by Nikki Clarke
Amina’s entire body shakes, signaling the proximity of her orgasm. I press my tongue into her entrance, and she loses the battle to remain silent and cries out.
“Kwarq, I can’t be quiet.” Her voice is needy and desperate. I want to give her what she needs.
“Then don’t, my lehti. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good it feels.”
I swirl my tongue inside of her, extending it along her passage in imitation of the thrust of my cock. Reaching over, I run my hand over her clit just as I flick my tongue up along the sensitive underside of her passage.
“Kwarq!” Her back arches off the bed as her orgasm rips through her. I feel her clenching around my tongue, and I continue to lave her inside, drinking her down until she collapses against the bed.
I roll my tongue from inside of her and lean back from the bed. My cock juts out painfully against the mattress. I reach down and release it from my pants, stroking myself to relieve the pressure.
“Fuck you’re big, Kwarq,” Amina breathes out. She moans and runs her hands down her stomach to cup her pussy. I’m not sure if it’s to keep me out or impatience to have me filling that space.
“I am big, lehti, but you take me well. You were made for me.”
She nods, and I’m happy that she agrees. “Can we have intercourse if I’m pregnant?”
Amina watches me work a firm hand over my cock. Her gaze on me is enough to send me to the edge. The tip of my cock beads with semen. I pause my hand and regard her. Her legs are still splayed. Her curly hair is wild around her head. She’s removed her top, and the tight, dark peaks of her breasts beckon me to taste them.
“Are you still sore?”
She shakes her head. “A little. Not really.”
“Then, of course, we can have intercourse if you want.”
Her lips curve in a playful smile. “Are you sure you won't flood them out?”
I manage a short chuckle. I’m too tense for much more. I want her too badly. I’m just waiting for the moment she says that I can have her.
“I am sure. It is actually good for the babies for you to receive more of my semen. It will reinforce your womb.”
“Seriously?” Her little eyebrow raises suspiciously.
“Seriously.”
Amina leans back and opens her arms to me. I rise from the floor and cover her without hesitation. The initial contact of our bodies sends a surge of energy through my body that nearly has me coming on the spot. I settle onto her, giving just enough of my weight, and nuzzle my face between her breasts, licking at her warm flesh, running my tongue over the straining tips.
“I need you now,” I whisper. I want to take my time, but I can’t. The need to be inside of her is almost painful.
Amina reaches between us, and I lift my hips so she can fit me against her opening. The heat of her body sears the head of my cock as I press forward slowly but persistently. She mewls and hisses out a little breath while I continue my slow, steady entry into her warm passage. She’s still so tight, her tissue swollen from our earlier joining. I reach between us and stroke over the tight bud of her clitoris, and she softens, gasping out her pleasure. The increased wetness eases my way. When the head of my cock breaches her, I pause. My entire body shakes with the effort.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she moans out and it’s impatient and needy. She wraps her legs around my thighs and presses me forward. I comply, pushing another few inches into her.
“Kwarq, more. All of it.”
I lean away from her to see that her brow is furrowed in frustration. She holds her lush bottom lip between her teeth as she tries to lift her hips to take more of me. I lean down and suck the tempting little pillow of flesh from the grip of her teeth into my mouth. At the same moment, I raise my hips and sink all the way to her womb with one, powerful thrust.
“Ah!”
Her cry is part pleasure and part pain, but she grips me tighter as I start to work her in deep, quick strokes. The tight walls of her pussy clench around me as I push beyond her resistance, feeling every drag of my cock along her passage through my entire body. My skin starts to vibrate as satisfaction surges through me.
“You’re shaking again.” Her voice is an awe-filled gasp that whispers hotly against my neck.
“It is you. How deeply you take my cock. How perfectly you feel around me. It is everything. Everything is you.”
She mewls softly and pulls me closer. “More.”
