by A. G. Wilde
Pushing forward, she grasped whatever she could, and something pulsed underneath her hand.
Oh shit.
Ajos groaned again and Kerena’s hand flew off him so fast, she almost fell backward.
That hadn’t been his leg she’d grabbed. “Hurry,” Ajos groaned. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she pushed forward, closing the distance between her and the edge, and climbed out of the hole.
She took a moment to release a triumphant breath before she turned and shone the light down into the hole.
Ajos swung hard and slammed his spear into the wall. Using the weapon as leverage, he hoisted himself on it as he folded his body and reached for the top of the hole.
He did it with such ease, she was impressed, but as soon as he looked her way he froze again.
Those dark eyes were on her again.
“Keh-reh-nah.” He twisted his leg from the clasp of a satchel he’d tied around a nearby tree and swung his lower body into the hole.
The only thing holding him up now was that one hand buried into the ground at the top of the hole.
“I am going to give you my spear,” he said through gritted teeth. “Take it. Run. Do not fall or cut yourself. I’ll contact V’Alen. He will find you.”
He was warning her again, and as the spear landed at her feet, she stared at it.
He really expected her to go off on her own after what she’d discovered about the forest?
Could he be that bad? That indisposed?
“Run, Keh-reh-nah.” His voice was so deep now, he sounded like a demon rising from the depths of hell and with dark eyes like his, he fit the image in her head. But his growl only made her freeze even more.
A roar left his lips that finally kicked her head into gear.
“Run!”
As Ajos hoisted himself from the hole, Kerena felt fear shoot through her bones.
Her body reacted before her mind caught up and she was dashing through the night, with only the light from her communicator as her guide.
Somewhere behind her, she heard another roar, and it made fear go deep into her bones.
Ajos sounded like an animal, like something she’d read about in a fairytale—not at all like the gentle alien who’d held her when she’d passed out from lack of oxygen.
Not at all like the alien who’d brought her a mattress and a blanket…
Not like the alien who’d given her his bed to sleep in.
Those thoughts made her pause and Kerena stopped running.
Her heart hammered into her chest as she turned to look back in the direction of the hole.
She could hear the faint sound of vegetation crashing down and she blinked rapidly at the darkness.
She was pretty sure that had been the sound of a tree falling.
Kerena swallowed hard.
Ajos was in trouble.
She couldn’t leave him like that.
She knew what he was telling her to run from…she knew what he wanted to do…
Yet, her feet turned, and she began moving once more—toward the alien that had said that he wanted to bury his alien cock deep inside her…
For a moment, she paused again at that thought, her fists clenching and unclenching as she fought with herself.
She was crazy…but a part of her still pushed forward.
A part of her was a crazy botanist whose best friends were plants and whose curiosity ruled her mind.
Another part of her was just a lonely chick who couldn’t deny that she was interested in this tall, minty-teal alien.
And, well, another part of her couldn’t deny that deep down…she wanted this.
21
Ajos struggled against the tree trunk, perspiration dampening his skin.
His fists clenched and unclenched behind him.
He’d used the only thing he could find to tie his arms together behind his back—the bands of the satchel. But even though they held his arms fast, that didn’t stop the heat from making his body pressed with tension.
All he wanted to do was to go after her.
His body was straining, his muscles bunching as he pulled against the tree.
He knew she was running—away from him—but everything in his being wanted him to break free and give chase.
He could only hope that she got far enough away before the tree trunk, or the straps that held him, broke and he was released.
He could only hope…
Ajos turned his face upward, his eyes on the starry sky as another loud roar left his lips.
He was being tormented.
Every bone in his body, every fiber, called out for Keh-reh-nah.
He finally understood now what the gods had been doing.
They’d cursed him.
They’d cursed him with a bond he’d never be able to fulfill.
He wasn’t meant to be a mate. Not after failing his basic duty.
Not after Nama had died in his care.
Ajos groaned, a tortured sound coming from his lips.
His nefre pulsed and he closed his eyes as another surge went through him.
He could still smell Keh-reh-nah’s sweet, sweet scent. A smell he’d never scented before—and one he’d never forget.
And…he wanted more.
More than anything, he wanted to bury his face deeper into her sweet softness.
Without knowing what she’d been doing, she’d rubbed herself over his face and it had taken all he had to not tighten his arms across her waist and hold her there so he could delve deep into her slit with his tongue.
Another tortured groan ripped through him at the thought and his muscles bunched and flexed.
Qef.
Qef!
“Ajos?”
Time stood still.
No.
Ajos froze, not daring to open his eyes.
“Ajos.” He heard her move closer and the light was suddenly shone in his face. She gasped a little and that made him stiffen even more.
For her to see him like this…in this state…what would she think?
