by Rena Marks
She enters the water first, and sinks low. I follow, but try as I might, I cannot keep my traitorous cock from rising. She notices and halts me from sinking fully into the pool with her hold on my hips.
I groan. Her tiny fingers digging into my skin is wondrous. I love when she climaxes, and scratches my back with her sharp little nails as her cunt grips me so tightly in its grasp.
What does my tiny female do? Her face is right there, aligned with my cock as if she studies it. I hold my breath, and the skin of her soft cheek rubs alongside it. It twitches against her, and she glances at the doorway quickly, then kisses my cock.
“Sweet heavens,” I mutter. “Silly mate, this is unheard of. It is a man’s duty to lick his female’s folds to give her pleasure. I cannot allow you to lick me in the same way.”
But I stop speaking when her warm mouth closes over my throbbing cock. I gasp, and reach for the rock behind me to hold on for dear life. She is sucking fiercely, and the sweetest sounds come from her lips, as if she loves what she is doing. The thought hardens me even more and my hips involuntarily thrust against her mouth. We are moving quickly and I get the feeling that she does not want to be seen. I am fine with others watching us rut, it is a normal function after all. But I am not fine with explaining to other curious men as to why my female licks me instead of the other way around.
I am about to lose my load in her sweet mouth. I pull her away gently and sit down before she can protest. She still makes a sound of displeasure, so to distract her, I search for her sex and thrust a finger up inside her cunt. She is hot inside, and so very slick. Completely ready for me.
She was not rejecting me at all, earlier. For some reason, she wanted to mate here in the bathing pool instead of the warmth of the Tijar’s nest. Between us, Tijar and I cannot figure out our mate, but that will change one day when we can all speak the same language. We will know better how to please her then.
I grip Tessa’s hips and bring her to me, straddling her onto my lap. She sinks down fully on my cock, and it reaches unimaginable depths. Her beautiful macciacas are in front of my face, and I take one of her tiny berries into my mouth. I suck it, swirling my tongue around the nipple and she squeals with delight. That is something Tijar and I discussed from day one. We love the way Tessa responds. She is so very vocal.
She grinds down frantically on my cock and I do not even think she cares that someone may come into the pool at this point. I certainly do not.
Her movements are driving me insane, and I thrust at the same time she grinds. I explode within her, my seed shooting inside her wet sheath. It is all right that I came first, I have missed her dreadfully from two days without her touch. Besides, I know my cock is large enough to still bring her pleasure. It is all right, because Tessa is a highly sexual creature. Her cunt loses control and begins to pulsate as if it cannot handle the feel of my orgasm within her. She throws her head back and moans as I nip gently at her breast, finding her own release. Then she sinks onto me, her head in my shoulder, as her heartbeat slows.
Three others enter the pool cave, ignoring us as they wade through the water. I feel her body tense, but I rub her back gently, soothing her. After several long minutes, I slip from her sheath and reach for the soap to wash my mate.
Later, I bring my sweet Tessa to the sewing room where the other humans have gathered. Here they make their own skirts. I am baffled as to why, when they have been given skirts by the women of the village. But Tessa looks like she would enjoy some time with the other females, so I say to Lucie, “Tell my mate not to worry. I will return for her soon.”
Lucie nods, distracted. But I know she will relay the message to Tessa.
I hurry outside and head out the front gates. I make my way to a first level cave, glancing at the position of the sun in the sky. Tijar should still be there, checking the traps.
“Ho, Jeroc.”
I wave at my best friend, who waits just beyond the trees.
“How is she?” he asks as I approach. “Does she seem like she misses me?”
I nod. “She was sad this morning. I have left her with the other females to visit and catch up on the gossip from their planet. I wish for someone to tell her of the trip we will all take to the vessel they landed in.”
Tijar sighs. “I wish we could talk to her.”
“As do I, my friend. I must tell you what she did this morning.” I look around to make sure there are no other hunters about, because this is our business. “She took my cock into her mouth.”
Tijar gasps, as shocked as I was. “What?”
