ARMOR [New World Book 2] (12 page)

Amy nodded. Dasks led her
through the forest. The first thing Amy noticed was that he seemed to be
following a trail, but not one visible to the eye. When she mentioned this, he
smiled and looked up. Amy looked up then noticed an opening in the ground.
Farther ahead was another larger opening. She understood then—Castians jumped
from tree to ground to tree. That was the trail they followed.

Dasks led her to the most
fascinating shelter. It was almost impossible to even tell it was a shelter.
Certainly it would be virtually undetectable from the air. It was a solid wood
tree trunk that ballooned like a mushroom. Intricately, the roots gnarled and
weaved together. Amy had never seen anything like it. It was as picturesque as
a story book. When they approached, a solid door slid back. It was darker
inside, like a cave. Many panels lit the rounded walls. Inside was the same
spongy material from ceiling to floor. Only inside, the color was hunter green.

“It’s beautiful,” she said in
awe.

“Come on,” Dasks said, urging
her forward.

When they came to a solid
brown door, Dasks waved his hand in front of a panel. The door disappeared into
the wall then snapped back into place after they entered the large room.

Amy gazed around. There was a
window that ran the length of the room. Through it, Amy could see others
milling about outside.

“No curtains?” she asked.

“A shield slides back if you
wish,” Dasks said. “Mostly it snaps into place if we’re under attack. No one
can see in. The dome has an invisible shield. Since Cobra’s return to power,
security has been vamped up. We have no idea what information the Castian
prisoners have divulged to the Tonans. If void of their armor, our captured
warriors can feel pain. It’s not something Castians are used to. We have been
shielded our entire lives.”

“Oh.”

“Not far from here is our
bathing spring. We have a smaller separate one in our room, but I like the
community area. Now that there are females, we have taken to registering a time
when we can be alone. I’m certain more will be added. I know it seems a bit
antiquated, but this planet is still in its infancy.”

Amy turned around in a
circle. It was primitive in a quaint kind of way. And it was also much farther
advanced than Earth had been. There were no pictures on the walls in their
room. There really didn’t need to be with such a large window. Outside, Amy saw
Meg and Talsk. Talsk was showing Meg a huge butterfly that had to be at least a
foot tall. Amy had never seen anything so colorful. It shone in colorful tones
Amy had never seen before. Amy laughed when the butterfly landed on Meg’s head.
The antennae parted the bangs from the woman’s forehead. She could see Meg
giggling as the creature stroked her with its feelers.

When Dasks’ arms slipped
around her, Amy settled against him. She was startled to see a doe suddenly
appear from the bush outside the window. It approached Talsk with no fear and
soon he was gently petting the animal’s head.

“We brought a few Earth
animals here. Nothing dangerous to our females.”

“How is it that the doe has
no fear?” Amy marveled. “It’s been hunted by man forever on Earth and in the
last year, it must have been far worse.”

“The animal can sense
intention. Talsk is enamored of these creatures—he’s enamored with a lot of
things lately. The doe can no doubt scent his intention. I think if it knew
Talsk was no doubt wishing he could cuddle it, the poor thing might flee.”

Amy giggled and Dasks
chuckled. Dasks’ warrior mate was a big teddy bear. It was no wonder Meg was in
love with him. Amy was fond of him too. Talsk had cast Amy numerous glances
when around her. Amy knew he sensed Dasks’ frustration. For the most part,
Talsk said nothing but occasionally, Amy could see Talsk’s annoyance toward his
warrior mate. Meg had casually led Talsk away on those occasions. Amy had
disclosed her concerns to Meg. Her friend didn’t know what to say. It was
Dasks’ and Amy’s decision; Meg would support them either way.

“One of the warriors
practically begged Cobra to let him return with a tiger,” Dasks said. “Cobra
refused, as he was too concerned for the females. A tiger would cause a Castian
warrior no harm and make a formidable pet. But as a compromise, Cobra promised
to program a tiger hologram. I think he was just as intrigued with the fanged
beast. So be warned. Any tigers or panthers you see are only images and will
not harm you.”

“But you said Slocks could
bite toes.”

“They were an amusement to
Castian warriors. Pranks. I admit it’s juvenile, but we got bored. Without
women, days grew tedious for the warriors who remembered them. We invented many
strange animals with real capabilities to entertain ourselves and keep us
sharp. Many things have since been deactivated or reprogrammed. But without the
hassle of Slocks, we never would have invented the chemical to repel them and
found healing waters for females. They tested our inventive abilities. We have
grown.”

“Maybe something else can be
invented for healing,” Amy mused.

“Our mating might heal you,”
Dasks reminded her.

“Or it could kill you.”

Dasks sighed and pulled her
into his embrace. Immediately, Amy felt warm dampness seep from his chest into
her cheek. His sweat had no scent, but had the ability to make her feel warm
and safe. Amy tilted her head back to look up at him.

“I don’t want to spend the
time I have with you thinking about what could be or might be. Just about what
is. I don’t know how long I have. All I know is if it weren’t for you, I would
be spending my last days being tortured. Thank you for saving me from those
men. Thank you for bringing me here. Don’t ask for what I can’t give you.
Anything else is yours until I take my last breath.”

“Then let’s make sure your
last breaths are the happiest of your life,” Dasks said, offering her a sad
smile.

Amy reached up to touch his
face. “What do you sense?” she asked.

“Humans are given such a
short lifespan as it is. How do you ever form bonds?”

Amy smiled. “Castian warriors
may sense emotion, but something tells me humans feel emotion stronger.”

Dasks nodded. “Perhaps. At
first all of your emotions coming at me at once almost made me crazy.”