But worse than that…what the qef was she doing here?!
“Keh-reh-nah,” he growled.
He’d told her to run.
He’d told her to get away.
He couldn’t…control himself. Especially not with her this close.
He struggled against the tree. Against his will, his body trying to free itself.
He could scent her, even from the distance away from him, he could scent her again.
“Keh-reh-nah,” he begged, the last of his sanity pleading with her, “run. Go away from here.”
“No.”
Her voice sounded closer.
She wasn’t listening.
She was stubborn.
“You don’t know the danger—”
“Let me help you.”
Ajos froze again, his throat working as he opened his eyes to look at her.
She was cast in the shadows, but he could still see enough to tell that her skin was still mostly bare, the paleness displayed for him to see.
“Let me help you,” she repeated.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for. You don’t want this…” Was all he could say because his breath hitched in his throat.
She was moving forward now, closer, and he could see more of her.
She was doing something.
She was taking something from her waist, a flower and what looked like her clothing, and she rested them to the side.
“I think I do…”
No, she didn’t.
She didn’t understand.
“I don’t have a fever, Keh-reh-nah. I told you I—”
Another groan erupted from him as she stepped even closer.
He could hardly concentrate, and it took everything in him to not let the thoughts overtake him.
He had to remain in control.
He couldn't turn into the animal the heat wanted him to become.
“You want to have sex with me,�
�� she paused. “And I want to have sex with you.”
The words dropped in the air and he could only stare at her as she moved closer.
“I want you too…” Her words stunned him.
He didn’t know what to say.
She didn’t understand.
If he even tasted her once, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to let her go—EVER.
But she was upon him now, and all thoughts left his head.
All he could see was her strangely beautiful face and all he could smell was her sweet, sweet essence.
She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and that one movement, the feel of her against him, almost had him spilling his seed.
She leaned into him then, and closed her mouth over his. The groan that rumbled from him could have shaken the ground around them.
Keh-reh-nahhhhh.
He struggled to wrap his hands around her, to pull her closer so he could taste her some more, but he’d tied his hands too well.
Another groan rumbled from him and he twisted his hands, desperate to pull her closer.
The feel of her against his thighs, the taste of her on his lips, the scent of her in his nostrils…his nefre pulsed with jubilation and his cock surged.
She felt so good…too good. He felt himself surge again only to grind against her center.
A whimper left her lips.
She was soft there, so soft. So different from Shum’ai females who had a cartilage casing within their genital pouch. That casing only disappeared when the female was in heat.
But Keh-reh-nah was just pure softness. He could feel it even through his garments.
Her hands clasped either side of his cheeks as her smooth tongue flicked over his lips and Ajos groaned again.
He’d never experienced anything like this before, this strange movement of the lips in harmony, but it was so qeffing good. Such a simple touch, yet it sent such strong shock waves through him.
“Keh-reh-nah,” he managed to say against her lips. “What are you doing? You don’t want this.”
He didn’t know what he would do if she agreed that he was right. Not now. Not after tasting her. If she suddenly released herself from him and walked away, he would go insane.
Her breath came out in a pant as she pulled her head away and looked him in the eyes. Ajos studied her in the darkness.
He couldn’t quite understand the expression on her face.
“I want it. I’m sure,” she said, as her gaze fell to his lips once more before slipping farther down his body.
Her gaze stopped only when it landed at the junction of her thighs with his.
She was looking at him and he felt his cock pulse at the attention, partially extruding in anticipation, preseed seeping from his tip.
Keh-reh-nah licked her lips as she slipped her hands in the waist of his trousers and as he eased up his hips and allowed her to pull them down, she paused.
“Ajos…” she breathed, and as if hypnotized, she reached forward and brushed her finger over the tip of his cock.
Preseed seeped from the tip immediately as a groan shuddered through him.
He was glad he’d tied himself down.
If not, she’d be on her back and he’d be pounding her into the ground beneath them.
A feral growl left him, his need moving past that line of control he’d fought so hard to keep it behind.
He didn’t want to scare Keh-reh-nah, especially not now, but when her eyes met his, there wasn’t fear there.
What he saw was anticipation.
She caressed his entire genital pouch and another groan rumbled through him as his hips bucked toward her touch. As she ran her finger up the slit in his pouch, his cock extruded fully to meet her, eager for her touch.
She gasped a little, her throat moving at the sight of him, and his cock pulsed again.
Was she scared of it?
He knew he must be different from human males…but Keh-reh-nah took him in her hand, her fingers running up the length of him.
It was too much. The heat too strong.
He bucked against her, a climax catching him unexpectedly, and with a roar that would have scared the night creatures, had there been any around them, he spilled in her hand.
