet and shackled my hands around the thick column of his neck. If he’d had true pupils, they’d have been blown out from his coming as well as his still raging desire. Tauren, I learned early on, had superhuman stamina. They could bounce back and be ready to fuck again in minutes if they were so inclined. That always spelled doom for me before, but not now. Now it’d come as a boon.
“Beg my forgiveness for releasing without my permission,” I ordered him, squeezing just a little. He immediately dropped his cock to grasp the backs of my thighs desperately. I didn’t miss when his forefingers delved between them so he could graze my sticky vulva. I was aroused just enough that traces of my own lube were beginning to press outwards.
I ignored his disobedience in touching me there without direct say-so. I liked knowing I was in charge and I had control over him and it was making me so ready for what was to come, but I wasn’t capable of fully donning the Domme mantel. I couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right.
“Forgive me, uum Io. Forgive this Xerbai.” He bent his head to rest it just below my shoulder and over my breasts. His cheek nuzzled me. “I will make amends.”
“Aichi; you will, you bad boy.”
“Bad boy,” he agreed again, though his tone was happy in calling himself that. He wasn’t fazed in the least by my hands still wrapped snuggly around his neck. He knew I wouldn’t hurt him as much as I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
I was on the edge of what I could handle before I devolved into slutdom.
I used my body to push at his. Ruune was quickly shuffling back, moving at my insistence, and then allowing himself to be flung across my bed. I didn’t give a flying fuck if Kor came back – whenever he decided pillaging was no longer fun – and found out the Xerbai was in my bed. He said I could have him and have him I would. At present, the most appealing spot to christen him was going to be on the hides and blankets that smelled heavily of me.
Some lingering, barbaric node in my brain wanted my scent on him. I was beginning to understand why guys always seemed to go feral when they saw their women walking around in their shirts or smelling like their shampoo.
“Stay,” I barked when he started to rise up from the pallet. He flopped back down like my command was a brick wall that hit him. I watched his breasts lift and lower with deliberate slowness as he attempted to get his breathing under control.
That struggle turned to ash when I rose up over him to straddle his waist. His kii, which had semi-retreated back into his pelvis, jetted back out. It slapped my stomach forcefully until I clawed at it, fisting it tight enough that a human man would’ve screamed.
Ruune didn’t scream. Ruune growled and pumped his hips up, making me bounce on him.
“Beg,” I rasped, yanking a little on his kii until his ass hit the bedding again and his head thrashed so he wasn’t meeting my eyes.
“Innintani,” he began only for me to snarl. I pinched his unflurling head between two fingers harshly. He choked. “U-um C-c-c-allio…I beg…mercy!”
“That is good, Ruune. You listen to me now.” I shuffled forward on my knees until I was over his cock braced by my hand. He was quaking beneath me and I, too, was struggling. I wasn’t a soft woman. Even now that I had more meat on my bones from all the regular meals I ate, I was still fit with muscle. Yet, I was small. I was stretched all the way just to branch over his hips and it was making my thighs burn.
“You will let me fuck you as I desire.” He made a whimpering sound of distress that I ignored. “I will ride your kii like it was a Mahzri. You, Ruune, will aid me. You will grip my hips and move me as fast or as slow as I demand. And you will not release ag
ain without my permission. Do you understand?”
“I beg…uum Taytani…I beg…”
A flicker of displeasure rippled through my guts and I snatched at his nipples to tweak the bars in reprimand. He jolted and moaned again. I felt his kii aim directly for my wetted opening and press in now that I wasn’t holding it captive. He was enjoying my depraved, harsh treatment of him. Some deeply buried part of my psyche understood that and welcomed it from him. It was addictive to be the one in charge for once and knowing, despite whatever qualms he had, he welcomed this from me.
“Mercy!”
“I will fuck you however I desire, los’kah. You will aid me in doing so. Now…lower me down. Slow, Xerbai.”
Ookay…yeah baby. Just like that.
