by Ella Maven
We rode away from the bodies and the site of our disintegrated shelter. I inhaled, and the now-familiar scent of qua had me eagerly peering over the side of the bike. There, below us, was what looked to be a small creek. It couldn’t have been more than three or four feet deep—I could see rocks along the bottom through the clear liquid.
We touched down on a bank, and Daz immediately carried me close to the creek’s edge and set me down on a rock. From his saddlebags, he retrieved his canteen and filled it up for me. I drank greedily, not even minding the slight vinegar taste.
Daz returned to the bike and saddlebags, and I took the opportunity to slide into the slow-moving qua and rinse off as best as I could. I dunked my hair and scrubbed my face. I glanced up to see Daz still occupied with his bike. I bit my lip. I had to get clean. I could smell myself and the dirt beneath my clothes was still rubbing against my skin. Fuck modesty. I quickly slipped off my clothes and placed them on the creek bed.
I continued to scrub, watching with satisfaction as two days’ worth of grime rinsed off my body. Feeling lighter and clean, I was nearly giddy. From behind me came a splash, and I whirled around to see Daz standing in the center of the creek, the qua up to his thighs. And he was naked.
I coughed on a mouthful of qua and didn’t bother to hide my stare. His spikes were out, rising along his forearms and head and back, but this time I wasn’t terrified of them. He cleaned them methodically, dipping them in the qua, and cupping his hands to gather enough liquid to toss on his head.
But his spikes weren’t what had me gasping for breath. No, it was his cock. His hard cock. I’d thought his tongue was impressive. It had nothing on the monster between his legs. The shaft was thick, and ridges ran the entire length. The head was angled slightly, and there was a small node at the top of the shaft’s base that seemed custom made to rub against a clitoris. If that wasn’t enough to send a bolt of heat between my legs, the large ring piercing the head of his cock did the trick.
He bent forward, thigh and ass muscles flexing like a stallion. He dunked his head and then flung it back, his wet hair spraying droplets like he was the star of some sort of erotic surfer commercial. Most people were vulnerable naked, but Daz was more powerful with every single muscle and built-in weapon on display.
He turned to me with flared nostrils, like he knew what I was thinking, and I realized with a jolt he probably did. If I could feel his emotions, then it probably went both ways… right?
He lowered the blades in his skin and stalked toward me. I couldn’t run even if I’d wanted to. I knew, with every fiber of my DNA, he wanted to claim what was his. He’d fought for me, killed for me, and bled for me. My wrists tingled, heat raced down my spine to pool in my core, and all I could think about was I didn’t want to just pay him back for all he’d done for me. I wanted to reward him.
He kept coming, and I held my ground, even as my knees started to shake. He picked me up and slammed his lips to mine. I held on tightly, digging my nails into his shoulder as he plundered my mouth. I moaned as lust and happiness hit me like a sledgehammer. Daz’s tongue slid from my mouth to lick down my neck and settle into the hollow of my throat. He swirled it there as he placed me down on the nearby rocks.
In the back of my mind, I told myself this was crazy. What was I doing? But I couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it. Daz felt right, even though my brain tried to tell me this wasn’t right.
He loomed over me, mouth parted and tongue visible between his wicked fangs. His gaze seared into me, finally landing on my breasts. His chest heaved and he lowered his head to latch onto a nipple. He sucked and my back arched. “Daz!” His name left my lips on a moan. I flailed, my hands finally finding purchase on his horns as he rolled the metal balls on his tongue around my nipple. I writhed beneath him. He teased the other nipple which had hardened into a fine point, so sensitive I nearly came from the first hard suction of his mouth.
His hand slipped down my belly, and I lifted my hips into his touch. He cupped my pussy just as his head jerked up. He held my gaze, eyes a vivid purple. His color shifted rapidly all over his massive body, his scales a thousand shades of dazzling blue, like the Earth sky. His teeth bared, and he hissed through gritted teeth. “Neh cora.”
I didn’t know what that meant, and I could barely string two words together to respond.
“Neh cora!” he said again.
I reached for him, running my hands through his silky, soft hair. “Yes.” I nodded, feeling like he wanted reassurance. “Neh cora.”
