by Ella Maven
“What abilities do they have?”
“Extreme camouflage. Shep said they can change colors and patterns to blend in with their surroundings so that they are nearly invisible. It’s what we need if we want to get anywhere close to Alazar.”
“And so why did the council send you?”
He held up one finger. “I’m the best pilot.” He grimaced as his eyes drifted toward the sea before he held up a second finger with a tip of his lips. “And two, I’m the most charming.”
I snorted.
He gasped in mock offense. “You don’t think so? I’m sure Gar would do a bang-up job asking a hostile race for a favor.”
I ignored the hysterical image of Gar trying to negotiate. “I’m sorry, did you say hostile?”
“I can’t be sure, but it’s possible scouts of theirs shot our cruiser down.”
“So, they already tried to kill us?” I squeaked.
I don’t know, I—” frustration crept into his tone and he fisted his hair. “I don’t know, Tab. All I know is that the only way back home is across the freshas. We have no aircraft, and even though I sent a signal to Nero we were going down, they have no way of rescuing us. We can’t stay in this cave forever.”
“Can’t we?” I grumbled. “I could learn to live off the land or whatever.”
He ignored me. “I’ve turned it over and over in my head nonstop, but the only solution I can come up with is to continue to the Kaluma settlement and ask for their help, and possibly an escort home. Shep thinks they have air travel abilities.”
I slumped. “I’m sorry, I feel like this is all my fault.”
He scoffed and rested his warm palm on my bandaged ankle. “It’s not. I would have gotten shot down with or without you. Taking you to the Kaluma poses a lot of problems but…” he shrugged. “There’s no point in thinking back. This is our situation now, and we have to face it head-on.”
He sounded so capable when he spoke like that. If I was honest, it turned me on a little bit.
“I heard what Nero said about how they might treat females.” I nibbled my lip. “I don’t want them to think I’m unmated.”
Xavy scratched the back of his neck. “I thought about that too. We can tell them we’re mated. They have to respect that. I don’t know a species who doesn’t honor that code.”
I winced. “Uh, some humans don’t.”
He glanced sharply at me. “They don’t?”
“There’s good and bad of every species, Xav. I just hope we meet some of the good Kaluma and not the bad.”
He stared at the wall behind my shoulder before lowered his gaze to poke at the cave floor. “Me too, Tab. Fatas has stayed with us this long. I hope she doesn’t desert us now.”
Xavy
The breeze blowing the cool freshas air into our cave felt good on my heated skin, but as I poked the fire, I could tell Tabitha was shivering. Her lips trembled, and she rubbed her hands over her shoulders under the blanket. She’d been able to dress again, but her clothing was thin.
I knew I would have to lay with her, and warm her with my body heat, but I was putting it off. Like a coward. I didn’t trust myself being that close to her. My cock was already hard just from being in this flecking cave with her.
Her hair had dried, and it framed her face in purple curls that blew in the soft winds. I longed to wrap it in my fist and tug. I wanted to hear the quickening of her breath, smell the gush of her arousal, and see the way her pulse beat rapidly in her neck.
Fleck, this was why I avoided getting close to her. I’d controlled myself while bandaging her wounds because I’d been so enraged at the sight of her blood. I hadn’t thought about how she was naked under that blanket. But now, that was all I could think about.
“Xavy?” Her soft voice drifted through the smoke.
“I’m here.”
She hesitated before speaking. “Yes, I know you’re there. And I’d like you over here. Please? It’s freezing and I know all you Drix are like personal heating pads.”
And now I definitely couldn’t avoid her. She’d asked me to keep her warm, and I could never deny her request.
I finished tending the fire and strode to where she lay nearby. I’d already taken off my boots, but I left my pants on, which was necessary. I’d like as many layers between her and I as possible. I settled down at her back and wrapped my arms around her body. She went stiff, and remained that way for a few moments before asking, “Can you… hold me under the blanket?”
