Once the elder had finished their arms were completely bound by the ribbon and a fire was lit in front of them. The elder passed each tribe member a handful of an ash-looking substance as they rotated around in the circle. This was thrown, one by one onto the fire as they passed, sending green sparks shooting from the flames. Jillian tried to take it all in. The noise, the dancing. Then she looked to the male beside her–he had not taken her eyes from her this whole time.
A male came forward from the circle and unraveled the ribbon holding their arms, jabbering the whole time. Once freed, he pressed his forehead to Faron’s and bent to do the same to Jillian. Before she could even begin to make sense of it all, Shana tossed her up onto her back and swept her away, followed by shrieks and cheers from the others.
She was set down inside one of the huts. Turning her body slowly in the new surroundings, she was amazed at what she saw. Terracotta artwork adorned the rock walls, lit by small balls of fire set inside tiny pits along the edges of the room. In the middle, Jillian was thrilled to see a bed, of sorts. On a raised platform, large sheets of fur were laid, soft and inviting. The whole set up was almost…romantic, and once again she felt ashamed at the assumption that these people were more primitive than her own.
“You will be very happy now,” Shana said, clutching her shoulders and then touching her forehead with her own before leaving, as the male had done before.
Jillian walked up to the bed, running her fingers across the silky fur and mused over the events. She had no fear left, after all that had happened. She knew now there would be no ceremonious killing–which she had once considered. It seemed she had made it out of the prison and into…what? She wasn’t yet sure.
A shadow crossed the floor, and Jillian looked toward the doorway to see the male she had been tied to. He was holding a jug and two glazed goblets. Stunned, she saw that he was smiling as he crossed the room to her. Placing the goblets down, he poured a creamy liquid from the jug and handed one to her.
“Now we are together for always. Drink. We’ll celebrate our union,” he said, gesturing for her to sit next to him on the bed.
Jillian choked on the air she had been inhaling. Had she just been married?
Chapter Nine
Careful not to blow her cover, she covered up the cough of surprise by sipping the drink he had given her. It was a delicate, spiced honey flavor and she took a few long draws of it to buy herself time.
It all seemed to add up. That ceremony—it had been a wedding. Her wedding. Was this what she had been taken for? She almost laughed. This was the single most surreal experience of her life. She’d thought that she was a hostage, that she would be made an example of–maybe tied up like an animal for the rest of her days. And now, here she was, married to an alien of a planet she knew very little about.
Comforted as she was by this male’s return, and weirdly secure as she felt in his presence, she wished he would leave her alone to sort through this revelation quietly–to try and make some sense of it all. Her immediate fears had gone and were, apparently irrelevant now, so Jillian brought herself back out of her head with a reminder that she was still a stranger here, and therefore needed to remain aware of the fact that she still needed to be in survival mode.
With this consideration in mind, she gingerly perched next to him on the bed. Pretending not to know the language was one thing, but she couldn’t ignore his gesture for her to sit with him. She sank into the rich down of the material and held her goblet with both hands, apprehensive of what would be expected of her now, being fully aware of what this time would involve after a human wedding.
In no way did she feel obligated to uphold a ritual that essentially meant nothing to her–these were not her people and their ways and rituals therefore meaningless. But she weighed her options carefully. She took a sideways glance at the male on the bed and had to own up to finding him unusually attractive. His big eyes met hers and he placed his drink down.
“Faron,” he said slowly and clearly, one hand on his chest.
“Jillian,” she responded with the same movement.
“Jil. Lee. Ah. Jillian.” He tested the phonetics of her name with relish. The sound of it being spoken in his musical accent caused a smile to break across her face. He read into her look of happiness, and took her cup, placing it down next to his own, and then maneuvered her so that she was laying across the bed on her back.
