Out of the storage bay, he turned left and walked along a corridor, past the mess room and then up a small flight of stairs. There they headed to where Darl had set up a temporary clinic to check over the warriors and the ground crew. This is where they found Darl.
“Doctor.” Garth stood in front of Tamzin, not wanting Darl to react badly and make her even more self-conscious.
“Garth. Ah, is this Tamzin?” Darl tried to peer around Garth, but he moved to block him, earning a frown from Darl. “Is everything OK?”
“When we reached Tamzin, she was in a rain storm, and it burned her a little.”
Darl’s face changed; he looked concerned, and excited. “Did you use the decon’ to mend her skin?”
“No.” Garth shook his head. “It wasn’t that bad. I used the decon’ to remove the impurities in her system instead. A lot of sand.”
“Oh, I see. Let me take a look then.” Darl’s expression became normal and relaxed, and Garth moved out of the way to allow Darl to take his first look at Tamzin.
“Hi.” Tamzin waved briefly.
“Hello, Tamzin, you have been in the wars, haven’t you?”
“No, she was in the desert.” Garth frowned and then realisation spread across his face. “Okil said you liked to learn human sayings.”
“I do. I like watching a lot of your old movies. The late twentieth, early twenty-first century are my favourites.” He moved back towards an examination table. “Come and lie down, let me take a look at you.”
She hitched up her too-big overalls and went to sit on the table, while Darl dragged a tray of instruments towards him. Garth moved to stand by her side, resting a hand briefly on hers, trying to reassure her.
“Yes, don’t worry, Tamzin. We don’t do alien experiments.”
“You must have heard of the Roswell incident?” she asked.
Darl smiled. “You certainly like these alien conspiracies, don’t you? I imagine when we landed it was not exactly how you thought it would be.”
“No, we always went to war with them in the movies.”
“Indeed. Now I’m just going to scrape a sample of your skin. Then I’ll test it and we can get you the right salve. It should clear up in a day or two. Luckily, you haven’t done too much damage. Does it hurt?”
“No, it just feels a bit tight. You know, as if it’s wrinkled up.” She touched her face. “Is it bad?”
“Looks worse than it is.” Darl used a small knife and scraped it on the back of her hand, catching the flakes of skin and then scooting across the room on his chair to pour something on it from a small vial. “I’ve seen worse, sometimes the warriors come back from space with burns. Touched the wrong plant or something like that.”
“I’m lucky, I guess. My friends back on Earth have nothing like this, they just have to wait for it to heal.” She looked sad, and Garth found himself putting his hand on hers again. She smiled up at him and he saw how red and taut her skin was.
“Well, next time there’s a transport down to Earth, I’ll send some of it to your friends.”
“You can do that? Or are you just saying that to make me happy—you know, to prove you aren’t the bad guys.”
Darl turned to her and laughed. “So the will to find aliens to be the bad guy still remains. I am so pleased. It’s one of the things I most enjoy about your movies. But to put your mind at ease, I can trace those you were with by their tags and find their location the same way.”
“And you would do that?” Tamzin asked.
“Certainly. We are not the bad guys.” Darl moved to another part of his office and began mixing some kind of salve, adding drops of another liquid and then mixing it around. “Here.”
She took the cream and sat up. “That’s it?”
“Yes. Use the salve, stay out of the suns, and you should be fit for take-off in two days’ time.”
“So I have to stay inside?” she asked.
“No, just avoid the suns.”
“I’ll have to take you out at night,” Garth said. “We can star-gaze.”
“Sure, and when I get back I can explore the planet.” Her voice was tinged with disappointment, but he liked the way she seemed so keen to make the best of everything.
“Yes, when you get back you can have Garth show you our wonderful Karal.” Darl smiled warmly. “I am sure you will like it here, Tamzin.”
“We just have to go into deep space and find another planet first.”
“Yes.”
“Thanks for the salve, doc.”
“Good journey.” He smiled, and watched them leave, winking at Garth when he turned at the door. “Have a very good evening, Garth.”
Garth raised his eyebrow in question. And Darl laughed.
“She will feel much better after you have rubbed the salve into her burns. And I am sure she wants to show you her gratitude.”
Now it was Garth’s turn to be embarrassed, and he went out of the office, pulling the door closed behind him, and feeling as if everyone knew what he was thinking as he led his mate to his rooms.
But he was sure they wouldn’t guess exactly what he was thinking, because none of the other males here had a female. And didn’t know the power they could have over even the toughest warrior.
Chapter Thirteen – Tamzin
“Nice,” she said as they entered his rooms, which were really three rooms, a kitchen diner, bed-sitting room, and a bathroom.
“It’s only temporary, my house is some way off, and I have to stay here so I’m close for the mission.” His words were defensive.
“I wasn’t being sarcastic.” She opened the door to look in the bathroom. “You’re talking to a girl who has rarely had the pleasure of indoor plumbing.”
He frowned and asked, “Then where do you…?”
