“You learn fast.” His head fell back, his neck arching as his breath hissed through his teeth. Seeing his neck so open and vulnerable, Gethla decided to take advantage. Her lips clamped around his fast-beating pulse and her tongue laved him, tasting his skin.
“Yes,” he hissed, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.
Eagerly, Gethla’s tongue traveled over his neck and down his chest, over his salty skin, until her mouth settled over his right nipple. He grunted as she applied teeth to his delicate flesh, but just enough to test his pleasure, to see his reaction. Her hands slid down to where his robe was still tied around his waist.
“That’s right. Explore all you want.” His hands ran encouragingly over her back, pausing at the bindings around her breasts, and then his deft fingers worked the knots, freeing her delicate flesh to his touch.
Gethla whimpered and pulled away from him, her fingers going to the robe, untangling it to get to the large hot mass that lay beneath. She wanted to touch his cock. She had seen it shoot, had watched it grow under his knowing hands, and now she wanted it to grow for her, to shoot for her.
Gray’s breath left him in a rush as her fingers finally encountered his cock and then it felt like all the blood in his body rushed straight down. He tangled his hands in her hair and lifted her head, pulling her in for another kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
Gethla moaned at the contact, amazed that something so hot could feel so good. Instinct moved her to touch his tongue tentatively with hers, moaning at the clash of sensation that flowed through her at the contact. Her eyes dropped to half-mast and she ran her finger along the ridges and veins.
She was amazed at the heat, the texture, the softness of the skin. She pulled her lips from his and her eyes dropped to his lap. That would fit into her? That throbbing hard hot piece of flash? She shuddered again as she brought her eyes up to his. “Gray, I’m scared.”
Gray struggled away from the sensual hold that had taken over his body and really examined his Gethla. She was excited, the hardened nipples and the dazed look in her eyes told him that. But underneath, there was the natural fear of the unknown.
Thinking back to his first time, Gray shuddered and vowed to make this good for her. He would not rush her. He wanted her to enjoy this. In his opinion, one-sided pleasure was no pleasure at all.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “It’ll be all right. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Shyness stained her cheeks red and making her eyes drop. “I want to go on. But…”
“I understand, baby.” He pulled her close, ignoring the feel of her soft full breasts flattening against his chest, the hardened nipples digging in. “We don’t have to rush this. We can go as slow as you like.” His thumbs caressed her temples as he pulled her back far enough to rest his forehead on hers, looking intently into her eyes. “We’ll do whatever you want.”
“Will…will it hurt?”
“It may,” he said after a moment. Not all women were born with hymens, and maybe Chroan riding or some casual fall had broken hers, if she’d ever possessed one. He couldn’t tell, and there was no telling with the physical changes that the human body had made here.
“Thank you,” she responded, calming a little.
“For what, little one?” He rubbed his cheek against the softness of her face, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was feminine and musky, and all Gethla.
“For telling me the truth.” His honesty did a great deal to belay her fears. Gray would never lie to her or lead her astray.
“How could I do anything less?” He moved lower to drop little kisses along her shoulder. Sighing, she relaxed again into his embrace, shuddering at the feel of all that hard male flesh presented just for her.
Slowly, her hands crept around his waist, feeling the muscles bunch under her caress. And just as slowly, she let her hands drop to the front of him again, caressing where there was a small fuzzy growth of pubic hair at the base of him, feeling the humid heat that rolled from the erection he’d never lost.
Gray’s arms caressed her back, comforting as well as urging her to explore until she was comfortable. He enjoyed her touch and it got her comfortable with his body. He nuzzled her chin again, and when she raised her head, he laved her lips with his tongue, asking for an invitation that was readily given as she parted her lips in welcome. Gray sighed into the kiss, starting a slow exploration of his own as he ran his tongue along her teeth, encouraging her to parry with his tongue.
Soon she was taking control of the kiss, then giving way in the next moment, enjoying the kiss with all of its nuances and styles. He tore away to place nibbles along her chin and to her shoulders, whispering against her skin. “You’re so beautiful, Gethla. You make me want to weep with your beauty.”
Before she could respond again, his lips were on hers and he was worrying at the knot that held her loincloth in place. Within moments, the knot was free and she was laid bare before his gaze.
The bright pink hair that made up the triangle of her pubis was a sight to behold. It looked like cotton candy and his sweet tooth was aching. But knowing that might be too much for a beginner, he decided to stick to the basics. His hands made a tender foray up her thighs where they rested against his, moving slowly upwards to the treasure that awaited him.
Gethla moaned, one hand griping his cock while the other trailed up to his back. Never had she felt anything like this. She was half tempted to close her legs in fear, but his touch felt so good! Her body was going wild, flashes of fire shooting through her veins, tingling her muscles and making her mouth produce the most amazing sounds. “Gray!” she whimpered. “Please!”
But she had no idea what she was pleading for!
Finally, just as his fingers parted her lush curls, his other hand found her nipple, gently rolling the small bud between his fingers. “Gray!” she panted, throwing her head back as unbelievable feelings coursed through her. But then it was her turn!
