Remmel: A SciFi Alien Barbarian Romance (Rakui Warriors Book 2)

by Lena Grey

  Before the great sickness, I shared pleasure with Rakui females. Yet none of them dared to take my seed into their mouth. Only Jill-ee-un has pleasured me like this. And it is a rare gift.

  Now, it is my turn to feast on her.

  Chapter 11

  Jillian

  I’m pretty sure that blowjob just blew Remmel’s mind. It was kind of epic, even if I do say so myself.

  I know this only our second time together, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event, but he’s ruined me for all other guys. He’s the gold standard for sex, and even if I live to be a hundred years old or fuck a hundred guys, nobody will ever come close to rocking my world like Remmel does.

  He’s already hard again, and I’m so ready for him to fuck me, but the dude’s got other ideas. He’s still lying on his back and I’m still straddling him. So, what does he do? He grips my hips and drags me forward, up his body, until my knees are above his shoulders and my pussy is over his mouth.

  If I wasn’t so turned on by the inventive move, I’d probably cuss him out for man-handling me like that. But when his scaled tongue flicks out and licks the entire length of my slick seam, all is forgiven.

  I lean back, locking my arms and placing my hands on the tops of his thighs to brace myself. This gives me some stability and gives him better access to do what he does best: pussy eating. How can a guy who has never kissed before be so good at this? It’s like his tongue was made specifically to give a woman orgasms.

  I’m not shy about telling him how good it feels. “Oh god, oh yes, just like that.”

  He pushes two long, thick fingers inside me as his lips latch to my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head from the sensory overload.

  “Wow. Remmel. OH. My. God!” Orgasm comes quickly, and I scream his name when I come. But he’s not done with me yet.

  His tongue laps up my juices as his fingers continue to fuck me in relentless pursuit of another climax. My arms are shaking so much, I can barely hold myself up, but my pussy is greedy, so I find the will to hold on a little longer.

  He flutters that thick, scaly tongue over my clit and I wonder if I will die from pleasure. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… I’m coming again. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  My entire body trembles before every muscle tenses. I arch my back as my pussy clenches around Remmel’s fingers, but not even that stops him from eating me alive. He devours me throughout the orgasmic wave that delivers me to another dimension, a place where only pleasure exists.

  When my climax finally wanes, I push away from him even though he tries to keep me in place. “Enough,” I say with a shaky laugh. “I need a little break.”

  I roll off his chest and flop down beside him, bathed in sweat and gasping for breath. Remmel props himself onto his side and brushes the damp strands hair that escaped from my bun away from my face.

  The look he’s giving me is oddly intense, and I feel like something’s changed between us. The possibility that we might be more than just friends scares me, and I push the thought out of my mind.

  Break time is over because he maneuvers over me and presses the tip of his dick against my slick entrance. “Jill-ee-un mate Remmel?”

  He seeks my permission, even after what we just shared, and the gesture chips away at the hard shell I’ve built around my heart. I cup his cheek with my hand. “Yes.”

  I whimper when he pushes inside, burying himself in my channel with a single, slow thrust. He’s so big and gloriously thick, and I breathe through the intensity of being stretched to my limit.

  The remnants of multiple orgasms remind me of what will soon come, even as the first tingling sensations already begin to build.

  While our first time together was fast and furious and very, very hot, this time is slower and more sensual. Our bodies come together and glide apart, again and again, a perfect rhythm that I don’t want to end.

  Unfamiliar thoughts and feelings swirl around my mind, taking me places I’m not sure I’m ready to go. I want Remmel to look at me the way Trauhn looks at Kenzie… I want him to plant his seed inside of me… put a baby in my womb… give me the family I’ve never had… promise to never leave me. Tears pool in my eyes, but before I can blink them away, they spill down my cheeks.

  Remmel stills inside me, concern written on his face which is tense with passion. “Remmel hurt Jill-ee-un?”

  “No,” I choke out. I lift my head and press my lips to his. “You make me feel good. Don’t stop.” Never stop. Those are words I leave unsaid.

