Rassan

by Elle Harper

  “I want…”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want your mouth on me,” she whispered, lowering her gaze even as he kept her chin tilted up.

  He was painfully erect now. And she likely saw it, seated as she was. “Oh? Where on you, Harper? I want to make absolutely sure I’m giving you what you want, your majesty.”

  “Between my legs,” she whispered, the barest hint of sound. “Please, Rassan.”

  “Good girl.” He gently pushed her back so she was lying back on the mattress and pulled her hips to the edge of it. She was so fucking warm, shivering so sweetly for him.

  He removed her boots, took his time pulling her pants down her body, letting his fingertips caress her bare, shapely thighs.

  “Take your top off. I want to see you,” he said, and she whimpered and nodded, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off before lying back. He groaned when he saw the supportive garment still covering her breasts and reached up and quickly flicked it open, her breasts spilling prettily out of it as she gasped in surprise, moving her hands to cover her breasts. A slight shake of his head had her stilling, laying her hands on the mattress beside her.

  “So obedient,” he murmured as his fingertips trailed over the edges of the thin panties she was wearing. He was rewarded with another small, needy whimper, and he smiled. He let his thumb graze over her mound once, then again before he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. He knelt before her, taking his time admiring the soft, curvaceous woman before him.

  “So perfect,” he murmured. “I’m going to enjoy this…”

  He slowly spread her thighs wide, listening to her moan as he greedily looked at the silken pink of her body. Not all that different from an Izothian female, really, except they were purple.

  He was developing an appreciation for pink…

  He bent his head and trailed it slowly along the length of her silky petals, groaning at the taste of her, her warmth against his tongue, listening to her cry out, the sound making him almost painfully hard.

  And it was just beginning, he thought as he circled his tongue around the small, needy nub that he knew he’d be lavishing with attention very, very shortly.

  Harper gripped the edge of the bed, legs held open by Rassan’s strong hands as his tongue did mesmerizing, toe-curling things to her body.

  “Please… please please please please…” She didn’t even know what she was begging for, just that it had been so long since anyone had made her feel as good as he was, that no one had ever seemed to savor her with such obvious delight, his growls vibrating her sensitive flesh as his tongue drew devilish circles around her clit. His thumbs caressed the sensitive flesh between her legs as his tongue drove her insane. Her breath caught in her throat as he lightly, almost maddeningly lightly, pressed the tip of his tongue to her clit.

  And held it there.

  And kept holding it, teasing, torturing.

  “Please….”

  “Please what, your majesty?” he murmured against her oversensitized flesh, his hot breath only making her tremble more.

  “I… please….”

  “Should I lick it?” he asked. And before she could answer, he lapped, once, then again and again and again, and she bit her lip, suppressing a scream of pleasure.

  He stopped.

  “Oh, that won’t do. You’re not feeling nearly good enough yet if you can control yourself like that…” he said silkily. “Maybe I should suck it a bit. What do you think?”

  If her brain had been working at all before, it wasn’t now.

  “Yes please….”

  “Please what, Harper? I need the words,” he demanded, and she whimpered helplessly.

  “Please suck my clit, Rassan,” she begged, blushing deeply, her entire body heating as he made her say the words. She wasn’t innocent, by far. But she’d never had a man make her express her needs so blatantly.

  “As her majesty wishes,” he said, glancing up at her with that smirk that had a way of making her feel like she was melting before he lowered his face between her legs. The instant he took the bundle of nerves between his firm lips, she nearly lost her mind.

  And then he started sucking on it. Softly, teasingly, taking his time, growling against her, his thumbs still caressing, teasing at her opening.

  Before she knew what was happening, she took a deep, shuddering breath, a ragged scream escaping her as she fell apart for him, the molten need that had been building at her core erupting, turning her into a quivering, overwhelmed mess as he continued sucking and teasing her through her orgasm, his growls and groans as he enthusiastically pleasured her drawing out her orgasm even more, waves upon waves pleasure coursing through her until she finally fell back against the mattress, a limp, liquid lump of satisfaction.

