by Sabrina Kade
The first time? Am I already convinced there’s going to be a first time?
Hujun’s large hand cups one of my breasts, making me cry out in surprise.
Yes. Yes, there is going to be a first time.
I’m grinding against him as he deepens the kiss, loving every moment of it, but there is still something that seems wrong. Hujun looks cold. Tired. Worn out. And though he spoke about the madness when it came to killing, I’m not sure if this is it. Something isn’t right, but I’m too turned on to end it.
I’m worth it. I’m worth it. I’m fucking worth it.
I keep chanting these words in my head, along with focusing on the here and now because I’m terrified of what the later and earlier mean.
I push my tongue through Hujun’s lips, finding his scaled and forked masterpiece hidden within the folds, and I cannot help brushing against it. It feels different. Alien and yet so fucking sexy I’m moaning into his mouth with need. I want more of this. I wish we could have gone back to the lair tonight, but I certainly don’t want to see one of those dilewilers again, especially when hungry.
Those things are fucking weird.
The kisses start to deepen until finally, Hujun pulls away. I’ve done something wrong.
“This is not right,” he mutters as my heart then promptly shatters to the floor.
“What’s not right?”
“We are covered in blood. It feels as though I am sharing you with others.” He frowns. “The scents of those I have killed is too strong.”
“Want to wash off?”
He shakes his head. What’s wrong? I want to ask him, but I’m too afraid of ruining the moment.
“Ellis,” he says, bringing me closer to his face. “It is not you.”
“Of course not.”
“You are wonderful,” he urges on. “I just… I need more time.”
More. Time. Always. More. Fucking. Time.
My lady boner quickly dies.
“You are no longer aroused,” Hujun notes all too obviously.
“Can you blame me?” I’m desperately trying not to come across as a pouty brat, but I’m getting pretty sick and tired of the mind games. “You just told me I’m worth it. You acted like you wanted me. You brought me back here.” Tears threaten to fall, but I’m so embarrassed now that I can’t help myself. “You realize I have feelings, right?”
He hisses lowly. “I am more than aware of that. I think… there is more—”
“More what?” I gasp, pushing off his chest. “When it comes to anything physical, you immediately get turned off. Seriously, Hujun. Is it because you think I’m ugly?”
“That is not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“What bothers you more than anything in the galaxy?”
“Lies.” My answer is immediate, and Hujun flinches back. My mind reels. “Have you been lying to me? About your attraction to me?”
He shakes his head. “No. I am attracted to you, Ellis.”
“Then what?” I snap. “What? What are you lying about? What are you keeping from me?”
He sighs, his massive shoulders rising and falling as though he’s trying to remove the entire planet of Hethdiss from them.
“What are you lying about, Hujun?” I ask again. I lean closer as he tries to look away. “What are you lying about?”
“It…”
“What are you lying about?”
My heart picks up. I’m partially aroused but mostly pissed off. He’s lying to me. Again. Even though he knows I hate lies more than anything in the world, he’s still fucking doing it.
“If you don’t tell me what you’re lying about, I’m leaving this tent. Again.”
“Tent?” he asks.
“What. Are. You. Lying. About?”
And at last, the gates open.
“This… was all a part of my plan, Ellis.” The words tumble from his lips, and I cock my head to the side, needing to hear more. “I knew about the dilewilers. We didn’t have to go through the forest so deeply, but I had to ensure we had a place to discard the bodies. And I knew outsiders would be watching. I had to make it seem as though you were upset with me. That’s why Drazal was acting cruelly. That’s why I was acting cruelly. It was all part of the plan. It needed to look like you were genuinely leaving us. Otherwise they wouldn’t attack.”
It’s the longest Hujun’s spoken to me, and it’s about the lies he’s told.
And though I’m angry – furious, actually, I can’t bring myself to leave.
“Part of a plan?” I ask him again, to see if he’s lying about anything else. He nods, shame written all over his large, usually stoic features. This truly hurts him. I don’t know whether to strangle him or stroke him off, but I’m still for now. “So Drazal doesn’t hate me?”
Hujun looks puzzled. “No,” he says at last. “He does not hate you.”
“And you don’t think I’m weak? All the stuff you said to me? Was it all just a ploy to get me pissed off? To get me to run off?”
“I had good intentions, but I should have never gone through with it. The words hurt so much I lost track of you. Losing you was not part of the plan, but the pale-haired one was so angry with my words, she attacked me. That’s when you disappeared into the dilewiler’s territory. It was a foolish mistake. One that could have cost you your life, and I have to say, I did not feel right accepting your affection unless you knew what a worthless male I am.”
Worthless? “Hujun, now you’ve gone too far. For reals.”
“I know, I am sorry—”
“No!” I yelp, situating myself between his two muscular thighs again. I press a hand against his chest and circle the other one behind his head. “I mean, don’t call yourself worthless. Never. If you say I’m worth it, then so are you. And yes, you lied, and I’m going to be mad at you for a few weeks, but that does not make you a worthless male. I know why you did it.”
“You do?”
“You wanted to protect me.”
