by Ruby Dixon
Her cheeks color, and she sidles closer to me, nervous. It’s strange, her reaction. Have I not had my hands all over her? Have we not simulated mating over and over again while in the prison cell together? I know intimately how her body feels under mine. I know the sounds she makes when she is going to come. I know the feel of her breasts and her cunt. What is there to be embarrassed over?
Her pale hands move to my shoulders, and she hesitates. “I’m all dirty.”
“Do you think that matters to me?” I brush a bit of red dirt off her shoulder and then let my fingers glide down her arm. “I still want to put my mouth all over you.”
Her eyes go soft, and she puts her hands on the sides of my face. She drops to her knees and then wiggles in until she’s between my thighs. Then she presses her mouth to mine.
At first, it’s just a gentle brush of her lips. Pleasant, but perhaps not worth all the excitement. But then she parts her mouth and her tongue strokes against the seam of my lips, and I feel a jolt rush through my body. I open for her, and her tongue sweeps inside my mouth, rubbing and teasing.
Need explodes through me, and I groan, pulling her closer. My hands lock against her bottom, and she makes a little squeak into my mouth, but does not pull away. Her tongue drags against mine, and she makes another little sound of surprise. I am surprised, too—her tongue is soft and smooth, like her skin. She does not have the ridges on her tongue like my people do. I find that keffing erotic and can’t help but stroke my tongue against hers again, enjoying the sensation of our two bodies clashing. Over and over, we do this “kiss,” our tongues mating until she is gasping for breath and my cock is aching fiercely. We pull apart, and she gives me a dazed expression.
“Is it always that good?” I ask her, entranced by the slick gleam of her lips.
“No, not always,” she says breathlessly, and her gaze moves back to my mouth. I take the hint and pull her back in for another kiss, my hands moving up and down her backside. She has no tail, no protective ridges on her spine. She is nothing but softness, and I can’t help but let my hands glide up and down the cleft of her bottom, exploring her. Chloe arches against my touch, and her legs spread farther apart.
I cannot resist the invitation. I stroke my fingers forward, seeking her folds, and find her core, already damp for me. Another groan escapes me at how hot and wet she is, and I want to thrust a finger deep inside her. But the need to give her pleasure drives me even more, and I glide my fingers upward, seeking out the small, sensitive nub that hides in her folds. When I find it, her entire body jerks and she seems to melt against me, her thighs clasping my hand.
“What is this?” I ask between kisses, giving it a little rub. “It is not something our people have.”
She rocks against my fingers, a little cry erupting from her throat. “It’s…clit…” she pants. “No…biological…purpose. Just feels…good.” Her eyes close, and she presses her forehead to mine. “Oh god, does it feel good.”
I capture her mouth again and stroke my tongue against hers. “Shall I put my mouth on your cunt? Tease this little bit of flesh with my tongue until you cry out?”
Chloe arches against me, whimpering.
I like to think of that as a “yes.” I break our kiss, then move lower and lick the cords of her neck. Even here, she smells soft and sweet. I love the way this fragile human feels in my arms. I must be careful to treat her perfectly, like she deserves to be treated. I cannot be too rough or lose control. All that matters is my Chloe.
I pull her against me and drag one leg and then the other around my waist. When she’s clasped around my body, I lean forward, lowering her to the rocky soil. “I should wait to claim you,” I murmur even as I dip my head to kiss between the soft globes of her breasts. “But I cannot wait any longer.”
“Good,” she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m tired of waiting. We’re alone, and that’s all that matters.”
It seems we think alike. I lick the gently rounded surface of her belly, dragging my tongue along her softness. She smells so keffing good—a delicate scent mixed with a hint of sweat and her female musk that makes my senses come to life. I move lower and press my mouth to the soft curls covering her cunt. She moans, squirming with anticipation, and I kiss lower. I cannot wait to taste the nectar from her body. My mouth waters at the thought. I have dreamed of this moment for many days now, and I plan on savoring it.
