The pleasure of his mouth is almost too intense to bear. He nips and licks my tender flesh with enthusiasm. It’s been far too long since I’ve last had someone feast on me like this. Scrap that, it’s a lie. He tasted me just last night. But what I can say is that I’ve never had anyone feast on me the way he does. Pushing my hips harder against his face, I use one leg to wrap around his neck, securing him in my new favorite position.
“I’m going to cum,” I groan.
It’s clear he’s paying attention because he picks up the pace, swirling his tongue around my swollen clit, then switches back to dipping his tongue inside me as if he were fucking me. I feel the beginning of my release as juices flow from my center.
“I cannot get enough,” he growls, his tongue works twice as hard.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg while he brings me to the edge. I want to jump off and soar to the skies.
“Never.”
“Right there. Just. Don’t. Stop.” Body freezing mid arch, my orgasm crashes through me and I scream. Slick drips from my core where he eagerly laps it up. I lay there with a content smile on my face. I really needed this and the intimacy that comes with the territory.
“Oh, Aarvik!” There are no other words needed.
“You look beautiful, my Lahtva.”
He flashes his teeth in a proud grin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him looking so pleased. The way his face lights up when he smiles is enough to make me swoon. He’s rather handsome, even with the slight distortion of his crooked, but flat nose, and hairless face. The lighting hits him in all the right ways as I analyze him further. Purple and blue scales are in place of skin, and he has gray coiled horns. He’s rather monstrous, but also beautiful. He’s perfect.
“So...what do you mean queen and Crowned Daltakasa?”
Chapter 8
Aarvik
The thrill of bonding with my mate courses through my veins. I never expected her to let me chase her, and while it was only a minor chase, it was still enough to excite my blood. I had stalked her around the fire, and then cornered her against my hut. She made for the best of prey, it was thrilling. My mate is beyond exceptional. Her scent is intoxicating too, but the taste of her sweet cunt on my lips even more so. It was like biting into my own personal honey fruit, grown and created just for my liking,
I think of the ancestors and their declaration of their blessing. I am starting to feel less empty and more whole. Like my mate is filling a void brought on by the death of my people and destruction of my home. While this is sad, I trust the ancestors. They have their reasons, even if I do not understand them.
Looking over at my mate, all I can think about is the desperate need to finish the mating ceremony. It fills me to the brink as I look down in her expectant eyes. I wish to take her just one more time, and then I can bestow upon her the gifts that she deserves.
“I am the Crowned Daltaka of my people. This makes you the Crowned Daltakasa. In your language the words appear to be king and queen,” I answer her, my fingers curling around a strand of her brown hair that strays from her face.
It is incredibly soft unlike the coarse hairs on my head. Males typically shave theirs while our females tend to wrap and weave theirs with foliage and flowers, masking their beauty until their mating night.
“That’s right. I think I vaguely recall you saying something earlier. I can’t remember, you fucked my brains out.”
Her words are strange, but I care not. She can speak as strangely as she wishes, I will not love her any less.She cups my face in her hands, her eyes appear soft and almost glazed as if lost in her own thoughts. Her posture shifts, relaxing further.
“You know...ever since we met all those months back, I couldn’t get you out of my head. It’s why I was there last night… so I could find you.” She blushes and shrugs her shoulders in a shy attempt to hide her embarrassment. I find it endearing.
“And I avoided you as well, my Lahtva. Whenever you were there, I struggled. Your presence was so strong, I feared I would fail my mission. All I knew was that the ancestors demanded my presence and the only way I could follow my path was to avoid you. It was not until recently that they revealed their true intentions.” I lean down to steal a kiss from her lips. Her body is soft, where mine is hard. She has skin, where I have scales. The differences between us is vast, but there’s no one else I would rather have. The ancestors were right to lead me here.
“Do you know how often I went just to find you? And you were avoiding me this entire time. Unbelievable.” She laughs, shaking her head. “So, what now?”
“I will have you in full again, my Lahtva.”
She blushes, something a female Daltakeu cannot do since our scales do not change color. Though, I find it pleasing that I have such a mate whom I can read so easily, this is something I will no doubt take full advantage of.
She reaches up and helps me undo the ties of my pants, until they fall to my feet and I step out of them, kicking them away. It is becoming clear to me that I may not have use for clothes any longer, not when either of us can’t keep our hands off each other. Her hands slide down to my cock, which juts out from my groin in a proud display. He is eager to greet her.
“You’re so large. Honestly, I can’t believe we actually fit.” A look of shock covers her face. “And look at these scales,” she strokes me, “they’re not sharp or rough here like the rest of you. What are these supposed to be?” She points to my duzla, the small tendrils at the base of my cock that have wrapped around her fingers in an attempt to seal her to my throbbing member.
The feeling is indescribable. “They are merely for pleasuring the inside of a female, but they seem to have taken a liking to you,” I growl appreciatively, cupping her hand with my own, urging her to continue her exploration of my body.
“You like this?” she asks as she tentatively licks my cock, sweet and slowly, swirling her smooth tongue around and around before she takes me into her mouth and bobs her head up and down repeatedly.
