“Should we go look for him?” Lucky warbled out more, happy chirping before scrambling onto my shoulder with tickly feet.
“Alright then.” Before I could even rise, the door opened to flood the living space with light.
Morrdrook stepped in with a bundle in his arms and a grin on his face. His eyes raked hungrily over my body—if it was possible to combust through his heated carnal stare, I would have. Instantly, my body reacted, feeling my inner walls already clenching around his phantom cock. My pussy creamed, needing to have him sliding in so very deep. My breast grew heavy and my nipples tightened, aching to be touched.
I smiled back. Oh how I loved this man. He stepped in, dumped his bundle on the table and swept Lucky aside. He speared his fingers into my hair, tightening his hand into a fist. I gasped at the stinging, but was so turned on by his sudden dominant display of force. His mouth on mine—hot, hard and so demanding. He ripped off the fur and lifted me, possessing my mouth, plundering it, owning it.
My back hit the cool sheets. He tore his mouth away to lick and kiss down my throat, not stopping until he reached my breasts. Taking the first bud into his mouth, he made me cry out as he sucked hard, nipping at the tips.
Two fingers slid through my wetter than wet pussy, sliding deep, fucking me in time with his hard pulls at my nipples. He stilled his fingers, switched to my other breast and started again. My body quickly climbed towards the peek, only to have him stop right at the brink. He pulled both his hands and mouth away, gripped my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees.
“Oh God, yes! Please, Morrdrook take me!” My face pressed into the mattress, my ass high in the air and my legs splayed wide apart while my hot core dripped with need.
Still gripping my hips, the head of his cock connected with my pussy. In one long glide, he pushed in. I cried out in pure pleasure at his deep penetration, my walls gripping around his cock in response. He fucked me hard, using all the power and force in his body. I loved every single moment of it. Crying out, I exploded in ecstasy. Still, he relentlessly plowed into me over and over. Sweat coated my body again, pushing me to the edge of the precipice.
His strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against him, but he didn’t relent. Morrdrook’s sharp teeth suddenly clamped down onto the right side of my neck. I screamed when he bit, the pain tipping me over into a mind-shattering orgasm. I shuddered, shaking as every one of my nerve endings flooded with an overload of pleasure.
I distantly heard Morrdrook’s roar, with the blood pulsing in my ears and my heart hammering. So hard to focus on anything. Panting, we collapsed onto the bed, his arms still holding me tightly.
Floating on a cloud of pure bliss, I slowly drifted down, becoming aware of my body and surroundings once again. Wow, sex was good before but that was fantastic. My neck throbbed where he’d bitten me and I felt something wet tricking down my collarbone. I lifted my hand and touched it. I blinked in surprise at seeing my own red blood. Morrdrook had used his teeth before, but never hard enough to break my skin. I was a little confused by his actions. Had he lost control? Not that it hurt very much.
“You bit me?” I blurted out.
“I could no longer stop myself. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I felt his hot breath, before his tongue lapped at my wound. The effects of his saliva healing it, the dull ache disappeared. I groaned at the friction of him withdrawing from my depths. I squirmed and turned in his arms, facing him.
“It is our way to mark our mates, I held off doing it in front of Druel. But now you are mine for life. No other Zakiu can have you. You have pretty mark here forever.” He traced the side of my neck.
“So is that the Zakiu equivalent of marriage?” Back on planet Druel, I’d explained the human concept of marriage. But wasn’t sure if Morrdrook got it.
“Better than marriage. Our bond is forever.”
Well okay, I already thought of us as a ‘forever item.’ But I was more than happy to go along with Morrdrook’s way of doing things.
“Why didn’t you do it last night at the lagoon?”
“Blood in water attracts Zarp. Better to do it here…safer.”
I had no idea what a Zarp was, but if it liked blood, then I kind of didn’t want to know either.
A chirping at my ear made me turn. There was Lucky on the bed, waiting. I laughed.
