Barbarian Alien (12 page)

The breath hisses from him as he continues to pump into me with his finger, over and over again. “I feel that,” he says, voice soft with wonder. “I feel you clenching against my fingers.”

A hot blush heats my cheeks and I push at his hand, since I’m starting to feel oversensitized. He ignores my attempts to brush him away and keeps thrusting into me, a fascinated look on his face.

“My mate,” he says reverently. “My Liz.”

Oh dear. I have a feeling if I don’t distract him away from his shiny new toy, I’m not getting out of this without him ‘claiming’ me for real. Of course, the thought sends another shiver through my body and my thighs clench around his hand, which doesn’t help. His cootie purrs even louder in his chest, and both of them sound like a cacophony in my ears.

“Let me taste you,” he says, and begins to move down my body.

Wait, wait, wait. I’m not ready for that again. Not with my legs still quivering like noodles. “Actually,” I say, latching on to an idea. I slide a hand down his big arm and then move boldly to his front and cup that big, enormous cock. “It’s my turn to play with you. That’s how humans court.”

He looks up at me and frowns. “This is courting?”

“In some circles it is,” I tell him, and wriggle away from his grip. His finger slides out of me, and for a moment, I feel so empty I want to flop right back onto my back and let him fuck me. That’s probably just the cootie talking, though. And I’m determined not to be ruled by it, so I slide my hand up and down his cock to get his attention.

It does the trick. The breath hisses from him and his hand covers mine. “Wait–”

“It’s okay,” I tell him, releasing my squeezing hold on his cock a little. “Have you not had sex in a while?” That’s a legit concern, considering there are four women in the tribe, and two have babies. “We can go slow.”

His jaw clenches and he looks away from me, removing my hand.

“Um. A really, really long time?”

“Does it matter?” he growls.

Oh boy. I have myself a bona-fide alien virgin. I regard him for a long moment, and then my heart squeezes with sympathy. No wonder he thinks he’s ugly. If no one in his tribe has ever touched him, he has to think it’s because of how he looks. A tribe with only four women would mean those ladies have their pick of men – until they get cootie-mated, of course. I guess Raahosh has never had that sort of experience.

Poor guy. Never to have a loving touch? A caress? Fooling around just for fun? He’s missed out on so much. I feel like a bit of a dick suddenly for constantly pushing him away. I’m probably the culmination of a bajillion dreams for him and for me to turn him away has to hurt.

I’m starting to get an idea of how lonely his life has been…and what I must mean to him.

Suddenly, I want to make this good for him. It’s no longer about distracting Raahosh so he’ll stop teasing me. It’s about making some heavy petting fun for him, too, so he can see that he’s sexy and desirable and someone wants him after all.

“Do you trust me?” I ask him, placing my hand flat on his chest, over his heart. It’s a safe spot, for all that it’s rough and ridged there like the skin over his brows.

He hesitates for a moment and then nods, his jaw clenched.

“Then lay back,” I say in a soft voice. “And let your mate pleasure you a little. It’s all part of the human rituals of mating.”

For a long moment, he tenses, and I think he’s going to refuse me. Then, he turns and flings himself onto his back in the furs, his cock jutting into the air. He props up on his elbows so he can watch me, his eyes glimmering slits of intensity.

I’ll need to go slow to make this last a bit. I rack my brain, trying to think of ways to extend an orgasm for a guy that’s inexperienced. I’ll just have to play it by ear. He’ll get embarrassed if he blows his wad too quickly and blame himself, and I don’t want that to happen.

So I put my hands on his thighs and wait. “Is this okay?”

He watches me with a hot gaze and after a long, tense moment, nods.

“Can I explore you?”

His cock twitches, and more pre-cum beads on the head. As I watch, he grits his teeth and nods again.

Maybe I’d better take the edge off first. So I slide forward, pushing my arms against my sides so my breasts (while not impressive) push together. “I’m going to make you come,” I tell him, dragging my nails down one thigh lightly. “And then I’m going to take my time with you. All right?”

“Do what you must.” There’s tension in his words. Poor thing. He’s probably about to blow and feeling a bit awkward about it. My cootie continues purring like a mad thing, and his rumbles even louder when I lean forward.

