Lovers of the Galaxy, Book Two: Bounty Hunters of the Heart

by Trinity Blacio

  Once they were settled in the hayloft, Miln stood at the double doorway looking out over the barnyard. The women strode back to their little house, heads bent together as they whispered to one another.

  “It has been a long time since I slept outdoors,” his partner mused from behind him.

  “We are not outdoors,” he replied. “We have a roof over our heads and these doors can be shut and secured.”

  “It is outdoors to me.” Rustling followed. “It reminds me of when we were assigned to follow that wealthy commander of the Northern Tribe. We slept in that horrible shanty full of bugs and vermin for two nights.”

  He had forgotten about that time. They’d been miserable, had used up all their anti-itch salve, and their body-warmth blankets had done little to hold off the cold those two nights. After the first night Oshki had suggested they sleep together to help conserve heat. Being spooned behind him had been pure torture for Miln. If he shifted once to keep his hard sapin from poking the warrior in the ass, he’d moved a thousand times.

  He studied his partner as he shook out each blanket. “Am I to understand you are talking to me again?”

  “Having two unpredictable females pointing a weapon at you puts things into perspective.”

  “Again, I am sorry for hurting you, Oshki. It was not my intention.”

  He shrugged and shot Miln a sidelong glance. “I understand, but your reasons—as I have heard Venus say—piss me off.” He sighed. “It is very difficult to share you with everyone else.”

  “I know, but although it might appear it is easy for me to put others first, in truth it is difficult for me, too.”

  He didn’t bother to explain any further and irritate his mate by reaffirming his reasons for thinking of those they protected first. It was their job, but it had become clear Oshki’s priorities were askew. However, he prayed Oshki would eventually learn that life and what one desired were never compatible.

  “We better get some sleep.” Settling in the mountain of loose hay, he added, “We should probably remain dressed since we have no idea what to expect.”

  A snort of amusement burst from Miln. “Yes, I would hate to run around naked in this world and get lead shot at my ass.”

  Oshki chuckled lightly.

  Leaning out, he hooked the door strap of the right side and pulled it shut, followed by the second. He turned to find his companion kicking off his boots and wiggling out of his Western clothing.

  “What do you think you are doing?” he asked, his cock already hardening in anticipation.

  “What does it look like?”

  “What if one of the women comes to the barn to check on us?”

  “Then they will see something that will be branded in their minds forever. Besides, we are now sure there are no kerks monitoring us.”

  “That may be true, but just know that our relationship is taboo here.” Slowly, Miln closed the distance between them. “If caught, we face serious consequences, maybe even death by hanging.”

  “I know.”

  “And you are not worried about having to leave suddenly?”

  “No.” A primal light danced in his partner’s eyes. “We just grab our clothes and satchels and make a run for it.”

  “Well, then,” he began unbuttoning his shirt, “let us see what we can do about making you happy.”

  It didn’t take Miln long to undress. As he finished pulling off his undergarment, Oshki rose and spread the other blanket across the hay. Below them a horse stomped and a pig grunted toward the back of the barn.

  Thunder rumbled in the distance, the sound carrying over the landscape.

  “It is good that it storms,” he said. “Bad weather will prevent the women from coming out here.”

  Oshki held one hand out to him, fingers upturned. “Come here and show me how much you love me.

  Kneeling on the corner of the blanket, Miln regarded his partner lying on his side, his arm crooked and his hand holding his head up. His mate possessed a beautiful body. Although a young warrior, he was all male, eyes bright with desire. Hard planes were crisscrossed here and there by old and new scars, muscles accentuated by the flashes of lightning seeping through the slats. His yellow hair pooled on the cover in front of him.

  Relief wafted through Miln. He’d truly feared they weren’t going to be able to mend their relationship. Until recently, he’d never seen Oshki behave so badly, but before arriving on Earth, they’d never been able to spend sufficient time together, either. He realized they knew very little about one another.

