by Ruby Dixon
The one thing I want the most, I will never get, and I do not even get an explanation as to why.
I hear Brooke’s voice again as she speaks with someone. Her voice is too low, her conversation happening too far away for me to hear. Thinking about her fills me with lust…and scorn. When she first arrived here, she gave me interested looks and flirted, letting me know she found me attractive. Her attentions filled me with such hope. Perhaps if I did not resonate, I would at least have a pleasure-mate to spend my time with. Someone to ease the loneliness. It soon became clear to me that Brooke flirted with all the males to get what she wanted. I was not special in her eyes. When she gave me sweet looks, it was because she wanted her pack carried or she wanted someone to give her an extra fur for her bed. It was not because she wanted my attention. She just wanted me to give her things or do things for her.
My interest in her soured after that, even if I cannot deny that she is an attractive female. Like most humans, she has enlarged teats, but Brooke’s are bigger than most, and they jiggle in the most enticing of ways when she walks. I try not to notice…but I notice. Just like I notice that her mane is a strange color, like the edges of the dawn against the mountains…but it is growing in a dark, rich brown against her scalp. I notice she does not have a tail. I notice that she makes happy little noises in her sleep. I notice that she has long lashes and that she has two laughs—her pretend laugh she uses to get males to do things for her, and a smaller, almost shy chuckle that seems more sincere.
I should not notice these things about a human I have distaste for, but I do.
So that leaves Suh-mer…but she has not held my interest. She is kind, but she does not have the shy chuckle that makes my sac tighten.
So, alone I remain.
But then the doors to my cave shut, and a figure stumbles and lands on the ground nearby. I look over to see Brooke, her colorful mane tumbled about her face.
She moans and cups her teats, shuddering on the floor.
The doors shut behind us, and then we are alone. Brooke has been left with me. Strange. I glance around, wondering if this is a trap. When no one emerges, I lean closer to her. “Brooke? What do you do here?”
She sits up slowly. She blinks, a little unfocused, her eyes seemingly huge in her delicate human face. “Taushen,” she murmurs, her gaze fixed on me at last. There’s a breathless quality to her tone that is surprising. “Are you…okay?”
I glance at the door before twisting my hands in my bonds again. “Well enough. How are the others? Have you seen them?”
She nods absently. “I think they’re going to put the couples together.”
“That is good.” I feel a bit of relief at hearing that. “It will make it easier for us to escape if we are not separated.”
“I’m not sure there is an escape,” she says, giving her teats another squeeze. “And they put me in here with you.”
She speaks as if such a decision is significant, but I am not sure why. I just twist my hands in the ropes again, desperate more than ever to be free. With her presence here, my protectiveness is surging, and I cannot do anything with my hands tied behind my back.
My small movements catch her attention. She focuses on me, and her hand goes to my arm. “Here, I bet I can get those free for you.”
“No,” I tell her. “I do not wish for you to endanger yourself by helping me…”
My voice dies as she puts her hand on my bare arm and strokes it. A little breathless sound escapes her throat, and she just pets me for a moment, her focus on my arm instead of my bonds.
And I, shamefully, react to this touch. I can feel my cock stiffen in my leathers. Despite the situation, despite the fact we might not live to see another day, despite the fact that this female will flirt with and tease any male, I want her as badly now as I did when I first saw her. My body does not care about any of this—it only realizes that her touch feels good.
“Brooke.” I say her name in a thick voice full of warning and question, both.
“Right. Your hands.” She makes another soft little noise in her throat that makes my sac tighten, and then her wandering fingertips move from my arm down to my hands, where she works on my bonds.
“I do not want you to endanger yourself,” I try again, but she interrupts.
“Don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Trust me.” She gives that soft, almost shy chuckle, and I have to bite back my own groan. Why am I reacting so fiercely to her? Why, at such a dangerous time, can I not control my own cock? My thoughts?
Is this…resonance?
