by SJ Sanders
All protests at the tip of Sara’s tongue died the moment all that cocooned warmth seeped into her. Ok, this wasn’t so bad, she acknowledged. If he was going to ignore the smell of her cunt and wanted to carry her around, who was she to stop him. He made to attempt to initiate anything sexually, both to her relief and frustration. Though she didn’t want to dwell on the latter.
In any case it clearly wouldn’t do him any harm to cart her around. He was huge. No doubt she weighed as much as a small child to him. Sara wanted to giggle, she never thought she would be carted around like a baby at her age. With her curvy body, no man she ever dated picked her up, much less tried to carry her.
One thing was for sure, he smelled good! Burying her face against his chest, Sara willed her body to behave as she deeply breathed it in. Her inner slut rebelled fiercely, arousal tightening her nipples and streaking through her belly. Thankfully, Vidok either didn’t notice, or ignored it.
Once he was certain that she was secure, Vidok handed a travel ration to her before he proceeded to eat his own in a few quick bites. Sara looked at it suspiciously--it didn’t exactly look appetizing-- before she took a small nibble at the end of it. The taste burst on her tongue.
It was tough and took some gnawing, but Sara worked on it eagerly as Vidok loped along, dragging the sled behind him. Licking her lips between bites Sara figured it was some sort of meat and berry congealed goop. Truthfully, it reminded her of some of the traditional travel food made from moose nose by Alaska’s Athabaskans. If it is anything like it she was pretty sure it was loaded with necessary calories to keep them going. Even if the idea of eating solidified fatty sludge made her stomach churn.
They spent the next several days traveling in this manner, Vidok carrying Sara over the snow in his arms during the day, and curled up around her protectively in the warmth of their shelter at night. He never made a move on her, and Sara tried desperately to ignore the sexual frustration that increased day by day. She knew he was aware of it. Whenever her pussy flooded with new heat and became increasingly damp, his ears tipped towards her and his nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. His tail, too, would twitch with interest.
Aroused male, happy tail. She snickered to herself.
Aside from the sexual tension that made her want to peal herself out of her skin, the days were uneventful and passed silently. Not only because there are some pretty impressive-sized predators--Vidok was kind enough to point out tracks twice the size of his hand, of what Sara understood to be something like an alien version of a sabertooth tiger--but also because, now understanding the threat of the Agraak, he was on constant watch for scout ships.
For the most part Sara was comfortable. Vidok’s large body gave off copious amounts of heat and the alpak fur cut much of the wind. Whenever they stopped for breaks Sara had a bit more freedom to look around at the changing landscape. The further south they moved, once they left the ice flow, she began to see the snow gradually receding a bit and various budded shrubs that eventually gave way to large trees. She also caught glimpses of native birds, a range of odd looking animals, the most plentiful of which is some kind of large rodent that reminded her a bit of a weasel with four eyes and long whiskers that Vidok called a burrah.
When Vidok announced that they were there, Sara looked around eagerly, and was immediately disappointed. There was nothing.really other than a rounded clearing in the trees and a large cavern with a wooden door secured across the front like a craggy big-ass hobbit hole. Sara had expected some kind of village. She was, however, pleased to see a great many furry VaDorok males, and a few large females. Warrioresses Sara guessed, since Vidok had told her that outside of the full moon gathering, they were the only females who attend to summoned gatherings were typically female warriors.The other females didn’t collectively socialize much with the males. It didn’t seem like anything special to Sara. Kinda a let down, actually, when she was expecting to see some kind of village setting worthy of National Geographic. Vidok though seemed stunned.
Sara elbowed him from her perch in his arms. “Whats going on?” she whispered.
“I don’t know,” Vidok muttered, his brow furrowing. “There were no hunts planned or gatherings announced. Unless there was a summons that I didn’t hear from the ice flow.”
“Hmm,” Sara bit her lip, and shifted uncomfortably as more than one male turned to stare at her as they passed.
