by Sara Page
He releases my nipple with a wet sucking sound then gives it a long, slow lick with his tongue. His tongue feels rough, like there’s a grainy texture to it. It’s almost like sandpaper but softer.
His eyes slide up to lock on mine, hot and swirling with emotion. “You did say I could clean you with my tongue after I cleansed you with soap.”
I squirm against the rock. “Oh god, did I really say that?”
Ryock’s lids lower and his purr is so deep it’s nearly a growl as he answers. “Yes.”
“I really don’t remember saying that,” I stumble out as his head turns, his mouth moving to my left breast. “And I really don’t think this qualifies as cleaning…”
Once more his hot mouth covers me and he pulls back a firm suckle.
“Fuck,” I groan out.
“Mmm, there’s my favorite word,” he purrs before giving my nipple a long, savoring lick.
As the rough texture of his tongue drags against me, my core clenches.
He reaches up, taking my right breast into his hand and begins to knead it as his mouth covers me again.
I’m only partly aware of myself as I reach up and grab onto his shoulders. Gripping him, all I can really focus on is his wonderful mouth and what it’s doing.
The heat, the wetness, the suction.
His mouth devours me as if he’s using it to worship me and my insides feel like they’re melting into liquid.
Despite my earlier reservations regarding my growing feelings for him, I don’t have the will or desire to stop him.
I crave his attention. I crave his touch.
I crave this connection.
He sucks, licks, and bites all the while his hand works and kneads my other slick breast with a heady rhythm.
Squirming against the rock, I squeeze my knees together as my belly begins to fill with a warm, expanding pressure.
And there’s something else there... Something blooming inside me that I just can’t quite put my finger on…
His teeth nip at my nipple and my entire body jolts.
He quickly soothes the pain away with a slow, lingering lap of his tongue. His eyes roll up, watching my reaction as he does it again.
“Fuck,” I groan out as the small pain seems to make my entire breast light up like it’s on fire.
He gives my left nipple a long parting suckle then moves back to the right.
Watching him as he squeezes me in his big hand and suckles on me like he just can’t get enough of me is hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never felt so desired and wanted.
His teeth gently nip my right nipple and he gives it a soothing lick before beginning to nip his way down to my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I pant out as my heart starts to race with excitement.
“Cleaning you,” he growl-purrs and then his tongue dips into my belly button.
I jump a little, my butt coming off the rock before he pushes me back down.
“But… but…”
He continues to kiss his way down, ignoring my mumbling protest.
His lips reach my mons and he shows no sign of stopping.
“But you haven’t used any soap!” I finally blurt out in a panic.
I haven’t washed in who knows how long, and despite how much I want him, there’s no way I’m letting him put his mouth down there. The poor guy could catch something!
Ryock’s eyes roll up to regard me and I can tell he’s weighing whether or not he wants to push it.
Finally, from the look on my face, he must realize I’m not going to give in on this. With a sigh, he pushes up and grabs the soap bottle.
My shoulders start to slump with relief. That’s one disaster averted.
“I do not like the smell of this soap,” he grumbles as he squirts a big glob into his palm. “My tongue would do a much better job of cleaning you, and my scent would mark you.”
“Mark me?” I repeat, not quite following.
Honestly, I don’t think the soap smells that bad. It’s actually quite subtle compared to the flowery crap I’m used to. There’s only the faintest hint of mint to it.
“Yes, mark you,” he repeats, setting the bottle back down. “Every place my tongue touches you marks you with my scent.”
I take a deep breath yet I don’t smell anything. He had his tongue all over my breasts and stomach.
Bending forward, I sniff again but all I smell is the water, the trees, and a hint of mint.
“I don’t—” I start but he cuts me off by thrusting his hand between my legs and stroking his fingers against the lips of my pussy.
“Oh my god, Ryock!” I cry out, nearly jumping out of my skin.
“Mmm, yes, I am your god,” he grins, his fingers gliding back and forth.
His fingers are so big, so thick, and slick with soap.
My core clenches as they glide towards my entrance, and I ache with the need to have them thrusting inside me.
“That’s not! That’s so not what that means!” I pant.
“Are you sure?” he purrs teasingly and his fingers push up to focus all their attention on my clit.
“Yes,” I gasp out, but I’m not sure I’m doing it in response to his question or because I want more.
His fingers press down, rubbing in small, tight circles.
“Yes, yes, yes…” I moan needily, my hips rocking up.
My head falls back and I just don’t have the strength to fight the surge of pleasure that slams into my core.
“You are my goddess,” he grunts as his fingers rub harder and harder. “My heart. My soul. My star. My reason for living.”
I shake my head back and forth even though my mouth is continuing to cry out yes. I’m so close to bursting, I’d probably agree to anything right now.
“Let go, little goddess. Let go and let me be your god,” he says with a vicious growl.
And as if he knows exactly how to manipulate my body, he pinches my clit.