I push apart the folds of her cunt, reveling in how pink and wet they are. “Look at how you need me,” I tell her. “Look at how wet you grow at the thought of my mouth on your cunt.” She moans, and I grin to myself, exploring her sleekness with the tip of one finger. The little bud I have teased with my fingertips looks smaller and far pinker up close, and I lean in to taste it.
Her body jerks in response, the breath whooshing out of her lungs. “Oh my god,” she moans again. “Your mouth…”
“You want more of it?” I’m happy to comply, tonguing her little “clit” with enthusiasm. When she writhes and makes those fantastic gasping noises, I know she likes it. I lick her a little slower this next time, dragging over the bud so she can feel every ridge on my tongue. “I will give you everything, my Chloe. My human.” I love being able to say the words aloud, knowing there’s no one around to threaten her.
She’s mine for now and forever. I’ve claimed her fully, and I’m not letting her go.
Her body arches under me, and she reaches forward, one hand going to my hair and the other to one horn. She wraps her fingers around it and then flinches away when I groan. “Was that—was that bad?”
“No,” I tell her thickly. “I liked it.” And then I continue teasing her clit with my tongue to show her how much I liked it. My horns don’t have much sensitivity, but what is there fevers my imagination more than anything. I’m picturing her fingers wrapping around them, tight around their girth, and it makes my cock strain to be buried deep between her thighs.
Chloe’s hands grip both horns then, holding my face between her legs, and she pants my name. I give her what she wants, lapping my tongue against her tender clit until she’s crying out, shuddering her release. She falls back against the earth, panting and dazed, and I cannot help but watch her reaction, her cunt pink and wet with her orgasm. It entices me and makes my cock tighten. I can wait no longer to be inside her. Grabbing one thigh, I push my body over hers, and it immediately feels familiar. “How many times did we play-act like this?” I tell her, and she moans. “How many times have I covered you, thrusting my cock between your soft thighs? How many times did I hold you close and shudder my need?”
“This time it’ll be real, though,” she says, breathless. Her eyes are dazed as she gazes up at me, and her hand skims down my chest. “This time I want you deep inside me.”
I want that, too. I want it more than anything. I won’t let another moment go to waste, either. It’s already been far too long a wait to make her mine. I shift my weight, bracing one arm next to her as I use my hand to guide my cock into her warmth. Her cunt is tight, her warmth seeming to suck me in. I push forward, little by little, as Chloe moans underneath me, unable to remain still. She moves her hips, raising them to drive me deeper. She doesn’t want me to go slow.
I don’t want to go slow, either. With a surge, I bury myself to the hilt inside her.
The gasp that escapes her startles me. Her eyes are wide, as if shocked.
I freeze over her, horrified. “Chloe? Have I hurt you?” The last thing I have ever wanted was to cause her pain. Perhaps I have been too rough. Perhaps—
“W-what was that?” Her hand moves between us, where our bodies are joined. “What’s that thing on top of your cock?”
“My spur?” It’s not exactly on my cock, but I can’t think of anything else she means.
“Yes,” she moans, and her eyes practically roll back in her head when I shift my hips. “God, that thing.”
“You do not like it?”
“It’s hitting my clit,” s
he says with a whimper. “I might like it too much.”
Relief rushes through me, and I chuckle. It will take time for us to learn each other’s bodies and ways. For now, I am just glad that I am not hurting her. “Do you want me to get off you?”
“Fuck no.” She arches her hips again, then gasps. “I want you to move.”
My sweet, pushy human. I thrust forward, and Chloe gives a low little scream.
“God, ridges, too? This is so fucking unfair.” Her nails dig into my skin, and when I thrust again, her cries grow louder.
This time, I recognize that the sounds are those of pleasure, and I hold on to her hip, rocking into her again. I find a pace and push into her, using my hips to power each thrust. Over and over, I sink into her tight, slick heat. Nothing has ever felt better than this. She grips me like a vise, her cunt hugging my length. With every thrust, Chloe gets more and more aroused until she’s wailing my name, and her entire body shudders underneath mine with the onset of another orgasm. Her pleasure only heightens mine, and when my sac tightens, I welcome the release of my seed and let my spend flood into her.