  Remmel cares about me. I can see this despite our genetic differences, despite his gruff, alien nature. He may not want me as his mate, but he does care about me. It would be easier if he didn’t, though. When he inevitably chooses one of the other girls as his mate, he’ll leave me and I’ll be alone.

  His hips move again, slow, deep, steady. Nothing’s ever felt as good as him inside of me, and while I can’t keep him forever, I refuse to let fear ruin this moment. He slides his hands under my body and they grip my ass so he can thrust deeper, harder, and now faster.

  “Jill-ee-un,” he growls.

  The way he says my name, punching out each syllable, makes me tingle. “Say it again,” I beg.

  “Jill-ee-un,” he says, the sounds rumbling deep in his chest.

  I wrap my legs high above his waist and take him deeper still. “Again!” I demand.

  “Jill-ee-un!”

  Remmel’s whole body shakes, and his grip tightens on my ass. He says my name one more time, sounds carried on unsteady breath.

  We climax together, our cries of mutual satisfaction perfectly harmonized, echoing throughout the quiet forest. And as his hot seed fills my channel, I know the indelible memory of this moment will never leave me. Even if, one day, Remmel does.

  Remmel sleeps like a baby, and I should be doing the same, but I can’t shake the disappointment that’s settled in my chest like a crushing weight.

  I press my fingers against the microcomputer in my wrist and wait for it to rest. Again. When my TEASE comes back online, I touch the option to display the most recent alert.

  SPECIES SURVIVAL MODE: ENABLED

  With a sad sigh, I snuggle up against Remmel and drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 12

  Remmel

  I rise just before daybreak to hunt for fresh game, being careful not to waken the sleeping Jill-ee-un. Her enthusiasm under the furs expended much energy, and I wish her to rest as long as possible before we set back out on our search. We have another long day ahead.

  Nearby, a small flock of gryzen are feeding on moogah, which the Terrans call berries. In the dim early morning light, where the moons still glow and the suns have not quite begun to brighten the sky, it is easy for me to move in close.

  I retrieve a knife from its sheath at my waist and raise it above my head. With a practiced motion, I let the knife fly toward the closest beast. My aim is true, and the gryzen drops while the rest of the flock scatters with indignant squawks.

  By the time I dress my kill and return to the cave, the suns have just started to rise. I build a fire and hang the gryzen to roast. Before I wake Jill-ee-un, I have one more task to complete. She cannot wear her booties this day because her feet need time to heal. So, I will make new foot coverings for her.

  I do not have materials to make sturdy, knee-high boots such as mine, but I can make simple coverings that protect her tender feet and do not aggravate her wounds.

  From thick, stiff cooba hide, I use my knife to cut two shapes that are slightly larger than the bottoms of Jill-ee-un’s foot coverings. Next, I make several holes on both sides of the shapes with the tip of my knife and thread strips of softer kerboo hide through them. I will use the strips to tighten the coverings around her feet and will tie them around her ankles.

  Satisfied with my handiwork, I set the crude foot coverings aside and step inside the tree hull to waken Jill-ee-un. Before I do, I take a moment to watch her. If we find more of the fema
les this day, I do not believe she will share the furs with me again when we sleep. I have come to understand that justfucking is done when a male and female are alone together, even when you are friendswithbenefits.

  In sleep, Jill-ee-un’s face looks peaceful and serene. I do not remember why I initially considered the Terrans to be physically unappealing. They are very different than the Rakuis, this is true, yet I find Jill-ee-un’s delicate facial features unique and beautiful. Her smooth, golden mane, which grows straight and long, fascinates me. As does the similar patch of fur between her thighs.

  Now that the suns are up, it is warm in the tree hull and she has pushed the hide covering away from her slender body. As her chest rises and falls with her breath, her teats quiver just slightly. I long to take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth, to suckle and nip at it until Jill-ee-un begs me to fill her with my cock. We have much to do this day, however, so I do not indulge myself.

  Before I can wake her, she stirs with a tiny moan, stretching her limbs before opening her eyes. When her heavy-lashed eyelids finally part, she sees me standing above her and grins.