The words sound funny on my tongue at first, but I welcome them when Hujun lifts his head and meets my eyes. There isn’t a smile on his lips, but I feel it in his expression nonetheless. He thinks I’m worth all of this.
Maybe I am.
He’s worth everything to me.
I lower my mouth, hoping he won’t turn away my kisses this time. There is nothing I want more.
“Is there anything else you’re lying about?”
“There is.” He swallows hard.
I try to keep an open mind.
After all, I’m falling in love with this scaled, stoic beast.
Hujun
I am prepared to lose everything after I tell the last part of my lie. Her touch. Her tenderness, her coldness and her warmth. I am too tired to keep lying to her. She needs to know. Otherwise, doubt will always seek to breed in her fragile mind. My Ellis is not a perfect woman but lies will only push her further away from that possibility. Besides, I do not want a perfect woman. I want Ellis. Because she is perfect for me. Not because I promised Prince Korben I would protect her. And not because she is small and vulnerable. She is perfect for me because I love her.
I Choose her.
And yet, I cannot utter these words until I know she is safe.
For now, I am satisfied kissing my Ellis like it is my last night to live. The scent of her arousal hits my nostrils like the strongest of spars in battle, and I long for more. I long for Ellis to completely understand how worthy she is. Never again do I want her to say she is not worth it. She is everything.
As though these feelings are not strong enough already, she reaches into my shorts and seizes my cock, eyes widening when I stare down at him.
“Merry fudging Christmas to me,” she says thickly. “I almost forgot how huge you are.”
“Are you sure you are not just small?”
She strokes her hand up and down the length of my cock several times as if testing this theory, but her smirk only grows more confident.
I remember all too well and immediately lock my lips together as she continues to work her hand up and down my cock, pulling it out from my shorts so it can stand at full attention. I’m chilled to the bone at this temperature, but with each soft ministration of my Ellis, I grow warmer. My cock loves this, lapping up her attention like a man starved in the fiercest blizzard and several beads of precum hit my crown.
“Oh my,” Ellis says huskily, making me ache for her. “You’re pretty excited, aren’t you?” When I don’t answer, she cocks an eyebrow. “You can speak,” she says in a softer, teasing tone.
“I have never been touched like this before.” There is no reason to hide this fact. I don’t think she minds. She may even like the idea of being the first to touch me. I know I am excited about it.
“And it doesn’t bother you, right?”
“What?”
Her eyes nervously meet mine. “I have been touched like this before. More times than I can count.” She blushes and lowers her chin as though ashamed. “Almost right in front of you.”
I snarl, grab her face and kiss her with more desperation than usual.
“I do not mind.” My voice is firm and slightly annoyed that she feels this is something she needs to be ashamed of. “Your past is your past, just like mine. I do not care. We are here together, yes?”
Her eyes water. “Here and now,” she whispers.
My heart swells. More exact words were never spoken. “Here and now.”
Our bodies come together, and I press my lips to hers, still enjoying the feel of her hand around my cock. She’s stroking me off between the kisses, and though I wish I had the strength to tell her to stop so I can focus on her, I am only so strong. This feels entirely too good. And there will be time for me to take my Chosen if all goes well tomorrow.
Ellis feels good in my arms, but I want to feel a bit more in control, so despite my cock’s desperate pleas, I start to maneuver Ellis on her back, keeping our lips locked. She is fascinated with my tongue, unable to stop touching it with her own, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it as well. Ellis’ is quite strange to me. There is only one tip and no scales, and hers is so short I think I could hug it with mine, but I don’t dare try. We are still learning about each other, and I don’t want to push. When I finally pull my mouth away from hers and our eyes meet, we’re both wild with lust and intensity.
“And now,” I say, hoping I don’t sound like a fool. “I am going to kiss you some more.”
“I’d like that.” She smiles as I dip down to her mouth.
Our mouths come together again, and once more she continues to play with my tongue. It is a weird sensation, of course, but not altogether unpleasant, and I enjoy the feel. Her skin is soft under my touch, and though her breasts are so small that I could take both of them in one hand, they are full and smell amazing. I want to taste them, and growing daring, I rip the top off her head, so I can see them exposed.
I swallow hard. They are shaped like a Sidyth woman’s, but genuinely alien to me. Soft and brown with tips that remind me of nubby taya seeds. I wonder if they taste as sweet, and suddenly realize I’m staring long and hard at her. I want to make sure she does not doubt herself, and when I feel confident, I take a chance and lower my mouth to the hardening bud.
“You are incredible,” I whisper. “These …”
“Nipples.” Her voice sounds strangled, but the scent of arousal is like the most expensive of perfumes. I notice little bumps all over her skin, and excited by this, I continue to kiss the taya seeds – or nipples, as Ellis calls them. I do not need her to touch me anymore. She has stroked my cock, that is enough for now.
This here? This is for Ellis.
An apology for lying to her. An apology for underestimating her.
A mistake I will never make again.