Stars flash before my eyes, and I come so hard that I feel as if I’ve poured my entire body into hers. If I died right in this moment, I would be a happy male.
Drained, I collapse on top of my small female, and then somehow find the strength to prop my tired body up over hers so I do not crush her. Panting, our breathing mingles, and I scan her face to make sure that the breather remains in place on her small nose. “Are you all right?”
“Oh yeah,” she says dreamily. “I’m what you would call ‘better than all right.’”
My Chloe has such a pleased look on her face that I cannot help but grin. I lean in and nuzzle her nose, then decide to give her a light kiss. Her hair is tangled around her face and the silvery translator bulb in her ear, and I push the dark locks away. “We’ll get rid of this thing on the ship,” I tell her. “Kivian’s got a lot of high-tech equipment. You can have a chip inserted into your neural pathways instead of having to deal with this cheap garbage.”
“Is that what you have?” she asks with a yawn. “Is it hard to do?”
“It is one of the most basic procedures.” I trace her small ear. “And it will free this up so I can gaze upon my mate’s beauty unencumbered.”
“Sounds good to me.” She has a sleepy smile on her face. “I was wondering how you knew so much English.”
“Eng-lish?” I vaguely remember hearing that word before, when the settings in my chip changed over. “Is that where you’re from? Your homeland is Eng-lish?”
“Nah. My home’s America. English is just the language.” She yawns and then pats my arm. “You’d probably like Earth. It’s nothing like this shithole.”
I chuckle. Shit-hole is a perfect way of describing Haven. “If it is different from this place, then yes, I would probably like it.” I hesitate. I…should ask if she wishes to stay or if she wants me to take her home. I know it is the right thing to do, but the thought of giving her up fills me with a possessive, ferocious anger.
“You okay? You’re squeezing me a little tight.” She wiggles underneath me.
I hadn’t even realized. “You…” I clear my throat, then gather my courage. “My brother will be arriving with his ship soon. I am sure we can figure out how to get you back to your planet, one way or another. Would you…would you like that?”
Her eyes open, and she blinks at me. “You…can?”
I nod. It is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do, that simple nod. If her planet is forbidden, Kivian won’t be happy, but I can talk him into it. Piracy and raiding is in our blood. Nothing is off limits to people like us. At least, not for long.
She swallows hard. Her eyes grow suspiciously shiny. “Are you—are you trying to get rid of me, Jutari?”
What? “Never,” I say fiercely. I grab a handful of her silky hair, as if that will somehow tie her to me forever. “But I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”
“I want to stay with you.” Her arms go around my neck, and she squeezes, pulling me in until I fall against her. “You’re mine and I’m yours, okay?”
“Chloe…there is nothing I want more than that.” I stroke her soft, soft skin. “But I am a criminal. I cannot live freely. It’ll mean hiding out for the rest of our lives—”
“I don’t care. I want to stay with you. There’s no life for a human in your world anyhow. To them, I’m a freak show.”
She speaks the truth. A human would be treated as an oddity…even if they let her live. After what I have been told of her history, I don’t even know if that’s possible. “Which is why I could take you home—”
“So…what? I can just forget the last month of my life? Like I haven’t been changed completely? Like I haven’t met you? I’ll just go back to a job working at a shoe store and act like nothing happened?” A watery little laugh bubbles up in her throat, and I realize she’s on the verge of tears. “I’m not the same girl I was, Jutari. I’ve killed people. I lived in a prison. I met you. I don’t care if it means we’re spending the rest of our lives on some backwater planet, as long as we’re together, all right?”
“All right,” I say softly, and bury my face against her neck. Never have words been sweeter to hear. If she had wanted to leave I…it startles me to realize that I would have let her go. Funny how the selfish bastard I used to be is completely gone. The ruthless killer Jutari, assassin and mercenary, has been brought low at the thought of a female’s tears. I want nothing more than to make Chloe happy.
She sniffs hard. “Wh-what’s that, Jutari?”