I comply, angling my hips to hit her sensitive underside and strengthening my thrusts. A slick sheen of sweat has formed between our bodies, and as my pelvis meets her’s, the resulting slap is sharp in the quiet of the room
“My lehti. I am so close,” I murmur next to her ear as another sharp jolt runs through me. My skin is a constant hum. My hips work in furious time to get her to where she needs to be.
Her knees dig into my torso, signaling the approach of her orgasm. She opens herself to me, surrendering to the pummeling of my cock. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth opens on a silent cry that I can still just hear.
“Come for me.”
It’s a whispered command accompanied by a sharp thrust of my hips. I lower my head and swirl my tongue around one of her nipples before drawing it into my mouth and sucking firmly.
She comes with a loud cry, moaning my name over and over. I watch her head thrash back and forth across the mattress, never slowing my thrusts until her pussy finally eases its clenching around me. Only then do I slam my hips down, wedging my cock at her womb, and give her my seed.
My release is long and drawn out. I manage to keep my growl low in my throat, but it still sounds harsh in the quiet of the room. When I finally stop pulsing inside of her, I drop my head to the bed and pull in a long, ragged breath. Amina’s chest brushes up against mine with each of her answering inhales. She’s so still, so quiet that I think she may have fallen asleep. I turn my head and press a kiss to her temple.
“We were so damn loud.” Her voice is sober, the passion having lifted. I raise my head to see her slowly shaking her head back and forth. “So. Damn. Loud.”
My answering laugher echoes throughout the house.
Amina
“I’m not leaving this room.”
“Lehti, you do not have to be embarrassed. We do not care about these things.” Kwarq rolls his eyes and tries again to lift me from the bed. I hold fast, grasping the edge for support.
“I am not,” I emphasize, “leaving this room. Not today. Not ever.”
I have no idea what came over me last night. No, wait, I do. Apparently, raging Lyqa pregnancy hormones. Even now, I can feel the tingling edge of desire pulsing through me. Apart of me wants to reverse the tension of our joined hands and yank Kwarq down on top of me. I resist the urge. I already can’t show my face outside of his apartments again.
“Besides, I probably couldn’t walk out of here if I wanted to. You destroyed my pussy.”
Kwarq flinches and starts to pulse that tinge of red. “I am sorry, my lehti. I should have let you recover. I should have known that it was too soon.”
He’s so serious. I shake my head and roll my eyes.
“God, dude, I’m kidding. I mean, you did almost fuck me to death, but I’m not complaining. Actually, the ache is kind of nice. It reminds me of where you’ve been.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and his mouth twitches then slowly spreads into a smile.
“I also will be thinking about where I have been for the rest of the day.” Almost absentmindedly, he runs a hand over his crotch, and I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.
“Yeah, well, I’m going to be thinking about it in here because I’m not leaving this room, babe.”
He sighs deeply and lifts his hands in surrender. “Fine, but will you at least let me bring you some food. You must be hungry.”
I am hungry. Actually, I’m starving. The handful of pickles I ate last night have come and gone. I need some real food. I won't admit this to Kwarq though because I feel l
ike his protective instinct would compel him to toss me over his shoulder and carry me out of the room.
“I’ll eat,” I agree casually, even though the very thought of food has me nearly salivating, “but I’m not—“
“Leaving this room. Not today. Not ever. Yes, my lehti, you have said.”
Kwarq shakes his head and leaves. I hear the heavy door to his apartments shut a moment later, and I jump from the bed and toss on the short-sleeved tunic he was wearing last night.
I step out of the room into the living room area we walked through the night before. It’s smaller than the family room in the main wing of the house. But like the other room, large cushions are arranged around a low table in front of a fireplace. The furnishings are minimal, but there are a few decorative items scattered about.
On top of the table is the large basket that the Lyqa lady at the healing center gave to us. I go over and heft it into my arms. It’s heavy. I collapse onto the floor with it and settle onto a cushion, then lift the thin clothe cover to see what’s inside.
“Oh!”
