Amnay

by Rayann Marse

  She smirked at him. "How about for one night?"

  "I can do that."

  Chapter Eleven

  They had enough food in their packs to make a halfway decent supper. And after they dragged a bit of wood over to block the tunnel, the sleeping room was almost cozy. Amnay found a heater, an old but functioning apparatus cannibalized from a ship, and got it running.

  For extra warmth and comfort, they pushed four beds together and formed a tent over the mega-bed by tying the corners of blankets together and feeding them through the ceiling timbers. The inside of the blanket fort was suffused with a warm glow. The white light of the ceiling lamp was muted to a soft yellow by the blankets, and the orange glow of the heater provided sunset hues.

  The gaps between the blankets provided just enough air flow to keep the fort from becoming stuffy. And it gave them just enough of a chill that they had to keep close, overlapping their bodies. Their wet clothing had been discarded; their naked flesh prickled with cold, incentivizing them to rub against one another.

  Kozue supposed their lovemaking was inevitable. Inevitable, and very welcome. It had been a long time coming, and the only thing that surprised her was that it didn't happen sooner. It would have happened on his little ship, she was sure, if it hadn't been destroyed. Better late than never.

  They lay facing one another, Amnay folded over her like a tent of warm, purple flesh. She felt his arousal snaking up between them, swelling and thumping with the beating of his heart. It was squeezed between them, pulsing and throbbing hard against Kozue's belly. She moved away slightly to give it more room. It danced to Amnay's bestial groans, the wet tip slapping against one of her dark nipples and then swinging to hit the other.

  Shivering and biting her lip, Kozue slid a hand down. She ran it along the velvety underbelly of his cock, grabbing hold of it as though it were the head of a baseball bat. The veins thrummed against her palm.

  Further downward. She paused to fondle his huge testicles, then continued to the hot space between her legs. She was surprised to find herself open like a fresh flower blossom. Wet, aroused, ready to be seeded.

  Amnay folded himself over her protectively. Possessively. He was inexperienced, young, and did strange things in the confusing storm of arousal that raged in him. He took her hair in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He squeezed her so hard her bones creaked, digging his fingers into her. He pulled her close again so that the hot, steel girth of his manhood was again pinned between them. It was as though he wanted every part of her at once, as if he couldn't make up his mind on what to do to her, as if he wanted to absorb her into himself.

  She would need to guide him. To steer their copulation in the right direction. She had experience, though not with anyone so powerful or, quite frankly, as large as Amnay. His cock was nearly as big around as her thigh. It aroused two things in her. One was terror; a lower, fainter version of what she had felt when that wooden spit was put into position between her legs. The other feeling was what she could only describe as a dreadful thirst. An emptiness needing to be filled, a burning fire that could only be quenched by him.

  "Oh, Amnay," she whispered, shoving her face into his chest.

  He touched the top of her head gently. She didn't know for sure what the intention of the touch was. But she knew what it would mean from a human male. She slid downward, until the huge head of his erection was in line with her mouth. She sucked at it, running her tongue over the slit, circling the head with her wet tongue with the assistance of her hands, which looked even tinier when wrapped around his girth.

  Amnay had no idea how to react. He went stiff and still, breathing very heavily. She reached up, guiding his hand to her head. He got the message, grabbing her by the hair and guiding her as she suckled her way around the head of his cock again and again until her saliva had formed puddles in the creases of his skin and a wet spot on the bed.

  She ached to be touched. And Amnay's arm was long enough to reach. She pulled his other hand down, shoving it to her pussy. He grunted with pleasure and curiosity as he felt along the hot, wet folds of her labia. It took him a very long time to find her opening, but she was fine with it. She could be patient. She had his cock to worship. She thought she would never grow tired of tasting it, of slurping up the syrupy fluids that kept running from its slit as it seemed to grow harder and longer and warmer in her hands.