Gray leaned back a little, his stomach muscles tightening, to give her more access to his throbbing cock. Gethla took him up on his offer, her fingers encircling him, encasing him in one soft fist. Gray shuddered at her first stroke, her eyes looking intent as she carefully copied the movements of his earlier self-love.
“You’re good at that,” he stuttered as she took up a rhythm, carefully running her thumb along the head of his cock, collecting the moisture that beaded so freely there, and using it to lube her movements. Faster and faster she pumped her fist, until Gray let out a groan and clapped both hands to her waist.
In one swift movement he rolled her to her back, parting her knees with his hips, and making a place for himself between the softness of her thighs. Gethla shudder as she felt Gray looming over her, taking the dominant position as his purple eyes blazed down into hers. A slow grin spread across his face and before she could comment, his mouth latched onto her right nipple.
The burning pleasure was such a shock that Gethla arched up and cried out, her scream echoing over the desert. Her hands tangled in his hair, playing with the silken strands as she pulled him to her other nipple, demanding equal pleasure for that one as well. Gray was only too happy to comply, nipping her gently, then licking the small pleasure-pain away.
But he was not content to stop there. As he nursed at her breasts, his fingers trailed over the tense muscles of her stomach, until they tangled in the pink curls between her spread legs.
“Gray!” His name exploded past her lips, a gasp of erotic delight. “More! Touch me more!”
Gray was only too happy to oblige. Grinning, he detached himself long enough to do that finger trick again, sinking both of them deep into his mouth before taking his wet shiny fingers and parting her lower lips.
Gethla gasped at the sensation, feeling fire shooting through a place on her body she never considered much. Reading her expression, Gray slowed down, letting her feel every nuance of the sensations as he firmly caressed her swollen lips, feeling the moisture
gathering there and using it to lubricate his actions. When he had caressed her, learned which side was the most sensitive, he carefully parted her lips, exposing her clit for the first time.
“Mmm,” she panted. “Oh Gray, don’t stop!”
“I won’t,” he assured as he used one fingers to gently caress her clit.
Fire! Fire and an ecstasy so deep filled her that her legs automatically spread wider and her hips arched toward the caress. Her eyes slammed shut, moans erupting from her throat as her head whipped back and forth. It was like something had possessed her body, enhancing all the feelings she had merely thought pleasant and sending her a sensation so great she thought that she was going to die.
But then Gray used two fingers, caressing that spot firmly as his palm pressed the whole area and the first scream erupted from her lips. “Gray!” she shrieked as she felt a rush of liquid pleasure drip from her feminine opening. Smiling, Gray began to use his thumb to stimulate her as he pressed one finger carefully to that flooded opening. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as his finger gently penetrated her, stretching her for his possession.
Gray shuddered as the tight heat tightened around his fingers, feeling the strength of her inner muscles, imagining her tightening around him. Carefully, he pulled out and added a second finger and slowly began to pump. Her hands left his hair and reached out to latch onto his shoulders, tugging him down to her, raking her nails down his back.
“Damn, baby,” Gray gasped as he dropped low enough to take a pert nipple into his mouth, his free hand braced above her shoulder. But soon his heavy petting was not enough for either of them. He spread her legs wider, placing the weeping head of his cock against her opening. “Do you want this?” he rasped.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, watching as she struggled to obey. “Do you want this?”
Gethla struggled to find her voice, so lost in her passion was she. But she managed a “Yes!” Then her whole body arched and a sharp inhalation filled the air as Gray pressed forward.
She was hot, so hot and tight, so tight. It was almost painful to penetrate her. He fought the urge to just slam his way home. He pushed his hips forward, sliding ever deeper into her molten heat until he was buffered by the softness of her pink curls. An almost animalistic sound exploded from her throat as she felt herself filled by his thickness, a thickness that rubbed at that magic button that sent her senses flying. Pulling out slowly, almost to the point of leaving her, Gray suddenly reversed his movement and slammed into her deeply.
“Gray!” she shrilled as her legs went up to wrap around his waist, tightening, urging him to continue. Again and again, faster and faster, he thrust himself into her wet heat that was suddenly no longer tight, but open and soft and welcoming. Tears filled his eyes and he moved inside her, his eyes boring into hers, as he fought to take them both to a paradise never before felt on this earth.
“Gethla,” he gasped. He felt the tingling in the small of his back, felt his balls slapping her ass, felt his control start to slip. He pulled back, took her right leg in his hands and placed it on his shoulder, exposing her to his gaze. “Look, Gethla,” he whispered as he looked at their joining. “Look at us, baby. We fit. Lord, how we fit.”
Gethla’s eyes dropped and a sudden flush filled her face. There he was. He was inside her. It was him and her, joined as one. It was the most wondrous, weird, strange, beautiful thing she had ever seen. Then she watched as he lowered his fingers, pressing to that place where they fit, touching that button that made her scream, and then he was pulling out and skidding in!
“GRAY! Yes, oh please, more!” she shrieked as the double sensations slammed into her body. Faster and faster he moved, his head tossed back, his hair waving around him, as he struggled to maintain his control to please her. Whimpering, Gethla closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation, gave in to the tight coiling sensations tensing up her body.