Vidok noticed it too, his whole body stiffened and began rumbling with a threatening growl at the other males. Sara noticed the fur on his shoulders start to bristle with aggression. She stroked a soothing hand across his pectoral, which seemed to ease him some, but not enough to counteract the increasing press of male attention from the other VaDorok. Sara was more than a little nervous herself being the only five foot three human woman in a sea of giant aliens.
A large male ducked out from the hobbit-hole thing. He was about the same size as Vidok, who towered over many of the other males, but slightly heavier with muscle. He also had a bit more of the shiny abalone filaments in the fur around his face than Vidok. Taking a quick look at the other VaDorok, Sara was beginning to suspect with some jealousy that it was their species’ version of gray hairs. Bright gold metals gleamed from this male’s locks, and his bright blue eyes scanned the crowd before settling on them. The only thing that portrayed his surprise was a slight twitch of his ears and the subtle widening of his eyes.
The crowd parted as Vidok met the male. They gripped each other’s forearms and bumped their foreheads together in a greeting of familiarity.
“Borax, I was not expecting to arrive here and be greeted by a crowd,” Vidok growled.
Borax raised a brow, “I am guessing that you were out of range to hear the four horns?”
“Yes I was on the ice flows in the far northern territory.”
“Really? Scout Nadaz was just out there and beat you back two days early.” Borax, inhaled deeply, his brow furrowing in confusion and then cocked his head as he finally noticed the small female gripped protectively against Vidok’s chest.
“What is this?” Borax asked with interest.
Vidok made a noticeable attempt not to growl at his friend. Sara, for her part, just wanted to disappear.
“This is my female, a human named Sara.”
His female? That caught Sara’s attention. But then, maybe he felt the need to stake out some sort of claim as her protector, she surmised.
Borax’s eyes narrowed into eerie gleaming blue slits. “Did you happen to find her on the ice flows then?”
“Yes. I found her nearly dying in the snows. She said she escaped from something called a lab where she, and other females were being tested --I believe for mating compatibility-- and bred by a species we have been unwittingly harboring called the Agraak. They killed all the male humans, and Sara ran away before she could be forced into breeding.” His grip tightened around her almost painfully.
A growl rippled through the listening crowd, hackles raising on many.
“To force a female was an unforgivable offense to mother Udula, mother goddess of all life,” Borax acknowledged gruffly.
Vidok communicated the rest of what he knew. “She says that she was one among ten left remaining, the bred females were removed from our planet and taken to the Agraak home world.”
Another male pushed his way forward. A large burly male, larger than both Borax and Vidok, his fur heavily threaded with abalone and a wicked scar running down the side of his face from brow to jaw that made Sara wince internally in sympathy. He ignored the other males and looked directly at her, his startling green eyes meeting hers.
“These other females,” his deep bass voiced rumbled out, “they are being kept against their will?”
Sara nodded her head slowly, fighting back tears. “Yes, if they aren’t helped the Agraak will force them to be hunted. They will allows the males to capture my friends and forcefully breed them. Their claws and teeth will tear their flesh when the Agraak force them into
a mating hold. I don’t want that to happen to my friends.” She couldn’t help the vulnerable quiver in her voice.
The giant scowled and nodded his head thoughtfully, before turning his attention to the chief.
“We must aid them” he growled out. “Not only is it a great offense to mother Udula, this little female has called Vidok’s ulukskinon, even though it is clearly as of yet unfulfilled. All the same, it is possible another of their number may call someone else’s instinct. It is rare for us to have access to new females. It might be a once in a lifetime opportunity for some of us who have long waited to find his ulukska,”
Most of that went straight over Sara’s head, she had no idea what a ulukskinon or ulukska was, but she latched on to one important fact, she had willing rescuers on hand. She noted the warriors in the crowd nodding their heads in agreement. Whatever he spouted seemed to be of great interest to the others. Even Borax nodded, his eyes never leaving her.