“What’s what?” I ease off of her, stroking her dirty hair away from her face.
She points overhead, and I sit up, looking up.
A spaceship’s lights are flickering overhead. I freeze, squinting at the reddish winds that howl and obscure everything with a fine scarlet glaze. As the ship comes in closer, I relax. It’s not a prison transport.
It’s Kivian.
I lean in and press another kiss to Chloe’s mouth. I am already addicted to the taste of her. “We should dress quickly. I don’t want my brother getting a look at what’s mine.”
Her eyes light up. “We’re rescued?”
Epilogue
CHLOE
I rub my rounded belly as I gaze out at the fields of our farm. Jutari should be coming in for the day soon, and I’m eager to see him. I want a foot rub, a shoulder rub, and a kiss, not necessarily in that order. It’s been a long but successful day, and I gaze around my small kitchen with pleasure. Three hundred cans of jitai berry jam and a hundred sixteen loaves of protein bread that can be vacuum sealed into tiny nuggets and will last for years. Yesterday was seski pickles, a savory sort of vegetable I’ve learned to love. Farming—even in outer space—is all about canning and making the food last so you don’t have to worry about your next meal. There’s a quiet sort of joy in seeing a stocked pantry, and this time it’s no different than the last time we harvested and made supplies for the long winters on Risda III.
Well, no, I take it back. Last winter I wasn’t pregnant. Last winter, we’d sent off for a “frontier” doctor to come and visit our homestead out on the far reaches of the known galaxies. He’d arrived and shot me full of hormones that would allow my body to recognize and accept Jutari’s sperm and for us to have a child.
Now here we are, almost a full Earth-year later (and two-thirds of a Risda year), and my belly’s finally bulging out and I’m getting past the barfs that come with the first trimester of normal human pregnancy. Jutari’s people—the messakah—seem to be pregnant for a long, long time, so we’re not exactly sure when this baby will be coming, but it’ll be baking for a while longer. That’s all right by me—I’m enjoying being pregnant (now that I’m not puking all the time), and I’m enjoying the closeness it’s brought Jutari and myself.
I never thought I’d love my big blue guy so freaking much. Even now, just thinking about him make
s me sigh happily. I peek out the window to see if he’s coming home, and my heart races when I see a familiar pair of broad shoulders and arched horns heading in through the fields. He’s home.
I move to the front panel of our house and push the button that opens the “portal,” though I’ll always think of it as a front door. Our home is a little domed construction that’s thermoregulated even in the heat of summer and the cold of winter, and it’s not huge, but I like its coziness. Since I’m pregnant and can’t work in the field with Jutari (I think my protective guy would have a heart attack at the thought) I’ve worked on making our home more pleasant. I’ve gotten yarn from a neighboring farm that raises goat-like fluffy creatures, and my mom taught me how to crochet years ago, so I’ve been busy making blankets and wall hangings and anything else I can imagine.
Jutari’s broad face lights up at the sight of me coming out to greet him, and it’s like we’re newlyweds all over again, even though we’ve been “mated” for almost two years now. His steps pick up until he reaches my side, and then he grabs me in his arms, lifts me off my feet, and nuzzles my neck. “My sweet wife. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold tight. “How’s the farming?”
He presses a kiss to my mouth, and his hands slide to my butt, holding me against him. “Good. The kachas got into the beans again, but Goros says he’ll give us two of their young when they’re weaned in exchange for what we’ve lost.”
“They’re good neighbors,” I agree, thinking of Goros’s nearby farm, and kiss my Jutari again. “You upset?”
“Not at all. My little human has mentioned how much she likes kacha milk, so I thought it would be good to have a few of our own.” He grins at me. “I hope you are ready to tend animals.”
“Well, I clean up after you, so I figure if that hasn’t trained me, nothing will.”
“That so?” He mock-growls, and nibbles at my neck, making me squeal. I love how playful my big blue husband is. I’d have never thought that the big, fierce, blue alien in maximum security at an intergalactic prison could be fun, but he’s got a devilish side to him that comes out, especially around me.