  “Well?” Oshki urged. “What are you waiting for?”

  “I am enjoying the view. You are pleasing to my eyes.”

  “I would rather please your body.”

  Chuckling, he pushed his mate back and straddled his big thighs.

  Oshki closed his eyes and placed his arms over his head. “I have waited so long for this.”

  With care, Miln smoothed his hands up and down his partner’s chest and belly. A trail of dark yellow hair began at his navel and traveled down to join the patch surrounding his sapin. Its softness against his rough palms aroused him, and he imagined what it would feel like to have it brushing against his lower abdomen. At the thought, more blood surged into his cock until it stood proudly at attention. Thankfully, his lover lay with his eyes closed or he would have taken advantage of the situation.

  Moving to his shoulders, Miln leaned over him and massaged the muscles roping their expanse and down to his biceps.

  “By the Twelve Galaxies,” Oshki swore softly, “that feels so good on my aching body.”

  “Time travel has that effect on the physique,” he murmured.

  “You must be sore, too.”

  “Shh. Just relax and let me work.”

  Another barrage of thunder shook the barn. Below them, one of the horses whickered uneasily.

  Straightening, Miln worked his thumbs along his partner’s waist, his fingers biting into the muscles. He rubbed down over his lover’s hips, avoiding the prominent erection bobbing with each of his movements, and worked his thick upper legs.

  “Mmm.”

  Miln shifted back on his partner’s legs, but kept up with his ministrations, his cock so hard he wondered if he would come on Oshki’s thighs. A bead of sweat trickled down his nose, and it was then he realized how much he wanted to take his mate, how much he wanted that sweet release, to hear him cry out in ecstasy.

  The warrior beneath him released another pleasured groan, followed by inhaling deeply and letting the air out in one big rush.

  Now that he knew his partner was truly relaxed, Miln moved down to his calves, rubbing and prodding each one and then focusing on his feet, where he knew nearly every race shared the same gathering of nerve endings.

  “Schizma, that feels amazing,” Oshki breathed, his eyes still shut.

  “Just enjoy it.”

  He began traveling up his lover’s body again, revisiting every muscle, smoothing his fingers over each war-weary joint. Upon reaching his knees, Miln focused on them as he leaned forward intent on his large, eager cock. A drop of precum glimmered on its tip as if daring him to taste it.

  Tightly rolling his lips inward to cover his fangs, he slipped his mouth over Oshki’s erection, taking as much of him in as possible, until the head bumped firmly against the back of his throat.

  Oshki convulsed, arching, and a cry of pure rapture burst from him.

  That one drop of precum sent saltiness over his taste buds. He pumped his mouth up and down over his partner’s erection so slowly his lover panted and gripped the blanket in his fists.

  He moved down again, pushing his partner’s cock all the way to the back of his throat again.

  “Gah! M-Miln, please!”

  Again, he raised his head, bestowing a blessed reprieve, and then pushed downward a third time. Oshki cried out, the sound louder than the rumbles of thunder. In response, he laved his tongue from left to right on the underside of Oshki’s cock.

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  At his words, he released him. He leaned over Oshki, who lay panting heavily.

  “I have never had that done to me like that before,” he gasped as he stared up at Miln, eyes aflame with desire. “Even the harlots on Azutu never pleasured me like that.”

  “You prefer strong warrior men, not curvy females,” he joked.

  “But that act is still pleasurable regardless. However, what you were doing….” With his eyes rolling backing his head, Oshki relaxed and drew in another lungful of air. “I want you so badly right now I do not know if I can handle it.”

  “Well, we have all night,” he answered mischievously. He patted his lover’s hip. “Roll over and let me massage your back.”

  “If you touch me again”—Oshki laughed—”I might come all over the blanket.”

  “Then we will start fresh.” Miln’s laughter joined his.