I shrug. “She wanted to. I tried to explain it was my duty to lick her, but naturally she could not understand.”
“How did it…feel?” His voice is curious, perhaps a bit jealous.
“Like nothing on this planet. Now I understand why a female goes crazy when we taste of their essence.”
“You lucky son of a cock.” Now I know he is jealous.
“Perhaps one day soon she will do it with you.” I laugh, my hand on his shoulder.
“I was thinking,” he says. “We should have more interaction with her while we’re together. We cannot spend our entire lives shuffling her back and forth.”
“I have thought of that, too. But right now it makes sense, since you are away for three days at a time. If we were able to talk to her, it might help. Perhaps on this trip back to their ship, we can get Lucie or Valencia alone long enough to translate for us.”
Tijar turns solemn. “I’m not sure if we’ll be able to. Niki is not expected to live. While Drakar has hope that perhaps the Drurian vessel will have answers as to what they’ve done to her, I think this trip is more of a goodbye with the people she loves.”
“It is that serious?” I am shocked. “I wonder if anyone has told Tessa?”
He shrugs. “Perhaps they will explain it to her today. We must be extra gentle with her, and let her come to us on her own. She will surely be stressed from finding out.”
Chapter Five
Jeroc is a bit quieter when he comes for me, and he’s usually the quiet one anyway. I know he’d been visiting his mother, and I wonder which of the Blaedonian women she is. I also wonder how and when his father passed, but I’ll leave that as one of my questions to ask later.
We’re laying outside under a tree, enjoying the sun. Miranda is interacting with Cio. She’s taken her refusal to be tied down pretty seriously. I’ve seen her with two other guys besides him. Thankfully, she does it when Aschero is out hunting. Poor guy. I really hope he doesn’t find out.
But I’m not sure why I worry about her problems when I’ve got my own. I’ve got two guys and can’t figure out what to say to either one of them.
I notice Jeroc watch Miranda out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t think she’s really interested in Cio,” I say.
He turns his head at the name Cio.
“I know him,” I say. “He introduced himself at our cave. Since I room with Miranda.”
“Meeranda. Cio.” He makes a face.
I burst out laughing.
“You’d rather she’d take up with Aschero, too?”
He nods quickly. “Aschero. Meeranda.” There’s no ugly face this time.
I cover his hand with mine. “I hope so, too.”
He turns to face me. “Tessa. Jeroc.”
There’s no ugly face.
“Tessa. Tijar.”
I hold my breath, but there’s no ugly face at that either. What is he trying to say? Is he pointing out that I play the field just like Miranda? Is it bad? Does he want me to make the ugly face to show which guy I prefer?
I can’t do that. How can I explain that I want them both?
“Tessa. Jeroc. Tijar.” I keep my face evenly neutral.
To my surprise, a wide grin breaks out on his. I blink, wondering what the hell I’ve missed. Oh, no. Did I just tell him I preferred him to Tijar by placing his name first? Ugh, this language problem is a pain in the rear.
Just the
n the bell rings, signaling the hunters return to the village. Jeroc pulls me to my feet, and holds onto my hand as we head toward the main gate. Tijar spots us and waves, making his way over. He hugs me to him, and then hugs Jeroc. They babble excitedly.
Lucie is there, pushing away Rayhaan’s hands. He’s a little possessive with her, ever since she was named second queen and he’s second in command. Personally, I don’t think he’s too shabby, but she’s obviously got issues.
She calls out to me. “We’re pushing up the trip to the vessel. The second crew is going out to finish the hunt. Drakar wants us all to get going on the trip.”
I pray we find something to help us with what the Blaedonians term Niki’s sleep sickness. But I wonder if there’s been too much damage done with the aliens. I never mentioned that I had been with the first girl who died. But I miscalculated Lucie. She comes to me, a shrewd look in her eye.
“What is it?”
Rayhaan has followed her, and Tijar and Jeroc have gone silent.
“When I was abducted, I wasn’t alone.”