  And he kept going. HIs tongue teasing her entrance, licking, barely pressing inside her. She whimpered helplessly, not sure how much more she could take. And just as she had the thought that she couldn’t take anymore, he pressed his thick, warm tongue inside her and the cry she made was somewhere between desperation and animalistic. He did mind-numbing, filthy, erotic, amazing things to her, his tongue a wicked instrument of neverending pleasure, and it wasn’t long before she started fealing that warmth, that tension, that desperation that signalled another orgasm on the horizon.

  “Rassan… I’m going to…”

  He paused. “I want your eyes on mine when you orgasm for me. Understand?”

  “Y-yes.”

  He nodded and went back to erotically, perfectly, addictively assaulting her sensitive body with his tongue, coaxing her toward another orgasm, and when she fell over the edge, she kept her eyes on his as he’d demanded, knowing he was seeing everything. Her pleasure, her desperation, her overwhelm, her lust. His gaze, if she had sense enough to define it, was full of determination and blatant satisfaction.

  When she finally fell back, panting, for the second time, she trembled and whimpered as he kissed between her legs more, then her inner thighs, massaging her legs as he did, not seeming to be in a hurry to stop touching her or having his mouth on her.

  “Th-thank you….” she managed closing her eyes as he continued to kiss her thighs.

  “Believe me, it was my pleasure, your majesty,” he murmured, and she looked up at him as he pressed one more kiss to her left thigh and stood.

  And oh, holy shit, the enormous bulge he was sporting when he did.

  “Um…. what about you?” she asked, making herself sit up and nodding toward his crotch.

  “This was for you. When I have you— and I fully intend to— I want you to be full of lust and well-rested. Because I expect to keep you busy for a good long time.”

  She stared at him, and he smiled at her, then leaned down and picked up her shirt, pants, and panties from the floor. Her bra was still hanging from her elbows. He set them on the mattress next to her, then bent and pulled her panties and pants back up to her knees.

  “You don’t have to do that….”

  “Oh I know. But the longer you sit there naked and flushed and mouthwatering, the more painful this gets,” he said, nodding down toward his crotch. “So let’s get you dressed. Plus it’s going to start getting cold soon. I should go out and set up my tent.”

  She glanced at the door. The rain was still pouring down.

  “You’ll get soaked.”

  “I know.”

  “Just… we can share,” she said softly as she pulled her pants and panties up. She let her bra fall the rest of the way off, then buttoned her shirt over her breasts. She hated sleeping in a bra and he’d already seen… everything… anyway.

  She looked up at him again to see him watching her, then glancing at the narrow bed.

  “We’ll both fit,” she said.

  “Sure. If you stay pressed up tight against me all night.”

  “Well. Not pressed that tightly,” she argued. “Especially if I lay on my side.”

  He studied her. “Ar
e you sure you would be comfortable with that, Harper? Sleeping with me. Waking up with me, especially after what we just did?”

  “Would you?” she asked. Because there was something in his voice. A tension, unease, the sense that there was a lot he wasn’t saying.

  He scoffed, trying to cover whatever weirdness it was she swore she saw there. “I’m fine.”

  “Fine. Then let’s go to sleep. I’m tired.”

  “Fine.”

  “Good.”

  “Great,” he said, with more than a small snarl to his voice, and she hid a smirk as she dug the pillows and each of their blankets out of their respective packs and tossed them on the bed, laying her head on her pillow and covering up, rolling onto her side facing the side of the tent, leaving him over half of the bed.

