Trauhn: A SciFi Alien Barbarian Romance: Rakui Warriors - Book 1

by Grey, Lena

  My leggings and matching long-sleeved, crew neck top, issued by Earth Gov to all the students, are made from fabric designed to regulate body temperature. The fabic is supposed to hold in heat when it’s cold and wick away sweat when it’s hot. Obviously, the designers had never tested the fabric on UD237 because the sweat-wicking feature is an epic failure here.

  As I run my hand through the coolness of the water, I long for a shower. The events of the last two days—the rush off the ship before it was consumed by the storm, the stress of landing on a primitive planet, Trauhn’s fight with the serigs, traipsing through the forest—left me smelling a little ripe.

  “Trauhn, can we bathe in the river?” I use my hands to demonstrate cleaning my body.

  “Yes, bathe.” He nods. “Trauhn keep Ken-zee safe.”

  It’s not a shower, but a quick bath in the cool river is better than nothing. I kick off my booties and strip off my shirt, leggings and socks. Down to my bra and panties, I hesitate. Would it be weird to bathe in my underwear?

  I steal a glance at Trauhn who has removed his sword and boots, dropped his kilt and is about to remove a leather wrap that holds his junk in place. I guess I’m the only one suffering from a bout of modesty.

  He tugs on the ties and the scrap of leather material gives way. Naked, he tosses it on top of his other things and casually wades into the water.

  I try not to stare but can’t look away. Trauhn is breathtaking. Broad shoulders, eight-pack abs, a trim waist, muscular thighs. What’s between those thighs holds my attention the longest.

  Oh, my.

  Trauhn is a chiseled, golden Adonis who is hung like a horse.

  He’s not sporting a pair of cocks, but what he lacks in quantity, he sure as hell makes up for in quality. Even in its flaccid state, his cock swings between his legs, long and thick, like a loose branch. No wonder he wraps that sucker in leather. Running would be hard with that thing untethered.

  The sight is enough to kick my TEASE into overdrive and I swallow hard. With shaking fingers I reach behind my back and unhook my bra.

  Chapter 13

  Trauhn

  * * *

  I am grateful for Ken-zee’s desire to wash. While I do not need a rest, my wounds would benefit from a more thorough cleansing. I am also curious to see what my mate looks like without her leathers.

  This particular spot in the river, half a suns cycle away from the Rakui village, is one of my favorite bathing sites. Here, the river is wide yet not too deep; the water is clear and free of beasts; and there is a bit of a surprise when one waded into the center and enjoyed the flow against their body.

  I see Ken-zee admiring my strong body and grin. Her appreciation pleases me greatly. She is standing on the bank of the river wearing odd coverings that were underneath her leathers. The coverings hide the alluring bumps on her chest and the treasure between her legs. If she wants to bathe, she can not get clean wearing those.

  I watch as she removes the top covering first, then the bottom one. The sight of her ignites a flame of possessive hunger within me. This female belongs to me. Her delicate skin is smooth and pale, with no scales or ridges for protection. I will be her protection.

  I am captivated by her beautiful face and feminine curves, and have been ever since she emerged from the flyer. Now that she is uncovered and I can see the appealing shape of her bare body, she is even more beautiful.

  Smiling with encouragement, I wave her toward me. Bashful, she crosses her arms over her chest, as if to hide the bumps that protrude there, and steps into the river, shivering as the cool water reaches her mid-thigh. She splashes about, attempting to get clean without fully submerging herself.

  She does not know of the surprise that waits further into the river. “Come,” I say, motioning for her to move deeper into the river, closer to me, where the water reaches my waist. My mate eyes me nervously, unaware that my intentions are pure.

  “Come,” I say again. “Trauhn keep Ken-zee safe.”

  Relenting, she wades through the water. Her eyes register surprise as she reaches the middle. “It’s warm!”

  “Magic river.” I take her hand and pull her gently forward into the warmest spot where the water swirls gently around us.

  “It is a magic river. With a hotspring in the middle.” Ken-zee laughs with glee, diving under the water to wash her face and wet her hair. “I love it!”