I hold my breath and go very still, listening. There is no hum in my body, no song in my khui. It is as silent as ever.
I do not know if this makes me glad or angry.
Freedom first, I remind myself, and concentrate on the light touch of her fingers. She pulls at the strange ropes, and within moments, they loosen about my wrists. I breathe a sigh of relief, pulling my arms forward and then rubbing at my sore wrists. I glance at the door, expecting the guards to charge through.
No one does, so I twist around and begin to untie my feet. Brooke just sits there, watching me. Her hands are tucked under her arms, as if she is hugging herself, and there’s a miserable look on her face. My suspicions grow as I finish freeing my legs and no one arrives. Why have they left Brooke with me? How did she know so much about what is happening, and how is she sure that it is safe for me to untie myself? My dislike of her makes me ask, “Are you working with them?”
That soft, shy chuckle escapes her, and the look on her face is wistful. “If I were, do you think I’d be a captive like you?”
I grunt, because this is a truth that cannot be denied. “I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. We’re all on edge.” She cups her teats again, and her thumbs stroke over the hard tips through her leathers. “Some of us more than others.”
I do not like that she keeps touching herself like that in front of me…or rather, I like it far too much. Those are touches a lover should do to his mate. Touches I want to do to her teats for her. I grit my teeth and move to the entrance of our strange cave, running my fingers along the seams, trying to figure a way to pry it open. “How do we get out?”
“I don’t think we can,” she tells me. “See that panel? You need a code to get through.”
Eh? I glance over at what she’s pointing at, but I see nothing but flashing lights set into the stone of the walls. She is human, though, and they know more about such strange things than I do. “So what do we do now, then?”
“We wait.” Brooke hesitates, and then gets to her feet. “We find some way to pass the time.”
And there is a husky note in her voice that makes my body tighten in response. Before I can ask why she is behaving in such a way, she moves to my side and lifts her arms, putting her hands on my shoulders. I think for a moment she is going to mouth-mate with me, but instead, she moves forward and presses her magnificent teats against my chest.
“Too tall to kiss,” she murmurs breathlessly. “Unless you want to lean down and help a girl out.”
She is gazing up at me in such a way that it is clear what her interest is. This is the way she looks at others when she wants something from them. This is her flirting, her teasing to get her way.
But I am confused. What is it she can possibly want from me right now? I have no weapon or anything to offer her.
My protection? She will always have that, as a vulnerable female. But perhaps she does not realize this and needs reassurance? “You do not have to put your mouth on mine, Brooke. I will protect you from the others. I will keep you safe.”
“That’s not it at all,” she tells me, and slides her hand down my chest, feeling the protective plates that cover my heart.
I try to remain impassive at such a touch, but my body reacts anyhow. I am going to spill in my pants if she continues this, and I must focus. I need to think of a way to save her, to save the others. The tribe depends on this. I might be the only conscious male
right now…
But then Brooke crooks her finger at me, indicating I should lean down.
Fascinated, I do.
5
TAUSHEN
Brooke loops her arms around my neck, one hand knotting in my mane. She leans in even closer to whisper in my ear—
Only to bite my earlobe.
I groan in surprise, shocked at both her bold action and the response it elicits in my body. Powerful, hungry need surges through me, and it takes everything I have not to clasp her by the waist, push her to the wall of this strange cave, and shove my hand between her thighs and see if her cunt is wet for me.
It takes a moment for me to realize she is speaking. Whispering. “I have a problem,” she tells me in my ear, and then gently sucks on my earlobe.
This time, I cannot stop the groan that erupts from my throat. “Problem?” I breathe, all the blood in my body surging to my cock. “What is it?”
“I think I’ve been roofied,” she tells me, her delicious tongue sliding along my earlobe. And she gives a little sigh as if she is the happiest creature ever. “Your skin tastes amazing.”
My skin? All I can think is that her tongue is incredibly smooth and soft and slick against my earlobe, and her little square teeth feel incredible as they nip at me. I try to concentrate on what she is saying. “You…you are rooted?”
