“You’re extraordinary,” he whispers. There is reverence in his voice and in his lips when he brings them to mine.
I understand the weight, the importance, in this action now. And that just makes me feel much more intensely. I’ve never felt arousal like the warmth that glows between my legs when Vohx’s lips touch mine. Not even close.
There is a chill in his kiss, but I suspect it is only there because he wants me to feel it. He wants there to be no illusions about what this is. He pulls back, and I surge forward, chasing the intoxicating sensation and pressing my lips against his to ask for more, to ask for whatever he is willing to give me. Judging from his earlier words, it will not be much, but I will take what I can get and happily live with any longing that comes after. His eyes meet mine, hold them so steadily that I feel as though he’s reading the thoughts that flit through my head. He pushes his mouth back against my own, this time opening his lips and inviting me inside as his hands trail down my shoulders and to my waist. The hands that hold me are huge and hard and emphatically not human, but I find that this merely makes the gentleness with which he touches me that much more novel.
When he pulls away, it is only to move slowly downward. His lips ghost over my neck as my hands fumble with the thin thermal shirt I had planned to fall asleep in. He lifts his lips again, but only for as long as it takes me to wrench the shirt over my head and toss it aside. I want to feel his skin, but I cannot figure out how to work the strange clasps of his clothing as he continues to move down my body, his tongue licking a line between two ribs as one hand cups my breast, his long fingers working carefully.
“You won’t break me,” I whisper with a smile, still surprised by the delicateness of his touch.
We cannot sleep together, not with all that entails. No matter how much we want to. But I have never felt a need like this. Right now I want Vohx like I want to quench an intense thirst. A lifesaving meal after a fast.
My feelings are primal: raw. And by the heavy look in his pure eyes, the deliberateness of his every action, the rumbling deep in his throat, I just understand deep in my soul that he feels the same.
Whatever happens will be a treasured memory, but it cannot be more, and that might make it even more beautiful.
“I know,” he says.
His fingers roll my hard nipple beneath my shirt, sending a twinge of arousal right to my already needy core.
He shifts position briefly to press a kiss beneath my jaw, before moving back down. It is plain that he is exploring a human body for the first time, and I am aware that he is testing me, seeing what I like and discovering what zones of my body elicit the most promising responses.
I let myself relax and show him, allow myself to gasp and shiver without holding back as my own hands explore his firm chest in return.
At last, he figures out what I’m hoping for and begins to strip out of the upper half of his clothing. His skin is easier to reach now, and it feels alternately cool and warm, as though his body can’t decide which to settle on. When his hands reach for my belt, the desire thrumming through me grows more overwhelming still, and I can barely contain it as he pulls my pants off. Once they have been tossed aside, I am expecting him to reach for the clasp of his own. Instead, he kneels between my legs and lowers his head.
While it’s not what I was expecting from a man who isn’t even the same species as me, I’m certainly not about to object. I let my knees fall open, inviting him in. His breath is maddeningly hot against me, despite the comparative coolness of his skin.
The flesh there has felt no touch aside from my own for quite a while, nearly over a year now truthfully, and the first touch of his tongue has me squirming with pleasure. I want to push into him, to gain more friction as fast as I can get it; I settle instead for exploring the parts of him I can still reach from this angle, fingers trailing over the spines that make a path down his shoulders to his tail. He laps at my sensitive clit with a skilled persistence that makes me moan, heedless of the tents within a short distance of our own. I drape my legs over his shoulders, carefully avoiding the spines I just mapped out with my fingers, and hold on. It turns out the spines are perfect rests for the sides of my ankles.
His tongue gains purpose, and though I know he can’t have done this before, it certainly feels like he has. Or at least has dreamt of it for some time. The thought makes me quiver more violently with the next focused traces of his tongue against my most sensitive area. The thought of him thinking about me, like this. Alone. Conflicted.
“Vohx,” I say, his name in place of an incoherent sound. He lifts one hand to grip my searching fingers, and keeps going. I am so absorbed in the feeling of our joined hands, in the pleased rumbles he makes against me, that when I climax it surprises me.
Orgasms had never been elusive to me, but this is different somehow, than both my own stimulation and the attempts of the sparse handful of men I have slept with previously. I have never been with someone who seemed focused so solely on my pleasure, on my comfort. Even now, when my muscles cease their clenching and my back leaves its arch to rest against the rumpled sleeping bag below me, he remains between my thighs. He waits for my eyes to find him and lifts one side of his mouth in a grin that looks just as satisfied as I feel. If I ask him to stay there, I have a feeling that he will.
The smile on my face feels reflexive, if a bit hazy, and I could not banish it if I tried. I tug at the single hand I still hold.
“Come here,” I tell him, and he obliges.
This time, when he kisses me, I can taste myself on his lips. Somehow, this encounter feels more right than any I’ve had previously, like something missing has finally slotted into place. I put one hand against the side of his face, resting my palm there against his blue skin. The contrast between us looks like perfection. I lie still for a moment, catching my breath, head cradled against his chest in the position in which we have fallen. My muscles feel as loose as unraveling string, and it takes me a moment to coax my tongue into forming something longer than my previous request.
