by Loki Renard
He pulls me free and puts me down on the ground. He bends me over, binds my knees up toward my chest, and positions me so my rear is high, my fucked pussy on display as he sits back and looks at me.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he says, his hands sliding over my bottom cheeks, spreading and rubbing them, using my flesh to make my lips slide together. He is playing with me again.
I feel his cock push inside me and then out of me. Just a single thrust. Not designed to pleasure him, but instead simply to tease me. I let out a soft little moan and then I feel something hot and wet against my sex. It’s his tongue, lapping at my clit.
“I’m going to make you a good girl,” he growls softly. “I’m going to give you something to be good for.”
His mouth returns to my sex and his tongue moves against my lower lips in soft caresses, licking and suckling and teasing the same pussy he just fucked. He is making me feel dizzy with desire. He is making me gasp and moan and drip with need. I feel orgasm spiraling through my body with the tip of his tongue circling around the bud of my clit.
“Oh, Zion... Zion... Zionnn...” I cry his name, drawing breath through my mouth. I start to come, pleasure rushing through my body, hot in my veins. The orgasm is among the most powerful I have ever experienced—and it is not the last one. I come and he keeps going. He forces another climax from me. He keeps that tongue of his working against my slit and sex, he pushes it into my pussy, and then he brings it back out to lap at my clitoris again.
I am coming for a third time when his mouth leaves my wet, swollen pussy and his cock returns. He takes me with long, slow strokes and I feel his cock pulsing with need. This is when he pulls out. This is when his cum splashes over my skin.
But this time, it doesn’t. This time his cock doesn’t leave my vulnerable, bare pussy. This time it plunges deeper and it stays there and his seed spills inside me, right at the entrance of my womb. This time, I know I am mated, my nipples scraping the sacred cave floor, his cum drenching my pussy, my hips held high, draining his seed toward my fertile womb.
“Mine,” he repeats, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me up so we kneel together before the fire, his cock firmly filling my pussy, his cum trapped inside me. “And soon, we will have something which will be ours.”
I never imagined I would be part of a family. I never imagined I would make one. But Zion wants one with me. And what we just did might make one.
I have to trust him. I have to tell him the truth.
“It was Tyna. Who hurt me.”
“I know,” he says. “Stay away from her.”
“You too,” I reply, turning my head around to look at him.
To my surprise, he breaks into a smile. “Jealous little thing.”
“Not jealous. Just... possessive.”
“I like that,” he says, kissing me. “Possessive means you want me.”
I do want him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone, or anything. My desire for him is so strong it breaks through the habitual solitude that used to be my everyday experience.
It’s dangerous to want him. And it’s stupid. We’re down here, living our little primal fantasy, but that ship reminds me what lies above the clouds that swaddle this mountain.
“You’re going back into your head again.”
“I just don’t think this is going to work.”
I know that there are more things in heaven and earth than me and Zion. The Patron is still out there, and sooner or later, he is going to destroy my happiness all over again.
“Your father,” he says. “Your Patron. Don’t worry about him.”
“How can I not?”
“Because you’re my problem now.”
Chapter Twelve
Tselia
“Enjoy your trip with Zion?”
Tyna is back to taunt me. This time she’s alone. Either she doesn’t need backup, or she doesn’t want witnesses.
“Yeah. We went to see the rock you crawled out from under.”
Zion is out on patrol again, and so here Tyna is. The woman does not give up. Her bitterness is not going to rest until she has gotten rid of me. Zion can’t protect me all the time. I know I have to deal with her myself.
Zion told me not to. He told me to call for him if she came around again. He told me to find company so she couldn’t get to me, but frankly, I don’t care if she comes for me. I have a little something for the tribe’s most fearsome huntress.
Her eyes flash at my jibe.
“You should be careful. I could kill you.”
“You won’t do that.”
I say it, but I’m not sure. She’s gotten more intense since the last time we talked. The closer Zion and I become, the angrier she gets. I glance around, wondering if he is nearby, but nobody is. His house on the ridge is a sentinel’s spot; it offers protection for others, but does not provide it to those inside.
“What makes you so special?” She shakes her head. “I’ve been watching you since you got here. You came from the stars. You have that silver hair, but you are weak and reckless and useless in every other way. But he keeps protecting you. Keeps wanting you.”
“I don’t know.”
It’s the truth. I don’t know why Zion likes me so much. I don’t know why he wants me. I just know that he does. And I know nothing she can do will change that. I have never been wanted the way he wants me. I know what it is to want to be wanted. I know how much she has to be hurting. I can’t make this better for her.
“You should forget about Zion. You should find someone who wants you.”
She doesn’t take the advice well. Her eyes narrow and her teeth clench. She speaks in a hissing spitting tone, and I feel her hatred like a physical thing. These people are primitive, and they do not contain their feelings well.
Zion’s desire for me is brutal and passionate. Tyna’s hatred is just as powerful. It’s a physical thing between us, and I don’t know that it will ever die while we are both alive. The question is, will she act on it?