I exhaled, my breath ruffling the curls I was resolutely trying not to sniff. “Why?”
“Because I’d be much warmer if we trapped all the hot air under the blanket.”
She was right. I’d hoped maybe she forgot how warm air worked. Of course, she didn’t. Steeling myself, I unwrapped the blanket from her back and shifted my body to press against her. Immediately, she sighed happily and squirmed back into me, which meant her sweet little ass rubbed right up against my hard cock.
I dropped the blanket back on top of us and held my arms and hands awkwardly away from her. I tried to think of un-attractive things like Sax eating with his mouth full or that time Luna puked up a moira hairball. I was moderately successful in calming my racing cora when Tabitha turned in my arms.
She faced me, eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the fire, her full breasts pressed against my chest.
I could even feel the beaded tips of her nipples rasping along my scales.
“Xavy?”
I avoided looking at her. “Yes.”
“Can you look at me?”
Fleck, she wasn’t letting me avoid her.
I swallowed my irritation and met her gaze.
She smiled slightly. “I’ve been thinking a lot about… us. Well you.”
Fleck, I already didn’t like where this was going…
“And I want to talk. About what you said. About the things you—” She licked at her lower lip before biting it. “About the things you said you wanted to do to me.”
I groaned. Out loud. Because no, I didn’t want my mind to go there, not now while she was in my arms. “Tab, we need to sleep.”
“And we will. It’s barely dark out. We also need to talk.”
“We already talked.”
“No, we were both emotional and drinking. Now we’re sober and calmer.”
I was in no way calm. “Speak for yourself.”
With a determined glint to her eye that shot an unsettling bolt of dread straight into my gut, she rose over me. Forced onto my back with her legs straddling my waist, I gazed up at her as she ran one finger over her lips. “Tell me, what do you want to do to these?”
“Tab—”
“And don’t sugarcoat,” she warned with narrowed eyes. “I mean it.”
“I’m worried you won’t trust me if I’m honest. With no sugarcoating.”
“Xavy you haven’t stepped over the line in all the time I’ve known you. Last night, you stopped when you felt yourself lose control. Today, you saved my life like a zillion times. You need to trust yourself as much as I trust you. Because Xavy, I do.”
“You said you drank to forget my hands on—”
“Yeah, I drank to forget because I felt like crying thinking you were leaving, and I’d never feel you again.”
I swallowed and after hearing the truth of her feelings, took a leap with my eyes wide open. “I want to kiss you. I want to bite your lips hard until you whimper, until they are swollen and tender.” The words poured out of me without conscious thought because I’d imagined many, many times what I’d do with unlimited access to Tabitha. “I want to see what they look like wrapped around my cock while I’m feeding it to you until I touch the back of your throat.” Sax had let slip one time about an act Val called a blow job and I hadn’t been able to think of much else since.
Tab’s eyes were huge and round, her lips parted and a reddish tinge to her cheeks. With trembling fingers, she lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “Without
touching, tell me what you’d do to these.” She lowered the top of her dress to expose her full breasts to my hungry gaze.
I fisted my hands at my sides, to stop myself from grabbing her.
“On Earth, sometimes we call these tits,” she murmured, cupping her breasts, and thumbing the stiff peaks.
Tits. I liked it. Just thinking the word felt dirty. “I want to suck them into my mouth, bite your nipples until I leave marks behind. I want to stroke my cock between them until I release my seed and then rub it into your skin, so you’d smell like me. I want to pierce your nipples with hoops and play with them in our furs until you’re crying for me to let you climax.”
Her chest heaved, those magnificent tits rising and falling with each breath. The flush had spread all over body now, from her cheeks to her neck, to her chest. “You want to see my nipples pierced?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
I nodded. “More than anything.”
Her hands grasped the hem of her dress where it rested on my bare stomach. She drew it up, slowly, enough for me to see she was still bare underneath. Her golden curls were damp with her arousal, and just the smell of her had my cock jerking in my pants.