He exhaled, and his fingers twitched, slipping into the folds of my pussy. I gasped as his fingers grazed my clit. He glanced down, and slowly lifted his hand to his face. Studying intently, he rubbed his middle finger and thumb together, and a flush rose up my cheeks when I realized he was feeling my wetness. The wetness he’d inspired with his tongue on my mouth and breasts.
His long tongue unfurled and wrapped around his fingers, tasting me, and God, that was hot as hell. His eyelashes fluttered, and he dropped to his knees between my thighs with a splash. With his large hands, he lifted my calves on his shoulders, so I was bared and spread before him. His face was inches from my pussy, his breath wafting over my hot, wet flesh. Feeling exposed, I squirmed, and he jerked his head up, this time announcing, “Neh cunt.”
I froze. The word cunt was unmistakable, and while I couldn’t imagine they’d have that word in their language, in my lust-filled mind, it didn’t matter. He was laying claim to me. I could tell by the intensity of his words and the way he looked at me. And maybe these wrist tattoos had addled my brain because I didn’t want to deny it.
“Neh cunt,” I whispered back, and he growled. Without warning, he lowered his head and latched his lips onto my pussy.
I screamed, not even bothering to muffle the sound as his tongue lapped up my entire crease. His swirled his tongue piercings around my clit, and my blood ignited. Everything felt hot and cold at the same time. I shivered as sweat poured from my temples as he drove me mad with his tongue. I was going to come, just from his tongue lapping at my clit with that talented twisting motion. I gripped his hair, tugging hard, which only made him eat at me faster. His fangs grazed my heated flesh, and my body locked up. I opened my mouth on a silent wail as I began to thrust against him, coming like a crashing tidal wave.
“Oh God, oh God. Daz,” I said, barely able to form syllables. “Stop. No more. Oh God. Please.”
He didn’t let up, not one bit. Just as my hips sank back down to the rock at the tail end of my orgasm, he shot a look up my body and speared his tongue inside of me. The damn thing reached farther than anything had ever been inside me, and just when I thought I was going to come from that, he began to make his ch-ch-ch sound. This time it was accompanied with a vibration. Of his tongue. When he hit my g-spot, I thought I was going to lose all bodily function.
My vision cut out, my hands flopped around uselessly, and I screamed his name until my throat went hoarse. My body jerked against his mouth, and he kept at me until my noises devolved into pathetic whimpers.
Seven
Daz
I couldn’t get enough of her taste. My head was dizzy with it, and I continued to lick at her, savoring the feel of her cream on my face and her flavor on my tongue. I settled my body between her legs, even as her body stopped shaking and she went limp. When I tapped on her clit, she jerked and pushed weakly at my shoulders. I finally relinquished my treat and looked up at her body, licking my lips and around my mouth.
She stared at me with her lips parted. Her chest heaved, her pretty mounds rising and falling, those peaks I’d ravaged with my tongue wet and shining. I wanted more. I slid up her body to lay beside her, and she made a squeaking sound as I once again paid attention to those pink buds. They’d softened, but they became hard again under my tongue, and I continued at them until Fra-kee whispered in that soft, raspy voice, “Daz.”
I loved the way she said my name. I was respected among my males and had heard my
name said a million different ways, but none of them compared to the way Fra-kee formed the one syllable.
She was waiting for something. Her gaze kept shifting down to my cock, which pressed against her thighs, hard and fully grown. I wouldn’t take her yet, though. Not until we could talk. Not until I could promise her I intended to keep her and care for her. The moment our lips had touched, I’d known she was it. She meant something for my future, for my clavas, for my species. The little human had used a weapon against a Kulk.
I had barely believed it, but it’d been the distraction I had needed to fire my own gun. She was a good match for me, a perfect and brave little warrior mate for a drexel. I nuzzled her neck and sniffed at her hair, so proud she was mine. I was honored she let me between her thighs and thanked me with the sounds of her pleasure cries.
