by Ella Maven
I sank back down in my chair, annoyance replacing anger. Tark loved to test me, the flecking asshole. “Thank you,” I grumbled.
“We have some time before the evening meal. How about I give you a couple of tips about human females?”
“Are they so different than us?” I asked.
He laughed, his deep voice reverberating around the room. “Oh, Daz. You have a lot to learn.”
Frankie
For the first time since I’d been taken from my home, I was in a nice bed. The mattress was more like a big padded pillow, and I gripped the fur blanket where it wrapped around my shoulders. Anna had taken Bazel to sleep with her and Tark, so I was given Bazel’s room. Daz had never returned from the workroom, so I didn’t know where he was sleeping. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was a little peeved he hadn’t checked on me or said goodnight.
My body ached with fatigue, but my mind wouldn’t rest. Not for a moment. I’d spent a long time with Anna, and while she did her best to explain our situation to me, it was so overwhelming I was having a tough time processing. I shifted under the blanket, relieved to finally be clean. Of course, that had been an interesting experience, just like everything on this planet. Anna had showed me to something called a cleanser, where I stood in what looked like a shower stall. When Anna flipped a switch, a blast of balmy air rushed over me. She’d said she still wasn’t sure how it worked, but the air was charged with a purifying property, and in seconds I was clean, my hair shiny. They called their toilet an expeller—it was a seat with a hole, a bit like something found in an outhouse. What was interesting was that it cleaned me after with a warm jet of air—like a waterless bidet.
She’d loaned me a long T-shirt-type piece of clothing and a fresh, new pair of underwear. She’d sewed everything herself and told me she’d managed to find a plant that resembled cotton.
All evening, Daz’s feelings had burned in the corner of my mind, a little hard to detect. I noticed sometimes he went dark. I could still feel him alive and whole and not in pain. But he turned himself off, blocking all his emotions like a dam. I didn’t get the feeling he was hiding them from me. I felt more like he was hiding them from himself.
Anna had said Tark would work all night to assemble the translator implant I’d need to be able to talk to Daz, and my stomach was a riot of nerves. I was eager, anxious, and excited. All of which was a lot to handle. What would Daz say? In my head, I’d been assigning him words. Kind words. What if he ended up being a major douchecanoe? What if we didn’t get along? What if he thought I was annoying as hell?
I groaned as my heart raced, and my mind ran like a hamster on a wheel. I’d never get to sleep at this rate, and then I’d be a mess of exhaustion and anxiety and slurred words when I finally got to be able to talk to this big Drixonian alien who apparently was my mate.
Then there was this Uldani business to think about. I didn’t want to consider Daz might betray me and sell me to some other freaky aliens, but what if he did? In such a short time, he’d come to mean a lot to me. He’d taken care of me, he’d killed for me, and now he was giving me the ability to communicate with him. If he ended up being the bad guy, it would be like a stab in the back with all his sharp blades.
A board creaked in the house and I sat upright, staring into the darkness. A figure loomed in my doorway, backlit by a low light in the front room. I knew right away it was Daz. I could tell by the breadth of his shoulders and the long fall of his hair.
“Daz?” I whispered.
His feelings, which had been dark, flooded with red light. My heart swelled. He’d missed me. He slid onto the bed and gathered me in his arms. He chanted for me, “Ch-ch-ch,” with a low humming in his chest. I didn’t even pretend I didn’t want him. I turned in his grip and buried my face against his chest. He smelled like dirt and starlight. He’d been outside, but he’d come to me when he felt me losing my shit. His hands slid through my hair and down my back. The more he hummed for me, the more my muscles relaxed.
“Please, please be the good guy, Daz,” I whispered into his scales. His humming paused for a few seconds before resuming.
I lifted my head, and met Daz’s gaze, which glowed a warm purple in the low light. He cupped my cheek, and said, “Fra-kee, tua mach soundel neh cora-eternal.” His voice was a fierce whisper. Determination bled from Daz and on its heels was lust. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and he was holding himself back, his muscles taut and his jaw clenched.