She slid her hand down her stomach to rub softly through her wet folds. “And this? On Earth we call it a pussy. And this,” she lightly pressed on her pleasure nub. “this we call a clit.” Her lips parted on a moan. “What would you do to that, Xavy? What would you do to me if I let you have this pussy?”
I inhaled, wishing I could taste her in the air. “I’d suck your clit until you screamed and then I’d enter your body with my tongue, teasing you until you begged me by name. When you were limp and soaked, I’d redden your ass with my hand. There wouldn’t be a place on you I didn’t mark. You’d be covered in my bites and my handprints. I’d fill you only when I was satisfied with how well you were marked.” I let out a small shuddering breath as I took in her sweet scent.
“I’d fill you with my cock while I wrapped my hand around your throat, forbidding you to look away from me.” My voice was a near growl now, and I was too in my own head to focus on Tabitha’s reaction beyond her wide eyes and silence. “You’d know it was me inside you the whole time. And then, I’d put you on your hands and knees, pull your head back by your hair, and enter you from behind. Your other hole. So, there was no place left on you untouched by me.”
I expected her to separate herself. Fleck, part of me thought she’d leap into the freshas to get away from me, but instead she fell to one hand braced on my chest, our faces close, while she began to grind her hips down onto my shaft with that sweet wet cunt.
“Nothing about that scared me, Xavy,” she whispered, her breath warm and intoxicating.
I took me a moment to process her words, and then anger sparked inside of me. I reared up to a sitting position with one crunch of my abdominals and gripped Tabitha’s curls in my fist. I tugged quickly, forcing her head back, and she let out a small cry.
“Don’t tease me, Tabitha.” I bared my teeth at her as I held her against me, our faces almost touching. “This isn’t a game.”
“Or what?” she gasped, her neck arched so far it had to be painful.
I eased up slightly. “Or what?”
“Don’t tease me, Tabitha,” she mocked with a low growl. “Or what? What are you going to do, Xavy? Follow through on those plans for my body? Because I’m not protesting.”
“You don’t understand. An honorable warrior knows you’re not property or something to be owned. But I’m not honorable in the way I want you. I’d want to possess you, Tab.” Her eyes flared, but I shook my head. “No sugarcoating. I’d own you. I’d mark you. Just the thought of my fang marks in your shoulder has me close to releasing my seed right now without a hand on my cock. What female would want a male like that in her life?”
Tabitha swallowed, and her eyes were alight, brighter than I’d ever seen them, glowing like the sun. “Me,” she gritted out, lips curled back in a feral snarl I was sure was a mirror of mine. “I’m that female who wants a male like you.”
My blood was on fire, racing through my veins while my cora beat its fists against my ribcage. I slid my hand down her back to cup her ass, letting my claws press into her skin. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and then she did the one thing that sealed her fate and mine. She let out a soft gasping moan that felt like fingers around my cock, and on the edge of that sound were two words, “Please, Xavy.”
I let the fire consume my blood as I slammed our mouths together.
Seven
Tabitha
Good Lord this alien could kiss. His tongue stroked into my mouth like it had a mind of its own. His ball piercings raked over my teeth before he bit into my bottom lip. I groaned, loving the sharp sting of his fangs and the way his claws dug into my ass. Another flex of pressure, and he’d break my skin, but he skirted the line with a controlled strength that turned me on like nothing else.
I raked my nails down his scales and his skin jerked beneath my touch. When I looped a finger through his nipple rings and tugged viciously, he shifted his head to the side and drew my earlobe into his hot mouth. “You pushed me, Tab,” he whispered. “You sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. His cock was rock hard between my legs. So far, his bite lived up to his bark, but he still had a lot to prove.
With a growl he encircled my waist with his big hands, picking me off his lap like I weighed nothing more than a pound and laid me on my back on the blanket. He gripped my left breast and bit down on the sensitive underside.