  He slowly worked his finger into her, giving her a look of questioning, a frown of minor confusion. She nodded at him, smiling up into his eyes even as she stroked his shaft against her cheek.

  "Yes, like that," she whispered, shutting her eyes and breathing in his scent. "That feels good."

  As he fingered her slowly with one hand, he used the other to bring out the translator and switch it off. He tossed it to the corner of their blanket tent. Now when he spoke, pleasure and desire and the throaty, husky, manly qualities of his voice were all she heard. The translator, with its coded voice speaking machine-like English, was removed from the equation.

  "Does it feel good for you, Amnay?" Kozue asked, wrapping her arms around his member and folding herself at the stomach so that she slid down it. Then she moved back up, running the side of her face along his shaft, effectively jacking him off with her entire body rather than just her hands.

  He didn't understand her words. And she didn't understand his response. Not on the basis of words and syllables, anyway. It was clear that he was enjoying it.

  The next step would take courage. But Kozue was ready.

  She reached down and cupped his balls. Only one of them would fit in her tiny hand. They were high against his body and very tight. Very firm. She didn't think he would last much longer. If she wanted him inside her, if she wanted him to plant his seed where it belonged, she had to act now.

  She broke away from him. He looked disappointed for a moment, until he saw the ravening hunger on her face. Following her rudimentary instructions, he got himself into a sitting position. Arms out behind him, hands splayed on the bed. Leg slightly spread. Erection stabbing the air and bobbing there, dark and glistening.

  Kozue straddled him, her thin legs spread wide, supporting herself by her hands on his shoulders. It was like climbing a ladder, reaching for the top. She felt overwhelmed by his size. And overwhelmed by her love and lust for him.

  Slowly lowering herself, and thanking her years as a gymnast in school for the flexibility of her legs, she felt his huge tip pressing against her opening, laying her labia flat and stretching her as gravity and his own tentative upward thrusting tried to bury his organ inside her.

  It went in like a champagne cork in reverse. A sudden popping, followed by a torrent of sensation rather than bubbles. Kozue yelped, quickly moving her hands from his shoulders to his thighs. Pressing downward as a signal. Don't move.

  Amnay stayed just where he was, staring at her expectantly. Staring at her with love, deep and vast as oceans, glimmering in the depths of his eyes.

  Now that the message was received, she put her hands back on his shoulders. That was easier. In order to touch his legs from this height, she had to lock out her elbows and stretch.

  Tentatively, she let herself sink a bit further. Another inch of Amnay penetrated her. She curled her toes in the blanket, digging her feet in so she didn't slip. A sudden fall now would be bad.

  Another inch now. And another. Each was easier than the last as she loosened and accepted him. And each brought greater pleasure. He filled her so completely that she felt her pressurized juices spitting out around his meaty, wine-dark shaft, driven by the convulsions of her ecstasy.

  Not in a million years did she think she, an experienced woman, would reach orgasm before Amnay, a boy who had never had a concubine to call his own. And yet it exploded in her like an atom bomb, scouring her from the inside, erasing her past and writing her future in the same instant. She screamed in shock, both at the fact she was even having an orgasm and also at the fact it was so powerful. She had no idea her body was capab
le of such pleasure.

  Her little pussy tried to squeeze shut. It felt like it was trying to tear itself in half and strangle Amnay's cock at the same time.

  Her legs gave out. She slipped down Amnay's pole on a gushing tide of her own juices, engulfing two or three more inches of him before he lunged forward and caught her.

  His arms had snaked up behind her knees, lifting her feet from the bed. One of his hands rested on her right ass cheek, the other on her lower back. He held her, staring and muttering with alien words of concern. To him, she must have looked like she was on every drug in the universe. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back into her head as every muscle in her body twitched weakly.

  "Kozue," he said in a tone of worry. He must have thought she was hurt.

  To get a closer look, he instinctively tried to pull her closer. This caused him to plunge even deeper into her, finally hitting her cervix, finally reaching maximum penetration with half of his cock still left outside of her.