Her little brows furrowed when I remained at her side and didn’t move to penetrate her. She ran her hand over my chest, and I prushed for her, the soothing vibrating emanating from my chest. I hadn’t ever prushed in my life. The ability had been there, all this time, lying dormant until I’d met my female.
She smiled up at me, so pretty with her little white flat teeth. Her hand continued to move, and I sucked in a breath as her blunt nails scratched at my lower stomach. She met my eyes just as she wrapped her small fingers around my cock and squeezed.
I prushed louder, the vibrations mixing with a moan. She pulled once, and then began a steady stroke. With her thumb, she pressed on the spur at the top of my cock and I tossed my head back at the sensation. Never had I felt anything like that. On the rare occasion my cock had gotten hard, I’d ignored it and it had softened. I hadn’t known this was possible, this friction and tightness. Her little tongue came out and licked at the corner of her mouth. Her cheeks, already flushed, reddened further, and her eyes shone as she watched me. Sensations slid down my spine, one after another, like a cascade of hot water tickling my nerve endings. My cock leaked with libo, and her hand slipped over the slick liquid.
I arched my back, and my balls tightened. I was going to come. Outside of a cunt. I hadn’t realized it was possible. But her tight grip and rhythmic pulling had me bucking my hips and jerking against her. With a loud roar, I came, pulsing my seed all over her stomach and cunt and thighs. I soaked her, unable to stop as my body released two hundred years of repression onto my pretty human’s flesh.
When my body stopped jerking, I fell onto my back, unable to catch my breath. I’d never felt this tired, not even after I’d fought a dozen Kulks by myself in defense of my female. I’d do it again, just for one taste of her. Hair brushed my chest, and I opened my eyes to see Fra-kee gazing down at me. She smiled, and I would have fought five dozen Kulks for a chance to see that smile.
Her warm, soft hand brushed my cheek. I turned my head so I could kiss her palm. The golden band on her wrist caught my eye, and mouthed at it, licking across the skin. I held up my own wrists and studied the bands. I could barely believe they were there. When my wrists had started burning, I’d sworn I was seeing things. But no, they were still there, golden, and permanent.
I didn’t know what they meant, but it seemed Fatas had decided to connect us somehow. Hopefully Tark would have some answers for us.
Contentment radiated from Fra-kee, her emotions like a soft white glow in my mind, warm and inviting. The feelings blended with mine, and I let my muscles relax. For now, for a few blessed moments, I wanted to live in this warm feeling of rightness.
“Thank you,” I whispered to my human. I wrapped an arm around her and tugged her against me. She hitched a leg across my waist, and I grasped her thigh, squeezing it while I dropped kisses into her hair. Her scent was all around me, and I could still taste her cunt on my tongue. My body was sated, and I wished for once in my life, I had no responsibilities. I could stay on this rock forever with my pretty, brave Fra-kee.
The decision was made, and if I were honest, it was made the first time I saw her: I wouldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t let anything harm her. But how could I promise that with the constant threat of the Uldani over my head? The unfamiliar sensation of real, genuine fear streaked through me. I clutched her tighter, and worry dulled the glow of her emotions in my mind. I forced myself to calm. If I could feel her, she could feel me. And I didn’t want to cause her anxiety.
I focused on Fra-kee’s warm glow, and I made a silent promise to myself and her—I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe, and I’d get my brother back. If not, the Uldani would find themselves in another war. This time, we’d stop at nothing but annihilation.
Fra-kee’s body was warm, and I reveled in the warm, contented glow of her mood in my mind. Her thoughts heated my whole body and relaxed my muscles like a strong spirit.
My hands, almost of their own accord, roamed her body. I couldn’t stop touching her and could barely believe she was letting me. Her breasts were plump and I rubbed my thumb over the pink tip, amazed when it hardened under my touch. Their weight heavy and delicate, they fit in the palm of my hand. I pressed kisses between them as her hand settled on the back of my head, and she sifted her small fingers through the strands of my hair. I rested my head on her chest, careful to avoid touching her with my sharp horns, and listened to her cora’s beat, strong and steady.
We had to get moving, but I was reluctant to leave her embrace and the gentle trickle of the qua stream behind us. Eventually, I sat up, even though my cock had hardened once again. I put aside the memory of her hands on me, so I wasn’t tempted to stay and ask her to stroke me again.