“Roofied,” she repeats. “I need to have sex. Need to mate.”
Is this what “roo-fee” means? She wishes to mate? Now? But when she slicks her small tongue against my ear again, I cannot resist her. I clasp her against me, dragging her body against my hard cock. She gives a low moan and slides one hand there, caressing it. “Now?” I cannot help but ask.
“The aliens want pregnant females,” she tells me breathlessly, whispering in my ear. “They think you’re my mate. Or that we can be mates. They’ll keep us together, I think, but only if you make me pregnant.”
I am shocked. She wants me to get her with child? This is why she wants to mate? “I…cannot make you bear a kit,” I tell her. “Not without resonance—”
She presses her fingers to my mouth, silencing me. “Don’t tell them that. Let them think what they want, as long as it keeps us together. If they think we’re mated, they’ll keep us together. If not, we’re expendable.” She gives me another hot look that tells me she is very much still thinking about mating, despite the fact that I cannot give her a kit, and caresses my cock again through my leathers. “I can see you’re not totally opposed to the idea,” she teases. “How about it?”
“You truly want to mate?”
“I don’t know if ‘want’ to is the right word for it.” She gives a little laugh that almost sounds as pained as it is aroused. “More like I need to.”
Because she wishes to keep the secret? She wants the aliens to think she is my mate? It seems like a large thing to pretend, but when she caresses my cock again, that soft look in her eyes, I think she might wish to touch me despite the deception.
Cautiously, I lean in and press my mouth lightly to hers. Her mouth is soft, her breath sweet, and she moans with pleasure at the mouth-mating. If this is what she wants—what will keep her safe—how can I refuse? The truth is that her touch excites me, and the thought of mating with her, of taking her as my pleasure-mate, fills me with great joy. It does not matter that our captors are what bring us together. After this, I will keep her in my furs and make her realize that she does not need to flirt with others to get what she wants.
I will be the only one for her. I will tend to all her needs. I will be her male in all ways. She will need no other. She will look at no other. I will be hers and she will be mine, even without resonance. Let Warrek take Suh-mer. I have claimed Brooke as my own in this moment.
“More,” she demands, and I eagerly do as she asks. I slant my mouth over hers again, pressing my lips to hers with all the feverish intensity I feel. She makes a frustrated noise in her throat, and her mouth opens under mine. Startled, I realize I am doing it wrong when she slicks her tongue into my mouth. Of course. Her tongue wishes to mate with mine. With a groan, I clasp her against me and give her my tongue. When she makes a little noise of pleasure, I realize this is what she craves. I experiment with what movements she likes, and when I slide my tongue against hers, stroking as I would my cock into her cunt, she makes such noises that I nearly lose control. A mouth-mating, indeed.
Over and over, I mate my tongue with her smooth one, enjoying her sweet taste and her responses. Her body presses against mine, and I cannot help but let my hands roam over her. I caress her rounded bottom, slide my hands along her sides and her hips, and when I can resist no longer, I caress her fascinating rounded teats.
Her moan of encouragement makes my sac tighten against my body, and I close my eyes, breaking from our kiss to control myself. I cannot spill in my pants. I must not. I need to treat her as if she is my mate. She wants to fool the others, and no male would ever spill in his pants at the touch of his female.
If Brooke has noticed that I have paused, she does not care. She makes a frustrated sound in her throat and tears at her leathers, pulling them over her head and revealing a strange band she wears over her teats.
“Undress,” she commands me. “Now. Please.”
I nod and pause for only a moment. What if our captors are watching? Then, I realize it does not matter—if I want to keep Brooke at my side, I must claim her regardless. Let them see me take my mate, then. Let them watch me claim her. I groan at the thought and rip at the ties to my leathers, yanking them down my legs and then kicking them free. My boots are next, and I strip them off just as fast, eager to touch her more.