“Will you mate with me?” I ask, because I cannot imagine anything more perfect, anything more profound. Now that I have this, I do not want to lose it, and I can tell from the look in Vohx’s eyes that he does not want to either.
Despite the same want living within him, he takes the time to pause, to whisper a question into my skin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I answer, with not a trace of hesitation in my tone.
My limbs tangle around him as he kisses me senseless, my hands once again navigating the trail of spines along his back and shoulders. He seems to gasp with pleasure each time I graze my fingers over the sensitive skin at one’s base, and so I make sure to do it often. I do my best to undress him the rest of the way, though my motions are fragmentary, as I pause each time his lips and his teeth devoure a new part of me. At last, he is as bare as I am.
“You understand that …” he begins, but trails off, eyes staring into mine with lids heavy, adoration obvious. “My human, there may be no going back. I am speaking emotionally. For me, this mating will be it. I will be yours for eternity.”
Mine for eternity. We have spent just a short time together, but I can simply think of nothing I want more. He is so strong inside and out. I have never felt seen like this, wanted like this, known like this. I feel protected in a way I didn’t ever know I wanted to be. I feel like the universe has finally slotted me into my space in the puzzle that is life.
And it’s pressed against the firm, cool ridges of my Velorian warrior.
He straightens himself out, swishing that strange, thick tail behind him as I bite my lip. He looks almost as undone as I am, already, as he releases an ice blue cock beaded with precum. The length is thankfully devoid of anything strange like spines, but it is proportionate to his thick, broad frame. He is the epitome of masculinity and he has the thick, ridged cock to prove it. His gentle strokes up and down that perfect shaft drive me crazy as his eyes take in every part of m
e, and glimmers of unabashed adoration, lust, and wonder take over him one after the other. Vohx doesn’t hide a thing he feels, and right now all he wants to feel is me.
There is no need now to go slow. I am already more than ready, and when he pushes that intimidating length into me, I see stars on the roof of the tent once more. Even the rhythm we find together seems perfect, and somehow, despite the vast differences of our bodies, we seem made to fit one another.
It’s an overwhelming feeling to be one hundred percent sure about something. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way before. Sure, to the bone. To the core.
I move one hand between my legs, fingers searching. Though I’ve already climaxed once, I ache to do so again, my body clenching around his length with each thrust as I do my best to keep the sounds he draws out from me growing loud enough to draw attention.
He anticipates the movement, catches my hand and moves his own into place. I wonder if all Velorians pick up new tricks so easily, and return to stimulating the spines along his back in thanks. His hand trails over the sensitive skin of my stomach, making me shudder in pleasure as he continues the steady rhythm, before moving my own hand aside and taking over my deliberate circles. He draws his fingers across my nub with movements that seem far more practiced than they should be, timing each stroke with his increasingly fast, hard thrusts. Whatever reservations he had about being too much for me seem to have evaporated, I realize with a smile. I rise up as much as I can and press my lips to the hollow of his throat.
“Extraordinary,” Vohx rumbles again, and when he reaches his end with a low, powerful growl and the systematic tensing of his every muscle, I find my own right afterward, his hand still working diligently even as he convulses with pleasure.
It was certainly memorable the first time, but this is something different; something more. I feel as though we’re connected on a realm far deeper than the physical. I feel inexplicably invigorated, as though I could fight off an entire pack of waelef by myself. Both of us breathing hard, he lies beside me, arranging me so that I am lying on top of him, feeling his lungs heaving in the cool air; the rush of blood through his veins. The muscled expanse of his chest is the perfect balance of hot—alive—and chilled, comfortably, like the cool side of a pillow. I’m still filled with an overwhelming sense of strength, and feel nothing close to the normal urge to rest.
“What just happened?” I ask, still leaning against him, hoping that this is something he is familiar with, a normal part of relations with a Velorian that can be explained.
“We mated,” he answers.
“I know that,” I say, tilting my head back to smile at him. “I mean what’s this feeling. It’s—I don’t know how to describe it. I feel like I could run a marathon or lift a truck.”
Vohx looks concerned for me. It is hard to see his face from my current position, and the shadows the lantern casts make the angles of his handsome face look different, but I can see him with more than just my eyes. It’s impossible to explain. I can feel the draconic warrior with my every sense; can trace his presence just as easily when I blink as when I look deep into his eyes. His heartbeat sends shudders through my palm and harmonizes with my own. “Is it a frightening feeling?”
“No,” I answer. “It’s different, but it feels … right, somehow.” I pause. “That probably doesn’t make any sense.”
He is quiet, thinking. I trail my fingers over his arm, waiting for the electric feeling to dissipate so that I can rest. We have a long way to walk tomorrow. Vohx grabs my hand and freezes, before lifting it up, holding me gently by the wrist, to show me the ice crystals forming on my fingertips. There is no pain. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Holy crap,” I whisper. “How am I doing that?”
