by Luna Voss
“No, the ones we carry when we travel with pack animals are much nicer,” he replies. He hesitates. “This one is only intended for one person. It is a good thing you are small. Two Kyrzons would never fit inside.”
Once he’s finished setting up the tent, Ragga collects a bundle of sticks and then goes about creating a fire. Finally, he fetches me from where I’m tied to the stake, and leads me over to the fire to sit with him.
It’s almost completely dark. The night is growing colder, and even with my fur cloak, I’m glad for the warmth of the fire.
I’m even more glad when, without me even asking him to, Ragga begins to untie my hands.
“I guess you don’t think I’m an escape risk anymore?” I can’t resist teasing him.
“Don’t do anything to change my mind,” he growls.
I throw back my head, rolling my eyes to the stars. “Oh, will you lighten up? I’m not going to run away. We have a tent here, and a warm fire. And food, I hope?” I say, my stomach grumbling.
Ragga allows himself to smile, bundling up the leather cord and putting it into his satchel. “Yes, I have food. Here.”
He hands me more nuts and dried meat, as well as a little hunk of something white.
“What’s this?” I ask, poking it.
“Tusk-ox cheese,” he says.
“Tusk-ox cheese?”
“Tusk-ox cheese. Do humans not eat cheese?”
I frown. “No, we don’t,” I say. “But I’ve heard of it. In movies from Earth.”
He looks confused. “Movies from Earth?” he repeats.
“Never mind. This is a kind of meat?”
“No, we make it from the milk of the tusk-ox.”
Huh. I hadn’t even considered that the Kyrzons might consume tusk-ox milk. Another interesting detail about their way of life. I nibble on the cheese. It’s not my favorite food I’ve ever eaten, but it isn’t bad. It has a creamy, grassy flavor that I could see myself getting used to.
The two of us eat together in silence, enjoying the warmth of the fire.
“Are these typical Kyrzon meals?” I ask when I’m finished eating.
“We would be eating much better were we at home in Broga Territory,” he tells me. “In fact, we would be eating much better if I could hunt.”
“Why can’t you hunt?”
He shakes his head, smiling. “Because I have to keep track of a little human woman who keeps running away.”
“I’m not running away!” I all-but yell. “Seriously, Ragga, haven’t tried to do that since… since this morning,” I finish, realizing how unconvincing that sounds.
Ragga raises his eyebrows at me, and both of us laugh. In a weird kind of way, it’s a nice moment.
We spend some more time sitting by the fire, talking. Our conversation is pleasant, and I find myself really enjoying the rapport between us.
When it’s time to go to bed, Ragga extinguishes the fire, and we head into the tent. I feel my pulse getting faster as I pull off my cloak and we climb together under the thick tusk-bear fur blanket.
Chapter Fourteen
Ragga and I are very close together. My heart is racing with excitement. The idea that I’m supposed to fall asleep with this enormous hunk of taught muscle lying right next to me is ridiculous.
I shift positions under the blanket. I’m trying to be subtle, but my goal is to increase the contact between Ragga’s body and mine. I don’t really have a plan here, I just know that touching him makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Being this close to him creates that same stirring desire inside me that I experienced when he spanked me this morning.
Seriously, how am I supposed to fall asleep when I’m horny like this, and the object of my interest is right next to me?
I turn onto my side, facing away from Ragga. This does nothing to calm me down, only makes me miss touching him. I’m relieved when a few moments later, he turns onto his side too, facing the same direction as me. Our bodies touch, just lightly, and I know that Ragga feels it too. It can’t be an accident. It’s like we both know that we want to do more than just lie next to one another, but neither of us knows how to initiate it.
I scoot backwards, trying to be subtle. Slowly, I press my butt up against Ragga’s crotch.
I start to wiggle my butt around, going slow at first, and then increasing the intensity. He inhales sharply. Soon, I feel something hard pressing noticeably against my backside.
“Is that a sword I feel behind me?” I whisper to him, my tone teasing.
“No, I left my sword in my—” he starts to say back, and then stops himself abruptly, getting it.
I press my butt back into him harder, grinding against his obviously-hard cock. He lets out a groan.
“What are you doing?” he whispers.
“Nothing,” I whisper back innocently, feeling his shaft find a comfortable place between my cheeks through our multiple layers of clothing.
Just barely, the Kyrzon warrior starts to buck his hips against me. Satisfaction rushes through me. I win. I grind my ass against his bulge, and he starts to push himself against me harder, his breathing getting faster.
Ragga exhales loudly, almost a growl. His hands move to my hips, and he starts thrusting himself against me, no longer being remotely subtle. I can feel his breath against my ear, and hear the little grunts of pleasure starting to break through.
My excitement mounts as the great, muscular alien starts to lose control. His hands begin to explore, creeping under my tunic, finding my breasts. I gasp as his fingers close around one of my nipples, squeezing it, basically sending an electric signal straight to my pussy to get wet.
“Yes,” I whisper as I feel his hand start to slip down the front of my pants. His fingers trace through my curls and land between my thighs, finding my wetness. His fingers tease my opening, creating a powerful urge deep inside me to be filled.