“Who were you with?”
“The first girl. The one they killed with the language implantations.”
“Oh, jeezus,” she breathes. “You think what they did caused permanent damage to Niki?”
I nod slowly. “The other girl—they fried her brain, Lucie. It sizzled, and smelled like…fatty meat. I was so hungry and my stomach growled, then I gagged and threw up when I realized what the smell was.” I know it’s horrifying, and I can tell by the look on her face. She throws her arms around me, and the guys all start talking at once.
She says something in Blaedonian, and they hush.
“Let’s just keep this between us, okay?” she whispers. “Let’s not get anyone else worried about it. We could be wrong.”
I nod. But I don’t think so. I can still smell Marian’s cooked brains.
After dinner that night, I hug Tijar, since technically it should now be his turn with me. He holds me tightly, and then walks with me to Jeroc’s cave.
“You want me to sleep here?”
He gestures inside.
Just then, Valencia walks by. “He says we’re all getting up early and you’ll be more comfortable here. And I kind of think he knows you were staying there anyway. If he hadn’t returned, I mean.”
She walks away before I can ask if he’s upset over it. But he doesn’t seem upset. Instead he steers me inside.
Jeroc follows and for a minute the two of them talk. Then they turn to me, and look rather proud of themselves.
“Tessa. Tijar loves Tessa,” Tijar says.
My mouth drops.
Jeroc takes over. “Tessa. Jeroc loves Tessa,” he says.
I’m not sure what they’re saying. Are they competing? But it strikes me as rather funny. I start to laugh. They look surprised, and then they start to laugh, too.
Then Jeroc asks, “Tessa loves Jeroc…Tijar?”
“Yes,” I say between giggles. “Tessa loves Jeroc and Tijar.” Then, so they don’t think one comes above the other, I add, “Tessa loves Tijar and Jeroc.”
They look a little blank, but they both come in and hug me. We talk a little more, pointing out items in the cave. They give me the Blaedonian word, and I try to mimic it. Nouns. Nouns I can handle. I don’t know how we’ll ever string together sentences, but one step at a time. Either Lucie or Valencia taught them the word loves. Not sure if they really know what it means, but baby steps.
I wake up tangled in arms and legs. Tijar’s in bed with us. We all fell asleep talking last night. I vaguely remember someone pulling off my leggings and dressing me in the alien gown. I haven’t slept in clothing in a long time. I guess they didn’t want to sleep with my naked form. It would probably start an argument as to who holds me.
There’s a bit of noise in the hallway, and other hunters are starting to rise. Tijar is closest to the door, so he gets up and pokes his head out, and then says something to Jeroc.
He pulls in a basin of water that someone has placed outside our door. He brings it to the table, and we all share it, washing up quickly.
“Today’s the day,” I tell them. “We’re going back out on a trip. I wonder how it’ll go this time? Will we still sneak off with each other to be alone?” I sigh. “This is almost too much stress for a girl, you know.”
They don’t know. I’m a little frustrated because last night I was supposed to be with Jeroc. That didn’t happen. There was no massive, magical orgasm for me.
Just then Lucie pokes her head in. “Sorry to interrupt. I just need to ask Tijar if he’ll help Drakar and Rayhaan build another travois in case it’s needed for Niki.” She repeats the phrase in Blaedonian and Tijar nods. He follows her out, and I’m alone with Jeroc. He’s bending over, picking something up off the floor. Damn, his ass is fine. When he stands, he notices me watching him.
“Tessa?” he asks, hesitantly.
“We just have a few minutes,” I say. “We’ll have to be quick. And sneaky. And that turns me on.”
Underneath my short skirt, I shimmy out of the tiny panties we’ve made. They’re just two triangles tied together with a string around my hips.
One of his eyebrows rises and he stares at my crotch.
“Oh, yeah,” I breathe. “We’re gonna do this. Because we should have done it yesterday, but we never could. So lift the loincloth and I’ll sit on your lap.”