  Kozue screamed hoarsely and came again. She kicked her legs, nearly hitting him in the face with her feet, then squeezing his biceps between calf and hamstring.

  Amnay finally realized it wasn't pain she was feeling. With no effort at all, he manipulated her body. He rocked her back and forth on him. If there was any one feeling she hated, besides anger or pain or sadness, it was the feeling of being helpless. And yet she felt right, giving herself to Amnay completely. Because she trusted him.

  Never before had Kozue given herself up. Not to anyone. Amnay was the first to make it feel like a smart thing to do. Like the right thing. And she was rewarded with moments of divine pleasure that seemed to stretch across eons. For a long time, Kozue and Amnay were at the center of the universe. Everything revolved around them. Everything waited, held its breath. A hush fell over all creation, and all that was left was the huffing and moaning and whispers of the two lovers.

  She was Amnay's concubine, now. His first and his last. And he was hers as well; her man, her love, her strong Menin male.

  In the sauna of sweat and sex that their blanket tent had become, Amnay and Kozue snuggled close and caught their breath in the aftermath of their lovemaking. They didn't use words, but they spoke volumes in other ways. In light touches, in kisses and squeezes and caresses. They said all they wanted to say.

  Chapter Twelve

  In the morning, still entombed in the coziness of the blanket tent, Kozue woke and stretched. She was sore in all the best ways, achingly empty, still very wet between the legs with arousal and semen, craving to be filled again. But Amnay wasn't in bed.

  She smelled smoke and the aroma of food. By the sweet, almost mineral smell she knew it was one of the more popular creatures who lived in these high, cold areas. A creature somewhat akin to a rabbit. They were easy to catch, because they really had no natural predators here. And they didn't taste half bad, if they first rendered the fat from the stores around their bellies and used it to fry the meat.

  Kozue's stomach growled. She emerged from the cocoon on wobbly legs and found Amnay cooking in the laziest fashion she had ever seen. Still naked, he lay across a bed on his belly and tended the food with one outstretched hand. He had found a real cooking pan to replace the lumpy bowl of hardened yellow sealant they'd been using. He had even found some dried herbs and spices. A bowl nearby held some form of dehydrated carbohydrate, now soaking and coming to life in a bath of steaming water.

  As Kozue came to soak in the heat of the fire, Amnay reached out his other hand and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her in and kissed her from ankle to armpit, pausing at the top to breathe in her scent and to suck her nipple until it was hard and poking his tongue. While he worked her with his mouth, he lifted the pan from the fire and set it on the stone of the cave floor.

  This quickly evolved into a fast, dirty, sweaty, grunting, almost violent fuck. Amnay screamed when he came, so loud it filled the entire cave system with echoes. Kozue held herself to him tightly, wrapping her legs around him and biting any bit of him she could reach as his balls drew up tight and flooded her with seed.

  They collapsed, gasping for air, and laughed breathlessly.

  Breakfast was satisfying. But it was hard for Kozue to concentrate on food, with a steady stream of Amnay's semen running down the inside of her leg. All she wanted was to have him in her again. But she got her urges in check. She didn't want to break the boy. Especially not when they had more walking to do.

  After breakfast, they dressed and scoured the rest of the cave for anything they could use. Amnay found a pair of boots for himself and several coats. One of them must have belonged to a woman, because it was slightly smaller. Which meant it still would have fit most male NBA players just fine. Kozue put it on, anyway. She was lost in it at first, like a toddler wearing her father's coat. But after Amnay rolled up the sleeves and trimmed some of the fabric away, she was able to walk.

  They also found rations and a hoard of water bottles with shoulder straps. Amnay carried everything, festooned with bottles and packs as they left the cave. He made an awful racket, a storm of clangs and bangs and rattles. To comment on how foolish he looked would have been hypocritical, so Kozue entertained herself with some quiet chuckling.