Ragga starts to grunt with pleasure as he thrusts himself against my rear end. I let out a moan of my own as the tip of his finger slips inside me. I buck my hips against his hand, wanting him to go deeper.
I’m so ready to have more than just his fingers inside me.
Desperate to have more of him, I reach behind me, searching for his crotch. My hand finds his shaft, and I grip it through his pants, stroking it. I hear his breathing quicken.
My heart pumps with excitement, and I fumble with his clothes, finally succeeding in finding the front of his pants. I stick my hand inside, and when it finds his shaft, I’m amazed at how warm and soft it feels.
And how big.
I’m pretty sure human males aren’t hung like that.
I’m not sure a tusk-ox is hung like that.
And as small and inexperienced as I am, I can’t find a single reason in the world to complain.
Maybe I’m just crazy with horniness right now, but the idea of him stretching me open with that enormous cock sounds absolutely marvelous.
Lucky for me, Ragga seems to agree. He lets out an animal growl, tugging my pants down to my thighs.
“Fuck this,” he snarls. “I need to have you. I need to make you mine.”
I feel giddy as he pulls down his own pants behind me. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this.
Ragga positions his cock between my legs, and I inhale as I feel the warm skin of his shaft nudge against my butt. He feels so big and hard.
I can’t wait to find out what he feels like inside me.
I moan out loud as he starts to slide his cock up and down my opening, coating himself with my wetness.
“Please, I want to feel you inside me,” I whimper.
Ragga wraps one arm around me and uses his other hand to guide the head of his cock in between my pussy lips. My whole body tenses up in anticipation.
Red-hot pleasure sears through me as he starts to push himself inside. He feels fucking enormous, like he’s going to split me open. It kind of hurts, but in a good way.
A very, very, very good way.
“Ragga,
you’re so big,” I gasp as he continues to push his shaft inside me. I can feel my body stretching to accept him, making room for the girth of his enormous alien appendage.
“Then we’ll just have to stretch you open for me,” Ragga growls. “We’ll have to make some room in this tight little human cunt for my big Kyrzon cock.”
I cry out as he pushes his shaft in as far as it can go, and then pulls back for another thrust. The second one is almost as intense as the first, a stinging pleasure surging through me.
As Ragga’s thrusting grows more fervent, the stinging fades, and all that’s left is pure pleasure. The experience is so intense that I can barely think. All my attention is on the way the giant Kyrzon behind me is stretching me open with his huge cock.
“Your human body is so tight for me,” he growls. “Such a perfect little thing for me to sink my cock into. I can’t wait to put a baby in that belly of yours.”
Fuuuuck. That turns me on so much it’s ridiculous. The idea of him coming inside me and making me pregnant with his alien baby makes me want to climax right now.
Which, in fact, I do. I let out a throaty yell as an orgasm surges through me, each stroke of his cock bringing the pleasure to a greater height. I focus on the way his shaft feels inside me, his bare skin sliding in and out of me with no protection. I think about him having an orgasm of his own, and seeding my fertile womb with his cum.
I hear Ragga’s grunts in my ear as he starts thrusting faster. His hands move to my torso, pushing up my shirt, and he gropes my chest possessively, helping himself to handfuls of my soft breasts as he fucks my pussy.
His grunting gets louder and louder as my orgasm dies down, and soon, I start to fade straight into another one, the mounting pleasure signaling the onset of another climax. This one is even more intense than the first, and I straight-up scream as it hits me, my body convulsing. Ragga puts his hand over my mouth, continuing to thrust, and I finish my orgasm in delirious silence as he keeps enjoying my body.
“Tell me you’re going to take my seed in your little cunt,” he growls, taking his hand off of my mouth. “Tell me you’re going to let me come inside you and make you pregnant with my baby.”
“You’re going to come inside me,” I moan, overcome with pleasure. “I want it. Please Ragga, I want you to cum inside me and make me pregnant!”
He roars, squeezing me tightly, and I feel his cock start to twitch. Spurt after spurt of warm, sticky cum pumps into me. I moan, overcome with pleasure, feeling his seed splash against my womb. He clings to me as his climax fades, his cock still twitching.
We lie there together, both of us panting, neither of us saying anything. He’s still inside me, and I can feel his cum starting to leak out around his shaft.
I feel dirty, but amazingly content.
Also, wow, never in my life have I experienced wanting to get pregnant like that.
The alien behind me plants a kiss on my neck, and then pulls me closer to him. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against me.
This has been one hell of a day.
Chapter Fifteen
I wake up the next morning in the tent next to Ragga. He’s lying on his back with his arm around me, and I’m curled up against him with my head on his chest. I feel comfortable and warm in a way I never could have imagined I would in a Kyrzon tent in the middle of the wilderness.
Next to me, Ragga stirs. I glance at his face, and see him open his eyes. He sees me and smiles.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
“Good morning,” says Ragga.
I won’t deny that things are a little awkward. I’ve never woken up next to a man before, and I get the feeling that the experience is new for Ragga as well.
We climb out of the tent, and I pull back on my fur cloak as the cool morning air hits me.