  Her happiness brings me much joy and I can not resist wrapping my arms around her. I pull her tight against me, my chest pressed firmly against her back. Her breath hitches when my stiff cock nudges the clef of her buttocks but she does not pull away.

  It takes tremendous willpower not to push into her from behind, claiming her for all eternity. I know the first time with my mate should be special, tender, savored. Not a fast and furious coupling in a favorite river. Although I will wait to claim her properly, there are other ways I can enjoy her now.

  Ken-zee wants to get clean, so that is what I will focus on. I use my scaled hands against her smooth flesh to scrub away the dirt and sweat of the day. Over her shoulders, down her arms, across her smooth back.

  She moans beneath my touch which is all the encouragement I need to continue. I let my fingers massage her scalp and neck, and comb through her hair.

  “Ohmygod. Thatfeelssogood. Dontstop.”

  My hands work their way around to the front of her body and eventually her chest, and I cup the twin mounds I find so fascinating.

  In their natural state, Rakui females have flat, muscled chests, similar to males. When a female carries a kit, teats develope during gestation, erupting fully when they give birth and filling with milk for feeding. When the child is weaned, the teats flatten out until another kit is conceived.

  Ken-zee’s teats are soft and round with darkened, raised tips that harden from my touch. She sucks in her breath when I pinch the tips. Her teats do not appear to be filled with milk and touching them gives her pleasure.

  She puts her hands over mine. “Terrans call these bressts,” she says.

  “Bressts,” I repeat.

  She guides me to the tip. “This is called a nip-ul. Touching it feels good.”

  “Nip-ul.” I pinch the nip-ul again and she bucks against my cock. “Trauhn like nip-ul.”

  Ken-zee’s laugh is low and throaty. “Mostguysdo.”

  Reluctantly, I move on from her bressts and nip-uls. There is more of her body to clean and explore.

  My hands go lower, dipping into the water to gently scrub along her ribs and waist, down to her flat belly where I will soon plant my kit. The thought of her belly, swollen and heavy, makes my cock throb. Still, I maintain control. I let my hands roam over the slight flare of her slim hips and across her buttocks before moving lower still.

  Her heat calls to me, her mating scent so strong that no amount of water can wash it away. I use one hand to anchor her body against me as the other cups the fur-covered mound at the apex of her thighs.

  She melts against me, her head resting against my chest. With a soft sigh, she parts her legs, inviting me in. Using a single finger, I explore the seam of her slick heat, encountering a firm nub that makes Ken-zee gasp. Rakui females have no such nub.

  “That’s my klit,” she whispers, breathless.

  “Klit,” I repeat, committing another Terran term to memory. She likes it when I rub the area around her klit.

  My fingertip delves lower and deeper, gliding easily into her silken warmth. I find the opening that will eventually sheath my cock and plunge my finger inside. The little sounds of pleasure Ken-zee makes when I do this gives me great satisfaction.

  I have never thrust my cock into a female’s cunt but I am not inexperienced at giving and receiving pleasure. When there were still many females in my tribe, I frequently indulged in the practice of manual and oral pleasure exchanges. The elders taught us that this type of sexual pleasure should be shared freely prior to mating, when the ultimate pleasure exchange would join together a male and
female forevermore.

  Compared to a Rakui female, my mate’s opening is small and tight. The thought worries me. Will she stretch enough to accommodate my size so I can release my seed in her womb? As a test of sorts, I slide a second finger inside of her. I stroke her slowly, relieved to feel her opening relax around my fingers.

  Her hands grip my thighs and she mutters under her breath in her native tongue. “Ohmygod. Scaledfingersarethebomb. Thatfeelsamazing.”

  Peering over her, down her body, I am overcome with longing. Her eyes are closed, her face etched with passion, her nip-uls hard and pebbled. I cannot imagine a sight more breathtaking as Ken-zee enjoying my touch.

  Gods how I want to see all of her, taste all of her, enjoy her fully. Yet now is not the time. Later, my curiosity and desire will be sated. For now I will tend to her pleasure, give her a sample of what is yet to come.