  Chapter Eleven

  He rolled Oshki over onto his belly and placed his arms on either side of his head. Like before, Miln began massaging him. He started with the wide, muscled planes of his mate’s back, worked up to his shoulders, and then down again over his back again to the muscles tapering his partner’s waist. Reaching his buttocks, he worked longer and harder at relaxing him.

  Rain began pattering on the barn roof, the sound steadily growing louder as the storm vented its fury on the farm. The sound pleased him and he paused, listening. The sounds of the animals beneath the loft were lost in the racket of falling water.

  Slowly, he parted Oshki’s ass cheeks. His partner sucked in a breath.

  “Easy now.”

  “Mmmph,” Oshki mumbled and issued a needy sigh.

  After wetting his thumb, he gingerly inserted it into his lover’s ass crack and delved until he found the resistant ring. Oshki’s breath sped up, and Miln sensed the anticipation building inside him. Pushing against his mate’s sphincter, he smiled as the muscles gave just enough to allow the tip of his thumb access.

  Again, the younger man groaned, the sound muffled where he’d pressed his face into the wool cover.

  With his other hand, he continued rubbing, but kept applying pressure with his thumb, which soon slid into Oshki’s ass up to the knuckle.

  “P-please. I cannot take much more,” his partner mumbled into the blanket.

  “Hush. You will take more and you will like it.”

  A soft, pleading noise was the only reply.

  Gently, he pumped his thumb in and out of his mate’s anus.

  “Schizma!”

  Smiling, he kept moving his thumb in and out for several seconds, Oshki’s cries exciting him so much he paused and wrestled not to come all over his mate’s ass cheeks. Finally, he turned his thumb from side to side, pushing in a little deeper until he found the gland he sought.

  “Please!”

  The hunger in Oski’s voice washed over Miln. He began bumping the gland, rubbing and stroking it.

  “Ah…ah…!” Raising his hips, his lover offered his ass to him, allowing Miln to finger-fuck him and wanting more.

  He listened to the tone of his Oshki’s voice, gauging when he would remove his digit. He didn’t want him to come just yet. Oh, no. He wanted to build the sexual tension until Oshki became a ravenous animal. Then and only then would he take his partner.

  A flash of lighting momentarily illuminated the loft. At the site of his proffered ass, a jolt of desire zipped into Miln’s cock. He moaned softly, the thunder gobbling up his sound.

  As the booms faded, another noise caught his attention. He paused, listening.

  “Please, more!” Oshki cried.

  His attention diverted again, he continued stroking that special spot in Oshki’s ass.

  A long, low growl emanated from his partner. “I cannot take much more, but it feels so good.”

  It was Miln’s signal to pull out, and as he did, a hungry snarl burst from his partner.

  “What are you doing? Please, finish what you have started.”

  “I will,” he replied, pleased he’d achieved the effect he wanted. “In due time.”

  As he lay panting, Miln again thought he detected the odd sound he’d heard a minute earlier. He rose and walked naked to the double doors where he peered through the wide gap between them.

  “What are you doing?” Oshki asked behind him.

  “This is the second time I thought I heard something.”

  “Oh, no. For once just turn off your sentry senses, would you?”

  “It is not that,” he replied. “But I am sure I heard something. It would not be good to have one of those females find us making love.”

  Outside, the storm continued dropping rain on the barnyard. Trees, bushes, and the tall grass whipped back and forth. A lamp glowed in one of the house’s front windows. Everything seemed fine.

  Rustling reached him, but before he could turn around, warm arms encircled his waist. “Come back to the blanket.”

  “In a moment. I want to watch one more minute and put my mind at ease.”

  Something hard and hot wedged between his buttocks. “If you will not take me then I will claim you first.”

  The moment he felt Oshki’s cock pressing into his ass, fire raced into his balls. He gulped and tried to keep his attention on the scene outside.

  His mate pushed harder. “I want you.”

  “Just”—he blinked and focused on the house—”give me a moment.”

  “No, now!”