“I guess its official then. I’m now Mrs. Morrdrook,” I told the furry creature.
Morrdrook pulled back, climbing off the bed. “Come, have mating gift.”
Despite still feeling rather languid from more climaxes, excitement bubbled up at the thought of a gift from my…well…now husband.
I took his offered hand. He tugged me easily from the bed and into the living area where he opened the bundle on the table and pulled out several garments.
The first was a simple skirt with a stonewash pattern of green and a matching peasant style top.
“Abby told me you would like these.”
It was foolish, I know, but I couldn’t help but squeal in girlish glee at sight of real clothes. I jumped up, peppering his face with kisses.
“Oh Morrdrook, I love it! Thank you, thank you!”
His chest puffed up with pride as I pulled away, tugging the garments from his hands. I slid the skirt over my hips—a perfect fit—and tugged the blouse over my head. It hung just off my shoulder, making me feel like a sexy gypsy woman.
There were two other sets of clothing: one in the same stonewash pattern in pale blue, the other in an earthy red.
I twirled around, flaring the skirt, before throwing myself back into his arms. “Where did you get these?”
“There are machine to make clothes.” He smiled sheepishly. “Abby helped choose what style. I also get these for your pretty hair.” He held up matching strips of cloth. I couldn’t have been more delighted.
“You’re the best husband a woman could have.” I kissed him and the kiss quickly turned to desire. Before I could draw breath, he snatched me up and carried me back to bed.
* * * *
The men had gathered in the meal hall to discuss and make plans on how best to attack the Druel drone towers and force-field walls which kept us penned into one area. So Abby and I decided to pay a visit to Sarah.
“How’s she doing?” I didn’t know why I was whispering, maybe because it seemed more respectful.
Abby and I stood outside Sarah and Bular’s home. I held a bouquet of sweet smelling flowers. Morrdrook had shown me which ones I could pick and which ones to leave alone, due to their toxic nature.
Abby shrugged. “Last I saw, she was withdrawn and unresponsive, but Bular seemed capable of looking after her physical needs. It was best to give them space to settle down and hopefully it would help with Sarah’s grief.”
My heart ached for both Rita and Sarah, knowing if Morrdrook was ever ripped from my life in such a brutal fashion, I didn’t know how I would cope. Lending our support and letting her know we are here for her, was the best we could do.
Abby glanced at me, her face mirroring the concern I felt. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. I heard a few heavy footsteps before the door was ripped open. Bular scowled down at us.
“We’ve come to see how Sarah’s doing, if that’s okay?” I meet Bular’s gaze, his expression morphed into one of a man in need and pleading for help.
“Yes, come. I cannot get her to eat. Perhaps you can. She is in bed and lies there, staring at the wall.” He stepped back to allow us in.
I climbed the steps and Abby followed me in. As all the houses were the same, it was easy to locate Sarah. Just as Bular said, she was lying on her side. Her blue eyes open, staring at the wall.
“Sarah? It’s Abby and Anna.” She blinked, her eyes darting over us, but said nothing and went back to staring at the wall.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and pushed her blond hair out of her face. Her eyes were sunken and vacant.
“I know it’s a hard right now, but you c
an’t neglect your health. You have to eat something.” I kept my voice calm and gentle.
Bular entered holding a cup of sweet-smelling juice from the strange cactus plant, which grew all around the village.
“Has she cried at all? Any expression of grief?” Abby questioned Bular.
He shook his large head, his blue eyes saddened as he gazed at Sarah.
“Can you get her to drink this?” He handed me the cup.
“Sarah, please drink this, it’ll make you feel better.”
She blinked again and said nothing.
“Sarah,” Abby used her matter-of-fact tone, “If you don’t start taking something, I’ll have no choice but to get Bular to take you to the medical facility here in the village and force nutrition into you.”
Sarah’s face turned down into a frown. She glanced over at Abby who stood by Bular.