  “Whatthefuck? Howlonghaveyoubeenwatchingme? Godyouresuchapervert. Ahotpervertwithagiantdick. Andamagictongue. Butstillapervert.”

  She sits up, fully awake, and sniffs the air. “Something smells good.”

  I want to tell her it is her mating scent, but I know that is not what she is referring to. “Fresh gryzen,” I say. “Good food before travel.”

  “I hope it’ll be ready soon. I’m starving.” She examines the strange light on her wrist, tapping it with her fingertips, and her grin fades. “Stillnotpregnant.” Whatever the light tells her makes her sad.

  “Jill-ee-un eat now,” I say. Perhaps getting food in her belly will make her happy again.

  She throws the rest of the hide off her body and my body stirs at the sight. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll be right out.”

  When she emerges from the tree hull, I show her the foot coverings I have made for her. “To help Jill-ee-un heal.” I motion for her to sit and remove the leaves with the healing paste from her feet. The wounds are not completely healed, but they look much better and are no longer bleeding.

  “Your root paste is amazing,” she says. “My feet barely hurt today.”

  “That is good,” I say. I secure the coverings to her feet and look at her expectantly.

  “Notexactlyafashionstatement. Butbetterthangettingblistersonmyblisters.” She stands up and walks a few steps, runs in place, and hops up and down. “They work great, Remmel,” she says, smiling. “Thankyew.”

  When she says the Terran words for gratitude, I know she is pleased. We eat quickly and then Jill-ee-un points to her lower belly and then toward the trees. “I need to pee before we go.”

  I nod, knowing she prefers privacy when relieving her bladder. Rakui females have the same preference, although the males do not. This is understandable given our physical differences. While she is gone, I pack up our camp and use fresh dirt to extinguish the fire.

  She is taking longer than is typical, and a flicker of worry makes my scales rattle. I am unsure whether my worry is warranted until she screams my name, a piercing, fearful cry followed by a string of unintelligible Terran words.

  “Shit. Whatthehellisthisthing. Letmegoyoumotherfuckingalienivy.”

  I draw my sword and race toward the sound of her screeching voice, praying to the gods that she has not been captured by a rogue. When I finally reach her, I realize she has encountered something much worse than a rogue. Jill-ee-un is ensnared by the living vines of the trappol tree.

  The tree’s many appendages have snaked around her legs and her lower body, lifting her off her feet so she is hanging upside, and are pulling her upward toward its gaping, sharp-toothed maw.

  “Remmel! Help me!” she cries out, her face contorted with terror.

  Her hands, free for now, are gripping a branch from a different tree. Yet the vines are stronger than even a Rakui warrior, and her grip is already beginning to slip. If I do not find a way to free her, she will soon become the trappol tree’s food.

  The gryzen I ate churns in my belly as I use precious time considering my options. The vines have drawn Jill-ee-un too high for me to reach her from the ground. My only choice is to climb up after her.

  The trappol grows in the shadowed spaces between other trees, a hidden predator waiting to catch its prey unaware. The smallest of kits are taught how to spot and avoid the leafy vines which have taken more than one Rakui life. I did not think to warn Jill-ee-un of this danger. If she is consumed by the trappol’s maw, her death will rest on my shoulders forevermore.

  She thrashes in the vines’ hold, her hands slipping even more. “Holyshititsgoingtoeatme. Ohmygodomygodomygod. Idontwanttodie. Notlikethis.”

  I know what I must do.

  I drop my sword and climb the tree that Jill-ee-un is gripping. When I reach her, I pull my knife from its sheath and hack at one of the vines, severing the leafy appendage. The trappol’s maw hisses in pain but does not release her.

  Before I can hack again, she screams at me. “Remmel, watch out behind you!”

  Her warning comes just in time. I turn my head and see a vine about to ensnare me. With a single downward motion, I slice cleanly through the vine and it withers as the maw hisses again. But the trappol is not giving up.

  Panic squeezes my chest as the vines around Jill-ee-un tighten and she finally loses her grip on the branch. She screams as the deadly tree pulls her higher, ever closer to its maw.

