by Luna Voss
I inhale in anticipation as his hands move lower, and then let out a squeal of surprise as he puts an arm around my butt, lifting my hips up to the water level. He begins to lather up the bar of soap, and my heart rate increases. Is he really going to clean me there?
He is. His fingers trace down my inner thigh, spreading my legs apart and revealing my juicy, swollen clit. He starts to rub in between my legs, covering me with soap, and I release a throaty moan, squirming in his arms. God, I needed him to touch me here so bad.
I feel so completely vulnerable as he spreads my pussy lips apart with his fingers, cleaning my delicate folds with warm, soapy water. He takes his time, making sure to wash every intimate inch of me. A naughty tingle of excitement runs through me as he lifts my butt above the water and his soapy fingers slip in between my cheeks. I feel his pinky glide right over my tight hole, straining momentarily against it, and I gasp, the sensation almost too tantalizing to bear. This alien chief has officially touched every part of me there is to touch.
Well, not every part, I think as he guides my butt back under the water, putting me in his lap once again. I feel his still-hard shaft bump against my thigh, and I wonder what it would be like to have him go inside me. The idea sticks in my mind, seducing me, making me realize just how empty a certain part of me suddenly feels.
“I— I think you might need to clean in between my legs again,” I say shyly, hoping he’ll take the hint.
“Is that so?” he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Yes,” I double down, the burning desire inside me lending me confidence. “Would you mind washing me there again?”
Rukkarr lifts my hips up to the water level again, revealing the dark brown curls of my pubic hair.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, a clear command in his voice.
I do as I’m told, parting my thighs and exposing the most intimate parts of myself to him. He lathers up his hand and begins to clean me once again, his fingers moving through my delicate folds. My clit is absolutely on fire, just throbbing with need. And somehow, in the most maddening way, he manages to clean everywhere except my little button.
“You missed a spot,” I whimper, lifting my hips to grant him better access. I’m not self-conscious at all at this point, not even thinking about how scandalously I’m exposing myself. I just want him to touch me. I need him to make me come.
His finger hovers over my clit, teasing me. I moan, wiggling my hips.
“Christy, the washing ritual is not meant for pleasure,” he says, his voice almost chiding.
I groan in frustration. “Please,” I gasp, feeling his finger only a millimeter away. “Please, touch me.”
“No,” says Rukkarr, a definite smirk in his voice.
I wiggle around in his arms, frustrated beyond belief. I need it so bad. I need it so bad.
“No matter how clean I get you, you can’t hide your dirty side,” the chief hisses, groping my ass. “Such a naughty little human. Such a fun little human for me to play with.”
And then he does touch me. Slowly, just barely, he begins to make little circles around my clit.
I sigh in relief, the pleasure instantly causing my legs to shake. I’ve never felt anything like this before. This is a hundred times better than touching myself alone. Every little movement of his finger is unbelievable.
“When you first met me in the governor’s office, did you ever imagine that two days later, you would be letting me do this to you?” Rukkarr’s voice rumbles through me as he rubs my clit.
I’m in too much ecstasy to answer. I let out a moan, bucking my hips against him.
He stops rubbing my pussy. “Did you?” he asks again, his tone making it clear that he expects an answer.
“No,” I gasp, and he resumes stroking my pussy.
“You didn’t even imagine it?” he whispers. “You didn’t even imagine all the things I would want to do if I had you as my Bride? Because that’s not what I saw in your eyes, Christy. What I saw was a dirty little human who wanted me to do dirty things to her.”
He keeps touching me, and I clench my thighs as I feel an orgasm getting closer. “Rukkarr,” I moan, my whole world starting to get fuzzy. “Rukkarr, you’re going to make me come so hard…”
All of a sudden, the chief stops rubbing my clit. I groan, my pussy twitching as though to beg for the return of his fingers. “Noooo,” I gasp, clutching his arm. “Rukkarr, please! I’m so close!”