I grip his length in my hand, and my fingers don’t quite meet. That’s…interesting. He’s also hard and ridged along the top, and my thighs clench together again at the realization. He’s not circumcised, and I grip him by his foreskin and then drag it over his cock as I pump him once.

He gasps, and then hot semen spatters over my hand, erupting from the big head of his cock. His body jerks, and I place my hand flat on his thigh again. “It’s okay,” I tell him, and then when he’s gazing down at me, I lean in and lick the head of his cock clean of semen.

I’ve never been a big fan of the taste of cum – there’s a bleachy sort of taste to it that I just can’t get used to – but with the cootie adjusting my senses, there’s no hard flavor to him, only a mild sort of musky taste that is actually…quite nice. It’s a pleasure to lap at him and clean his cock, and his muffled groans and hisses of breath are making me feel pretty good, too.

When I’m done tonguing him clean, I look up and give his cock head another swipe with the tip of my tongue. “Can I play with you now?”

His nostrils flare and he inhales sharply, then nods.

“If you come again,” I warn him, “It’s all right. But I’ll try and be gentle with you.” I give him a wink as the look on his face turns incredulous.

Then I drag my fingers up and down his thighs, exploring the ways he’s different than me. I’m your average girl – average height, average weight, average boobs. Raahosh, in comparison, is over seven feet of slate-gray muscle. There are the ridged plates on the sides of his big thighs, a line of ridges that goes all the way down his chest to where a happy trail would be if he had hair on his groin, and ridges on his arms and shoulders. I suspect if I ran my hand down the small of his back his spine would be ridged, too.

Of course, I have more interesting things to look at, like his junk. My hands slide back down to his cock. It’s impossible to resist it, because the darn thing is just gorgeous. Long thick, with a heavy, deep-blue crown, he feels more velvety here than anywhere else. His balls are an impressive size, his sac tight against his groin.

Blue balls. I giggle. Never has the phrase been more true.

He frowns and bats my exploring hands away.

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” I explain, biting my lip. “Just at a saying we have among humans about blue balls.”

“What is the saying?” His breath rasps in his throat as I bend down and take him in my hand again, then begin to nibble up and down his shaft.

“It’s not important.” I drag my tongue down one thick vein, and then back up over the bumpy ridges. “How does that feel?”

When he doesn’t answer, I look up from my ministrations.

His glowing blue eyes pin me with an intense gaze. “Why are you stopping?”

I giggle. “Because I asked you a question?”

“It feels like…nothing I have experienced before.” His voice is husky with need, and even as he says the words, more pre-cum beads on his cock.

“Good enough answer.” I return to licking and nibbling on his length, figuring out which touches he likes. I seem to get the most reaction when I drag my teeth along his tender skin, or when I squeeze hard at the base of his cock.

So naturally, I do both quite a bit, until he’s thrusting into my hand and there’s sweat on his brow. His gaze hasn’t moved from me and my ministrations, though. If another alien ship landed outside, I doubt he’d look away. He’s utterly fascinated with my mouth.

I continue my exploration of his body with a few licks across the top of his shaft, the hard, ridged portion, and then move on to the thumb-like protrusion above it. “What do you call this again?”

“It is a spur.”

“Is it like…a clit? Does it feel good if I touch it?” I drag my fingers over it experimentally. It feels different than his cock. Where his penis feels like velvet over hard muscle, his spur feels…strange. A bit like bone, but covered with skin and flesh. It doesn’t deflate or grow any bigger when his cock does, and when I trace my fingers over it, Raahosh doesn’t seem to react like he does when I lick his cock.

He shrugs. “Everything you do feels good.”

“But this doesn’t feel like…hmm. Like lightning strikes when I lick it?” I lean down and give it an experimental lick, watching his face.

His cock bobs in response. “Feels good,” he murmurs.

But I want him going crazy. So I move to his cock, squeeze the head in my fist, and then lick the slit. “And that?”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he’s bucking into my hand, panting. His eyes close and he falls back into the furs, groaning.

“Yeah, that feels better. Okay, good to know.” I return to my licking and sucking of his cock, because it never hurts to stick with what a girl knows. I’m actually kinda glad that his spur isn’t a major pleasure point, because I know how to work a cock. I don’t know much of what to do with that. I suck on him for a moment more, and then an idea hits me. I lean down and tongue the base of his spur while working his cock with my hand.