“There’s no way you should be able to, unless …” He trails off, looking a mix of thoughtful and amazed. His eyes are shining, and I know even though I am not touching him that his heartbeat has kicked up a notch; that he is feeling tentatively gleeful. How do I know? “What else do you know about Velorian history?”
I shake my head. “Next to nothing,” I answer, not wanting to state that my only exposure to his kind prior to this came from an alien dating simulator.
“When we first began to explore the galaxies, we went as far as we could, investigating every planet that was habitable. Our DNA is compatible with most other humanoid species, and it wasn’t uncommon for the explorers to breed with females native to other planets. It stands to reason that the same thing could have happened on Earth several generations ago.”
It takes me a moment to absorb the words, unexpected as they are. However far fetched it sounds, there is nothing else that explains the way I’m feeling. “So you’re saying ... that I could have Velorian blood? That ...” I let my mouth fall open. Is that why I was always happier in the cold? Is that why I never felt completely, totally, at ease on Earth? Why I always yearned to travel and explore space? I have a little tiny drop of alien blood within me ...
Vohx nods. “Just a touch. But enough that when we mated, it stirred the DNA already within you. It, for lack of a better word, recognized me. We may bond in the same way a Velorian couple would: deeply. The latent part of your DNA is likely working to improve your human body—making you stronger, faster, healthier. That’s why you feel so … invigorated.”
The ice on my fingertips is beginning to fade.
“Recognized you, how?” As someone who works with science and fact and anatomy, I’m struggling to understand. But I know what I see and I know what I feel. “As another Velorian?” I ask. There are one thousand questions spinning through my brain. I try to settle on asking only the most important.
He hesitates, thinks about the words before he says them, but ultimately lets them free. “As your mate,” he says, wearing a smile that looks almost sheepish. “If I weren’t, then the mating would not have affected you in such a way. Not to mention that you would have been as cold here as the men.”
“You mean like actual honest to goodness soulmates?” I ask.
“In a way,” Vohx says, his smile deep and true;the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
My chest is warm and my every cell begs me to press myself against him. I have never felt purpose, safety, happiness like this.
“Velorians believe that our mates are fated, written in the stars. Those of us who stubbornly follow our will are rewarded with finding them.” He runs his tongue over his lower lip as he thinks of how best to share this all with me. “I knew to go to X24 today but I didn’t know why.”
The doubt slowly vanishes. All my life I’ve felt pulled to travel beyond the bounds of Earth and its surrounding colonies and stations. I recall the pigheaded insistence with which I’d taken part in every aspect of this mission, and smile. It may seem like a fairytale explanation, but that does not make it feel any less right. Vohx is mine and I am his. The knowledge settles warmly in my chest as Vohx pulls me back against him, pressing his lips to my temple, before he flicks the last waning lantern off.
“I believe you,” I whisper to the darkness. His grip tightens subtly and the sigh he releases sounds like relief.
I dream of sitting in the cockpit of a small spaceship, Vohx’s hands adjusting mine around the controls, a smile in his voice as he explains them, his warmth against my back. I wake to my legs tangled with his, my face tucked into his chest and each huff of his breath stirring the hair on top of my head. He wakes when I wrap my hand around his length. His smile is as feral as my own. “Again?” he asks, laughing shortly.
“Again,” I echo, and his head dips, his tongue circling my tight nipples. His fingers dipping into my eager entrance, massaging every part of me just the way I want, when I want. It’s definitely not so bad to have a lover who can read you like a favorite book. It’s amazing just how much can change so fast.
He presses his perfect lips against mine, firm and soft, just as his thick alien cock stretches my channel once again, and I know that this is it: he’s my
future, my present. And I’m totally, thoroughly, his.
8
Vohx
The mountainous landscape is even hard for me to keep my footing on, so I do not envy the less-coordinated humans. They are not made for such cold and such increasingly high altitudes. The quick pace we held for a time begins to slow, but it is to be expected. The cold weather gear seems to be holding up at least. Stacy still wears hers dutifully, unwilling to call attention to herself, but her pink cheeks are a secret combination of her being a touch over-warm … and the looks of hungry lust I keep throwing her way.
My cock hardens anew every time I think about stripping her of the thick material and trailing my tongue and teeth over her soft, warm, fragrant skin. Lifting her, holding her easily in my battle-toughened arms, wrapping her thighs around my waist. I grit my teeth hard.
A normal human would die in such temperatures within half an hour without proper protection, and though she no longer needs it, if she ever needed it to begin with, there is no easy way to explain it to the rest of our group without delving into what we were up to last night. Neither of us are ashamed or anything like it—I am confident that Stacy’s blush each time she meets my eyes is from pleasure, anticipation for the next time we have a moment to ourselves.
Relations in this group have been strained from the beginning. There is no need to knowingly make things more complicated with the news of our mating. Perhaps we had been overheard last night despite the snowstorm wailing around us, but still, it seems a blatant act of instigation to actually mention it.
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