“I told you,” says the Kyrzon, patting my butt as though he finds my reaction cute. “The washing ritual is not for pleasure.”
Chapter Thirteen
I wake up the next morning in the guest room on the bottom floor of the castle. I’m lying in an enormous, Kyrzon-sized bed, complete with fluffy pillows and warm blankets. I lie there, getting used to my surroundings, going through my memories of the night before.
After Chief Rukkarr finished washing me, he insisted on drying me off with a towel and then dressing me himself, not allowing me to lift so much as a finger. True to his word, he didn’t allow me to climax for the entire time, although there was more than one occasion where he got me close. The memory of him cleaning my body, his probing fingers accessing every intimate part of me, is enough to make me blush. I can still smell the sweet, slightly herbal tang of the soap clinging to my body and my hair. The smell brings back visceral, physical recollections of him touching me, and the intense, pulsating arousal I felt as he did it.
There’s also a very real sense of frustration. Because I still haven’t had an orgasm yet. And apparently, the effects of passionberries last a long time when you eat them, because I am definitely still feeling it. I feel my nipples sticking out hard, rubbing against the soft blankets, and it feels so good that I can’t stop focusing on it.
My fingers creep underneath the covers. All I’m wearing are my panties from the night before. Before I know it, I’ve slipped my hand inside and started to rub myself. The sensation is so much more intense than usual that it makes me moan out loud. I can’t believe this. It’s just like last night. Within a minute or two, my panties are on the floor and I’m so wet that my fingers are glistening.
I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. It feels as though the entire past day’s worth of sexual tension is pent up inside me, begging for relief. I can feel an orgasm building, and as I get close, it’s like I physically can’t stop myself from vocalizing. I flip over onto my stomach, burying my face in my pillow as I grind my clit against my fingers.
And then behind me, I hear the door to the room burst open. I scream, turning my head just in time to see Chief Rukkarr closing the door behind him. My cheeks burn as he strides toward the bed. The view of me that he just walked in on is beyond embarrassing.
“I was told that human women liked to do that,” he smirks, giving my ass a little spank. My pussy twitches. I try to wiggle under the covers, wanting to hide myself, but Rukkarr stops me. “You should get dressed,” he says, eyeing my naked body with unconcealed enjoyment. “We leave first thing after breakfast.”
“Where are we going?” is all I can think to say. My heart is still racing.
“Back to the camp on the border of Human Territory,” he tells me.
“Why? We’re not going back to your homeland?”
“Eventually we will. But not until your Governor Pullman has given an answer on increasing the number of Brides.”
I’d forgotten about that. I guess Rukkarr was serious. I think about the matter as I catch my breath.
“If I know Pullman, he’s going to delay as long as possible,” I tell him. “You might be here a while.”
The chief grins. “That’s why we’re staying near Human Territory,” he says with a mischievous look on his face. “Trust me, Governor Pullman isn’t going to like having me on his border.”
* * *
After a meal in the great hall of the castle, we set off for Rukkarr’s camp. This time, we’re accompanied by two soldiers that Chief Gurrak
insisted on sending with us as protection. They ride in front of us, each of them clutching spears.
To say that I’m sexually frustrated would be a tusk-ox-sized understatement. My downstairs situation is absolutely dire. I wish I could change my panties. I stew in my sexual deprivation as we ride, trying to swallow my resentment. It was one thing for the chief to get me so riled up last night, under the influence of the passionberries, and then not allow me to come. That sucked, but I survived.
But having him interrupt me this morning, so close to release, and then whisk me off to travel without even giving me a chance to finish what I was doing?
Yeah, I won’t deny that I’m seething a little bit.
The chief, however, seems unconcerned. As though he has no idea at all of the discomfort I’m in. He probably doesn’t, I realize. It sounds like a lot of his experience with women is secondhand.
Of course, it shouldn’t take some kind of expert to understand the concept of being sexually frustrated. He must have some idea what I’m going through. He must.