I groan. My hips surge forward seeking her heat. The feeling is strange, but no less pleasurable.
“I do like this,” I hiss. My feet stumble backwards. I almost lose my footing, lost in the distraction of her pleasuring treatment. Perhaps I should stop her before I myself become clumsy. “I cannot…hold on…much longer.”
She has only just begun, but she comes to a halt, ending her sucking with a loud pop when my cock escapes her mouth. I snarl and she grins, teasing me by withholding the bliss of an orgasm.
“You would deny me?” I gasp in shock. “Is my mate so cruel after I have taken care of her so well?”
“Maybe.”
The twinkle in her eyes is playful. She’s amused?
Snarling, I reach under her belly and flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her up by her hips. I line myself up at her slick entrance while she groans. “Let us see who denies who now.”
She grounds her hips backwards, but I dip away preventing her the pleasure she seeks, denying her the cock she so desperately craves.
“Aarvik! Don’t tease me.”
“Maybe I should stop since my mate seems to think she knows how best I will fuck her.”
“Absolutely not. Please continue,” she whines apologetically, while her body writhes against mine.
“Please continue what, my Lahtva?” I reach around to tease her hard nipples with my fingers. Her breasts are soft and pliable, and I find that I enjoy playing with her here.
“Fucking make love to me Aarvik,” she whines again, grinding her hips back once more.
The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild, and this time I do not dip away. Her slick cunt slides against my cock, and I reach down to line myself up before thrusting in. It is tight. Incredibly tight. It makes me worry that I may be too big for her, but then I remember how I took her the night before and how much she enjoyed it. She might be a petite, little human, but her cunt is greedy.
“Don’t pull out.” She pushes back against
me. “I need this, I need you.”
I lose control of my senses as I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and dip down for a kiss. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I thrust deeper into her giving body, meeting the desperate momentum of my mate’s hips.
My hearts thrum in my chest. Joining with her like this sparks a need I never knew I desired. A need to breed my mate and start a family of my own. This becomes my most important task.
“The duzla…so good,” she cries out.
I can feel the small tendrils rubbing against her insides, searching for the secret nerves that only exist inside the tight channel of a female. It doubles my pleasure knowing how much she’s enjoying my touch. I grab hold of her stomach, pressing her back against my chest so I have access to her neck. While I trail tender kisses here, my hands explore her as I pound home into her sweet body. The tight walls of her channel flutter against me, clamping down hard while ripping my orgasm straight from my sac. She screams out in pleasure and I grunt my release, filling her with seed.
We collapse on the furs. The feeling of her body next to me is indescribable and fills me with warmth and completion. Wrapping my arms and legs around her small frame, I tuck her close beside me. She is exactly where she belongs; against me with her sweet cunt only inches away should I need her again.
“You accepting me as your mate means more to me than you will ever know,” I whisper into her tiny ear. And it is true. Back before the invasion, I never felt the mating lust with any female I attempted to court. My hearts never connected. A mating for my people is everything, and to mate the wrong lover only leads to disaster. I may not deserve this beautiful human female before me, but I would do anything to earn it.
With her eyes closed, she reaches up and cups my face. “I love you too,” she murmurs before falling asleep in my arms. Her slow breathing fans my face, and eventually I too fall into slumber.
Chapter 9
Rena
Bright light filters through small windows. I look up, while the pleasuring thoughts of the night before warms my cheeks. I remember waking throughout the night to make love to my passionate new mate. Several times, in fact.
There’s a tender ache between my legs, a reminder of his powerful body and how well he can use it. As my eyes wander around the new room, I notice that Aarvik is nowhere to be seen. Again. I should probably make it clear I’d prefer him to be beside me when I wake at least once in a while. The thought makes me laugh. Me, making demands to a king. Does this make me greedy?
Peeling the furs from my body, I collect my dress off the floor and inwardly cry about my destroyed panties and bra. They are probably lying somewhere out in the forest, never to be seen again. Sighing deeply, I hunt down Aarvik, my mate. I can’t stop repeating the word in my head. It’s so foreign, yet it feels so right.
If someone would have told me at the start of all this, that this is where I’d end up, I would have laughed. Mated to an alien? Fat fucking chance. However, now that it’s happened, I welcome it. There was a reason that I was instantly drawn to him, desperately seeking him out, and after last night, I know he feels the exact same way. Funny how fate intervenes. We were both so lost, trying to find our way out of the crap the universe dealt us and now here we are, together at least, healing old wounds like it was always meant to be this way.
When I head outside, I find him stoking a fire. Blackened ash still falls from the sky and covers the ground. It gives off the resemblance of dirty snow long after it has fallen and been plowed. One such piece lands on my face and I wrinkle my nose.
Aarvik comes up to me and wraps an arm around my midsection and guides me to our sitting log.
“Good morning, Lahtva. Are you hungry?” He smiles, pecking me on the lips before wiping my cheek with his finger. He hands me a carved wooden bowl filled with freshly picked fruit.