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered.
Abby folded her arms. “You better believe I will, and Bular will too. Won’t you?”
“Yes, I have to do what is best for you, Sarah.”
Anger darkened Sarah’s pretty features. She sat up and shoved me off the bed, with surprising strength. I managed not to spill the drink as I jumped to my feet.
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” Venom dripped from her words.
“We’re your friends who happen to care about what happens to you. I am so sorry you lost Barooki. But you can’t let the bastard Druel win. They are the ones who murdered him and every other fighter in their stupid games.”
Sarah stared at me wide-eyed for a long moment. I didn’t realize my hands were shaking until she reached out and took the cup from my fingers.
“If I drink this will you get the hell out and leave me alone?”
“For now.” Abby nodded in self-assurance. “I’ll keep a closer eye on your health. Bular will tell me if you don’t look after yourself, or let him look after you.”
“I do not expect to touch you, Sarah. I know you cared deeply for Barooki. He was my Zakiu brother. I too mourn his loss.”
Sarah snorted, but drank the juice and handed back the cup.
“Now, will you please leave?” She lay back down and turned to stare at the wall again.
I sighed and turned away, but not before setting the flowers down on the end of the bed, wishing there was more we could do.
I felt bad enough at Abby having to bully her into taking food…but whatever worked to keep her alive and healthy.
“We’re here if you need us,” I said before slipping around Bular towards the front door.
“Thank you both,” Bular rumbled as he followed behind.
“These things take time, Bular. Thank you for looking after her.” Abby smiled up at the big guy and patted his arm. “But come get me if she refuses to eat again.”
Bular nodded and opened the front door.
Walking back towards the meal room, we saw the men exiting the meal hall, wearing determined expressions. I felt my stomach pitch, knowing they had decided on a course of action.
Chapter Four
“You’re just going to attack all at once.” I stood at the kitchen sink, arms folded and glaring at Morrdrook. “And have you tried to do this before?”
“Long ago, when I was still a bud, it was attempted.” Morrdrook’s confession didn’t leave me feeling any better.
“It obviously didn’t work. So what makes this time different?”
I don’t know if I was worrying for nothing, but after seeing Sarah in her state of grief, I didn’t want to lose Morrdrook in some foolish attempt to break free from the Druel.
“We will gather the material we need and make solid weapons to strike down the machines. Do not worry yourself, my Aunna, this time it will work. We will break free and hide in mountains beyond. It is where the great city of Zakiu once stood.”
His eyes shone with confidence as he moved in to surround me with his warmth, turning me in his arms to slide his hand protectively over my stomach. His chin resting on top of my head.
I sighed and relaxed into his embrace. It was here I felt safest, protected from the heartless universe beyond.
“How long will it take before you and the others are ready?”
“Druel may think they are smart leaving us no weapons, but we are smarter and know how to make good solid weapons.”
I turned in his arms and craned back my neck to look into his eyes. “A sword against a robot with energy weapon?”
A grin spread over his handsome face. “Not just sword, trust me. If we can fight Hurl beasts, then Druel machines easy.”
“I know I shouldn’t doubt. This will work, but I worry one day you won’t come back to me. I’m frightened of losing you.”
“Trust me.”
“Yes, of course.” There was no hesitation in my heart or mind.
“Trust, I will always come back.”
I gave him my best smile, wrapping my arms around his waist, laying my ear over his heart.
* * * *
The next few days passed in a blur. As the activity increased, men came and went from the village, carting things they needed into a more secluded part of the jungle area of our sectioned land. They built what Morrdrook called a heat dome. I smiled, realizing as the structure grew into a seven foot mound, packed with moss and dirt, that it was a forge. A furnace to melt and mold metal into whatever weapon they wanted.
To make matters worse, morning sickness hit with full force. My over-protective Morrdrook worried franticly, and refused to leave my side.