“Outside, a hole in the sand. Only in town do they have mod cons like this. And then more often than not the toilets don’t flush because of lack of water. The summers are the worst.” She smiled at his face. His nose was wrinkled up and she knew he was imagining the stench of hot sun on … well, that was all behind her now.
“I suppose we all do what we have to. To survive.” He came up behind her and she could feel the heat of his body against her skin. “We should put some of the doctor’s salve on your face … and the rest of you.”
She ducked her head, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and felt the blood leave her face. Putting her hand against her skin, she felt the rough red patches, and scowled. “I didn’t know it was so bad.”
“Let’s put this on it and then I will get you something to eat, you must be starving.” He backed away from her, leaving her shocked at the appearance of her hands and face. Only here in his small bathroom, which was painted white, with some kind of natural sunlight being filtered in to make it bright and airy, did she see just how red she was. “Very flattering,” she murmured.
“Tamzin.” He called her name, as if he was commanding another warrior.
She came back out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and said, “Is that the relationship we have?” He looked puzzled. “You order me to do things and I obey. Is that the cost of being free on Karal?”
His face creased into a frown. “I don’t know.” He stood silent for a moment looking at her, as if he was weighing up whether that was how he wanted her, to be his obedient servant. A woman to order into his bed.
Before she arrived, she might have been willing to be that. Now, in the stark reality of this world, she didn’t. This man was strong, and could bend her to his will by force if he had to, but she wanted the chance of something else, something more. She wanted the chance to be his equal.
She laughed, and his frown deepened. “Sorry. I was thinking that I would like to be your equal, which is wholly ridiculous. After all you are this muscle man, and I’m a weak alien.”
“I think you are stronger than the Karal would give you credit for. We look at humans as weak, but you aren’t. I’m beginning to see that.” He
opened the pot of salve and dipped his finger in it, coming back to her and smoothing it onto her face, his eyes fixed on the way her body reacted to his touch. “You went back and helped those people, knowing you would be in danger. That takes strength.”
“They were my friends,” she said.
“Then I hope we can be friends, so that when we are in space, if I need you, you will come back for me.”
Her heart was fluttering in her chest, and her hands were wet and clammy. She wanted him to touch her, to run his fingers all over her body. The small hairs along her neck stood on end, as he left a trail of small electric shocks along her skin.
Looking at his hands, she saw his colours flowing there, reds and purples, blues and blacks, as if he was bruised. Turning her head, she placed her lips on the back of his hand, and the jolt of electricity hit her, sending shockwaves through her body, that all culminated in her core, which ached for him.
“Do you know Okil said it would be better if we consummated our relationship before we left Karal?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered in reply, her throat so dry, a mixture of emotion and fear. Not of him, but of the unknown.
“He said it makes it easier, that the tension between us will be easier.”
“Is there tension?” she asked.
“In some parts of my body,” he admitted, and her eyes glanced down to confirm which parts he meant.
“So I see,” she said. “Would you like me to help relieve that tension?” She had never been sexually aggressive, but now she wanted him, to dominate him and take control of his emotions before he took complete control of hers.
Not waiting for an answer, although she was certain she saw it in his eyes, she curled her hand around his cock, sliding it down along the length of his shaft, and then back up, feeling the large bulbous head of his cock.
Oh my goodness, she thought, squeezing him gently to gauge his reaction.
Garth groaned, and he placed the pot of salve down on the table, freeing up his hands to cup her breasts, one in each hand. He squeezed them together, his thumbs rubbing across the taut buds of her nipples, and she wished she was naked in front of him, instead of being swaddled in these big overalls.
As if reading her mind, his fingers went to the fastenings and he tore them apart, revealing her bra. An expert now, he reached behind her and unclasped it. Letting it drop to the floor. But before the grey functional lingerie hit the floor, he had lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
The grip around his cock tightened, making him suck harder. It was her turn to groan, and the ached between her thighs grew to an all-consuming throb. While one hand worked on his cock, her other hand went to rub the little nub between her thighs, and ease the ache for him.
Seeing her touching herself, he lifted his head and said, “Tonight I will please you.”
Lifting her up, he took her to the bed, which was pushed up against one side of the sitting room. Laying her down, he swiftly took the overalls off, and then dragged her panties down over her thighs, to cast them away.
Before she had the chance to be embarrassed about being naked in front of him once more, or to care about the red blotches all over her skin, he had eased her thighs apart, and positioned himself between them.
He looked at her, taking in her pink sex, and she knew he would see how aroused she was for him. Watching his own actions, and her reactions, he inserted one finger inside her, pushing it deep, making her hips buck off the bed.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, withdrawing. “I have only ever been with the sim. I am unsure of how you will feel with this being your first time.”
“No,” she said breathlessly. “It doesn’t hurt. The opposite.”
“Then you want me to continue?”
“Yes, please.” She would have got down on her knees and begged him if she had to. Her body ached for release.