His entire body jolts. Raahosh gives a shout, and then my hand is covered in hot, sticky cum as he crests once more.

I continue rubbing my tongue along the underside of his spur and he continues to come, his hips shuddering. I can tell he’s doing his best not to move so he doesn’t stab me with the thing, but I’m pleased that I made him come so hard. I lift my head and admire the cum shining on my fingers. “Guess you’re sensitive there after all.”

He stares at me for a long moment, and then grabs my hand. “I shouldn’t have–”

“No?” I interrupt before he can get all moody on me. “You wanted to come in my mouth?”

Raahosh’s nostrils flare again, the only sign of his acknowledgment of my words. Aww. He’s shy. I give him a blissful smile and then yawn. “I’m gonna grab some of the water and clean us up, and then we can go back to bed. ‘Kay?”

The purring in his chest — and mine — has gone to a low rumble. His cootie is sated for now. Mine too. I’m surprised when he gets up, though, and caresses my cheek. “Wait here.”

I do, and he returns a moment later with a small, soft pelt and the waterskin. He takes my hand in his, and with the water and the fur, cleans me free of his come. It’s a thoughtful gesture, and I can’t help but watch with appreciation when he cleans himself off, too.

Even if I don’t like the man a lot of the time, he’s sure pretty to look at.

He puts the waterskin back in its place on the shelf and then returns to the bed. His cock is half-mast now – I don’t know why I keep looking, but I do – and there’s a softer expression on his hard face. He touches my cheek again. “Sleep now? We have an early day tomorrow.”

I blink and suddenly realize how tired I am. I guess the post-endorphin glow is wearing off quickly. My cootie hums a song to his as I nod and lie back down in the furs. As soon as I lie down, he is at my side, and pulls me against him. My body nestles against his and he’s warm, his arms hugging me to his body. He nuzzles my neck and his hand cups my breast.

I worry he’s going to think too much of our fooling around. “This doesn’t change anything, you know,” I tell him. “I still haven’t accepted you as my mate.”

“More of your denials,” he says in a smug voice. “Say what you want. I will play along with this courting ritual.”

Gah.

RAAHOSH

Has any sa-khui hunter ever slept as well as I did last night? I wake up with my cock hard, pressed against the soft, tailless bottom of my sleepy human mate and know a contentment like none I’ve ever felt before. Liz mumbles something and burrows further under the blankets, so I run a hand along her shoulder and back, admiring her soft human body.

The things she did with her mouth last night…my own mouth goes dry in remembrance. Surely those sorts of things are not done between mates? Maybe humans are more inventive. Whatever it is, I am glad for it – and for her. We must be reaching the end of the strange human courtship, and my cock aches to be sheathed deep inside her. Even now my khui begins to resonate at the very thought of her, and hers answers, singing in her chest.

I let her sleep for a few minutes more, and relieve myself outside of the cave, then return to stoke the coals of the fire. We will be out hunting for most of the day, but I want the fire pit to be warm for when we return, so I can make her a tasty broth out of bones. She’s still pale and thin, my fragile human mate, and even with eating good raw meat and a strong khui inside her, she’s still more delicate than I would like. I’ll feed her like a sickly kit, then. Many hearty meals and lots of marrow-filled broths to make her cheeks flush with color.

Even if that color is a strange pink.

I put on my breechcloth and my boots, and shrug on my tunic. She will need to dress warmly if we will be out all day, and I will have to watch her closely. Liz is not the type that will admit if she cannot keep up. She will protest and snarl and demand, even if she is staggering with weakness.

I admire the strength of her will, but out in the wild, it is better to be safe. A cautious hunter is a successful one.

I kneel beside her sleeping form and pull the covers off. Her pale human body is all soft curves, the gentle swells of her ass calling for my touch. I admire her rounded thighs and the curve of one half-hidden breast, and imagine what delights she will show me tonight.

Perhaps she will welcome me into her cunt, protesting the entire time as part of her bizarre human rituals.

And I will be home.

I nudge her when she doesn’t awaken. “Come, my mate. The hour grows late and we need to start the day.”