The world flashes white and then the bubble of hot pressure inside me bursts.
I scream, my body shuddering. The walls of my core spasm, clutching at emptiness.
And all the while his fingers keep rubbing and pinching me, dragging every last drop of pleasure out of me until I collapse.
Boneless, I fall back until I’m limp on the rock, feeling like my body was just wrung out.
Making a pleased sound deep in his throat, Ryock pulls his fingers away and stares down at my pussy as if he’s admiring his handiwork.
Panting for air, I watch him as I catch my breath.
His eyes flick up to mine and I’m sucked into their blazing depths. There’s an animalistic quality to them, something I’ve never seen in another human.
Something primal and dangerous.
Frozen, I can only stare at him, wondering what he’s going to do next.
His body is tense, every muscle straining in tight definition, and his hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists.
His massive chest rises and falls with the labor of his own breathing.
Part of me wants to run away screaming in fear, even though I know he’d never hurt me. Just a moment ago, he called me his goddess…
Yet, right now he looks as if he’s on the verge of pouncing on me and tearing me into pieces.
“Ryock?” I squeak, unable to keep the fear out of my voice.
He growls and some of that primal energy fades from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, my star,” he tries to purr but half of it comes out as a raspy groan. “I wanted to taste you, but I must be inside of you now.”
Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me closer until half my butt is hanging off the rock. He pushes my thighs wider apart, and though I feel just a little uncomfortable being so exposed to the world, I don’t have the will or power to stop him.
He steps between my thighs and I watch, almost mesmerized, as he takes himself in his hand.
His cock is so hard it’s jutting straight up. The head strai
ns towards his belly and I swear I can see all the thick veins along his shaft pulsing.
He pumps his hand once up and down his length and then, with a strained look on his face, he guides the crown towards the entrance of my sex.
Immediately, I tense up with trepidation.
We’ve done this before and it didn’t hurt, yet he’s so big I can’t help but be afraid. The logical part of my brain still insists he won’t fit inside me.
He’s just too damn big.
“Look at me, Isla,” he demands, and with great effort I manage to peel my eyes away from his massive cock and look up to meet his eyes.
“I would never hurt you,” he states as he rubs the crown of his cock all over me. He pushes it through my folds, swirls it against my clit, and drags it back down to my opening.
He’s wet, maybe even wetter than before, and there’s something about it that makes my pussy feel all warm and tingly.
“You are my everything,” he says through clenched teeth.
Slowly, he begins to ease himself inside me, stopping as soon as he meets resistance. There’s a little pinch that’s uncomfortable but nothing too serious.
He closes his eyes and his head drops down as he holds himself still. “I could no more hurt you than force my heart to stop beating.”
Just inside me, I can feel him pulsing, his massive girth stretching me. That tingly sensation begins to fill me, starting in my pussy and spreading throughout my entire body.
I start to pant because I’m so damn warm.
He eases back and I begin to ache at the loss of him. Then he pushes back in deeper. Harder.
Inside me, I feel something opening. That connection I felt earlier strengthening.
He pushes and pushes, and it feels as if he’s filling me with more than just his cock. He’s filling me with something else.
Something intangible and overwhelming.
Something entirely him.
My heart begins to race and there’s an awful pressure behind my ribs. For a moment, I fear I might burst from the sheer strength of whatever it is he’s forcing inside me.
It’s too much.
Too much pressure, too much energy.
There’s too much for me to contain.
It’s almost as if my soul is suddenly outgrowing my body and has nowhere else to go.
Then he bottoms out. The crown of his cock pushing against that barrier buried deep inside me.
And the pressure inside me explodes. I could fight it off, fight off the invasion, but I can’t because it’s him so I just let go.
A door I didn’t even realize existed inside me is thrown open, and I can feel Ryock pouring into me as part of me pours out.
“Ryock,” I cry out half in awe, half in fear.
“Isla,” he groans.
Together our bodies shudder, writhing against each other where we’re connected, and my mind desperately tries to make sense of what is happening.
He’s inside me, literally inside me. I can feel his pulse. Sense his thoughts.
I can even feel his emotions mixing with my own.
There’s want, so much want and need. He needs to possess me, to claim me.
To keep me.
No matter the cost to himself.
I become lost in him. Lost in his emotions, lost in what he’s experiencing. There’s love, so much love it’s breathtaking.
But it’s also a strange thing to feel my pussy wrapped around him, squeezing him, milking him, from his point of view.
I start to tremble, my thighs locking around him. My core instinctively clenches because I’m enjoying the sensation of getting myself off through him.
I want to drive deeper into myself. I want to thrust and rut and fuck until I explode.
“Fuck… Isla…” he groans and his cock swells.
I know… I can feel the heavy ache in his balls. He’s so close…
I’m so close.
With a tortured moan, he pulls back only to drive himself forward with enough force to grind me into the rock.
That annoying logical part of my brain tries to break through again, screaming at me that this is too much. That it’s too weird.