It’s a baby basket. On top are a dozen neatly folded cloths. They’re made from the same thin, super soft material of Kwarq’s clothing, but as I lift one up, I see that they are tiny little tunics in several colors with short sleeves and leg cut outs. I lift each one, oohing and ahing, before setting them aside to see what’s beneath.
Next are several stacks of cloth diapers. They look just like the ones on Earth, but when I run my hand over them, they feel strange. The fabric is springy and almost spongelike, but they’re still whisper soft beneath my fingers. Arranged around these items are blankets, toys, little hats, and gloves for a baby’s hands.
At the very bottom is a stack of very large pieces of fabric. I lift one out and it rolls open to reveal a long, roomy dress. I gasp at its beauty. The hem is embroidered in swirling loops and star bursts. The fabric is similar to jersey, but it’s softer, insanely soft. I can only imagine what it would feel like against the skin. There’s one in white with gold threading. Another is a deep purple with silver embroidery. The last one is royal blue and is so beautiful my mouth falls open.
The fabric of this last is slightly heavier than the others, and instead of an A-line design, this one is empire waisted. It falls in billowing pleats of fabric from the fitted single strapped bodice. I can’t help but wonder what it’s for. It seems too fancy for every day.
I examine all of these things, both warmed at the cuteness of everything and a little shocked that they were just given to us. Maybe Kwarq purchased them and I missed it in the Lyqa part of the exchange.
The fabric of the dress billows as I hold it up. A warm breeze rushes over me, and I turn to the open patio door behind me. After arranging the items back into the box, I stand and walk out onto the stone balcony.
Chapter 17
Kwarq
“What’s wrong with our tongues?” Bati’s smiling, but his expression is confused. He opens his mouth to stick out the aforementioned appendage and angles it up in front of his face, causing his eyes to cross. Ah’dan reaches out to smack him the back of his head, and Bati’s teeth chatter down. He winces and pulls his tongue back in.
“Human tongues are shorter, thicker, less agile,” I say. “Apparently, on Earth, the only things with tongues like ours are animals. She said it was strange. If you give too much during kissing, it can be uncomfortable.”
I’m sifting through a box of recipes that belong to my mother. I want to feed my lehti, but I also want to make sure she’s pleased with the food I prepare.
“We are animals,” Ah’dan says and reaches past me to pull out three recipe cards. “Here. She is sure to enjoy these.”
I take the cards and scan them. They are my favorite dishes. One is the pickled root she enjoyed last night. The other two are stewed in sweet and spicy sauces. Ah’dan is right. She will enjoy these.
“Yes, but for some reason, humans are offended by the idea of acknowledging their place in the animal kingdom. They see themselves as higher than a more basic beast,” I return distractedly.
“That is strange. How does she pleasure you with a tongue so small?” Bati jumps back in.
“Yes, brother. Please educate us on the abilities of Earth women,” Ah’dan smirks. I roll my eyes.
“My lehti is perfect, and I assure you, her small tongue is more than capable.”
Ah’dan grins wider and shifts closer.
“Did she scream when she saw it?”
I frown. “My tongue? She did. It was actually quite funny. She covered her eyes and refused to look at me until I promised not to show her again.”
He laughs. “Not your tongue, brother. Your cock.”
I shake my head as Bati hoots to match Ah’dan’s teasing grin. As usual, my older brother is being ridiculous.
“If she did scream, it was in pleasure.”
“Hm. Still, she’s so small,” Bati returns. “I have researched human male anatomy. Our cocks are significantly larger. How did you not damage her when you joined?”
I don’t know why my brothers are suddenly so curious about human copulation, but I answer truthfully.
“It was—uncomfortable—for her at first. She is small, and—tight.” I have to swallow. My cock stiffens at the memory of Amina’s body clamping around me last night. I was not exaggerating when I said I would think of it all day. It hasn’t been far from my mind, and this conversation with my brothers isn’t helping. “But she is able to take me. I would not join with her otherwise. I would never hurt my lehti. It is pleasurable for her. She releases every time, several times.”
“Well, she sounded pleased enough last night,” Ah’dan says, and I turn to him, frowning.
