Alien Avatar: An Alien Sci-Fi Romance (22 page)

Naeesha moved silently through the underbrush, longbow in hand. She watched carefully as a splendid buck picked through the leaf litter on the forest floor, fattening itself up before the winter.

There was too much brush between her and her prize to make a good shot, so she waited and watched, always moving to stay downwind. A twig snapped under her foot and the buck snapped upright and looked right back at her. She could see its heart pounding as it stared right at the bush she was hiding behind. A tense moment went by, and the deer went back to grazing.

She crept around the bush, drew her bow, and fired.

An explosion of laughter burst out of the forest as her untipped arrow sailed through the air and connected with the buck’s side, causing it to rear up on two legs and jump from one hoof to another.

A dozen Halian children sprang from their hiding places in the bushes and swarmed the buck, wrapping their arms around its spindly legs and climbing onto its antlers.

The deer shifted back into Marko, and he collapsed onto the group, surrendering to his tiny attackers.

Naeesha walked of her hiding place and sat down on a rock across from Marko and the children, unable to hold back a smile.

“Alright,” she said in Halian. “What did we learn?”

“You have to put heads on your arrows!”

“But only when we’re not shooting our friends, Takra,”

Takra made the same suggestion every time Marko and Naeesha took the children out into the woods to learn to hunt. It was slightly unnerving, but she chocked it up to youthful enthusiasm.

“Don’t step on loud sticks,” another child suggested.

“Bring a snack so your belly doesn’t rumble!”

“Go to the bathroom before you leave!”

Marko threw back his head in laughter. Naeesha buried her head in her hands to hide her own. It was incredibly difficult to teach when you couldn’t keep a straight face.

But it was alright. The young ones had plenty of time, and the forests here were bountiful. By the time the tribe would come to rely on them, they would have already been through a dozen biomes, and learned how to find food and water and shelter in all of them.

It was hard to imagine all of the giggling, round faced babies fifteen years later, fully grown and providing for their people. But then, Naeesha never would have imagined that she’d ever find her way here.

Marko lead the class back to the village, answering the same questions about what it was like to shapeshift for the thousandth time. She went back to their tent to put the equipment away and to relax. Kids were… not her strong suite. She’d been terrified that joining the tribe would mean taking on some responsibilities with them.

In the end, she turned out to be a better teacher than she thought. The tribe’s structure made it possible for her to help out however she could, and to leave the rest of their parenting to the people better suited to the task.

She was just putting the bow away and stripping out of her camouflage robe when Marko opened the flap of the tent and came inside.

“Mmm.”

“Oh shut up,” Naeesha teased, greeting him with a kiss.

“No, they’re doing a pit roast tonight. I can already smell it.”

“Gods you’re the
worst.
”

He sat down on their bednest and reached up for her hand. She relinquished it to him and let him pull her down onto his lap.

“Do you have to do anything before circles?” he asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“I was going to take a little nap,” she said, pulling her robe off her shoulders.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Only if you’re going to make it worth my while.”

She leaned in and kissed him, holding him close and running her fingers over his hair.

“And what can I do to be worthy of your presence, oh magisterial one?”

She laughed. “You made that word up.”

“And if I did?”

“Then I’d say you’d have to make it up to me,” she said, letting her hand trail down to his belt, pulling it open.

“Would kisses be enough?”

Marko didn’t wait for a reply before giving it a shot.

“Hm, it’s going to take more than that.”

“What if I did this?” he asked, running his fingers down her neck and over her shoulders, teasing her breast as they slid agonizingly downward, stopping just shy of her cunt.

“Mmm, that’s a start, but I want more.”

“More?”

She pulled his robe open and grabbed his cock.

“Oh,
more.
”

Naeesha silenced him with kisses as she stroked him hard. As soon as he was ready for her, she lifted her hips and pushed him inside. Marko was done with the jokes now, his attention diverted entirely to her pleasure. She braced herself on his shoulders, keeping her lips locked to his as she rode him nice and slow.