“It’s so much colder around here,” I comment. “It never gets like this in Human Territory.”
“This planet has many climates,” Ragga tells me. “This area is always cold this time of year.”
Neither of us makes an effort to verbally address what happened between us last night. I can’t decide if that makes me feel awkward, or if I actually like it better that way. I have no idea what I would say to Ragga if the topic did come up. I don’t even entirely know how I feel about it yet.
All I do know is that mating with Ragga last night made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Things that I want to feel again.
Even if that means becoming pregnant with Ragga’s child.
…Especially if that means becoming pregnant with Ragga’s child.
That desire, barely hidden below the surface, rears its head suddenly, impossible to ignore. My mind flashes to the memory of Ragga groaning as his cock twitched inside me, emptying his seed against my womb. I can practically feel the sticky wetness of his cum inside me, and I realize suddenly that it isn’t just my imagination: now that I’m in a standing position, I feel something starting to trickle out of my pussy and down my thigh.
I excuse myself into the woods to pee, and sure enough, I discover a surprisingly large amount of Ragga’s sperm dribbling down my leg. I wipe it away, but soon, I feel more starting to leak out.
Oh well. I’ll live. Truth be told, going about my day with the feeling of Ragga’s cum leaking out of me is actually kind of hot. It’s like he’s marked his territory in the most intimate way possible.
When I return to the campsite, Ragga has already packed up our tent. “I thought we would hunt for some real food today,” he says, holding up the bow as I emerge from the woods.
* * *
It’s only as we’re creeping through the woods together, looking for game, that I realize Ragga hasn’t even tried to tie up my hands this morning.
I guess I’ve earned his trust?
Probably better not to mention it.
“Over there, look,” Ragga whispers, pointing into the trees.
I turn, squinting, and see a flock of birds with thick, furry feathers. They look similar to the chickens we farm in New Sutter, only a bit more robust. As I peer closer, I accidentally step on a branch. The group of birds startles at the sound, and they immediately fly off, squawking loudly.
“Sorry,” I whisper, abashed.
“It’s all right,” says Ragga. “You’re new at this. Just try to be quiet, and keep your eye out for animals.”
A little while later, we come upon another flock of birds. Ragga gestures to me silently, and then he pulls out the bow and nocks an arrow.
With a twang, he releases the bowstring, and the arrow shoots into the ground mere inches from one of the birds. They all squawk and fly off, just like they did before.
Ragga sighs, shaking his head. “I never was one for archery,” he tells me, looking disappointed. “Always been better with a sword. I can’t believe I missed that.”
I nuzzle him, feeling affectionate. “I’m sure you’ll get the next one!”
He looks at me, and his face softens. Ragga hesitates for a moment, and then pulls me into a kiss. As our lips meet, a warm, happy feeling floods over me, and I realize that this is the first time I’ve ever kissed a man.
It feels nice. Really nice.
Ragga breaks the kiss, and his face lingers next to mine, our cheeks touching.
“What was that for?” I ask, my face flushed.
He looks a little embarrassed. “I like having you around,” says Ragga simply, suddenly unable to meet my eyes.
* * *
It takes a while longer of us picking our way through the woods before we find another flock of birds.
“Are these the only animals there are to hunt in this part of Kyrzon?” I whisper to Ragga as we creep through the trees toward them.
“No,” he replies ominously, “but they’re the only animals that aren’t going to hunt us back.”
Ragga nocks another arrow and aims his bow. He releases, and his arrow flies narrowly past the flock of birds without drawing their attention.
“Dammit,” he grunts under his breath. “I was so close that time.”
“Can I try?” I ask, eyeing the wooden bow. Now that I’ve left New Sutter, I may as well learn some survival skills.
Ragga seems to think about it for a moment, and then he smiles. “Sure,” he says, handing it to me. “I’ll show you how.”
He puts his hands on me, guiding me gently and showing me how to stand as I hold the weapon.
“Now, normally you’d have a leather guard on your forearm to stop the string from snapping against it, but right now, we’ll have to do without,” he whispers to me, positioning my hand on the bow’s wooden shaft. “When you pull back the string, you want to do it just like this, tensing your back muscles at the end of the pull. Yeah, just like that. You’re a natural.”
My muscles strain as I pull back the bowstring. It takes an effort just to stop myself from letting go of it.
“Good,” says Ragga, examining my form approvingly. “You actually look better than a lot of Kyrzons do when they first take up the bow. Okay, so now, you want to find an anchor point on your face for the string to touch. I like to use the corner of my mouth, just like this.” He repositions my hand holding the bowstring slightly, until it’s just barely touching my cheek, right next to my mouth. My arm quivers as I feel the string cutting into my fingers.
“Now, you can actually release a lot of the tension in that hand and forearm,” Ragga whispers. “Use the rest of your body to keep the string back. Good, now try aiming the arrow just a little below your target. Just like that. When you’re ready, you can release the string. After you fire, you want to keep the weapon pointing directly at your target all the way until it hits.”
I try to keep all of his instructions in my mind, my arrow trained just slightly below the bird I want to shoot.
With an exhalation, I release the arrow.