“I will not forget him. He is mine.”
“But he’s not though, is he?”
She clenches her fist and I brace myself for her to beat me again. This time it’s different. This time I’m ready.
“You’re worthless,” Tyna hisses. “But it’s my fault. If I had been a better shot this would never have happened. You would have died with your mount and Zion would be mine.”
“What do you mean, if you’d been a better shot?”
“I think you know,” she hisses. “You’re so smart, star girl. You know everything, don’t you?”
“It was you. On that gun on the hill.”
“It was,” she smiles, her teeth flashing bright white.
She did this to me. She shot me out of the sky. She could have killed me. She has trapped me on this planet, and she has ensured that my life will never be the same.
“So this is your fault, you idiot. I would never have come down here if not for you. I would never have set foot on this planet. I would never have met Zion and he would never have fallen in love with me.”
“He doesn’t love you.”
“Yes, he does. And he loves me because of you. So thank you, Tyna. You’re the reason Zion and I will be together for the rest of our lives.”
Her smug triumph turns to anger. I see it boil up inside her. She expected to triumph when she told me what she did. She wanted to hurt me with the truth, but the truth is she hurt herself when she tried to hurt me. She destroyed her own life, her own future when she destroyed mine.
“Why did you even do it? You can’t have known what I was. All you could have seen from down here is maybe a sky craft. It must have looked like a big bird or something...”
“It looked like what our ancestors warned us about. They told us what would happen when people came from the sky. They told us what to do with them. That’s why the guns are still there. That’s why they still work.”
She pulls a blade from the back of her skirt. I
t is long and it is sharp and I know it is meant for me.
“You need to die,” she hisses. “I’m going to finish what I started.”
Tyna throws herself at me. My death is imminent and it comes at the tip of her blade, but I would not die when she shot at me and I will not die now that her knife is at my throat.
I take the zap from my skirt and I jab it into her midsection. It discharges with enough force to send her flying off me, a limp rag doll of a woman who lands in a puddle of mud on the path. I get up and go take a look at her. She’s still breathing. Lucky her.
“That felt really, really good,” I tell her senseless form.
Crouching down next to her, I splash water over her face. It’s enough to bring her back to consciousness, though not enough to bring her back to her feet. She lies there, groaning to herself.
“You ever touch me again, and it will be the last thing you do,” I tell her. “Understand?”
She groans and nods.
“Get up and get out of here,” I growl. “Now. I want you gone. Don’t let me see your face again.”
Tyna moves gingerly, but she does as I say. I watch her stumble to her feet and limp away with a sense of satisfaction I haven’t felt in a very long time. I can’t do anything about the Patron. I can’t do anything about Zion. But I just did a whole lot about her.
* * *
Zion
“What do you look so pleased about?”
“Nothing,” Tselia says with a smirk, which tells me she is lying. “I just... had a good day.”
She’s been up to something. I don’t know what, but I am sure I’ll find out soon enough.
Things have changed between us since our visit to the caves. It’s not that she doesn’t fight me anymore. It’s not that she is an easy captive. She is neither of those things. But I don’t see her staring upward, sighing at the stars. She turns her attention to the world around us. She tries her best to follow my orders and observe our customs.
I keep a close eye on her and make sure that her discipline does not slip. My palm meets her bottom often, but with less intensity and less conflict than before. She is beginning to enjoy life on our world. When she lies beneath me in my bed, her body submits to me completely. The natural mating instinct is strong in her, and after being denied for so long, she is as voracious for me as I am for her. I see happiness in our future, a long life of love and family.
Chapter Thirteen
Tselia
“You seem happier.”
Zion smiles and brushes the hair off my forehead. Days have passed into weeks. Weeks have slid into months and I have become one with the tribe. Tyna has not bothered me since the night she came to kill me. I did not mention it to Zion. He wouldn’t have liked that story. I put the zap back where he thought he hid it and life went on.
The huntresses give me a wide berth. There is no sign of the Patron and I am beginning to understand the rhythms of life on this planet. I am starting to think that perhaps the Patron might forget about me altogether. Maybe he wanted me to get lost in the far reaches of space. Maybe not hearing from me is a good thing. Or maybe that’s wishful thinking because I know, no matter how peaceful and idyllic life is on this planet, the Patron is coming to take it away.
“I am happy. Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe this is the month.”
Zion has come inside me almost every day for months on end. He has filled me with his fertile seed, he has made sure my womb does not want for semen. We know what the inevitable outcome of that will be. It is only a matter of time before our disparate strands of DNA combine to create offspring that will be part star, part wild. A child with a right to the stars and the wiles of the wilderness. I cannot wait to meet him or her, and see which life they choose.
It has not happened yet. I have bled each and every month. But I know it is only a matter of time. Nature finds a way, especially on this planet. Humanity should have died here, but it found a stronger, hardier form.