Just like had happened with Kor, Ruune’s size changed as he delved into me. His cock was still uncomfortably large and it scorched my tight opening – you’d think after so much rape, I’d be a floppy old sack by now – but I could handle him. What I couldn’t handle were the static shocks the ridges of his kii gave me as I shuddered onto him.
I wasn’t even aware of my eyelids having closed with bliss until his rumbling, dark chuckle reached my ears. I squinted them back open to halfway glare into his no-longer wholesome, sweet face. Ruune was looking up at me like the cat that’d caught the canary.
Tweet tweet, motherfucker.
“Not so easy, is it, uum Calliope?” His hands were tight on my hips as he bounced me harshly and quickly. I couldn’t get breath enough to tell him to slow down or stop. I didn’t think I wanted to. His cock continued to shock me. When some of them started to flare against my distended clit on each lift, I found air enough to release wheezing screams.
Ruune banged me harder, his whole body a veritable piston under me. My hands slapped his breasts – hard – as I was made to ride him much more brutally than I’d ever intended. My control over him was gone now and I was a slave to the climax coming at me like a freighter.
I had wanted to go slower. I wanted to prove to him and myself that I was getting better. I wanted to show everybody that I wasn’t the damaged thing I’d let myself become and what my memories made me. Instead, I was finding something I didn’t have words for. It felt suspiciously like my pre-Intau self. The me I was when I was still on Earth and when I had Mac. It was only a little bit, a flicker of her, but his shrugging of my ‘superiority’ and the love I felt for him as well as my safety in his hold…it kindled me.
Jesus…
…Fuck…
…Shit…
…Bitch…
My g-spot was rammed mercilessly, my clit tormented, and the continuous round of shocks from his kii sent me flying headlong into orgasmic oblivion.
My scream, I’m sure, could’ve woken the dead. Figuratively speaking, it did. It woke me up. The parts of me I thought long-gone and buried came bubbling up, whispering into my mind that I was going to be fine. I was going to heal.
…and this glorious man was going to help me get there.
I was barely conscious of his cock blasting another round of cum out, this time in my womb, before I was flipped and tucked into him. Ruune cuddled me like I was his favorite teddybear, his kii wedged tight and snug into my cunt where he and I both twitched and shuddered helplessly.
The last thing I was aware of was tittering female voices coming into the pillau and warm cloths bathing whatever parts of my skin were left uncovered by my man’s sheltering body.
A tired smile touched my lips.
Fuck, it was good to feel good.
Chapter Twenty-One
What day is it?
I blinked tiredly against the filtered morning light trying to permeate through the dangling drapes of my pillau. I whimpered like a wimp and tucked my face back into Ruune’s chest to hide.
His kii swelled hard and fast in me, waking me up in an instant.
“Oh fuck…!” I halfway shouted, halfway moaned when my Xerbai yanked me back up so I was straddling his waist. I was impaled on him and limp from exhaustion, but he wasn’t phased at all. He was giving me a boyish grin that was all tusks and fangs as he oh-so-slowly pumped me on his cock.
“Lo,” I argued uselessly. Useless because I was rocking against the thumb he held to my clit instead of trying to get off. Well, ‘get off’ as in dismount. The other meaning I was trying to make come true despite my full-body fatigue. My next words emerged in a husky whine. “This was how we were to fuck last lune.”
“We will do it now. How will You have me, uum Taytani? Do I move faster?” He bounced me several times in quick succession, enough to steal my breath, before he slowed down so much he might was well have been holding me still above him. “Or slower?”
My teeth gnashed.
“I will whip you if you do not go faster.”
He chuckled at me, but sped up his pumping of me dutifully. The bastard, he wasn’t even remotely winded. He also wasn’t in a sexual haze like he was last night. He appeared to be in full control of himself, minus the pinch at the corner of his eyes and tightness of his jaw.
“You will not do so. You love me.”
“That I do, uum los’kah. That I do.” I swirled my hips as best I could while he had them in his vice-like grip and luxuriated in the feeling of him stuffing me full. “Faster.”
“As uum Taytani commands.”