I pretended his words were a pledge to keep me safe. Tomorrow, maybe the entire illusion I’d built in my head of Daz would be shattered. But for now, he was my Daz. My protector. My mate.
Tonight, he’d be the same male who ate me out until I screamed. I wanted to feel him, to be connected to him before all the nonsense of words. What would it feel like to take him into my body based only on our colliding feelings in our minds?
I tilted my head and pressed my lips to his. At first, he remained frozen, and I loved I had taken him by surprise. But that didn’t last long. With a growl in his throat, he kissed me back, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His kiss. His kiss. I’d never forget it as long as I lived. He plundered me. I shifted my legs restlessly, vaguely aware of the growing wetness staining my new panties.
He growled again, and the sound spurred me on. With my foot planted flat on the bed, I rolled him onto his back and threw myself over his body. As he was so much taller than me, I straddled his waist, and his eyes widened with surprise before narrowing in hunger. He licked his lips as his hands clenched my thighs.
He was gorgeous, his black hair spread out on the light pillows, blue shiny scales almost ethereal in the light. I loved how they felt under my hands, almost like a hard velvet.
I crossed my arms in front of me, gripped the hem of my shirt, and tore it off. I tossed it to the floor and sat back on down. Daz’s cock throbbed beneath my ass, and his eyes hungrily took me in. His hips bucked and I loved the feral curl to his lips, like he was barely holding himself back.
He raised his shoulders, and with a hand on my back, he lowered his head and latched onto a nipple. He sucked, tongue piercing working some magic on the sensitive skin and sending bolts of electricity straight down to my clit.
“Oh God,” I murmured, burying my fingers in his hair, and pulled him tighter against me. He ate at my chest. Lips, tongue, and teeth. Metal and flesh. A near constant rumble from his chest vibrated between us, and I wondered if I could come just from this, grinding against his rock-hard abs.
His presence in my mind glowed white-hot with worship and want. I knew the feeling. I felt like I could write sonnets based on his nipple-sucking talents alone.
He pulled away and reached behind his back. I heard a click and then his pants seemed to almost inflate with air and come away from his skin. He kicked them off in one fluid motion. He cupped my pussy with one hand and gripped my neck with the other. He brought our foreheads together. “Yit es nit?” he asked urgently, his voice a broken whisper.
I could’ve been wrong, but I swore he was asking permission. “Yit,” I whispered back. “I want you, Daz. Yit.”
He tore my panties off, shredding them beneath one extended claw. I yelped, because damn it, Anna had worked hard on those, but in the next second I forgot all about my destroyed undergarments.
He lifted my hips and plunged me down onto his engorged cock. I shrieked at the sudden invasion, but I was so wet, he slid right in, despite his size. He was slick too, leaking a fluid similar to pre-come. It seemed to heat and pulse inside me. I could have sworn I was made for him as my inner walls expanded and clenched around him perfectly. I fell forward, bracing my hands on his chest. His nostrils flared, and his lips pulled back to reveal his sharp fangs.
“Neh cunt,” he spoke urgently. “Neh cunt, neh Fra-kee cora-eternal.”
“Yes,” I breathed, still gritting my teeth through the burn of his massive cock spearing me. “Neh cunt. And just so we’re clear, this is my cock too. Goes both ways,
big guy.”
He began to fuck me, and I held on for dear life. So much for being on top because I wasn’t in charge. Not at all. Not in bed with Daz. He held my hips as he thrust up forcefully. I finally got the rhythm and began to give as good as I was getting. I slammed my ass down onto his cock. Again and again. My ass shook and my breasts jiggled. Normally I would have been a little self-conscious about it, but now I reveled in the way my body moved while Daz fucked me.
His chest wasn’t the only thing vibrating. His cock was too, and I cried out as the vibrations sped up. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore; something latched onto my clit and began to tug. I cried out and glanced down to see the nub had opened to suck on my clit, like another freaking mouth.
My body bucked as sensation after sensation rolled through me. My pussy clenched, my clit was a riot of nerves, and Daz’s eyes—his eyes held me, a whirlpool of purple I was drowning in.