“Maybe,” Zion smiles. “I will be on patrol today. You will need something to occupy yourself with. The crops need tending. I volunteered you for the task.”
“Oh, you did?”
“Mhm. You have to choose a task to perform. A female can be a huntress, a gatherer, a farmer, or a garment maker. I don’t think you are interested in garment making, and I doubt you’re interested in being a huntress, so...”
“Why wouldn’t I be interested in being a huntress?”
“You cried the first time I fed you meat?”
“Oh. Right.”
“So, farmer or gatherer. I want you close to the village. Farmer it is.”
“Digging around in the dirt to force crops to grow,” I sigh. “Do I have to?”
“Yes, you have to,” Zion insists. “Everyone must be productive.”
I sigh to myself. It’s not worth earning a punishment over. This simple society does need productive members. I have to be one of them if I want to live here.
“Farming,” I say. “Fine. Just, uhm. One thing I need to show you first.”
“Oh?”
* * *
Zion
What has she been up to? It can’t be anything too terrible. Usually when she’s done wrong she does her absolute best to hide it. She leaves the hut and shuffles around behind it.
“Okay, now you have to be honest.” There’s a tone in her voice I haven’t heard before. Hopeful. Perhaps a little frightened.
“What is it?”
She enters the hut wearing a garment unlike I have ever seen before. It takes me a moment to realize what it is. She has made her mate’s skirt. It is not a skirt as the others wear, it does not follow the same shape, it does not quite fit, but it is the most beautiful piece of clothing I have ever seen on any woman.
“I sewed this. It’s not good. Is it.” Her beautiful features are full of doubt. She expects rejection. She does not understand how my heart swells to see her acknowledge not only our mate-hood, but the effort she put forth to show it to all who may look at her.
The stitches are uneven. The skirt is at a strange angle. It is not good, by tribal standards. But it is the most beautiful garment I have ever seen, even hanging loose off one hip as she holds it up to stop it from falling down completely.
“It’s perfect.”
She shakes her head. “I know it isn’t. You don’t have to lie to me. It was... some of the others... this was hard to get made.”
I know the other women have not made her life easy, and I know what an achievement this garment represents. She has struggled against her own fears, her ego, her reluctance. She has overcome the resistance of the tribe, and she has made something that will show forth our love for a long time to come, generations hence.
“It is,” I reassure her. “It’s everything a mate’s garment should be.”
“Really?” A small smile creeps across her face. “You think it’s good?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
“Huh.” She looks down at herself. “I don’t know what it’s like to please someone. I don’t think I’ve ever done this before. I don’t know if I like it.”
“I will make you like it, star girl.”
I have had very few opportunities to reward her. I will not let this one pass. I draw her to me. I kiss her deeply. I let that skirt fall, appreciating the design that means she is naked within moments of coming to me.
We make love; slow, gentle, deep love. The kind of love that is not forced on either side. She opens herself to me. She wraps herself around me. She takes me deep inside her and we are joined in flesh and fluid, true mates for all time.
“I love you, Tselia,” I murmur against her lips as my hard flesh spreads her tender sex. “I love you with all I am, and all I will be. You are mine.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, tears glimmering in her eyes, her lower lip quivering as we share in the joy of love that does not know space or time, that cannot be destroyed by petty jealousy, or the hatred of others. We are b
onded completely. My flesh is her flesh. Her flesh is mine. In this private mate bed, we cement our love, and spark the life yet to come.
Chapter Fourteen
Two weeks later...
Tselia
Farming sucks.
It is tiresome, boring, physical labor and it is dirty. The other farmers are nice ladies, simple and very interested in village gossip. They set me to work pulling weeds from the vegetable beds and talk above my head while I crawl in the dirt, trying to differentiate between what should be there and what is there.
This is the job I have been given, and it is one I try to do well. It is an important task for the survival of the village, and I am told it is as honored as any other job, though it doesn’t seem to be.
“Pig work. Suits you.”
Four bitchy, nasty words pull me from the ground. I stand up, covered in mud on my hands and knees and see Tyna standing before me. She has her huntresses behind her. They have just returned from a hunt, it seems. Four of them have a meat creature slung on a stick between them.
I give her a hard look, but she knows as well as I do that I don’t have the zap right now. She’s got me in a vulnerable moment. The men are out on their patrol. It is only the women now, and they defer to Tyna. Nobody has anything to say now.
“You should leave,” she says, closing the distance between us. “You’re not welcome here, pig girl. Nobody wants you.”
“Zion wants me.”
“Zion’s just one man. We are the tribe, and we don’t want you.”
She does not give up, I will give her credit for that. But I’m not leaving. If I have to fight for my place here, so be it. Zion can only do so much for me. He can make me his, but he can’t make me everybody else’s.
“I don’t care what you want. I care what he wants.”
“He doesn’t want you.”
“No, he doesn’t want you,” I remind her. “That’s what all this is about. Zion. Doesn’t. Want. You.”
Those words make her angry.