Ellis arches her back against the blanket I’ve settled on the earth, making throaty little noises I’ve never heard a woman make for me before. I’ve listened to both Prince Korben’s and Azan’s mates make similar mewling sounds, but I never thought I could make a human woman cry out like this. Ellis makes me feel confident and secure, and I want to give her more and more of what I can offer. I am somewhat hesitant because of her size, but I no longer doubt she wants me.
I certainly will never doubt my body’s need for her again.
Fascinated by her breasts, I spread my legs on either side of her as though perched over a kill, and on her back, she stares up at me, wild and lust filled. It is enough to make my cock twitch, and as though trying to satisfy her needs and mine, I reach down and cup those breasts once again. That throaty sound pierces my ears again. She looks small beneath me, but not the least bit frightened.
“May I taste you, Ellis?” The words leave my mouth without permission, but I don’t feel right just taking what I want because it’s spread before me. I have learned the scent of arousal does not always mean the woman wants to mate.
I must get permission from the mind and the body before I continue.
She licks her lips. They’re soft and pink. I long to lean down and kiss her some more, but I merely wait. Patient and hopeful for her response. If she turns me away now, I would be hurt but understanding. My Ellis is strong, but she is also fragile. And she has gone through a lot today. I am hoping this will be the hardest passing of the suns she will have to experience for the rest of her life. After this, I will protect her.
Not because Prince Korben told me to.
Because I want to.
“Did you hear me, Hujun?”
I glance down, ashamed I have missed her answer. Shaking my head, I expect her to lash out, but she only smiles beneath me, situated between my thighs.
“I said, you poopsicle, nothing would make me happier.”
I cannot contain my excitement. My sack tightens, but I do not want to spill my seed on her. Not yet. That would indeed be shameful.
“Where would you like me to taste you?” I feel like I am rushing, but I want to give Ellis at least some pleasure before I lose control. I find arousal is entirely too similar to the madness, and there is nothing I want more than to give in. To follow my primal instincts and press my nose between her thighs and make her scream out my name as though I am royalty.
But I am too afraid of the similarities. I will not frighten her.
“Taste me… here.” She motions toward those beautiful brown buds on the tips of her breasts, and my heart rate picks up.
She does not have to ask me twice as I hungrily lean in and start tasting the sweet seeds. Ellis tastes almost as beautiful as she smells, and I feel myself losing control. I’m following the madness that is my desire for Ellis, and my mouth quickly abandons her breasts, wanting more. I want to taste the skin between her breasts – one of the few places she is not soft. I kiss her wrists and fingertips. She gasps and writhes, but I gently keep her pinned down, letting her know in a hushed whisper that if she wants me to stop, all she has to do is ask.
“Not asking.”
My mouth quirks up, wanting to smile, but I cannot bring the expression to the surface. I need more. I lean back down and start kissing the soft flesh above where a sprog could fill one day, bracing my hands against her hipbones as the rest of my body cries out from the awkward angle. I slide down on my belly.
“Oh, God!” Ellis squeals, pushing violent and frantic hands through my hair.
“What? Are you hurt?”
“No! That feels amazing! Don’t stop!”
“Greedy human,” I tease, moving my attention back down to her stomach and hips. I allow my tongue to dance across the skin, surprised it’s even softer and more sensitive than the skin on her breasts. I continue lowering my head until I reach the top of her skirt and lift my head with a slight frown on my face. “This fabric is in my way.”
“Move it then,” she says in a challenging voice.
“Can’t
you?”
She giggles slightly. “You do it. Remember, I’m mad at you.”
A low hiss escapes my mouth, but one that only makes Ellis laugh as she helps me remove the slip of fabric covering her most enjoyable parts. She’s bare there, too. I believe Azan mentioned the women received something to keep them smooth, but her cunt doesn’t quite look right. There should be something covering her slit, but I am not sure what.
“Are you going to look or keep tasting?” Ellis asks, pretending to pout as she spreads her legs wider.
The universe opens up along with her thighs because I swear I see the light of the ancestor’s fatherland when my eyes fall upon the magic nestled there. Her pussy is there before me, open and ready and gleaming like a gloss on a sweet banbask. I lick my lips, unsure if I am allowed to taste the cream building there, but Ellis grabs my head and pulls it down between her thighs.
“You’re allowed,” she says as though she’s read my mind.
And then I lick.
“Fudge!” she screams. “The… you…”
I dare to feel confident and steal a glimpse at her despite her strange word. I’ve never heard of a human deity called Fudge before. “Does that feel good?”
“Bet your ass it does. Please. Hujun. Don’t stop. I don’t think you realize the magic you have in there. One lick and I’m about to…” she trails off and falls back against the blankets with heavy shudders. “Keep going. Please. I’m begging you. Don’t stop.”
My cock throbs at the loss of control in her voice. Whatever I am doing, she seems to like, and once I remember what I did in the first place, I lean back down and lick the length of her exposed slit. She screams once more, tightening her thighs around my head, but it is an exquisite pain I welcome openly. Everything reminds me of the madness; only except of growing excited by the scent and sight of blood, I am growing excited by more cream appearing between Ellis’ thighs. She’s delicious, better than the best banbask cream in the most excellent bakeries in the fatherland, and I lap it up greedily, trying to keep up her production.