He pulled her robe away and tossed it aside, running his hands along the full length of her curves settling on her hips and urging her faster and deeper. She resisted, setting her own pace, always choosing to leave her lover wanted a little more. It was
all
in the wanting.

But he was well equipped to play that game too. He pushed her back just far enough to take her nipple into his mouth and lavish it with playful licks and tender kisses, backing off just as she was starting to enjoy herself.

“Oh don’t stop,” she cried, even as Marko started grinning. He was smiling because he knew what Naeesha was going to do next, and he liked it. He leaned back in, just long enough to give her a cruel lick that left her wanting. She caught his head at her chest and held him tight, not letting him pull away.

Marko rewarded her with the pleasure she so much desired. But that wasn’t what he was smiling about.

The slow riding, Marko’s sweet attentions, they were
nice
, but they weren’t enough. Naeesha pushed her lover onto his back and leaned over him, inching her knees forward for better leverage and bringing her hips down hard against his.

“
Fuck
,” Marko plead as his hands sought out the curve of her waist. She started rocking her body against his, using his full length, grinding her clit against his mound. He pulled her faster and faster and her legs clenched and her breath caught and her toes curled as she pushed closer and closer to the edge of release.

“Come on, come on,” Marko chanted. She pushed herself harder, rocked faster, and focused her attention on the growing heat in her stomach until there was no more containing it and it swept through her body, leaving her soft and warm. She tried to keep going, but her muscles were spent and her breath was long gone. Marko rested a hand on her hip and they rolled onto their sides, giggling and kissing like they were still just greenhorns sneaking around in the barracks.

***

Naeesha slept through the circles. It was bad form, but she was exhausted and news had been light for the last few weeks and she trusted Marko to tell her anything she needed to hear, and to say anything that she needed to say.

Sleeping through dinner, on the other hand, was not an option. She climbed out of bed and dressed herself as she heard the crowd move towards the dining hall. She stepped out into the falling night and joined the procession, looking for Marko in the crowd.

She never found him. It wasn’t a big deal. Their tribe was over two-thousand strong now. It wasn’t always possible to find one face in the crowd. She got her dinner and looked for a place to sit.

In the end, she had dinner with a few of the birthparents of the kids in her hunting class. They were always eager to hear how things were going along, and to learn of any behavior that needed to be addressed. Mostly, they talked about where they thought the tribe would be moving next. It was getting to be the end of the season, and there was talk of finding a new place to spend the summer.

As dinner wrapped up, she realized why she hadn’t been able to find Marko or Rakkan. They were preparing for a ceremony to name a new elder to the tribe. A few times in the last year, they’d mysteriously disappeared during dinner, and it was always before a naming ceremony. She wondered who it would be for this time.

Probably one of the members who had joined after the cleansing of the capital. The tribe had hundreds of new members, many of them well deserving of the title. It was strictly honorary - any authority that a member had within the tribe was bestowed by the continuing trust of the members, not by honorific. It didn’t so much convey authority as it signified it. Elders were the members of the tribe whose work was invaluable and whose wisdom was indispensable. The most succinct definition was probably to say that just as every adult was a parent to the the children, the elders were parents to the entire tribe.

The tribe hushed as all of the tribe’s elders joined at the front of the dining hall and linked arms.

Rakkan stepped forward and spoke. There was a brief exchange of words that was customary to start the ceremony. He’d finish talking and then the person closest to the new elder would step forward to personally invite the honoree to join their ranks.She watched carefully, waiting to see who would step forward as Rakkan finished his speech.

“As you are all well aware,” he said, “a member must be with the tribe for one year before being welcomed as elder. In the last year, we have been blessed with many new members who have already proven themselves as worthy of this station. It is our distinct pleasure on this evening to welcome the first of that cohort to the front of the tribe.”

Naeesha wondered who it was. It must have been someone who’d joined just before her. Her first year with the tribe would be marked by the first day of summer, only a few weeks away.

And then Marko stepped forward. And called her name.

Confused, she stood and walked to the front of the hall. Marko smiled at her and gave her a hug.

“The Halian year is twenty days shorter than hours,” he whispered.

She stood by his side and turned around to face her family.

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