“Most definitely, thank you.” I reach out to grab a tart yellow berry.
He bats my hands away, selecting a piece for me. Eyes narrowing on him, I wonder why he passed me the bowl in the first place if he was just going to feed me himself. Opening my mouth for him, he pushes the berry and his finger inside. I suck on both. His eyes flare with passion.
“Hungry for something else?” he asks, grabbing a blue berry this time.
“Always, but you ravaged me well last night. I might need a little break first.” I lean into his body and snatch the bowl away from his hands. The frown he shoots me is laughable, but I’m hungry and a girl has to eat.
“My mate doesn’t want me to feed her. Fine. I have all the time in the universe to feed her. I can be patient.” He stands up to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“Stay here, my Lahtva, and be patient as I am.”
“I can be patient,” I tell him, watching as he wanders off. As I wait, I pop more bits of fruit into my mouth. The flavors vary from sweet to sour, but they are all delicious none-the-less.
The word Lahtva—an endearing term for mate—plays in my mind. The meaning of it brings me such joy. And finding out that I’m mated to a king? Well that is another story entirely. It’s fair to assume that eventually, we will have to do something about our combined lost people, and I’m not sure that I’m fit for the role, but I’ll do my best. Before I found Aarvik, the daunting task was not something I would have considered, but with him by my side, I feel a duty I didn’t feel before.
My thoughts change pace. Where did he learn to carve such beautiful things? Where did he find the time? It’s not like he had known he was waiting for me all this time. He claimed so last night that it was until recently he’d realized his true purpose for being on Delarou Valdani. While I can imagine losing your home world for obvious reasons, I can’t imagine being forced to wait so long after having a sliver of hope dangle in your face. It must’ve been absolute misery for him waiting around while nothing happened.
I hear the door creak behind me. Guess it didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, certainly not with what little supplies he has inside.
Aarvik arrives next to me and kneels at my side, his handsome smile is bright and catches me off guard. I narrow my gaze, something is up. I just know it. He places his palm in front of me. In his hands are three small packages carefully wrapped in animal fur. My mate wastes nothing, utilizing every bit of his kills. I nearly burst into tears. Here I am, newly mated, waking up to presents. I’d argue to the world and back that this is damn Christmas. I’ll be damned if someone says otherwise.
“For you, my Lahtva. This is the final part of our mating. Bestowing you with gifts for you to enjoy the rest of our days.” He hands me the first gift.
It’s small and about the size of my palm. I carefully unwrap it, curious to see what’s inside. A beautiful necklace with tiny blue pearly beads unfolds. It’s feminine and glints in the light of the fire. “This is beautiful.”
“The pearls come from our oceans. This belonged to my mother's mother before she passed, but she would have wanted my mate to have it. This symbolizes our eternal love, and our bond as a mated pair.” He gently takes the necklace from my hands and loops it around my neck to secure it. Then he hands me another package.
I am stunned into silence, not knowing how to respond to the sweet words that left his mouth. The second item he hands me is long and wrapped in twice the material.
“Careful, it is rather sharp.”
I nod appreciatively and unwrap this one with more care than the last, heeding his warning. A weapon perhaps? With the final bit of fabric removed, a sharp knife is revealed. I was right. It’s a curved blade tucked neatly into a handle made of bone . Gold filigree lines the edge. The combination is different, unique and interesting.
“This blade is yours now, a symbol of the strength I give to you. As your mate I will care for you, hunt for you and die for you.” His eyes are serious, as he straps the blade into a sheath he pulls from his waist, before securing a strap across my side. The blade is now snug on my hip.
He hands me the third and final present. It’s tiny, barely the size of half of my hand. I open it up, and inside are tiny purplish-blue scales. My eyes tear away from my hand as I scan his body, hands searching frantically to find where he tore them from. I know these belong to him. I know they do. He grabs my hands and places them to where his heart…hearts are.
“You have more than one?” I ask incredulously. I hadn’t realized, but then again, he is an alien after all.
“Three.”
I notice a small patch of pink, irritated skin where the scales once were. How I didn’t see it before is almost embarrassing. “Why?” I ask, tracing the skin. It must be sensitive and sore, but he seems to appreciate my touches regardless.
“Because, my Lahtva, this signifies that you are my heart, and that I trust you with my life. Should you choose to strike me with the dagger now, I would allow it.”
“Never!” I place the beautiful gifts on the log beside me, and leap into his arms, attacking him with many kisses. “Never.”
He kisses me back with a ferocity to match my own. I don’t think I could tire from this bliss, and then I can’t help but wonder, what now? He pauses, as if he senses the direction my thoughts headed.
“I need to find my people and bring them back home. It is my destiny,” he proclaims with an assurance that cannot be broken or denied.
The word home is almost foreign to my ears. What is home now? It certainly isn’t the barren wasteland I once called Earth, and it certainly isn’t here. Nor is it any of the other places I’ve been since escaping the decimation of my home planet. Home. The place I’ve been searching for as I endlessly wandered the universe, one place to the next.
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