She stayed still, rigid. Unnerved by her positioning and what it may mean. He lay beside her, leaning up onto one elbow. He looked at her face for a long while, and she looked back at his, both of them exploring their differences, their similarities. There was no mistaking it this time–the intensity. It formed a resolution in Jillian. While she was here, inexplicably bonded to this alien…she stopped herself mid-thought. To Faron, she corrected herself. Then she was going to try and enjoy it, as best she could.
It had been a long, long time since she had felt any intimacy, and she missed it. Now, here it was, handed over on a plate by, let’s face it, a finer specimen of a man than any of the actual men she had encountered.
Faron marveled as he took her in, curious at the way her pupils dilated, spilling into the grey of her eyes as he looked. The binding ceremony had gone perfectly, and he was pleased to see that she appeared happy about it.
Her body, only partially covered now, was a delight to all his senses. The females had doused her in oil that smelled familiar to him, but underneath that was her own scent–foreign and exotic to his nose. Her shining skin was totally hairless and smooth, and he held off from touching it for just a few moments, wishing to feast on it visually first. Unlike the females of his kind, her body waved in at the waist and out again at the hips, and her breasts–covered now underneath a scrap of fur–were intriguingly full mounds that heaved beneath the material. He licked his lips, tantalized by what he saw.
“I don’t want you to be frightened. I know we are not the same, but perhaps we are more alike than you think.” He spoke softly but knowingly. He had spent enough time monitoring these people to know their differences were mainly aesthetic. With that, he ran his fingertip down her cheek. She closed her eyes against the tenderness of the touch, still apprehensive but enjoying the delicate sensation. He traced the outline of her cleavage, just dipping slightly underneath the fur top, and then down to her navel where he swept circles across her skin, as soft as a feather.
Jillian shivered deliciously at his caresses, and decided that trying to enjoy this may not be such an effort. He seemed keen to familiarize himself with her body, and had done his best to put her at ease. She had wondered–given his animalistic appearance, if he would just jump her, but concerns about that were far away. This Faron, he seemed to want her to relax and enjoy it–and so she would. It had also occurred to her that escape may be more possible as his mate than as his prisoner. Should she hear news that Mikey had managed to clear her name and she was able to return to the colony, being able to roam free would provide more options for getting away. Mind set, she allowed herself to sink into his touch.
He lightly scratched a line across her thighs—the feeling was electric, making her gasp. She turned her face to him–knowing, but not caring that her eyes would reveal her lust. He read them easily, and bent down to kiss her. His mouth was warm and inviting and he pushed her lips apart with a firm tongue. She met the hotness with her own as she kissed him back, slow and passionate. As the intensity to the kisses began to build, he suddenly pulled back and traced the outline of her lips once again with his finger.
“I know you can’t understand me, and I find that a great shame,” Faron said as she drank in his face. Wanting, waiting for him to kiss her again. Every one of her nerve endings were prickling at the anticipation of him. His presence was so masterful, she knew she would have to wait until he chose to caress her again, and she panted slightly with the strength of her desire, having to make a great effort to listen to his words beyond the rushing of her pulse.
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�If you could understand, then I could tell you how beautiful you are. How proud and pleased I am to have you as my mate.” He continued, raising his eyes to hers.
She had to clench her fists not to react to his statement. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before. It sent a warm fuzz of joy to the center of her belly that was quickly cooled by a freezing guilt.
She had never felt so torn about revealing her secret. She desperately wanted to tell him now that she could understand. She was sure now that she was safe–Faron clearly had genuine feelings for her. Why else would he have gone through a ceremony to make her his mate–in front of the entire village? But she was an outsider here, still unsure of the ways of the people on this planet, and felt she needed to protect herself, even now. Life had been hard for her, moving around from one family to the next. Not trusting people was what she did best. It was what had made her job as head of security come so naturally to her. Old ways, old habits, die hard. But was it time for her to start breaking down those barriers she had been building for so long?