Emotion surged through him, but that one release felt like the tip of the iceberg.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
Keh-reh-nah’s eyes widened as she watched the streams of his seed run down her hand.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered, “harder even.”
He pulsed in her hand again and she raised her eyes to look at him.
“Keh-reh-nah,” he groaned. “Come to me.”
To his surprise, she released him and rose over him again.
Looking up at her, she looked like a goddess come down to meet him, and his cock jerked to slap against his stomach as she settled over him once more.
She was panting, her breaths coming hard, and with one hand, she slipped her strange undergarment to the side.
He saw her genital pouch then. There was a slit in the middle, soft lips to the sides, and a strange bud within.
Her fingers spread those lips, exposing the little bud even further and Ajos watched, transfixed, as she lowered herself.
That deep sound must be him rumbling, but it was at the back of his mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Softness and a deep warmth filled the base of his cock as she settled her heat over the backside of his length.
Ajos’ eyes rolled back in his head and he heard her moan at the contact of their sexes.
How the qef did she feel so good when he wasn’t even inside her yet?
Grasping his shoulders, Keh-reh-nah brought her head forward, sealing her mouth over his as she began grinding against him, running her soft heat over the entirety of his length and back.
Qef.
His cock pulsed again as he watched her. He couldn’t take his eyes away.
Keh-reh-nah moaned as she picked up the pace, rubbing herself against his hardness, and the hitch in her breath as she joined mouths with his once again was almost too much.
She was getting pleasure from this, so much pleasure, he could see it on her face for, unlike her, he was unable to close his eyes.
Never had he seen or heard of a Shum’ai female doing this, taking charge of her own pleasure, and just watching Keh-reh-nah use his body, riding that wave to ecstasy, made his cock pulse so hard there was a chance he would black out.
Her brow was twisted in a frown as she gripped him tighter, her tongue flicking against his as her heat cloaked his own.
She was making soft whimpering sounds against his lips as she began to grind harder, her hips bucking as she rubbed her soft bud up and down his length.
“Keh-reh-nah,” he rasped.
She pulled away from his lips, her eyes finally opening to meet his, and she whimpered again, her mouth falling open into an O as she looked down at her softness gliding over him.
There was moisture there, a slick wetness that filled the air with her scent.
Her face twisted some more, as she screamed his name.
“Ajos, I’m coming!” She gripped him tight as her body jerked, and stiffened, her entire form trembling.
His own climax crashed through him, depositing seed between them.
“Fuck,” he heard her murmur as her head fell against his shoulder. “Fuck,” she panted again.
“Keh-reh-nah?”
“You came?” she whispered.
She seemed surprised, as if it was something to wonder about.
Of course, he came, how could he not have?
“But you’re still hard.” Yes, because he wanted more.
She was still panting and a few shudders went through her.
She grasped his shaft then, her fingers wrapping around him, and he pulsed underneath her hand.
“You’re still burning up…”
Yes, with a fire that could consume her. Onl
y now, he was afraid for her to leave.
He wanted her too much.
Rising over him, she positioned his cock beneath her as she lowered herself, grimacing a little as his head met her entrance.
So warm and inviting. The muscles in his arms bunched as he tried to release himself so he could reach for her.
There was resistance. Her softness did not want to let him in, and he brought his worried gaze to her face.
She was still lowering slowly, her bottom lip bitten between her small teeth as she stared down at him, and when the head of his shaft popped past that resistance, she threw her head back with a moan. “Oh God…” she whispered. Thank the gods indeed. He would suffer for eternity, if only to relive this moment over and over again. She settled over him slowly, allowing herself to adjust to his size. Inch by inch, she slid his shaft within her, and it took everything in him not to push along with her movement. Only the fear of somehow harming her kept the need to surge forward in check.
The softness of her buttocks settled against his thighs, and only then did she open her eyes again.
“Fuck me, Ajos.”
A roar left him as he reached for her and was surprised when his hands settled around her waist.
Realization hit that somehow, as she’d taken him, he’d strained against the straps so much that he’d broken them apart.
Mild surprise passed over her features as he gripped her but that look soon changed to pure ecstasy.
His hands found the curve of her hips easily and he held her steady.
“Hold on, little one.”
A whimper left her as she complied just before he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt and Keh-reh-nah cried out above him.
Her body jerked with each thrust, the mounds on her chest bouncing as he exited and entered her once, twice, three times until he didn’t know where she ended and where he began.
There was a slick wetness running down his shaft and he didn’t know if it was from him or her, and he didn’t care.
Wet squelching sounds filled the air and his cock slid in her channel and he moved one of his hands so he could touch her there, on that soft little bud within her sex.
She cried out when his fingers made contact and that sound alone made his seed sack swell. Another climax was coming, one that shot through him with such intensity that he was momentarily blinded.
Qef. It was a double climax.
