Kazan

by Starr Huntress

  They were tall and slender, and their sharp facial features were topped not by hair, but by two long extensions of flesh resembling tails, which fell down from the back of their heads to their butts. Also, they were absolutely sex-crazed. Rumor had it they could pop out a kid every three weeks or so, and their bodies were always in some type of crazy hormone fever.

  When one of them noticed me looking, she allowed a smile onto her purple lips, her red eyes immediately locking on mine. She whispered something to her friends, adjusted the ridiculously small top covering her large breasts, and sauntered toward me.

  “You gonna buy me a drink?” she asked me, her voice song-like. The extensions on her head undulated slightly as she spoke, letting me know that she was interested.

  Shrugging, I pointed at the counter with my thumb. There, six more shot glasses had been lined up by the bartender, who I was pretty sure believed me to be some kind of raging alcoholic.

  Smiling, the Aurvelian stood beside me, her arm brushing against mine as she knocked back one of the shots. Her glowing skin was warm, and it produced a sharp tingling sensation on my own. No wonder most of these chicks ended up as strippers—they were known for producing high-grade pheromones every waking hour of the day, which turned their bodies into a highly-addictive drug. In a big metropolis, an Aurvelian stripper could make as much in a day as I would make in a year.

  “Are you alone?” she asked, an enticing smile on her lips. As she spoke, she ran her finger across the rim of her empty glass. “I’m surprised to see a Jorkan like you without any company.”

  “A Jorkan like me?” I repeated, furrowing my eyebrows.

  “Yeah, a Jorkan like you.” As if to prove her point, she allowed her eyes to roam down my body, and I was pretty sure she was picturing me without any clothes. Unabashed—that was the one word I could use to describe her.

  “I’m just having a drink,” I said.

  I tried to keep my tone even and controlled, but it was getting harder and harder to do. I could feel her pheromones making their way through to my brain, firing up my neurons in a very specific order, much like one would play a specific melody on a piano. Besides, it didn’t help that she was pushing her arms together, ensuring that her large breasts strained against the fabric of her top.

  “Well, I’m not one to speak either.” She giggled softly, and dragged her pearly white teeth over her lips. “One of my friends dragged us here to celebrate her Emancipation Day, but we’ve haven’t found anyone interesting enough to keep us company. Not yet, at least.”

  “I see,” I muttered, trying not to choke on my drink.

  Emancipation Day was always the start of a week of debauchery for Aurvelian women. They became of age, and their traditions allowed them to start having sexual relationships. In typical Aurvelian fashion, that meant they were supposed to have as much sex as possible during the following week, and to experience as many different things as they could.

  “There are three of us,” she continued, pointing at her two friends on the dance floor. “The Emancipated is the one with the white dress. She’s been having some fun, but we haven’t quite found someone that could...broaden her horizons. Maybe a Jorkan would do the trick.” She paused, then bit the corner of her lip. “I sure wouldn’t mind having my horizons broadened either.”

  “Is that so?” I asked her, but more out of habit than anything. Just one week ago, I’d have been all over the opportunity to have a foursome with a group of hot Aurvelians, but now I didn’t feel a damn thing.

  Zero.

  There was something definitely wrong with me.

  “You bet,” the Aurvelian woman purred and she placed one hand on my chest. Without looking away from me, she started moving her fingers downward, and that’s when my brain finally kicked in. My hand shot up to hers and I grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from going further down.

  “Sorry, but I’m not interested,” I said, the words slipping from between my lips before I even knew what the hell I was saying. I couldn’t believe I had just turned down such an invitation but, somehow it felt like the right thing to do.

  After being with Elle, there was no way I could be with these girls.

  Even if Elle was angry at me, nothing could compare to her.

  “Are you sure?” the Aurvelian asked, her seductive tone now revealing a hint of frustration. She pulled her hand back and tightened her lips, her face turning into a mask of surprise and confusion. “We have drinks back in our cabin, and I’m almost positive you’d have the time of your—”

  “Not interested,” I repeated. “Beat it.” She muttered something offensive as she stalked off, but I didn’t care. They left, whispering to each other in frustration as I finished my drink. I had realized who I really wanted to be with, and it sure as hell wasn’t a random chick I had just met in a club.

  Elle was the one I needed to be with.

  I turned on the stool, about to stand, when I noticed two of the females slipping out the front door. I watched idly, deciding to wait a few moments so they couldn’t accidently corner me outside, when Alzon detached himself from the crowd and exited after them. I narrowed my eyes. Could mean nothing—probably was nothing. But the Aurvelian female’s irritation when I’d rejected her had seemed a bit more than a female affronted by the rejection of a stranger she wanted for a casual hookup.

  I rose and made my way across the floor, exiting the club and keeping an ear out for familiar voices. I picked a direction at random, keeping to the shadows as best I could, starting to think I was overreacting, when I heard something and froze.

  “. . .did my best,” I heard a woman insist. “If I’d come on any stronger, he would have been angry or at least suspicious.”

  “If you can’t do the jobs I hire you to do, then I don’t need you,” Alzon said.

  I froze. The resort owner’s displeased voice was clear as day, and not happy, borderline cruel.