“I had heard some disturbing things from Scout Nadaz about a great metal den in the far northern territory.” his eyes momentarily flicked to Vidok. “He must have seen you on the ice flow. He said he heard screams when scouting around the offworlder den that has previously been silent for all the solar cycles it has sat there at the borders of our territory.
“Deciding that he had to report this immediately, he was heading back when he heard similar cries coming from the ice flow. But he said that when he arrived another VaDorok had already arrived and was carrying away a small body. Deciding there was nothing more he could do, he came and told me immediately of all that happened. You have filled in the gaps of his report and I am greatly unsettled.”
He paused thoughtfully, rubbing a palm along his fore-horn. “It seems that it is in the best interest of these females, and the VaDorok, to attack the great den and liberate the females from their captors.”
“Will we be permitted to test for ulukskinon?” a voiced called out from the crowd.
The chief tilted his head to the side and considered the tribe gathered around him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.“I see no reason that the females should not be given the opportunity to do so if they choose. It will be a blessing if any of our males find it among them.”
Whoosh, still over my head, Sara chuckled to herself. A tiny voice considered that it might be valuable to know what exactly these males were looking for. A bossier voice said that it was more important to get the women out and worry about that later. Bossier voice won. But still it niggled in the back of her mind.
Approving growls rumble through the crowd. That was apparently all that they needed to hear.
Huzzah!
***
Vidok warily eyed the males moving around him as they excitedly prepared for the upcoming fight. He wasn’t concerned with the enthusiastic boisterous play among some of the younger males, but more for the looks of interest being cast towards his mate.
He had not yet had a good moment to speak to her of the ulukskinon twisting within him, inflaming his arousal uncontrollably. Until now, it had seemed a bad time to speak of such things when she was concerned for her friends.
Now he wished he had succumbed to bad manners and addressed it so that he could have secured his ulukska before entering unplanned into a gathering. But there had been no way of knowing he was walking with his unclaimed mate into a veritable sea of unmated males. He had not heard the gathering horns.
Instinct raged within him to attack the curious males, edging far too close to his female for his comfort. Thankfully there weren’t many who dared. Several of his tribal brothers had already taken note of the mating musk Vidok had begun to give off since meeting his ulukska.It was a gift to their species from the god Tirzon who lured his mate, the great mother, to his side by using his own magic to bait his flesh with the most seductive perfume. That scent was designed to keep his mate at his side, and warn off rivals.
It was also one that was naturally rather repellent to other males. This partially accounted for the wide berth most males gave them. Of course most males were making the effort largely because they wanted to avoid any uncontrollable swings of temper that could strike, if Vidok’s mating instinct were roused by a male stupidly wandering too close to his mate. Just as well.
Newly mated, Vidok recognize that he was likely to act erratically until he secured their mating bond. He preferred not to harm his brethren for innocent curiosity. Yet, to his instinctual mind, other males, even loved and trusted friends, were competitors for attracting his mate. The instinctual mind wasn’t terribly logical, as everyone knew. Vidok himself gave council to many males over the years who had difficulty when their instinct woke to a female. And pulled apart more than one fight.
Merlor, a young male just a decade into his primary adulthood, licked his lips with such interest that Vidok battled the vicious coil of his temper. A male with a death wish, he silently amended. He never cared for Merlor, or his any of his family now that Vidok thought on it. No one he met from that family was trust worthy or honorable.Vidok even had to rebuff advances from Merlor’s young cousin, Ita, more than once.
He had no interest in pleasure partnering with an underage female. It was dishonorable to test mating compatibility with a female still lawfully considered a child in the eyes of the tribe...but she cared little for his honor as she tried repeatedly to get him to change his mind. Vidok didn’t want to think about the fact that he probably would have eventually given in to ease his loneliness once she came of age if it weren’t for finding his mate. Thankfully, now it no longer bore any possibility of consideration.