  After several long moments, she felt the mattress dip as he sat down, felt it shifting as he settled into position. She looked over her shoulder to see him lying on his back, looking at the ceiling. He’d dimmed the small lantern they were using to its lowest setting, and she could only see him in profile. She ached, suddenly, for him to wrap his arm around her, to spoon her…

  Get a hold of yourself, she told herself, turning back. He’s a horny male. Yes, he did things to your lady-parts you couldn't even have fantasized about if you’d wanted to, but it’s lust. And he wants to get laid eventually, which will be fun. Snuggling was never part of the equation.

  “Night,” she murmured, trying to ignore the empty void she felt forming in the pit of her stomach, that pathetic need for a “more” she’d always wanted and never been given. She was too old by now to keep wishing for that.

  “Good night, your majesty,” he said softly, reaching over, to her surprise, and resting a large hand on her thigh. After a while, he started breathing deeply, steadily, and she felt herself drift off to the sound of the rain pouring as he slept beside her.

  Chapter Five

  Rassan woke with the dawn, as usual, immediately feeling Harper’s soft, warm body near his. Her scent still surrounded him. He realized, with some surprise, that he was still resting his hand on her thigh. He’d stayed touching her all night, and she’d let him. He slowly pulled his hand away and got up slowly, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. There was no reason for her to be up this early.

  And he needed some time. The night before had been… damn. She’d been so sweet, so responsive, so enthusiastic. Had practically offered herself to him, and the only thing that had kept him from giving in to what he needed was that he wanted them both to last a long time when he finally took her.

  That, and because it wasn’t just his cock that was growing very attached to the idea of Harper. He was in serious trouble here, so close to developing stronger feelings for the curvy Earthen. So tempted to give her what she clearly needed and wanted, a strong male to make her scream and whimper in the bedroom, a companion who would protect and respect her and care for her.

  Flashes of what that could be kept flickering through his mind. And he kept coming back to the fact that he’d tried that, a few times. And it hadn’t worked, because he couldn’t be the kind of partner most females wanted. Somehow he had this weird feeling that if he let her in, and Harper walked away from him, he wouldn’t come back from it. Not whole.

  He walked outside and glanced around, hoping the calmness of the forest would soothe him. He knew that if he was smart, he’d keep things purely professional between them, chalk the previous night up to close quarters and too much free time.

  He glanced back at the tent, not sure what to expect from her after he’d devoured her like a madman. She’d been very quiet. He’d expected her to talk to him, tease him as she usually did. Maybe he’d expected it more… but she’d barely uttered a word afterward once he agreed to just sleep in the tent with her.

  He shook his head and started the small camp stove, boiling some water, then mixing up some of the cereal grains they usually ate for breakfast. He spotted some berries growing nearby that he knew she liked and he stepped that way to gather them, remembering that, like some deviant, she actually liked the more sour ones. He made sure to grab several of those for her, a slightly lighter green than the ones he liked.

  He was washing up in some water that had collected in one of the enormous leaves of a nearby plant when he glanced up to see her stepping out of the tent. Her gaze found his immediately, and she waved and gave him a small, shy smile. He watched her closely, noting a wariness in her expression that he didn’t think he was imagining.

  And for some stupid reason, even though he’d just decided, literally seconds before, that the best thing to do would be to leave her alone, it hurt him that she was wary. That she wasn’t smiling more brightly.

  Maybe he hadn’t been the only one having second thoughts in the light of day.

  He made himself walk over to her. She was sitting on a fallen tree trunk, blowing across the top of her cup of tea. He held the handful of her berries out to her and she chuckled softly and took them.

  “Thanks. You remembered that I like the sour ones.”

  “How could I forget such deviant behavior?” he asked as he sat, and she grinned, popping one in to her mouth.

  “They’re good on the cereal grains, too,” he said, grabbing his bowl and putting the berries on top of the contents before stirring them in with his spoon. She nodded and popped a couple more into her mouth, then did the same. They ate in silence, and he looked up to see her watching him.

  “I’m sorry about last night,” he said, and her entire posture changed. Stiffened. Her expression became guarded.

  “About which part?” she asked after a few moments.