“Daz.” I shuddered, my body on overload, every inch of skin sensitized so that even a brush of his fingers sent a bolt of heat to my core. “I’m going to come, Daz. Holy shit.”
With a shout, he rolled us. I found myself flat on my back, Daz above me. His hair caressed my face, each strand alive and touching me like deft fingers. He pounded into me, neck corded with muscle and strain. The base of his horns seemed to pulsate, and I reached up to grip each one. He bucked into me harder, his cock accessory tugged at my clit, and I threw my head back as I came.
I saw stars. The moon. Maybe Earth. My skin tingled and my heart raced as every hair stood on end. My body shuddered and shook as I came on a never-ending orgasm. I couldn’t even shout as I gasped for air.
As the aftershocks flitted down my spine, Daz slammed into me, froze, and then roared. He bucked a few more times and I felt every single pulse of his cock as he unleashed inside of me.
When his arms began to shake and he collapsed at my side, my arms were open to accept him. He gathered me against his body, still trembling. His hair continued to move, and I wondered if I was seeing things as it tickled my ears and neck.
“Neh Fra-kee,” he whispered. “Neh cora-eternal. Suy gurunidum excillior.”
I melted into him, his presence in my mind settling into a warm, contented red. This Daz I could live with. And I hoped this was the Daz I got tomorrow when I could finally understand the words he whispered in my ear.
I didn’t get up, even as I felt his release slipping from my body. He rolled onto his back and hefted my thigh over his body. He curled his arm around my shoulders and held me tightly. Wrapped up in Daz, feeling his smooth skin beneath my palm and his steady heartbeat in my ear, my mind finally rested.
It was only as I was in that twilight between awake and sleep that I remembered that in the room next door was proof Daz and I had could have just done something irreversible.
We could have made a child.
Ten
Frankie
I woke up to blue arms encircling me, hot breath sliding down my back. My hands were stretched out in front of my face, and Daz’s thick fingers twined with one of mine. I’d seen his claws extended, black talons that could shred anything from skin to underwear. Now, they were retracted beneath his skin with only a tip of black nail visible.
Light shone through the one window in the room, and the sun’s rays were so like our Earth’s sun I could almost believe I was waking up in my apartment with a boyfriend. Except this boyfriend was blue and had a tail, and I needed a freaking implant to talk to him.
Our wristbands glowed golden in the morning light. I hadn’t had a chance to sit down and inspect them, so I took the time now. While Anna and Tark’s pattern was more geometric, the design Daz and I shared reminded me of a bit of damask. Very regal looking, which made sense because if I was correct, Daz was the leader of his band of merry men. I snorted to myself. I doubt he’d find that funny. He was so serious. Did he laugh? Would I be able to make him laugh once we could talk to each other? I wasn’t a comedian or anything, but I liked making people laugh. I had to admit the loks were pretty. They would have made excellent bracelets, but the permanence freaked me out.
Daz made a sound in his sleep, and his hard cock poked my ass. I immediately pushed back into him, without thought. What the hell had gotten into me? I had never been a prude, but I’d never sought out sex like this. Although, I’d never had sex this good. Like, ever. I hadn’t realized this kind of sex was even possible. That clit-sucker thing? His pierced cock which hit all the right places? His tongue and mouth? Jesus Christ, he was made to please a woman.
And that brought up the question—where were their women? That was a question I wanted to ask Daz directly. I had a list already in my head. 1. Do you plan to betray me? Check yes or no. And 2. Do you have a wife somewhere? I’m not into being a concubine or whatever.
Maybe I didn’t want to talk to him. Maybe I just wanted to live in this pretend dream world where he was something good on a scary-as-hell planet. Shit, I could feel my anxiety spiking, my mind racing, and Daz rose behind me swiftly. With a push on my shoulder, he rolled me onto my back and loomed over me. His tail lay on one side of me, while he braced himself on his elbow on the other side. I was caged in, and I was shocked to realize it was calming.