  As I push into her tight opening again and again, and use the pad of my thumb to rub her klit, the sounds that slip from her lips become more erratic and her tiny body bucks in my grasp. I hold her tight as I keep the rhythm of my strokes steady, pushing her higher and higher toward release.

  She stiffens against me, her breath coming in pants, and I know she must be close. I plunge my fingers deeper inside her, harder, faster, in and out. She cries out when her pleasure crests, her tight opening clenching around my fingers, coating them with her slick juices.

  When her trembling finally stops, I pull my fingers from her heat and simply hold her, neither of us speaking or moving, while the warm water swirls around us. The dreamy, satisfied look on her face is too much for a male like me to endure. I nearly spent my seed while watching her respond to my touch. Now my cock aches with need. Reluctantly, I release my grip on her.

  Resilience and discipline are skills taught to every Rakui warrior, but there are limits to what I can endure. I can not resume our journey with my needs unfulfilled or I will be too distracted to protect my mate. Turning my back toward Ken-zee, I move away, wrapping my fist around my engorged cock.

  I do not expect my mate to follow me. Or push my hand away and replace it with her own. Her tiny fist and delicate fingers—four of them plus a thumb—are barely large enough to encircle my girth.

  “Can I do it?” she asks.

  Why would I deny such a request? “Yes, my mate.”

  “Ohwow. Yourescaledeverywhere. Thatsoshot.”

  Under the water, her strokes are firm yet tentative and my cock throbs from her simple touch. It has been so long since I have been pleasured by a female. Ken-zee’s is not the most skilled hand I have felt on my cock, but it is the most cherished.

  “Show me what to do,” she says, her voice a mere whisper. “Show me how to please you.”

  Staring into her eyes, I place my hand on top of hers, guiding the pace and rhythm of her strokes, showing her what feels best. She catches on quickly, mastering the grip and pace that will give me swift relief.

  Desire consumes me and I lock my knees to keep from collapsing into the water. My hands go to her bressts, cupping their weight in my palms as her fist works my rod.

  I never imagined how good it would feel to be pleasured by my mate. How her touch would nearly bring me to my knees. Or how incredibly strong my need for her would be.

  Release comes fast, my seed spurting into the warm water in hot bursts, my mate slowing the motion of her fist, milking every last drop.

  It is a fine release. A great one, even. Yet it does not quench my thirst for Ken-zee, not one bit. She wraps her arms around me and I caress her body, enjoying the special moment between us.

  Soon we will properly mate. And when our bonding is complete and we experience the heavens together, I will hold her again as our souls merge and become one. My cock stirs against her belly. Soon will not arrive fast enough.

  “Trauhn wash now,” I say and she nods, giving me space to scrub my hair and clean my body.

  She moves toward the bank of the river. “I’ll get dressed so we can go when you’re done.”

  I quickly finish washing and follow her out of the river, the heat from the mid-day suns drying my skin.

  After I dress, I sit beside her on the riverbank and she hands me a small plank from her pack. I stare at it, unsure what it is for.

  “It’s food.” She bites into one of the planks. “Proteinbar. Lotsofcalories. Good for travel.”

  It is such an odd little thing, but if she says it is food, I will trust her. I sink my sharp teeth into it and chew.

  Gods, it is soft and sweet with little substance. Very different from the dried meat she shared with me earlier. Still, if this is travel food where she come froms, I will not protest. Taking time to hunt for a mid-day meal will only delay our mating. And we had waited long enough.

  I shove the rest of the plank into my mouth and stand. “We go now.”

  Chapter 14

  Kenzie

  * * *

  Trauhn is scaled everywhere.

  I sneak sideways glances at him as we weave our way through the trees, hand in hand, his pace urgent after our brief riverside rest. It looks like we are headed toward the foothills.

  I’m still reeling from the orgasm he gave me. With two scaled fingers buried inside of me, I had come harder than I ever had in my young life.

  From a fingering.

  With other guys it was hit or miss whether I orgasmed at all.

  Was that my TEASE at work or is Trauhn just that good at foreplay? And if it feels that good to be finger-fucked by him, how good will it feel to have his scaled cock inside of me?