It was too much, it was not enough, and she needed more! Just as she thought that she was going to lose her mind, something snapped. White hot flashes flowed through her mind and her body froze as her first climax slammed into her. A high pitched whining sound was all the warning Gray got before he felt her muscles clench around him, milking him, forcing his release.
He gladly gave in, his balls slamming to the base of his cock, his back arching, his hips driving into her deeply as spurt after spurt of his essence shot into her body. “Gethla!” he shouted, his whole body shuddering as he collapsed on top of her, her leg sliding down his shoulders to land limply around his waist.
His arms wrapped around her, hugging her tightly to his body as he gave into lethargy that filled his body.
“Gray,” Gethla rasped. “I feel so strange.”
“Afterglow,” he managed as he rolled to the side, turning her until he spooned around her smaller frame.
“Afterglow,” she breathed as her eyes closed. “I like afterglowing, Gray, with you.”
Chapter Fourteen
“What are you going to tell them?”
“That my body is my own!”
“And what are you going to do?”
“Anything I want!”
“That’s my girl!” Who knew that sex could actually mend a mind? Just that thought recalled the feelings he felt when he touched his Gethla. She was so hot inside, so silky smooth and wet. The heat of her wrapped around his cock was enough to start another woody growing beneath his robes. And her tightness…
“I’m going to miss you,” he whispered, more to himself than to her, his words showing more emotion than he usually allowed himself to reveal.
Gethla felt a pain in her heart that she had never experienced before. Gray was going to leave her. How quickly the heart becomes entangled with another. She thought of the lonely times she faced without her precious Gray beside her.
Gray knew that in experiencing her own sexuality, her own worth outside of a breeding factory, Gethla had discovered a lot more about herself. Now that they had recovered all of their Chroan and quite a few more besides, her village would be set for many a month. There was no need for her to become the village breeder in order to stave off starvation.
Gethla had never felt so proud. And then there was the sex. This was what sex was supposed to be! Now she realized why her father and his partner smiled so often. It may not be love, but it was a generous and gracious exploration. Gray had shown her so much about her body, pleasures that she would have never guessed.
Now that she had experienced such tender and erotic care, nothing less would do. There was no way she could lie down for unknown and uncaring men and be the vessel to hold their seed. She wanted more out of life. She was going to help Gray find his way back home, and then she was going to discover the real Gethla, not the one bound by traditions of old.
If she had followed traditions, she never would have recovered the Chroan, and that alone gave her something to think about.
“We are almost there,” she called out happily to her temporary mate as they herded the huge bugs toward the valley that would house them until they were all sold or consumed. “We will be able to rest and refresh.”
“Rest and refresh,” he echoed, but it was with a sense of dread that he viewed the small settlement off in the distance.
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“This is not exactly the hero’s welcome that I expected.”
Gray’s dry understatement would have been painfully humorous, if there wasn’t a spear pressed to his throat.
“Spirits!” a crazed orange haired man bellowed as he danced around them, tossing dust and brandishing a staff that appeared to be made of Chroan tentacles and a human skull. “Be gone! Leave this place! Leave us in peace!”
“You are not helping,” Gethla growled as she motioned for Gray to be silent. Then to the apparent spiritual leader of her people, she intoned, “Man of Mysteries, Keeper of Secrets, I have returned. I have brought the stolen Chroan back to our village, so that we may survive the cold times.”
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�Spirits,” the man returned, but he stopped doing the funky chicken or whatever dance he was attempting. Maybe it was a hexing dance, but Gray wasn’t too sure. “You have returned from the dead to aid your people, but now it is time for you and your spirit guide to depart! Leave this place before you curse us all!”
“Spirit guide?” Gray asked, and got the spear jabbed deeper into the flesh of his neck for his troubles.
“I am not dead!” Gethla insisted. “I have returned our stolen Chroan!”
“No one returns from the Lake of Mystery! No one recovers Chroan from the rustlers!”
“Well, we just did, Methuselah!” Gray snarled, losing patience and swatting the spear away.
“Your guide grows angry!” the old man whispered in an aside to her. “Best you return with him to the great mysteries of the beyond.”
“I AM ALIVE!”
“No one could survive this!” With a wave, one of the many brightly haired men raced to a nearby structure and returned carrying a handful of shredded material. “Gethla, we have retrieved your equipment, at great risk to ourselves, and will give you a proper burial.”
“I am…”
“No one could have survived this!” he cried out as he snatched up what appeared to be what was left of the bed-clothes, Gray’s shirt, and one tattered robe. “Your sacrifice will not be in vain. We will honor your courage in returning from the dead to aid your people. But now it is time for you to go on to the next world.”
Gethla stared, speechless. Well, at least he did have some kind of precedence for his decisions, but she was really alive. “But…but I returned the Chroan home. I was going to tell you that I couldn’t take my place as a…”
“The spirit needs help in returning. Her memories of us are too joyful and she wishes to return to that joy.”
“That does not sound good.” Gray took a step closer to Gethla, ignoring the solider who kept a careful eye on him, keeping him away from the rest of the people gathered beyond the gates to the village.
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