  I have no footing from my perch in the tree and only one arm free. I place my knife between my teeth, grab Jill-ee-un’s ankle, and tug with all my might.

  “Yourhurtingme! Youregointotearmylegoff. Thenimstillgoingtodie.”

  This pulling contest cannot continue because I will surely lose. My strength is no match for the trappol vines. I let go of Jill-ee-un’s ankle and she looks at me, frantic.

  “You must save your mate,” a voice inside my head thunders. There is no time to grapple with the voice… to tell it that Jill-ee-un is my friend, not my mate.

  I scramble higher up the tree until I am above Jill-ee-un and perilously close to the gaping trappol maw. If I had my sword, I could decapitate the deadly head. Instead, I will use my knife to hack through all of the vines.

  My muscles burn from the effort, yet I bring my arm down on the vines again and again and again. Each time I sever another appendage, the maw hisses, thrashing back and forth. I continue to hack until the trappol begins to lose its strength. I am finally winning the battle.

  When there is just one vine left clinging to Jill-ee-un’s leg she flails about, screaming in her native tongue. “Shit! Itsgoingtodropme. Dontletitdropmeremmel!”

  It is then that I realize the flaw in my plan. If I sever this last appendage, she will fall to the ground. Her fragile body will not survive such a fall.

  I call to her. “Jill-ee-un!”

  She twists her body to look at me. I do not have the common words to explain what I want her to do. So, I motion with my arm for her to swing her body toward me.

  I think she understands because her eyes go wide. “What? No! No way!”

  She must do this or she will perish. It is her only hope. I remember what she said about friends. “Jill-ee-un Remmel’s friend?”

  “Yes, I’m your friend,” she says, confused. “Canwetalkaboutthislater? Imabouttodiehere.”

  “Then Jill-ee-un trust Remmel.” When she doesn’t answer, I say it again. “Jill-ee-un trust Remmel.”

  She finally nods, arches her back, and swings her body toward me.

  Again!” I yell.

  With her face tense with determination, she uses her head and shoulders to get more momentum. She gets closer to me this time, but not close enough.

  “Higher, Jill-ee-un. Higher!”

  She swings away from me and back again. This time she is high enough. When she is almost even with me, I push away from the tree and leap toward
her, knife still in hand.

  Our bodies slam together, and I anchor her against me with my legs and one arm. Then, I reach above my head and sever the last remaining Trappol vine.

  Chapter 13

  Jillian

  Our freefall from high among the trees is lightning fast, but it feels like an eternity, and I scream the entire way down.

  After Remmel cut the vine, he dropped his knife and wrapped his body around me like a protective cocoon. He thuds to the ground, flat on his back, with me on top of him.

  The wind gets knocked out of me, and it’s hard to catch my breath. When I finally do, I panic because Remmel isn’t moving beneath me. If the damn barbarian died saving my life, I’ll be super pissed.

  When I roll off of him, he groans, and a hysterical laugh bubbles up from my throat. He’s not dead. Remmel’s alive!

  How in the hell did he survive a fall like that? I cup his face with my hands. “Remmel, look at me.”

  His eyelids flutter open, and his face contorts into a pain-filled grimace. “Jill-ee-un safe?”

  That’s what he’s worried about? Whether I’m safe?

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I little bruised and winded, but mostly fine.” I pat him lightly on the chest, but I think it’s more for my comfort than his. “How about you? How bad are you hurt?”

  He shrugs his answer and then moves his arms and legs, testing to see if they work. Thank God they do.

  I’m worried that his back is injured. If there were paramedics on the way, I wouldn’t move him. But since there’s no 9-1-1 service on UD237, I need to know if he’s mobile. “Can you sit up?”

  He nods and I help him up to a sitting position. He got clocked pretty hard and still looks a little dazed from the fall.

  I’m no medical expert, but I run my hands down his arms and legs, across his back, and along his ribs looking for serious injuries. If Rakuis bruise, his scales will be black and blue by morning, but nothing seems broken. He could have internal bleeding, though.