  The woman’s breath hitched. “I can try again. Maybe this time—”

  “Don’t bother,” he said. “I’ll keep an eye on the Colonel, and make sure myself that he enjoys all the amenities we have to offer. I don’t want him to have a moment of free time.”

  Their voices faded to the sound of footsteps walking off. I scowled, not liking what I’d heard. On the surface, it didn’t appear any sleazier than a boss scolding his employees for not making a guest happy. On the surface. But between this and Yilap’s constant hovering, I was starting to get the twitches. But there was nothing I could do about it but keep an eye peeled. Right now, I had other things to worry about.

  Reversing course, I made my way toward our cabin.

  Elle

  I couldn’t sleep.

  I didn’t know if it was anger or frustration, but I couldn’t stop replaying the stupid argument we’d had back at the club. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned until I finally gave up and just lay there, staring at the ceiling as I listened to the gentle waves outside the cabin.

  Had I been too harsh with Kazan?

  I was pretty sure that jealousy had played a part in what happened, but what if he was truly worried about me? Even though Alzon had a polite demeanor, there was no denying the way he had looked at me. More than just that, I had to agree there was something off about him, much like Kazan had said. In a way, it felt as if he was wearing a mask that concealed who he truly was.

  Either way, it didn’t matter now.

  Kazan had done the wrong thing by dragging me out of there the way he had, but I sure as hell didn’t help things by losing my shit. Now, what should have been a perfect day was ending as a disaster. I was alone in bed, and he was in that stupid club, probably flirting with someone else. Hell, he probably was already doing more than just flirting. A man like Kazan? He had options.

  Somehow, it hurt to think of that.

  I intended to play by the rules—fun, not feelings—but I could already feel something cracking inside of me. Was I starting to like him? Why was I feeling jealous just b
y imagining him with someone else? That was high and mighty of me. After bitching about how he shouldn’t feel jealous, here I was, feeling exactly that as my mind ran wild.

  Suddenly, I heard the wooden door creak, and the moonlight cast Kazan’s tall shadow across the room. He tiptoed his way to the bed, probably thinking that I was asleep, and silently kicked off his boots. I felt the mattress shift under his weight as he sat on his side of the bed, and that’s when I turned to him.

  I was about to tell him I was sorry when he took the lead.

  “I’m sorry, Elle,” he whispered. “You’re right. I acted like an idiot and, in a way, maybe I was jealous. Still, I want you to know that my concerns were real. I don’t trust that Alzon guy, although that’s not an excuse for the way I acted with you.”

  “I know,” I whispered back, slowly sitting up. “I’ve been thinking about it, and...you’re right. There’s something off about him. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that makes me feel queasy.” I sucked in a deep breath, then said the one sentence I hadn’t used in years. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have acted like such a—”

  “It’s fine, really.” He turned to face me and smiled. “I don’t want to waste any more time on this bullshit. I just needed you to know that I’m sorry, and that I want to enjoy whatever time we have left.”

  “Me, too,” I said, reaching for him and cupping his face with one hand. Slowly, I closed the distance between us, my lips parting. I closed my eyes then, and our lips touched, desire welling up inside me.

  I started unbuttoning his shirt as we kissed, taking my time. He pulled the sheet back to reveal my half-naked body, and one of his hands unclasped my bra. My heart started beating faster as the cups drooped over my breasts, my nipples hardening, and that’s when I felt my rational mind shut down.

  Then and there, I was all instinct.

  Throwing his shirt to the side, I pushed him down until he was lying on the mattress, then climbed on top of him. Immediately, he craned his neck and put his mouth to my breasts, his tongue lingering on one nipple before dutifully moving to the other. That was all it took for me to become a wet mess, the drenched fabric of my thong sticking to my skin in an uncomfortable way.

  Allowing desire to dictate my movements, I brought my hands down to his waist and removed his belt. Then, tugging his pants down, I looked at the massive shape straining against his boxer briefs, my heart tightening with excitement. Next to his head, his tail rose to swat the pillow over and over again, signaling how much he wanted this.

  “I love how hard you get,” I whispered, tracing the contour of his length as softly as possible with my index finger. His flesh throbbed against my finger, so forcefully that I almost thought his cock was going to rip his underwear in half, and that’s when I flattened my hand against it.

  “Fuck,” he growled, his eyes half-closing.

  His tail shot from the pillow toward me, closing the distance like a fast-moving dart, and its tip coiled around my left nipple, pinching gently. Still pressing down on his cock, I used my free hand to caress his tail, his flesh warming under my touch. The lines on his face deepened with pleasure, and only then did I realize just how sensitive his tail was. I made a mental note so I could have some fun with it later on, and focused on the hard member between his legs.

  Unconsciously running my tongue over my lips, anticipation surging through me, I finally hooked my fingers in his boxer briefs and pulled them down. His red-skinned cock sprang free, its sheer length and thickness never failing to impress, and I suddenly found myself out of breath.

  Even if this wasn’t our first time together, I still felt the same wave of implacable excitement. Raw lust took over me, a cocktail of hormones brewing inside my body, and I had to make a conscious effort not to lose my mind. Focusing, I ran one finger up the length of his cock, massaging it, then brought it back down.