Brooke is naked now, as well, her teat-band gone, her leggings and boots tossed aside. Her pale skin is glowing in the strange light, her eyes a vivid khui-blue in her face. She is all pink everywhere except for the tuft between her thighs, and I am fascinated by how dark it is in comparison.
“What are you looking at?” she asks, breathless.
“Your cunt has a dark mane,” I tell her, and then reach out to brush my fingers over one bouncy, pink-tipped teat. “But you are not dark here.”
She moans and moves against me, her arms going around my waist. “That sounds so filthy, and I can’t believe how much I like hearing that.”
It does? I continue to caress her teat, fascinated by the soft pink tip of it. “How is it filthy?”
“Because you said ‘cunt’ and ‘mane’ and ‘dark.’” She wriggles up against me, and her voice drops to an even softer, huskier note. “You should have said ‘wet’ and ‘hot’ and ‘aching,’ too.”
This time, it is my groan that echoes in the room. “And is it?”
“Oh god, yes.”
Since she stroked my cock so boldly, I decide to be as bold with her. I cup her cunt with my hand, letting my fingers play over her mound. She is wet, I realize, and just as warm and inviting as I have imagined. The breath hisses from my throat, and I cannot resist pressing a finger between the folds of her, exploring deeper. “You feel as good as I have imagined.”
She clings to my shoulders, moaning and pressing her flat brow to my skin. “Oh, fuck me, have you been thinking about touching me, Taushen?” She wriggles against my hand, as if she wants to mount it like she would my cock, and each movement inflames my need for her.
“Many, many times,” I tell her. I can confess all now that she is to be my mate. “I have stroked my cock to your face many a time. I have imagined touching your teats and seeing your reaction. I have imagined what it would feel like to push deep inside you and feel your legs clasp around my waist. Yes, my Brooke, I have thought about claiming you many, many times.” I lean in and nip at her small ear, as she did mine. “And it has made me very jealous to see you tease other males to get what you want. You are mine.”
She shudders. “That’s so fucking caveman of you. Shouldn’t make me as hot as it fucking does, but I’m so wet at the thought.”
She is. I can feel her sli
ckness all over my hand. I stroke a finger along her folds, feeling for the mysterious third nipple that others have mentioned that human females have. There it is, nestled near the top of her cleft, and when I brush against it, she cries out and pushes herself against my hand, panting. I lick her ear again, and when I find the opening to her core with my fingers, penetrate her. This time, she bears down against me, sinking my fingers deep. She wants more. She wants everything I can give her, and the clench of her cunt is as tight and hot as I ever dreamed.
“Taushen,” she pants, her nails dragging over my skin frantically. “You want to do this against the wall? Or on the floor?”
“What pleases you?” I want her to be happy with how I touch her. I want to hear her screams of pleasure.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just soon,” she begs, grinding her cunt against my palm. “Fast and hard, that’s what I need.”
“You do not want me to go slow?” I ask, exploring the delicate shell of her ear with my tongue. “You do not want me to part your thighs and lick your cunt until you are screaming?”
“Oh fuck,” she cries, her thighs clenching around my hand. “We can go slow next time. Right now I need fast. Fast and hard.”
I grit my teeth at that, because she is saying all the things I have dreamed of. Perhaps I am dreaming yet, and I will wake up with my cock in my hands and my leathers wet.
I am not moving fast enough to please my demanding mate, though. She makes a frustrated sound and rocks against my hand once more, then grabs at my hair and tugs me down for another kiss, this one rougher and more frantic than the last. Her mouth feels as soft and hot as her cunt, and I am lost in the sensation of it until she pulls away from me, panting. “Here,” she commands. “Against the wall.”
And she pulls away from me and presses her hands against the wall, spreading her legs apart and pushing out her pale, rounded bottom.
And I am…shocked. She wishes me to mount her like this? From behind? But…there is no tail to get in the way, only the rounded sweetness of her flesh. I put a hand on one soft buttock, and then let it slide between her thighs, feeling the wet invitation of her cunt.