  "The hardest part of the journey is ahead of us," said Amnay. "Before we found the cave, I was anxious. I doubted whether we would make it. But now it will simply be a test of our legs and lungs."

  He nodded up the mountain, pausing to take a drink.

  "If the Menin built a mining camp all the way out here, it's safe to assume they also left some way by which to find their way back to it. There should be signposts, guidelines, perhaps even small outposts to shelter in. I doubt anyone will be in those places to greet us, but they will give us shelter at night."

  He reached a hand out to her, an offer to carry her for a time during the first leg of their treacherous hike up the mountain.

  "No," she said. "I'll walk on my own."

  He smiled. "That works for me. I'm no longer in much of a hurry. If I could, I would make this time with you last forever. I'm not quite looking forward to what I know must happen."

  "What do you mean?" she asked as they continued hiking.

  "I mean that I no longer have my own ship," he said. "So we have to make a choice, either to stay here on this planet for the rest of our lives, or to rejoin Menin society. Up there." He pointed toward the sky.

  "How would we even get there?" asked Kozue.

  "Before we left this colony behind, I installed one of my devices. It should allow us to get back to the ship. The screen in my room was destroyed, but I have others hidden around. I'm always on the lookout for secret places to put them. Places where no one goes, where no eyes ever rest for long."

  "But Amnay," she said, clutching his hand. "Going back to the ship puts you in the same position you were in before. Which was why you escaped in the first place. There's no reason to go back."

  Amnay shrugged. "I can't turn my back on my people. I can't stay away forever. And you have your people as well. You have a job to do, and I intend to help you do it." He looked down at her and smiled. "You were right. Humankind does have a future. And we Menin have much to learn from you. There will be difficult times ahead, but I'm certain both races will come out wiser and healthier on the other end."

  ***

  The remainder of the hike took eleven days. Kozue couldn't be sure of how many hours, because the day-night cycle on this world was different than what she was used to. It was slightly shorter somehow, even though the planet was much larger.

  She tried to figure that out her in head, the relation of spin and size and distance from the sun, but her brain was always distracted by more important things. By the crack in the rocks she had to avoid, or risk twisting her ankle. By Amnay, and how the muscles of his legs flexed and wobbled with every powerful step. And how he made love to her every night and at various points during the day. The most memorable of these took place at the highest point of t
heir hike, while cold wind blasted their bodies with snow and while the whole world spread in a panorama around them.

  Kozue let herself be carried only when it was necessary for them to move as fast as possible. Once, they were halfway down a mountain when a storm suddenly bloomed in the sky and began racing toward them. Another time, they heard a mysterious and intimidating growl behind them. Amnay swept her to his shoulder and ran, not looking back to see what had made the noise.

  They stopped one day, around noon, to catch their breath and to let their feet dry from a stream they had been forced to wade across. On a whim, Kozue decided to climb a tree. These days, she was full of energy, despite the constant exertion of hiking and sex. She felt almost like a child again, a young girl on an endless playground with her favorite boy to watch over her.

  The tree was perfect for climbing. The branches were evenly spaced and straight, like the limbs of a pine tree, but they didn't leak sap or crumble dust into her eyes. At the top, she poked her head through a rustling blanket of green and shouted her joy to the sky and the whole world. She sang it loudly, throwing her hands in the air.

  When she finally looked down, she saw a plume of white smoke rising from the floor of a distant valley. It was a village, positioned roughly halfway to the horizon. Which meant a further three days of hiking, perhaps two since it was mostly downhill.

  She climbed down quickly to report this discovery to Amnay. But he was waiting to report a similar discovery of his own. He had found an engraving on a boulder, with arrows pointing toward and away from the village. Since it wasn't really the custom of the Menin to climb trees, given their size and weight, they needed such markers to tell them which way to go in the dense forest. A journeyer who stopped on this hill to rest could easily get turned around and start wandering back the way he came.