  To be honest, I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t get the chance to find out. After taking care of my needs he turned his back on me to take care of his own. Why didn’t he nail me in the river? He was worked up, and I was raring to go. Maybe he was afraid that the water would wash away his sperm so I wouldn’t get pregnant...

  At least he hasn’t given up on the idea of having sex. He’s in a huge hurry to get wherever it is we’re going so we can seal the deal.

  Honestly, I can’t wait.

  God, what is happening to me? It has to be the stupid TEASE and its stupid SPECIES SURVIVAL MODE making me horny and clouding my thoughts. I’ve never craved sex before. Not like this anyway.

  Jumping on the nearest alien cock is Jillian’s thing, not mine. I’m the romantic. My fantasy should involve Trauhn getting down on one knee and pledging his undying love for me. Instead, I’m fantasizing about that amazing, scaled cock giving me multiple orgasms.

  To be fair, the kind of alien I dream about falling in love with lives on a planet with indoor plumbing and a gourmet food replicator, and can carry on an actual conversation. Living on a primitive planet with a barbarian just doesn’t fit that fantasy, even if the barbarian is hot.

  No. This thing with Trauhn is a casual fling while waiting to be rescued. That’s why I can’t stop thinking about his cock.

  Trauhn slows his walk and I realize the trees have thinned. It’s cooler here and not as humid. We must have climbed in elevation, too, because I’m feeling a little short of breath. He gestures just beyond the tree line. “Safe place is there.”

  He leads me toward a large rock formation that appears solid but is actually a small cave. The entrance is hidden by thick purple and green foliage. In the waning light of late afternoon, if you didn’t know it was there, you’d walk right by it.

  The inside of the cave is lined with hairless animal hides and there is a smile fire pit in the center. Off to one side is a stack of fire wood, a pile of furs and various supplies. A makeshift bed made of more furs is at the back of the cave.

  “Is this your home?” I ask. If this is where he lives, where is the rest of his tribe?

  He shakes his head. “Rakui hunting cave. Safe place.”

  That makes sense. A hunting cave will protect us from the elements and those creepy serigs.

  “Trauhn make fire. Ken-zee rest.” He puts one of the thick, furry hides next to the fire pit an
d motions for me to sit. He then sets about making a fire.

  After stacking wood and tinder in a teepee formation in the fire pit, he pounds together two fist-sized pieces of black stone to create sparks that turned into flames. I’ve never experienced a real wood fire; they were outlawed on Earth during the 21st Century climate crisis.

  “Ken-zee wait. Trauhn hunt food.”

  No way is he leaving me here. What if something happens and he doesn’t come back? I stand up. “Kenzie no wait. Go with Trauhn.”

  He smiles and places his hands on my shoulders, applying just enough pressure to indicate that I should sit back down. “Ken-zee wait. Rest. Trauhn hunt food.” He gathers a few things from the cave’s supplies and disappears into the dusk.

  Great. I guess I’ll wait here like a good, obedient female while the manly man goes out and hunts our dinner. This really is a primitive planet. A primitive, backwards and sexist planet.

  I’m not entirely sure what to do while I’m alone. At home and on the Educator I always had books to read, vids to watch, games to place, the Net to surf. Even shooting the breeze with Jillian or star-gazing is better than sitting here alone with only my throbbing pussy and vivid imagination as company.

  My tablet has Net access but there’s no wi-fi on UD237. It also holds my electronic textbooks and class assignments but what’s the point of studying? The Educator is gone, destroyed by the solar storm, which means A Year of Interstellar Education is over before it really started. After we’re rescued, the Alliance will surely return us to Earth.

  Sighing, I shake off my sadness. There’s nothing I can do about any of that. At least the hide I’m sitting on is soft, and the cave is cozy, especially with the fire burning. If I had marshmallows, I could roast them on a stick over the flame like people did in the olden days.

  I’d been awake for a long time. Taking a nap until Trauhn came back seems like the best way to pass the time. Using my pack as a pillow, I tuck my stun blaster against my side and fall asleep.