  Oshki backed away, but immediately Miln heard him as he spat and knew what he intended. He didn’t get the chance to even turn around before his partner’s arms snaked around him again and his fingers slathered spit between his buttocks.

  Surprised, he questioned, “Since when are you the dominant one?”

  “Since I have a cock that needs release and you are more interested in the sound of a tree branch brushing against the barn or the creak of a loose shutter.” For a second time, Oshki slipped his hard sapin between his ass cheeks. “We were interrupted before due to your overdeveloped sense of duty, but I will not allow it this time.”

  “Please, Oshki, just wait a moment until I’m sure—”

  He tried to give the area outside another sweep, but the instant Oshki pushed against his anus, all thought fled from his head. He growled deep in his throat. It had been a long, long time since someone had ridden him. He’d always been the aggressor, the one to initiate sex, whether his companion had been female or male. This new turn of events excited him even more.

  “Spread your legs,” his partner ordered. “I want to fuck you.”

  “I need to….” He gulped, wrestling with the need settling in his loins. “Just let me…. Aw, schizma.” Spreading his legs, he offered his ass, his need to be fucked too overwhelming to fight anymore.

  With a snarl of victory, he pressed against Miln’s sphincter until it gave. It had been a long time, indeed. The protective muscles burned as his partner slipped into him inch by glorious inch. Fire raged in Miln’s balls and swept up his shaft, forcing a deep-throated groan from him.

  “Ah…. Your sapin feels wonderful. Let me feel you fully inside me.”

  “After I’m done,” his mate panted, “with you. It is your turn to claim me.”

  “Yes!”

  With his arms up and hands against the doors, he breathed heavily as he waited for his lover to finish entering him. His mate’s impressive cock continued stretching him, the fire and pain both uncomfortable and wonderful. He paced his breathing, trying to relax and yet wanting to push backward and impale himself on his partner’s erection, feel him completely up his ass to the root. Just the thought of it forced a whimper from him and he focused on his breathing again.

  “You are so cool,” Oshki said, his words breathy. “You have so much control over yourself that for once I want to hear you shout my name. I want to fuck you so hard you growl and snarl like a beast.”

  His words inflamed Miln’s desire. The sensation to climax claime
d him, and he stiffened, fighting the urge until it abated. He couldn’t come now, not when his lover was trying so hard to please him. Oshki squeezed him around his midsection and withdrew only to thrust into him again.

  He hissed as sensations rocketed through his ass, into his lower back, and down into his cock, which brushed against the door. Even the roughness of the coarse boards against his prick felt delicious.

  Again, his mate pushed into him, his pace quickening, his throaty sounds nudging him ever closer to that precipice of sweet release. Over and over he pumped into his ass, and he met him thrust for thrust, taking every tantalizing inch of his lover’s cock and wanting it again the instant his mate withdrew.

  “You,” Oshki groaned, “are so tight. By the galaxies, it has been ages since I’ve been the dominant one.”

  It seemed like lava had settled in the small of Miln’s back. The heat moved through him, the tingling so intense he groaned at the sensation. Fire settled in his balls, pooling as if it planned on remaining there forever. Panting, he pushed backward.

  “That’s it,” Oshki wheezed. “Take all of me into you and let my mirellae enhance your need to come,” he murmured and humped faster. “I might have to share this position with you on a regular basis.”

  “Just shut up and fuck me,” he growled. “I want your cock—all of it!”

  “So my valiant warrior does have a passionate side,” he quipped.

  As his partner pumped quickly, the molten sensation in Miln’s testicles rose up the length of his shaft. Before he could say anything, he came, spurting his essence into the hay strewn at their feet. Another wave of delight rushed through him, and his cock twitched harder still. As he coaxed a few more drops of cum from his body, he howled his release to the storm, which rewarded him with a rumble directly above the barn.

  “That’s it,” said Oshki. “Feels good, does it not?”

  Another growl ripped from him, but the moment it passed his lips, that odd noise from earlier reached him again and he stiffened.