Another time. There would be another time. I promised myself that. And her.
“Come.” I beckoned as I rose to my feet. “We need to get moving so we can reach Tark’s before sundown.”
She blinked at me with heavy eyelids. She blew out a huffing breath through her little nostrils. “Reely? No nap tiem?”
She got to her feet, stumbling slightly on the wet rock. I scooped her into my arms, and she squeaked. “Uh ken wulk. Onessly.”
I helped her into her clothes, mourning the covered skin, even though the clothes weren’t much. She needed more, and soon. These were filthy and crusted with dirt and blood and myriad other things.
As we approached my bike, a rustling in the distance brought me up short. I froze so suddenly that Fra-kee ran into my back. “Wut iz eet?” she asked.
I tugged her against me and clapped my hand over her mouth. Her eyes went wide, and fear clogged her glow, turning it gray like smoke. A hissing sound followed, and I gritted my teeth. Rizars.
Keeping hold of Fra-kee, I shuffled toward the shelter of some trees, because the crashing sounds were coming closer. I could take out a few Rizars on my own, but not an entire clan, and certainly not while protecting Fra-kee.
Flecking Rizars. Noisy, dirty, and a nuisance. They were meat-eaters and devoured anything they could get their claws on. They’d see Fra-kee as nothing but a food source. Worse, they were hard to kill. Even if I cut off their limbs, they’d regrow them in no time.
Fra-kee’s fear was like a black, poisonous gas now, nearly blotting out her glow. Her chest heaved beneath my touch, and her legs shook. I glanced around for a place to hide us, and knew the only way was up. With their thick tails and stubby legs, Rizars were too heavy and clumsy to climb trees. I wasn’t scared of Rizars, but in this moment I was terrified of what would happen if I didn’t think smart and get Fra-kee to safety. I whirled around, finding an older tree with a few strong, low-hanging branches.
I directed Fra-kee onto my back, and she scrambled there eagerly, clinging to me like a chit. As the hissing drew closer, I leapt up and grabbed onto the lowest branch with one hand. Fra-kee’s breath was a rapid beat of pants in my ear, spurring me to move faster. I pulled us up onto the branch, and then kept going. Up, up, up, until I was well above the Rizars’ sightline. Luckily, I’d parked my bike behind a massive trunk, and it didn’t seem to be in the Rizars’ path.
High above the ground, I hunched down on a bran
ch, settling Fra-kee in my lap and covering her as best as I could with my arms. My skin camouflaged me against the trunk and leaves, but Frankie’s pale skin stuck out like a macack bird. What was their flora like on Earth? Was it pale like her? How did she hide from predators?
The Rizar clan approached, slicing through the brush with their blades. They didn’t seem to be actively hunting, which was good, because they’d be less alert. They had something strapped to the back of a small wagon. I couldn’t make out what it was, but I assumed it was an antella. Rizars were excellent with a bow and arrow.
Fra-kee trembled, and I shielded her with my body, holding her tight against me so she didn’t have to see the Rizars and whatever their dinner was. It was bad enough she nearly fell into a pack of pivers; she didn’t have to see this.
Rizars had long snouts full of sharp teeth, and three-clawed hands and feet. They walked upright, but hunched over, their scaled backs humped on top with a solid bone that was nearly impossible to damage, even with our machets. Their bodies were covered in hard scales, and while they were small and slow, they roamed in large clans and worked efficiently together to take down prey and defeat animals. They never messed with Drixonians if we were in a group, but I’d heard of an odd lonas or two to falling victim to a pack of Rizars.
This clan must have been a good fifty strong. They stomped and hissed and talked in their craggy tongue to each other. Eventually, Fra-kee stopped shaking and dared to peek down at the clan. She clung to me, her blunt nails digging into my skin as she observed the passing pack.
Breathing, moving, and speaking had to wait until their noisy procession was completely out of sight. I glanced down at Fra-kee, who was still watching the path they’d taken. She trembled, and I smoothed her hair and prushed for her.