But of course, what I’m going through right now isn’t normal. I keep having to remind myself of that. I am still very much feeling the effects of the passionberries, and that’s the real reason my sex drive is so stupidly high right now.
I let out a little moan as Rukkarr runs his fingers through my hair, and it’s an alluring reminder of just how good his fingers would feel if he were touching me somewhere else. He strokes down the back of my neck, and I sigh. It’s just maddening how good it feels, without being the kind of stimulation that I’m craving right now. I can’t believe I ate three passionberries, only to be left high and dry like this.
Dammit, Julia!
“Something up ahead,” one of the soldiers in front of us calls back.
We all slow down, and I see what looks to be a big wooden cart blocking the trail in front of us. Immediately, all three Kyrzons look tense. None of them reacts obviously, or raises their weapon, but it’s instantly clear to me that they’re worried about something.
“What is it?” I whisper to Rukkarr.
“Shh,” he whispers back, his muscles taught. It seems like he’s listening for something.
All of a sudden, I hear a roar. I whip my head around, searching for the source of the sound. A band of Kyrzons that I don’t recognize bursts out of the trees, their weapons flashing. All of them are wearing masks.
I scream, and the three alien warriors in my group spring into action. Rukkarr draws his sword and dives off of our tusk-ox, slapping it in the back and causing it to run off into the nearby trees with me on its back. I watch as the chief and the two Clan Gurrak soldiers square off against their attackers, weapons flashing in the sunlight. The attacking aliens outnumber my companions by several men. For a moment, the group of Kyrzons circle each other, preparing for battle.
And then the fighting begins.
One of the Clan Gurrak warriors throws his spear, killing an enemy, and then draws a short sword from his belt and charges at another one. I wince, horrified, as one of the enemy Kyrzons slashes him in the back with his sword. He falls to the ground, seemingly dead.
Now it’s just Rukkarr and the other warrior fighting against four different attackers. The chief kicks one of them to the ground and stabs him in the stomach, then barely springs up in time to parry a blow from another warrior. Their swords clash, and Rukkarr is able to dance around him with surprising quickness, landing a series of blows that leaves the other Kyrzon bleeding and twitching on the ground.
Unfortunately, my other remaining companion is having less success. I turn to look at him just in time to see him fall to his knees with a cruel, curved dagger sticking out of his back.
The biggest of the enemy Kyrzons comes up behind him, ripping the dagger out and kicking him to the ground. This warrior looks terrifying, the top of his face covered by a mask that seems to be made out of a tusk-bear skull. He lifts the bloody dagger to his face and wipes it on the mask, creating a red streak on the yellow bone.
“Rukkarr, look out!” I scream at the chief, who is locked in combat. He turns just as the skull-faced warrior charges at him, swinging a huge, spiked mace over his head. It misses Rukkarr only by inches, and the chief dives out of the way, sprinting toward me and the tusk-ox.
The two attacking Kyrzons charge into the bushes on the other side of the path, and for a moment, I don’t understand why they’ve retreated.
And then I see them emerge again from the forest, each of them riding their own mounts. Rukkarr jumps onto the saddle behind me.
“Let’s get out of here!” I yell, terrified.
But we don’t. Not right away. Instead of immediately taking off, Rukkarr lifts his sword above his head, aims it, and throws it hard at our ambushers. It flies through the air and embeds itself in the chest of one of our attackers, who falls from his tusk-ox.
“Only one of them left,” he grunts, taking the reins and beginning to ride. I look behind us in terror, and see that the skull-faced Kyrzon is giving chase.
“Rukkarr, he’s chasing us,” I warn him. “The one with the skull.”
“I know,” he growls, drawing his dagger from his belt. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
Chapter Fourteen
My heart races as we streak through the woods, the scary Kyrzon with the mask chasing closely behind us. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my entire life. All I can think about is that spike-covered mace, and that bloody skull mask. I feel like I’m in a horror movie from the Earth Media Archive.