But it’s not enough.
I need more.
I need to be deeper. I need to mark myself in the most primal way. I need to plant a part of myself deep inside my body. A part that will forever be there.
A part that will flourish and grow.
Ryock pulls back again and again, driving deeper and deeper. He’s so slick, so wet with the mix of our fluids, that the sounds of our bodies connecting fills my ears…
And suddenly I implode.
I can feel myself pouring my life force inside me. I’m swelling, pulsing, and throbbing.
I’m squeezed and yet I’m the one doing squeezing.
I’m spurting thick jets of warmth yet I’m being filled.
“Ryock,” I scream out as waves of pleasure roll through me. I can’t tell what are his and what are my own.
“Mine,” he answers back with a roar.
With one final thrust, he pushes himself deep and holds himself there.
My clit is trapped, smashed mercilessly between our bodies as he pumps jet after jet of hot cum inside my pussy.
I come again, screaming and writhing beneath his strong body for what feels like an eternity before the sensations finally begin to ebb and mellow.
Eventually, my own senses start to come back to me. First there’s smell, then sight, then sounds.
As the last tremor fades away, I can feel the connection between us weakening.
He’s still there, his being seated firmly inside me, but his thoughts and sensations are no longer overwhelming my own.
My breath is labored, my chest rising and falling like I just ran a marathon, and my head feels all fucked up.
Above me, Ryock watches me. His eyes all swirly and warm.
“What the hell just happened?” I ask when I finally seem to have enough air.
I want to sit up, but I don’t seem to have the strength right now.
As if he knows exactly what I want, Ryock reaches down and pulls me up.
Hugging me against his chest, I can hear his heart as I feel the soft echo of it beating in harmony with my own heart.
Leaning down, he pushes his nose through my hair and takes a deep breath before saying, “The stars have joined our souls. We are bonded now. Forever”
Chapter Fifteen
Ryock
Isla’s eyes widen slightly at the word forever. “Mmm. I like the sound of that, but what exactly do you mean by forever? Because it sounds different when you say it.”
“Different, how?” I ask, not entirely sure I follow her.
Even with our translators, sometimes the words we use can have different connotations to them. Sometimes they completely fail to translate a word and instead create a long static buzz.
“Like there is forever until the end of time, and then there is forever… mystical type stuff.”
“Ah,” I start. “I believe it is the second type of forever, with a good dose of the first.”
“Huh?” She quirks her eyebrows at me.
Looking down at her luscious body, I stare long at her firm breasts. The hard nipples point out at me from her chest. I want to run my tongue across them again, then lightly nibble and suck them hard.
But I fear we’ve spent enough time here at our bathing spot.
Her slender finger lifts my chin and she giggles. “You’ve had enough boobs for now.”
Purring deeply, I shake my head. “There is never enough time for your boobs, but we should make our way back to the skiff.”
Looking around us, she nods her head.
Pulling away from her, I take her hand as we walk back to where we left our clothing and the backpack. I doubt the planet will get too cold in the darkness tonight, considering the vegetation around us, but I can’t be sure that’s not the time when the predators come out of hiding.
Hefting the pack onto my shoulder, I reach out for her hand again. Watching her get dressed is never pleasant. Too much clothing for such a delicious body.
Walking back towards our escape skiff, I veer from our original path and try taking a more circular route. It’s not that anything seems amiss, but I want to see more of our surroundings now that we have food and water readily available.
If we happen to be next to a breeding ground of nesting snakes, it would be helpful to know.
“You didn’t answer my question from before, Ryock. And this doesn’t look like the same way we came,” Isla says as she prods my arm gently.
Looking around us, I move towards the deepening jungle of trees. “I wanted to get a better look around to ensure we’re the only big bads in this area.”
Chuckling, she says, “The big bads?”
“It’s never too early to establish your territory.”
I can almost feel the roll of her eyes before I look over to her beautiful face.
“You’re not going to go peeing all over the trees and dirt mounds, are you?” she asks.
“No… Is that something your earthling males do to mark territory?”
Her musical laughter makes me a little too happy in my stomach. Just the sound of it is enough to bring a smile to my face.
“No, though a lot of the animals on my world do. I don’t doubt though that some of the males would do it to their women if they could get away with it.”
“Hmph… Your world sounds quite different than mine.”
“It most likely is. Probably more the same, just in different ways. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, my dear one. From your actions, and the way you treat me, I don’t believe your society is a matriarchal one.”
“You can say that again.” She laughs, but there is little humor in it. “Even in today’s modern times, it still feels like women aren’t as valuable as men. We’re still fighting for equal pay, excluded from many things, and sexual harassment has never truly gone away.”
“Sexual harassment?” That sounds conflicting.
“Yeah, men will harass a woman sexually. Either through touching or intimidation.”
“The women of my world would never stand for such a thing. It is unheard of for a male to improperly… suggest himself to a woman. There are strict laws governing such behavior.”