“Don’t be crude.” Surprisingly, my skin begins to vibrate slightly. I don’t like the idea of anyone enjoying Amina’s pleasure. She is mine.
“It’s not crude to acknowledge the pleasure of a women,” Ah’dan returns, unfazed by my annoyance. “You should be proud that you have such a responsive lehti. She’s lovely. As your brother, I’m pleased that she’s pleased.”
I grunt in response, but my annoyance recedes. It’s hard to be upset when anyone praises Amina.
Bati’s head cocks to the side. “She’s please by something now. I can hear her sounds of joy.”
I perk my ears and, indeed, I can hear Amina sighing and laughing at something. The sounds warm my heart. I almost want to go and see what it is that has brought her such joy, but I begin pulling down pots and pans to prepare her meal.
“Amina is not used to being so exposed, brothers. You embarrass her when you listen. You can ignore it, so please do.” Lyqa hearing is good, but we do not have to hear everything. We can choose to block some sounds out. My brother’s nod, and I, too, close my hearing off, leaving her to her joy, and concentrate on feeding her and our children.
Amina
The air outside on the balcony is fragrant and moist. The humidity levels are much higher than they were last night, and they are definitely higher than they are on Earth. A thin film of sweat beads out on my upper lip, and my hair lifts around my neck and ears as it absorbs the moisture. I inhale deeply and again I’m hit with how different the smells and sounds are on this planet.
The wall of the patio is tall for me, but it would probably just hit the waist of most of Lyqas. I stand on my tippy-toes to peer over the edge. Just as I do, a large, winged bug of some kind flies up from below the patio straight at my head.
“Ah! Ohmygod!” I yelp and duck back behind the stone wall.
The thing that just obviously tried to kill me is a cross between a large wasp and a dragon fly. Oversized double wings flutter from the sides of its bright green triangular head and yellow bulbous body. It darts erratically around the patio, hovering just above my head. I stay low until it flutters off. It’s cricket-like chirps get fainter and fainter, letting me know when it’s out of range.
Cautiously, I rise up to my full height again. I peek ove
r the ledge, and that’s when I realize that the air and ground around me are swarming with all kinds of flying, crawling and hopping creatures. They all seem to move about in a non-threatening way. I watch them closely, curious and also cautious.
Many of the creatures look like some variation of Earth animals, except everything is more vibrant. The colors are brighter and more intense. The textures are also off. Birds appear furry or shaggy. Bugs have feathers. Below, A graceful Lyqa woman is walking a scaled animal of some kind. It looks like something out of a nightmare, but it yelps about happily around the woman’s legs.
My eyes follow her down the sidewalk, beneath the house, and I’m surprised when she gets to the front and steps up out of view to the door. A second later, I hear a musical tinkle sound out from somewhere above me. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s the doorbell.
I wait to see what happens. The tinkling rings out again. I go inside to the door of Kwarq’s apartments and pause. I should at least make sure someone hears the bell.
“Yeah, right, Amina. You’re just being nosy,” I snort under my breath.
Ah’dan heard me and Kwarq from across the house last night. I’m sure everyone can hear the damn doorbell. I really just want to go and see who this woman is.
I look down at myself. I haven’t showered yet. My hair is a poofy mess around my head. The insides of my thighs feel sticky, and when I run my tongue over my teeth, they’re slimy and film over. I’m kind of gross right now. I’m pretty sure I’m a little bit musty, and a quick scrub at my eyes dislodges the crusted over residue of sleep.
Still, I’m nosy. And when I say nosy, I mean the curiosity is nearly eating me up. I have to know. I don’t care if I look like shit. And when I think about it, Kwarq is taking a really long time with that breakfast. I should probably go and see what’s up with that.
I step out of the room and train one of my ears to the hall. The doorbell rings out again, making me jump. When after a few seconds, nothing happens still, I start making my way down the hall, hoping she doesn’t leave before I can get to it. Why has no one answered? Did everyone leave? Where’s Kwarq?