Chief Rukkarr, on the other hand, displays an incredible sense of calm. It’s like he isn’t concerned at all by the risk of meeting a horrible death, and is instead entirely focused on the task of keeping me safe.
Our tusk-ox bellows as we ride, trees blowing past us. The masked warrior continues to chase. I hear a thunk to my left, and see what seems to be a throwing ax embedded in a nearby truck.
Rukkarr takes us up a sloping hill, and then down the other side. We wind up on a flat, grassy knoll, with huge rocks blocking our path in three directions. We’re trapped. Our tusk-ox kids to a stop in front of one of the rocks, and the chief jumps off, holding his sword in one hand and a dagger in the other.
“Stay on the tusk-ox,” he roars. “If anything happens to me, you ride.”
Fear pulses through me as the masked Kyrzon appears, riding down the hill. He slows down as he sees that we’re at a dead end and dismounts from his tusk-ox, dragging the great spiked mace on the ground behind him. As he gets closer to Rukkarr, the monstrous size of this new alien becomes apparent: he looks like he’s a full foot taller than the other Kyrzon. The chief squares up with him, his weapons raised, and for a moment they circle each other, each looking for the right moment to attack.
The skull-faced Kyrzon moves first. With a mighty roar, he swings the mace above his head and brings it down in Rukkarr’s direction. The chief jumps out of the way, but the short length of his blades renders him unable to counterattack. His opponent swings again, and Rukkarr is only barely able to duck in time.
I watch in horror as my new husband dances around his enemy, avoiding the blows. He doesn’t even attempt to swing back, and soon, I realize what he’s doing: he’s trying to tire the other Kyrzon out.
And it seems like it’s working. Every swing of the heavy mace seems to contain slightly less power than the last. Within a minute or two, skull-face is visibly panting, and his motions have significantly lowed.
And that’s when Rukkarr comes alive. Suddenly, he starts to fight harder and faster, swinging his blades with a fervor. When skull-face brings his mace down in the dirt next to him, he dashes to the side and attacks with his dagger.
The blade sticks into the masked alien’s side and Rukkarr lets go of it. The other Kyrzon lets out a horrible scream and pulls the dagger out of himself, wiping it on his masked just as he did before. He then advances on the chief, who now has only his short sword to defend himself.
Skul
l-face swings his mace just as the chief charges forward. The spiked metal weapon comes down hard, but Rukkarr is faster: he lunges past the weapon’s arc and stabs with his sword, embedding it deep in his opponent’s chest.
The mace falls to the ground with a thud, and a moment later, the masked alien’s body follows. Chief Rukkarr stands over his corpse, eyes blazing. There’s something utterly primal, something almost animalistic about him in this moment, something that thrills me in a way I don’t know how to describe.
He steps over the body and stalks toward me with that same blazing look on his face. A shiver runs through me. With every step closer that he takes, my fire for him burns hotter. It’s as though the adrenaline running through me is putting me in touch with my baser instincts, showing me a deep, carnal side of myself I haven’t accessed before. I want this huge, protective animal to claim me. I want to be the thing that pleases him in his victory. I want to let him have me every way that he wants.
I throw my arms around him as he lumbers up to me, pressing myself against him. He growls, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly. I feel his bulge poking into me, not quite hard, but not entirely soft, either. I let out a little moan, taken by its presence. I can’t resist the urge to grab it with my hands and rub it up and down its length. I’m not even thinking, just acting on autopilot, like my biological instincts are taking over.
The chief grunts, looking down at me, and runs his fingers through my hair, gathering a big handful at the back of my scalp. It tingles deliciously, the effects of the passionberries making the sensation so strong that my knees practically buckle. I gasp, feeling instantly submissive, and look up at the chief with big eyes. I lick my lips as I continue to stroke his shaft. He strokes my face with his fingers, his thumb brushing against my mouth, and I part my lips, allowing him to push his thumb inside. I suck on it hungrily, looking him dead in the eyes.