His ruminating came to an abrupt end as Faron placed his hands on her. He slid one underneath her back, causing her to arch as he deftly unclasped the fur covering her top half. He peeled it from her and then tossed it to the floor. His eyes fixed onto her breasts and she watched his face as he cupped one into his palm and ran his thumb along her aching nipple. She quivered as he repeated the movement, seeming to take pleasure of the texture of her as his mouth parted.
Faron felt himself grow underneath his covering as he touched her. She felt so cool and soft. Her breasts gave way as he squeezed and he enjoyed filling his hand with them, feeling her quake at each gentle motion. He kissed her, unable to stop himself, both their tongues hotter and wetter than before. More urgent. His hand moved up to her face, holding her as they lapped at each other.
He wanted to taste her, and moved down to her nipple, which was puckered solid now from the desire he had created in her. He licked and sucked, holding it to him with a firm clasp, and then grazed it with his teeth. She couldn’t help the moan–the sensation had sent sparks shooting straight to her genitals, and she lifted her hips unconsciously, her body sure about what it wanted.
She ran her hand down his back, his flesh like velvet. She moved herself up, so she was half seated, wanting him to take more of her. He looked up, lips wet, and gave her a sexy half smile as he slowly lowered his hand between her upper thighs. He parted her legs by splaying his fingers, not that she put up much resistance, and began to stroke from her knee upwards—sweeping rotations of his fingers right to the top of her thighs, so close to the spot she wanted him the most that she held her breath—wanting. Wanting. Her hand lay still on his back.
She began to claw without nails, pulling him to her–knowing he must realize how he was making her feel. Instead of indulging her, Faron kissed down toward her navel with the odd, thrilling flick of his tongue and shuddering nibbles of his teeth. He continued to her hips where she jerked at the movements of his mouth, and down—heart-poundingly close, then onto her thigh, where he pulled himself up to kneel in front of her.
She lay back down, submissive, but could not help casting her gaze to his scant piece of fur. She noticed a bulge protruding from beneath the cloth, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek, she cast her gaze over his torso, rippling with muscles, and wanted to smother herself in his sensuality.
Still kneeling, he pulled her knees upwards, legs apart, and tore down what was left of her clothing before removing his.
Chapter Ten
He took a moment to scan over her naked body and between her legs. He could see that she was ready for him–the opening of her glistening with moisture from his previous touch. He saw her chest rise and fall rapidly, her breath was hard and fast and this turned him on more—knowing that she wanted him.
He was harder than he’d ever been as he ran his finger upwards along her opening, dipping it ever so slightly inside of her as he passed, and stopping on the button at the top, pressing down firmly before releasing the pressure and moving his finger back down again. Luxuriating in the feel of her special area, moist and sleek–and now all his. His head moved between her legs and he sucked on the bud, flicking his tongue over it quickly at the same time. Then, whilst keeping his mouth concentrated on her clitoris, he pushed his fingers back inside and pulsed them, she tried to pull his wrist back–the pleasure was too much, she was going to be too quick–but he was strong and remained there. The two of her most precious places zinging and threatening to blow.
Jillian let out a loud groan, then covered her face with the fur she was lying on, shy suddenly at the intimacy, at him seeing her raw pleasure. He knelt back up and leant to lift her chin and turn her head back to him.
“I want to see you,” he said, thickly. There was something sexy about him watching her, and her lower regions pinged as she saw his expression. She looked over all of him her gaze falling lastly on his cock–large, thick, and twitching. Her inner muscles contracted at the sight of him. Hard. For her.
He teased the head of his penis around her clitoris, holding it with one hand as he circled the bud. Jillian opened her mouth to get more air as she melted into hot lava, her juices now dripping from her desire. She lifted her hips again, panting now. She needed him to enter her. Now, or she was going to explode. Heat was building where his penis pressed against her, rising up right to her throat and making her struggle to breathe.