He doesn’t understand of course, so I scrape my fingernails lightly on his thighs. He doesn’t break my gaze as he lifts his loincloth, and his cock is hard as a rock.
That’s my guy.
I turn around and butt my rear up onto his lap. Underneath my skirt, his cock finds the entrance to my pussy, and he groans when he feels how wet I am. I lower myself, inch by delicious inch.
“Tessa,” he breathes, against the back of my neck. His breath is scorching.
“I know, big guy,” I say, and bring his hands up to cup my breasts underneath the halter. He fingers my nipples as I begin to spiral my hips on him. It’s hot and sensual, and we’re both slick and swollen. Then he moves one hand down to find the magic spot between my legs.
“Oh, Jeroc,” I moan when he finds it. “That’s it.” He circles my clit, and then presses on it and I explode all over him.
He snarls, and his teeth clamp onto my neck, and then he’s coming, too, filling me with his load.
When we’re both done, I dip the rag in the now-cold water, and wipe us both off. Poor guy looks bemused.
“That, my love, is a quickie.”
“Kwick-kee.”
I kiss his lips softly. “Yes. Quickie.”
Then I wash my pussy, and I know he’s getting turned on again.
But as I turn to dip the rag, we hear noises out in the hallway, so I let my skirt drop down.
Tijar comes back in, and they speak between them. Then Tijar motions to me that we need to go outside.
He and Jeroc seem to be going back and forth in their language, and I wonder if Jeroc tells him. Then I wonder if someday the three of us might…nah.
Everyone is gathered outside and prepared to go. Tijar stands with me, while Jeroc heads to go through our backpack. I see him check for my Drurian cape. It has light-reflective and thermal properties. Keeps things cool that are supposed to be, keeps things warm when they start out that way. I wish I had sunglasses, but instead Jeroc reaches for me, dips his finger into black greasy stuff, and motions to me to close my eyes. He slathers on the paint, extending it in a strip across my face like the barbarians wear.
It blocks out the glare from the sun.
He then begins painting Tijar, using a small brush to draw shapes along the side of his face and neck. Wow, watching him touch Tijar, no matter how innocent it may be, spurs more of my naughty thoughts.
When he finishes, Naag comes to him and he paints him too, then we’re off on our trek. Miranda makes her way back to us, with Aschero on her heels.
“How’s it going?” she as
ks me. She motions toward both guys with her eyes.
“Very well,” I say. “I wish we knew the language. Other than that, can’t complain.”
“Yeah. I’d love to know what he’s thinking and feeling.”
“Aren’t you wrapped up in a couple other guys?”
She smiles. “I’m going down the alphabet. I’m up to D. But so far, no one else compares.”
“One could say that’s a sign.”
“In a normal world, maybe.” She doesn’t say what she means, though. “Do you think Niki will pull through?”
“I hope so. We’ve come so far.”
“I don’t have much computer knowledge, but I wonder if Cammie does?”
“Monica might.”
“Oh, good. Maybe she can figure out those Drurian computers and see what the hell was done to Niki’s brain in order to transfer languages.”
I could tell her that by trying to undo it we run just as much of a risk of frying her brain, but I’d rather not.
“Your guys don’t seem to mind sharing,” she says.
“Yours do?”
“Well, I guess I’m not really sure. I can’t understand a thing. But one of them, and I can’t say the name with these three here, one of them seems a little jealous. He tries to monopolize my time.”
“Does his name start with the same letter as Cammie’s?”
“You got it.”
“He does seem a little too intense. You might want to take care there.”
She nods. “I think I might have to slow things down and then end it. Shame, too. He was perfectly yummy.”
“Yeah. You just don’t want to mess with crazy.”
TIJAR:
While Tessa talks with another human, I take the moment to motion to Jeroc. My brother moves in, understanding my need for privacy.
“What do you think the humans speak of?”
He shrugs. “I do not know. Perhaps Tessa is telling her of our rutting this morning. It was explosive, fast and satisfying. I’ve never had anything like it, but she was in a mood for it to be a certain way.”