“Borax,” Merlor barked out. “Surely you will secure the female from Vidok while we retrieve the others. He has had an unfair advantage over the rest of us, and is no more worthy of ulukska.”
Vidok trembled with fury. The whelp dared?!
Merlor looked pointedly at him.“I want the opportunity to spend the night period and the next half day with the female Vidok is attempting ulukskinon with. She is not VaDorok. It is quite possible that she will respond to me and awaken my instinct. She should not just go to whoever luck has provided opportunity to.”
Fury, like he never before experienced, flooded through Vidok’s blood as the fur along his spinal ridge raised, and his tail stiffened in anger. Although known throughout the tribe as being one of the most mild in temperament among the males, Vidok would not allow this young male to presume him weak. He was a warrior of the tribe, and one in whom the mating instinct had risen with a vengeance. Vidok’s instinct rose aggressively to protect his mate.
There was a reason the VaDorok were largely a solitary species. It was not unheard of in the past for lonely solitary males to attempt to steal away the families of mated males. The instinct of mated males of the VaDorok would not allow this. It was on guard. Watching. Suspicious. Alert. Instinct protected their females and young.
The small female stiffened in his arms as Vidok responded to Merlor with a territorial growl. As much as he regretted making her fearful, backing down would give his challenger more room to try to push his claims. If he wanted a fight, he would get one. Very slowly, Vidok lowered Sara safely to her feet before stalking up to the other male.
“Do you challenge me, Merlor?” Vidok snarled, his tail slapping the back of his legs in heightened aggravation.
Merlor bellowed out a challenge roar, to which Vidok replied with a much deeper one of his own.
***
“Oh my gods, this shit is escalating quickly,” Sara muttered under her breath as she watched the males square off. “Like gods-damn Jurassic Park meets cavemen, with a mine, mine, mine mentality,” she snarked. Pulling off a glove, Sara placed two fingers in her mouth and let out a shrill whistle.
As she had anticipated, VaDorok hearing was highly sensitive. Several males, caught off guard. hit the deck. Both Vidok and Merlor ground to a screeching halt, their ear’s flattened to their heads.
Serves the assholes right.
“Look as cute, and flat
tering, as this display is-- I am a grown-ass woman, not a piece of meat to be fought over. Moreover, there is more important shit going on--like rescuing my friends for instance. So cut the shit.”
She rounded on Merlor, “And look asshole, if I had a problem being lugged around by Vidok I would let the chief here know,” she hooked a thumb at Borax. “You do not get to decide. And that goes for everyone,” she bellowed. Just in case any one else had a question about that.
Sara was certain some of her slang and terms didn’t translate, given a few confused looks flitting through their audience, but the general gist seemed well understood. Several males, including Borax, began to laugh. And the way Merlor’s ears pressed down, she had a good idea who the butt of the joke was.
Sara didn’t deliberately set out to embarrass anyone, but she meant what she said. Her eyes cut to Vidok, hoping he wasn’t too embarrassed. Instead, he looked rather pleased. A smug smile curled his lips, a bit of fang poking out sexily, in a silent taunt at Merlor. She tugged Vidok’s tail, which, like a string on a pull toy, kicked his purr in as he turned to follow her.
“Come on, Vidok. This shit is exhausting. Lets find a spot to set up camp and bed down.”
A giggle was surprised out of her when Vidok came up behind her and swept her back up into his arms. His happy purr positively vibrated her entire body, sending lust shooting through her.
Turned on by a purr. Sara you are a sick, sick woman.
Seemingly inspired by the large contingent of males around, Vidok was spurred into record-beating time setting up their shelter. Sara was rather impressed when he shoved her non-too-gently inside, bristling and growling at the lingering VaDorok all the while.
Sara smoothed down the ruffled fur on the arms of her tent-buddy, and smiled up at him.
“Ok big guy, out with it. What is going on here? You look a shade shy of jumping off the deep end.”