His fucking me was a lot less messy than my attempts at controlling him last night. The only thing that gave him away was the tension sketched out across his face. He managed my weight like it was nothing – which to him it probably wasn’t – and kept his steady rhythm even through my writhing and gasping. When his dick started sparking, though, we both lost what was left of our sanity.
I was growling almost as much as he was by the time his cum shot into me. It was startling hot, but the static shocks erupting throughout my channel where he stayed buried in me could’ve been at fault for that.
I fell onto him like a ragdoll, my breathing ragged and my muscles trembling. I felt his hands move from my hips to my back and ass. He stroked me with gentle force, kneading my body down from its climax.
“So good,” I murmured in English. My lips kissed just under a slight breast. I was so goddamn short compared to him that I couldn’t even reach his nipples lying as I was over him. Then again, I was impaled…
“You sing my praises, yes?” I could all but feel his preening radiating from him. It was in his voice, too. I snickered at his jest. “I had not known I was as skilled as Your body tells me I am. This pleases me.”
“Do not get a big head, Ruune. You would not be able to hold it up.”
Silence for a few moments, then a timid inquiry. “You…are not upset with me? I did not behave as You demanded. I took control where it was not given.”
“Ruune, I love you. You have my heart.” I kissed his chest again. “I trust you. If I was not well, you would have felt it. I know this. You would have stopped because you cannot hurt me. You did for me what I needed most and that was not to use your ooroo on me.”
“You…do not enjoy my ooroo?”
I shifted up so I was propped on my forearms along his chest. His head was supported by a pillow so he could comfortably gaze down his length at me. His hands continued their clever assault on my body and I almost mewled for how great the massage felt. I smiled softly his way, scratching my nails against his displayed ridges of muscles.
“It is nice, but it is not for me now. One sol, perhaps, but not now.” Against myself, I felt my shoulders tensing up. He moved his touch there instantly to try and ease away the taut pull that was threatening to give me a headache in even such a short amount of time. I sighed dejectedly. This wasn’t how I wanted the mood killed. “Your ooroo makes me feel as though I have no control. Like I do not have a say. It takes away my choice.”
“You always have choice with me, uum Taytani,” he murmured kindly, his dark eyes spiking with silvered threads. I fought not to lift a brow when I saw them. Something told me his eyes we
re going to change a lot like Kor’s had after we fucked.
Fucked. I should probably stop calling it that, especially in regards to Ruune. We’d fucked in the literal sense, yes, but it wasn’t so crass. It involved tender feelings on both our parts and I thought it had the right to be called making love.
Snicking and shifting fabric made my attention bounce around to see the outer shell of flaps being drawn away so it was only the netting once more. I yelped and struggled to hide, then groaned when Ruune’s dick pulsed in me. A gross, squelching sound of both our fluids sneaking out between our locked genitals permeated the air while sticky semen squirted out onto my splayed thighs and pelvis.
That was nasty.
“Oh God,” I moaned, forcing myself to sit astride him so I could pull myself off his kii. It wasn’t necessary for me to lift high because his retractable penis snaked back into his sheath. The mess that gushed out of me and onto his abdomen was…yuck. Just yuck. I could feel my lips pulling down in a disgusted sneer while his chest vibrated with mirth under my hands.
“This is vile,” I told him even as I tried to maneuver off him without smearing more of our ookey mess onto me.
I could hear the copper basin of my tub thunking onto the rugs behind me and resisted my urge to cover up. Fresh surprise made me self-conscious, but now that I wasn’t harangued by the shock of suddenly becoming visible to everyone else again, I knew it wasn’t any different than the other times I was left on show for the Lubrei. Anyone and everyone could walk by my pillau and see in if they wanted to. I was their daily dinner and a show.
Mari’et was the one that eventually showed mercy on me – along with Ruune himself – and they both used their stronger bodies to guide me off my Xerbai. Mari went so far as to lift me in her arms, the seven-foot-she-hulk she was, and carry me over to the tub. I was settled in with much cooing and praise.
The praise was the awkward bit. And that awkward shifted over to mortification when I heard exactly how well my ‘plan’ had worked.