  He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

  “You look like a trout when you do that,” she said irritably.

  He scanned his translator and found that it was a type of Earthen fish. “Rude,” he muttered.

  “So which part are you sorry for? The flirting? The asking me what I wanted? The doing what I asked you to? What?” she asked, her voice soft, a clear edge to it.

  “None of that,” he finally said. “I enjoyed every second of that.” He met her eyes, held her gaze until she looked away.

  “Then what are you sorry for?” she asked before scooping another spoonful of cereal grains into her mouth.

  “I thought you were maybe uncomfortable this morning. You looked unsure when you saw me. So mostly I was apologizing for anything I did making you uncomfortable with me.”

  “Oh. No, it wasn’t anything you did or didn’t do.”

  He studied her closely until she looked up at him again. “You’re sure?”

  She got up and washed her bowl and spoon in a nearby puddle, then dug a towel out of the pack they kept their cooking supplies in and started drying them. He followed suit, washing his dishes as well. “I’m sure. I had a good time. I just have…” she sighed, wiggling her fingers near her head. “After it was over, all of these stupid thoughts. Mostly stuff creeping in from the past. If that makes any sense.”

  More than she knew, he thought to himself, but kept it to himself. Instead, he nodded and took the towel from her, drying his dishes. “So do you want me to refrain from devouring you again on our journey? Or doing more to you?”

  That blush was impossible to miss. And it had his body aching for her. Even more than it already was.

  “I would be lying if I claimed I did not want a repeat of that… or more. But if you don't, then obviously—”

  “The only thing keeping me from bending you over that boulder and letting you know just how much I want to do all manner of things to you is that you have to be able to walk today,” he said, and was rewarded by the sight of her freezing at his words, her skin reddening beautifully, her eyes widening before she glanced down shyly.

  “Oh,” she said softly, busying herself with repacking the cooking supplies.

  He smirked as he stepped toward her and packed his own dishes into the bag. The moment he stepped close, her scent
surrounded him. It was like being pulled into her orbit, held there, with no desire to leave, no desire but to keep breathing her in, feeling her warmth.

  She looked up at him and he realized he was staring.

  This was such a bad idea. He knew how drawn he was to her already, how he’d only become more drawn to her. And he’d disappoint her, if she ever let him get that close in the first place. The wariness in her gaze, both earlier and in the current moment, made him want to comfort her, soothe her like some kind of wild creature, which she was. Even if she would never consider herself wild.

  He could see it. In every movement, every glance, in the almost feral excitement she showed when they found something on their travels that excited her. It was easy not to see it, to see the quiet, shy female who’d given her life to science, who’d been willing to lose everything for the chance to explore something more. But he had seen hints of far more and that “more” made him wonder what had happened to her in her life on Earth that had made her build such a shelter around herself, the way a wild aladala wraps its tail almost completely around its small body to protect it from cold and harm.

  He was determined to find out, if she’d let him.

  They finished packing up and he collapsed the tent, helping Harper secure it to her back, nestled above her other pack that contained her personal items. She kept another bag slung across her chest containing books (paper books! He’d only ever seen images of things like that…) and her portscreen and some vials she used for collecting samples and seeds.

  To be honest, she was adorable.

  And he knew he was lost. And that when she inevitably walked away, he would be left an empty shell of himself. Maybe that would be better. If he was just a shell, at least he wouldn’t be able to feel how much it hurt to put so much time and attention and focus on someone, as much as he could manage, anyway, and then have them decide it, and him, hadn’t been enough.

  Harper looked up at him as he helped her with her gear. And for once it wasn’t cockiness or impatience or humor or even lust she saw in his eyes, but something else. Something she’d seen in her own eyes as she’d looked at her reflection in the mirrors back home too many times to count: loss, fear. It was a flash, and then gone, and he averted his gaze as he buckled her pack around her waist. When he looked back up again, it was as if that expression had never been there at all.