Also, hadn’t he been in a deep sleep only seconds ago? He didn’t even look groggy. His eyes were clear, alert, and of course, the asshole’s hair was perfect. All straight and shiny and not a hair out of place. Which reminded me how it had seemed to come alive last night. Had I imagined that?
He cupped my face, and his deep voice cauterized my nerves. “Yoana neh Fra-kee. Husha ba musta aberian.”
The words didn’t matter. The tone mattered, soothing and careful. He must have felt me freaking out and was doing his best to calm me.
“I’m okay.” I reached up and scratched the base of his horns, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes falling half-closed. “I’m just having my normal morning freak out. It’ll pass.”
“Neh Fra-kee,” he whispered. “Gua suspire.”
“Sure,” I said. “Back at you.”
“Daz!” Tark called from outside our room.
Daz’s head went up, and he barked out a few annoyed words. I laughed a little at the change in his tone.
Tark answered, sounding just as annoyed, but with a hint of amusement in his tone.
Daz blew out his breath like an agitated bull. He planted a kiss on my forehead and rose from the bed. He hurriedly pulled his pants on and gestured to the door.
“Yeah.” I waved. “Go ahead. I’m gonna enjoy this bed a little more.”
He held the door open and looked back at me like, You coming?
“Shoo,” I said, and rolled to my side with the covers over my shoulders. I closed my eyes. “Let me sleep in.”
He didn’t move for a few moments, and then with a muttered, “Neh Fra-kee ista playusta,” he left.
“Did he just call me lazy?” I asked the empty room. “I escaped hippo things and took out an Armored Bear. Oh, and then there’s the little fact that I realized I’m never getting home, I can have blue, horned babies, and I can’t seem to stop myself from letting Daz put his body parts inside me.”
The empty room did not answer or acknowledge my rant. I pulled the covers around me tighter and closed my eyes.
Sleep did not come. In fact, I was wide awake. I lay there for a while, probably too long, as voices from the front room finally faded. I wasn’t too keen on wandering out there in nothing but a T-shirt to face a nice little family and my… alien boyfriend. Or whatever.
I slapped my arm over the side of the bed and blindly groped for my T-shirt. When I found it, I sat up and pulled it on. I glanced around the room, thinking this was a really lovely place. The smell of wildflowers came through the open window, and the bedding itself was beyond comfortable. Anna even had a little vase of purple flowers on a side table.
Hauling myself out of bed, I stood awkwardly at the end of the bed evaluating my next steps. I need
ed to pee. And clean myself up a bit. Fuck, I had no underwear, and I was still a bit sticky. I tiptoed out of the bedroom, thinking I’d just sneak into the bathroom. It was attached to the side of the house, so I had to go through the main living space to get to it.
Too bad I didn’t get far. Anna was in the kitchen, stirring something over her stove-like appliance. She turned and greeted me with a large smile. No judgement. No, How dare you have sex with your big alien in my bed. Just a charming smile.
“Do you need the bathroom?” she asked.
I nearly wept. “How did you know?”
“Because you’re crossing your legs.”
I glanced down, and immediately stood up straight. “Sorry.”
She waved a hand. “No need to apologize. Head on in. I’ll have clean clothes for you when you’re finished.”
“Anna, you are an actual saint.”
I quickly did my business and used the cleanser to get clean. After I stepped out, I found a small pile of clothes waiting for me on a bench. There was no underwear. I didn’t think she intended me to put my dirty ones back on, so maybe these clothes were meant to go commando in? We’d see. I ran my fingers over the fabric of the pants, marveling at the way the light bounced off the shiny black material. I pulled the pants on, and while they were baggy at first, as soon as they touched my skin, they molded to me like shrink wrap. They felt like leggings, but so light I could have sworn I was naked. I did a couple of squats and jumping jacks. Sure enough, they stayed in place. “Huh,” I muttered to myself. As for the shirt, it was similar to what I’d worn last night. It fit well, which made sense as Anna and I were about the same size.
I pulled on the boots, which fit like the leggings, although the soles had some weight to them.
I walked out into the main room to find Anna placing a plate on the table.