Two fingers dipped inside her, and he grazed the sides of her tight sex, sending thrills through her unlike any she had ever experienced. If she had known having a man touch her was so good, she might not have kept her virginity intact, and she would never have come to Karal.
In and out, her drew her release from her, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his breath caressed her thighs, and then his mouth covered her clit. Tamzin’s world exploded. But Garth didn’t stop, he sucked and nipped her sensitive bud, his tongue lapping her juices and plundering her sex, before returning to torture her clit.
Lifting her head, she watched, as orgasm after orgasm ploughed into her, until she was utterly spent. Her hands fisted his hair, trying to drag him off, it was too much, but Garth was in control, and only stopped when he was ready, and she lay exhausted beneath him.
“You are so sweet on my tongue, like an addiction,” he said, moving to lie beside her, kissing her taut nipples. “Now, I want to please you again.”
Tears pricked her eyes, caused by her overwhelmed emotions. “I need a moment to recover.”
He trailed his hands down over her stomach, to her heated sex, tickling her, not entering her, and already her body was waking up, small tendrils of desire unfurling in her stomach. “Your body is beautiful, so plump and ripe.”
“I have been called many things in my life, but never plump and ripe,” she said, her hands stroking his arms, watching the colours as the shot across his skin. Of course, he was still tense, and the press of his cock against her leg told her he was incredibly aroused, but he didn’t push her further, he was willing to wait. And that made something else stir inside her, feelings of affection, of attraction.
“I don’t mean it disrespectfully. I love your curves, the way your breasts move.” His hand brushed the soft, swollen flesh, running lightly over her nipples.
She shifted her weight and turned toward him, her hand touching his cock, stroking him, covering the head and then rubbing it until it was his turn to squirm. He kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth, and she sucked on it, hard, and his precome appeared on the head of his cock, telling her he really was in need of release.
“Make love to me, you great big alien.”
Chapter Fourteen – Garth
Her words were arousing to him. How could that be? Touch, yes, but words…? And yet they were, making him want to please her … again. There was something so intimately satisfying in making her come, so much more than he had felt with the sim. But then here was Tamzin, flesh and blood, warm, sensual, and his. Not some cold sim who didn’t exist in this world.
Tamzin moved, placing her leg over his thigh, and then she inched her body forward until his cock was pressed against her sex, the head of it covered in her warm heat. Garth placed his hand on the rounded flesh of her bottom, and held her firmly in place while he pushed inside her. She gasped, his cock stretching her inner walls as he thrust into her.
Deeper, he pushed, before pulling back, allowing her to yield to him. Tamzin dug her nails into his back, her teeth nipping his shoulder, and then lower, to lick his hardened nipple. He nearly exploded. So this was what it felt like to make love. Two people, so different and yet the same, intent on each other’s pleasure.
His arousal grew, peaking at the moment he was deep inside her, buried up to the hilt, her inner walls tight, gripping him. There had been a moment when she had tensed, and nipped him harder, that was the moment he had broken her. She was no longer a virgin; now she was completely his.
In and out, he pulled back before lunging back into her, until his body tensed, his orgasm upon him and the head of his cock swelled inside her, and he could no longer pull out as his seed spurted deep inside her.
Tamzin said something softly under her breath, and then she exploded around him, her sex gripping him, pulsing as she cried out, her climax as intense as before. Garth kissed her, swallowing her cries, holding her close as they both finished to lie completely sated in each other’s arms.
She slept. He felt the rise and fall of her chest, and it comforted him. Befor
e he had gone to Earth and picked her up, he had been unable to imagine having another person in his room. To have to live with a stranger had seemed unbearable; he could not understand why the other Karalians had not sent their women back here to the breeding house to live. How could someone as hard as the Hier Ruler take a female to his bed, and keep her there?
Yet now he understood. Karalians grew up with only their fathers, and when their fathers passed, they learned to wall up their emotions and move on with their lives alone. That emotionally sterile life was gone now, that life was the one he could not imagine. How quickly he had changed.
Pulling away from her, he paused to watch her sleep, before going to the small kitchen to prepare a meal. When she woke she would be hungry. And he wanted her to keep her energy up, because he wanted to make love to her again, and again.
As he prepared some fresh vegetables, and cut some thick slices of bread, he imagined what it would be like, the two of them shut away in a cruiser, travelling through space for weeks.
This mission would certainly be different to any other he had ever been on.
She stirred, He turned to watch her, and when she opened her eyes, he smiled. “I have made you some food.”
Tamzin sat up. “So that’s what woke me.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, putting the sheet around her, which was disappointing: he would have loved to have gazed at her body all night.
“Come and eat. You must be starving. I’m not sure when you last ate, but we left Earth over six hours ago.”
“It’s probably twelve hours since I ate. We were in that rain storm for hours.” She sighed. “It seems like a lifetime ago. Earth, Sybil, and Thomsk. It’s as if I dreamed them.”
“Strange how quickly things change, and you get used to them.” He pulled out a chair and set the plate of food he had prepared for her on the table. “Sit. Eat.”
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