At long last, he plunged his length into her, moving his hips forward so that she sucked in his whole length. He released a growl as he did so, and rubbed his hands downwards along her inner thighs, pushing them even wider, so he could see as he pulled out of her, his cock shiny with her juice as he pulled it almost to the rim, then thrust it back in.
Jillian felt her insides burn with pleasure as he slid in and out. Slow and longs stokes at first, then gaining speed. He filled her inside, gliding on and off deliciously heightened nerves, his cock hit the top of her as he pounded, it was an erotic pain–piling layers of pleasure on top of pleasure.
Maintaining his rhythm, he hooked his palms underneath the crook in her knees and lifted them. Moving to her ankles he stretched her legs out, gripping her ankles and pushing them backwards. Jillian was grateful for being supple as her legs moved apart. She saw the pleasure on his face as her pelvis lifted naturally in her new position, providing him with a clear, bird’s eye view of her pussy swallowing his cock.
She had never been so consumed by someone. His brow furrowed, pure lust in his eyes as he stared at her. She reached for him, clutching at the solid muscle on his thighs. He placed two fingers on either side of her clit and slid them up and down along its edge, masturbating her while he gyrated his dick in and out. Every inward thrust combined with the white hot ball of desire on her button liquidized her insides and her head began to spiral wildly–on each exhale she cried out, closer to the brink.
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, he slipped out of her, cock still rock hard and balls taut below it.
“Turn over,” he growled. With shock, she almost did as he said, so completely in the moment. Remembering just in time, Jillian simply raised her pelvis to him with a small moan, as if asking him not to stop rather than doing as he asked. It was close, she had almost lost her head. He realized that she didn’t know what he’d told her, so he lowered her legs and used one, strong arm to flip her over. He grabbed her hips and lifted her ass to the air, so that she was on her hands and knees.
With total ease, he pulled her so that she was on the edge of the bed and then stood behind her, massaging her clit for a moment before entering her once more. From this angle, his penis felt even bigger and she felt sexiness pouring out of places she wasn’t even aware of. He moved her on and off him by gripping her ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly.
She felt his balls slap against the top of her pussy as he rode, and she had to lower her elbows and claw at handfuls of the fur bedding as her arms began to give
way. All she could focus on was the rising orgasm inside of her as he gyrated. Starting at the top of her thighs and spreading like wild-fire up her belly and into every part of her.
She tried to hold on but his penis was expertly massaging her g-spot until she couldn’t take any more and burst, spinning into the first convulsions of her orgasm. She shook and shuddered, waves of pure pleasure drowning her, her genitals burning with release, her mouth open in a silent scream. He slowed down as her pussy clamped around his cock in spasms–allowing her twitches to slow before picking his pace back up.
Jillian’s breathing was labored, all her cells raw and alive with the glow of her release. For a while, Faron’s length moving inside her felt too sensitive, it was too much and she backed away from the knee-shuddering intensity.
He took the opportunity to spin her onto her back once again, and this time lay on top of her. Sliding inside, he remained motionless, though she felt the expectant quivering of his penis against her. Gently, he dipped his head and kissed her softly. The flickering light of the flames shone on her flushed cheeks and he touched them with the back of his hand in wonder at the varying colors of her flesh.
She wriggled underneath him, ready for more–wanting to please him as he’d pleased her. He smiled, understanding the language of their combined bodies better than words.
Faron began to move, grinding more than thrusting this time, and instantly she was ready to explode again, the friction of his pelvic bone stimulating her clit as his body rocked horizontally to hers. There was more romance in the position, the two locked eyes as eroticism sparked between them. Jillian met his upward grind with a downward push on her hips, letting him reach into the entire length of her. She stroked his ass cheeks which were full and firm, helping him continue his motion. His cock did not leave her g-spot, sliding over the place deliciously. She noticed that his pupils had dilated wide, too. He looked unbelievably gorgeous–staring down upon her. They kissed and breathed heavily into each other’s mouth. His scent was heady and sweet.
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