  I cupped his balls for a moment, then gripped his cock by the root. Still looking into his eyes, I started lowering myself down his body as anticipation filled his face. Slowly, I looked away from him and gave his cock all my attention, opening my mouth as I approached it. I reached for it with the tip of my tongue, and only then did I close my eyes, the taste of his manliness flooding me.

  Taking my time, I moved my tongue in slow circles around the tip of his cock, then wrapped my lips around him. Gently, I went even further, rolling my lips down his entire length. I kept on going until I felt him against the back of my throat, with the skin at the base of his cock pressed against my lips, and that’s when I started bobbing my head.

  My mouth ran up and down his cock at an ever-increasing speed, and I just kept pushing myself. Even though the muscles in my neck started complaining from the effort, I merely used that as fuel, going to the absolute limits as his cock slid along my tongue. He tasted like heaven, his powerful member filling up my mouth in the most sensual of ways, and I was more than ready to devour him until he finally exploded.

  I had never thought of going down on a man as something I did for myself, but I was willing to bet I was enjoying it as much as Kazan. Against everything that I knew and had experienced, I was having the time of my life, delighting in every second of the sweet punishment I was handing out.

  “Fuck, Elle, you’re driving me crazy,” he growled after a couple more minutes, his voice strained. His cock throbbed almost viciously against my tongue, and I knew it was only a matter of time until he zoomed past his breaking point. That was exactly what I wanted, but he seemed to have other plans.

  Gently putting one hand on my forehead, he pushed me back until his cock popped out of my mouth. I looked up at him and found him grinning, a look of lustful madness on his face. Moving fast, he took hold of my right wrist and pulled me up. I found myself straddling him once more, his hard length now pressed against the drenched fabric of my underwear.

  “I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want you right now,” he said, his fingers already hooked on my thong’s elastic band. He tore it off me with brutish intensity, and that was enough for a short moan to escape my mouth. Now fully naked, I knew exactly what I needed to do.

  Taking hold of his cock once more, I used my knees to push myself up a couple of inches, and placed his tip right against my entrance. I lowered myself down only until his cock was caressing my inner lips, then locked my eyes on his. The tip of his tail whipped around his head in a frenzy and, once I laid my eyes on it, it immediately shot up to my chest.

  I bit on my lower lip as the tip of his tail caressed my nipples again, moving from one to the other while it brushed against the rising curve of my breasts, then I sighed as it started moving up my neck. It touched my lips sensually and, before I knew it, I was opening my mouth to let it in.

  Closing my eyes, I sucked the tip of his tail into my mouth, allowing it to dance around my tongue. Kazan groaned with pleasure then, and I smiled inwardly as I realized just how much he was enjoying this. And the best was yet to come.

  Still with his tail in my mouth, I started lowering myself, my heart pumping boiling blood into my veins as I felt his thickness pushing my inner walls back. I went as slowly as I could, allowing one inch of him at time inside me, but then I simply couldn’t resist it anymore. I sunk into his body with one quick motion and, if it weren’t for the fact that I had my mouth full, I would have screamed so loudly that all glass in a five-mile radius would have shattered.

  Succumbing to the frenzied intensity of the moment, I started swaying my hips as fast as I could, riding him at a maddened pace. His hands shot to my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he cupped my cheeks, and that only made me go even harder than before.

  I gave him all that I had to give, beads of sweat already rolling down my spine, and it didn’t take long before his cock started throbbing against my inner walls. Suddenly, his tail slid out from my mouth, and its tip wandered down to between my breasts; then, it just kept on going further, until it found its resting place on my clit.


  “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, throwing my head back as my brain struggled to process all the different sensations coursing through my body. I closed my eyes, fireworks going off behind my eyelids, and I felt both my body and soul being sucked down into the abyss.

  Together, we surrendered to it all.

  Thunder and lightning shot up my spine as I came, and an electric vibrancy took over my wetness as his cock started spasming inside me, his seed filling me up. I kept on swaying my hips as it happened, my body too feverish to stop, and my moaning quickly turned into full-blown screaming.

  For a moment, I even forgot my own name.

  “How in the world does this keep on getting better?” I whispered between hard breaths, my mind still reeling from the best orgasm I had ever had. Tightening my lips, I rolled to the side and sprawled myself beside him, my chest rising and falling so fast you’d believe I had just finished a marathon.

  “No idea,” he said, “but it does keep on getting better.”

  “Yeah, it does.”

  And not only the sex, I thought to myself, relishing how connected to him I felt.

  That, though, I left unsaid.

  Kazan

  Two weeks.

  It’s amazing how fast time flies when you’re having fun.

  In many ways, the last two weeks had been great. We found ourselves laughing a lot, and genuinely enjoying each other’s company. Many of the activities the resort provided were pretty hokey, and the super-friendly atmosphere all felt a little forced, but we were finding ways to make the most of it. Really enjoying it, even.

  And, when you added mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex on top of that, it was a pretty lethal combination. Which was probably part of the problem. As good as I was feeling, there was still some dark little monster living in the bottom of my gut.