Abby, who seemed to only suffer mild nausea, tried to keep him calm by explaining it was a natural process in human pregnancy.
It was God-awful. My head spun and my mouth was dry. I could hardly walk in the morning without my stomach feeling like it was being tossed by ten foot waves.
Lucky chirped unhappily, as if sensing my distress, and purred into my shoulder, trying to comfort me.
At least in the afternoons, I felt better and insisted that Morrdrook left me with the other women and help with the building of the forge. Those who wanted to help did the best they could. There was a lot of old scrap metal heaped in a pile, left over from the building of the village. A few of the other women and I sorted through the pile, finding smaller pieces which the Zakiu could turn into projectiles.
The men, of course, wouldn’t let any of the women lift anything too heavy. But they realized we needed to be a part of this as much as they did.
We worked for days, sorting it out, and moving it to the forge. A few days later, a steady stream of black smoke and the clear ringing of metal being struck rose from the jungle. The weapon-making had begun.
While the bulk of the men were over at the forge, the women milled around the village; cooking, cleaning, chatting and keeping each other company.
Abby, Joan and I were in the meal hall, peeling and preparing parppa root. Killiu had shown us how to search for the plant in the fields, dig it up and prepare it.
“I love this stuff. I swear it’s better than an Irish potato.”
“How can a potato be Irish?” Joan waved her peeling knife at Abby. “A potato is a potato, whether it’s in Ireland or America.”
Abby face split into a wide grin, “Oh woman, you’ve never had a potato until you’ve come to Ireland and had an Irish one. I’m tellin’ ya now, you’ll never taste anything better than me ma’s old potato patties.”
I burst out laughing.
“But these, I swear, can rival them any day. Made fried ones last night for Nular.” She thrust the root she held high into the air. “I hereby declare this the new Zakiu potato.”
Joan and I laughed so hard at Abby’s antics, tears streamed down our faces and I started feel queasy again.
Bular burst through door. Our laughter died when we saw his wide, frantic face. He glanced wildly around the hall until his gaze falling on us.
“Aunna, Abby, Joan, have you seen Sarah?”
I stood up shaking my head. “
She hasn’t been here.”
“She asked for medicine, for pain in her head, but when I got back she was gone.”
“Alright, I’m sure she couldn’t have gone far. We’ll help you look. Abby, go get the other women. We’ll search the village. Bular, go get the men from the mound.” I tried to damp down the panic rising within as I met Bular’s gaze; sensing if we didn’t find Sarah soon, it would not be good.
Abby quickly set down her Zakiu potato and headed out. Bular followed close behind.
I scooped Lucky up, placing the critter on my shoulder, calling out as I passed the houses to any of the women inside. All were more than willing to help search.
By the time we’d searched part of the village, Bular had returned with the men. Morrdrook took charge; ordering several smaller search parties, all heading off in different directions.
“We’ll continue to search through the village.” I told Morrdrook. He nodded, but gave me a pointed look.
“Stay in the village and wait for us to return. She might return here soon. I hope she has simply gone for a walk.” With a swift kiss on my head, he walked towards the mountains.
Oh God, I hoped Morrdrook was right and Sarah had just gone off, as I had done a few times to get some exercise.
We finished our search then doubled back to make sure, but still came up empty-handed. Most of the women went back to their huts. The rest of us sat in a communal circle, positioned outside on logs smoothed out on one side to create a bench. Minutes ticked by like hours.
“What’s taking so long?” Abby was the first to voice her distress at being forced to wait.
“Despite the Druel force field, it’s still a big area to search.” Joan nervously kept scanning the area, hoping Sarah would show up.
I sat quietly, staring in the direction Morrdrook and his party had gone. Every part of me itched to go out and help search. I’d never been one to sit around waiting when I could do something help.
I bounced to my feet and paced. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Fuck this, I’m not going to sit around and wait.” I marched after Morrdrook.
“Wait, I’ll go with you.” Abby jogged to catch up with me.
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