I cried out, arching my back as he licked at the mark before he moved to another patch of skin and sucked hard. Glowing purple eyes locked on my face while he ran the ball piercings over my nipple, torturing the hardened tip until it was red and wet. Satisfied, he moved onto the next.
I gripped his horns as the torment went on, unsure if I wanted to push him away or bring him closer. He mixed pleasure with pain just enough to throw my head into a tailspin.
My dress was bunched around my waist, and he tore it down my legs as he moved lower on my body, biting and sucking as he went until my body was littered with his marks. Before I could even process his plan, his head lowered between my legs and he licked a long path through my wet folds. My thighs shook where they rested on his shoulders, and I moaned out a long, “Yes.”
“You like my tongue on your cunt, Tab?” he rumbled as he ran the back of a claw over my clit.
I bucked my hips, wanting his mouth. “What does it look like?”
“Looks like you’re dripping for me,” he murmured before sucking my clit into his mouth. He ran the edges of his fangs over the sensitive bud, and I thought I’d come out of my skin. He held my hips down with one arm, so I was immobile.
I could do nothing but lay there and take what he wanted to give me.
He retracted his claws and plunged two fingers inside of me, working my inner walls as he went hard at my clit using a combination of his tongue, piercings, teeth, and lips.
I thrashed my head and pulled his hair as pleasure swamped me. I could feel the tidal wave of my climax bearing down on the shores of my blood, and it was so massive, a sliver of fear streaked through me. Xavy’s fingers left me, and the wave slowed, but it didn’t stay that way for long. With a wicked grin, he slipped his tongue inside of me and began a steady vibration.
The wave hit, crashing into me like a tsunami. I came hard with an ear-splitting scream.
His arm dislodged from my waist, so I bucked up into his mouth wanting more, wanting it all, and he didn’t let me go. His fingers wrapped around my thighs and he pressed his face against my pussy, shaking it back and forth like a dog with a bone.
I slapped my hands on the cave floor as the orgasm seemed to go on forever, my inner walls squeezing his tongue until I felt wrung out. Dry. Famished. Exhausted. Only when I lay on the floor, limp as a rag doll, did he pull himself from my body, but not without one last long lick and a swirl arou
nd my clit. I jerked weakly at the pressure on my over-sensitized skin.
He rose above me to his feet and reached behind him to remove his pants. When they dropped to his ankles, I got a look at fully naked Xavy for the first time in my life. I knew I’d never forget it. His thighs were thick, and his massive cock jutted straight out, a steady stream of libo leaking from the tip. He was a work of art, his abdominals cut into his skin like a sculpture. I wanted to worship him, especially after he made me come hard twice in two days.
He made to kneel, but I held out a hand, stopping him. He lowered his nubbed brows and went still, standing with his feet braced apart, shoulders back, and hands fisted at his sides.
I managed to make my limbs work and crawled toward him on my hands and knees. His gaze went immediately to my breasts as they swayed under me. The cool night air wafted over my skin, making me aware once again of all the places he marked me, which were hot and swollen
When I reached him, I went up to my knees and reached for his cock. I’d only gotten to touch it once, for seconds, and if he even tried to bat my hand away again, I’d knee him in the balls. But he didn’t move, even when I wrapped both of my hands around his cock and stroked, his only reaction was a slight shifting of his hips.
“You wanted to see my lips around your cock, didn’t you?” I asked.
His nostrils flared, and with a lunge, he took over. A fist gripped the hair on top of my head, holding me in place while he barked. “Open your mouth.”
I dropped my hands from his cock, letting them fall to my sides, as a sense of warmth and contentment washed over me. Yes, this was it. I knew what I wanted, and that was for Xavy to take over, to manhandle me as he wanted. So, I sat back on my heels and opened my mouth wide, staring up at him with as must trust as I could project. Use me for your pleasure.