Amy chuckled. “It makes most
men crazy.”

“When we make love, there is
a strong scent from you. An emotion of irony. Why do you feel this emotion
during sex?”

“We make love like we will
never make love again. Live like you were dying, I guess, is also love like it
might be the last time. Since I am, it could explain my scent.”

“How else would you make
love?”

To Amy he seemed amused with
the notion but sad with the underlying truth.

“Well,” she said in a cheeky
tone wanting to play and take the sadness from his expression. “First I would
find an amazing place, like a strange planet. Oh wait—already on one. Then I
would find the sexiest man alive. Oh, already done that too. Then I would ask
the sexiest man alive to find me his favorite place and take me there, where we
could each have our way with the other.”

Amy could see Dasks’ jaw
twitch.

His armor closed over him
with rapid speed. Amy squealed when Dasks tossed her over his shoulder. Once
outside, Dasks was moving at a dizzying rate. Deeper into the forest they
moved, tree to ground to tree. When Dasks finally slowed and set her on her
feet, Amy was the one who was out of breath.

Flustered, Amy placed a hand
to her breast. “You Castians should come with a warning: Fast moving objects.”

Dasks grinned at her and took
her hand. He led her into a cave.

Amy glanced around curiously.
The ground was still spongy and it wasn’t nearly as dark inside as she had thought
it would be. She realized why. The walls were a pastel pink. Like crystal
shining from the walls of the cave to brighten it. Amy felt one. It was
deceptively soft, like foam. It looked like hard rocks. Deeper they strolled
into the cave. Amy heard water.

“Is this your healing water?”
she asked.

Steam was billowing around
the pastel rocks on the ground that surrounded a clear pool of water. The
entire pool was lit and glowing. The area was warm. Amy felt hands on her
shoulders sliding her small shirt down over her waist then hips. She wore
tight-fitting but flexible knee-high pants. Dasks’ hands came around from behind
her to cup her breasts.

“No, this isn’t healing
water. It’s a hologram.”

“But it looks so real.”

“It will feel real, trust me.
It was the water on Bagron that was poisoned. Not this water.”

Amy turned to look into his
eyes. Dasks’ intense gaze settled onto her. “What do you want to do?” she
whispered.

“Castians take a female from
behind when they mate so they can be marked. I want to have you that way. The
water won’t heal you so I won’t be tempted to mark you. I think you’ll like
this particular pool. It doesn’t heal, but it has other special qualities you
might find interesting.”

Amy shivered when his hands
rose to cup her breasts again. His fingers played with her nipples. Amy slid
her pants off. When Dasks took his off, they stood and stared at one another.
Amy wondered about his secretions. It was no wonder humans had tears. Their
eyes absorbed emotions in a way. She could see what he was feeling. Amy’s eyes
were filled with the beauty of him.

Amy took a step closer to
Dasks and ran her hand across his chest. She knew if she pushed her finger into
his soft skin she would feel the underlying armor. She lifted one of his hands
to study it. His fingernails were a solid white but otherwise normal. They were
exceptionally large but not freakishly so. Looking down at his feet she could
see they too were normal, just very large and broad. They suited him.

Leaning closer Amy sniffed
him like he did her. He smelled of the outdoors, a pine scent that had a musky
male odor. When her tongue flicked out to taste him, he quivered. She knew he
could scent her emotions through that simple taste. Amy was aroused. She was
hot for him and he knew it.

Dasks moved forward causing
her to step back. When they reached the water, Amy gripped his already hardening
cock. Dasks pushed at her shoulders and Amy stepped back into the water. Down
she went while Dasks remained before her until she was face level with his erection.
Her hands were still sliding over his generous length. Amy kissed him first.
Small kisses up and down his hard length and she heard his breathing increase.

When Amy wrapped her lips
around him, Dasks’ hands tightened in her hair. When Dasks began to lower
himself, Amy sunk deeper into the water. More soft rocks were underneath her.
Dasks was on his knees, with his thighs spread, and Amy was pressed to the wall
of the pool to reach more of him. As her mouth slid over and around him, Amy
could feel the rocks rubbing her breasts as she moved against them. Another
pressed her clit and she wiggled her hips closer. The faster she sucked on
Dasks’ cock, the greater the feel of the rocks rolling against her, pushing at
her opening. Amy had never used a vibrator; she thought this might be what it
felt like. It was almost too much.

Dasks gripped her wrists in
one hand before she could pull back. His other buried into her hair and moved
her faster. Part of the soft rock was moving inside her. The foamy substance shaped
to accommodate and mold to a perfect thickness. It moved deeper inside of her.
Because the rock could change shape, her clit was being tormented as she
pressed against it. Her breasts were squished to the pool wall but again were
being fondled by the odd substance.

In and out the substance slid
as Amy moved forward and back.

Dasks’ hand on her wrists was
slick with secretions to calm her.

Amy wasn’t scared, just
surprised. Deeper the substance went as she relaxed. When she felt she couldn’t
take any more, Dasks moved her faster. More of his cock buried into her mouth.
Her fists clenched as her tension built. Amy couldn’t believe it when she
actually came.

Amy was gasping for air when
Dasks pulled himself from her mouth and jumped into the pool behind her. He
kept her pinned in the position she was in as his entire body rubbed against
her back. Amy was then lifted higher; the rock-cock was removed. Her feet
settled onto higher rocks to suit Dasks’ greater height. The pool rocks sunk to
envelope her feet and Amy couldn’t move. From this position the soft substance
no longer penetrated her, but other rocks still cradled and massaged her tits.

Dasks’ cock was pressing
against her hot opening and with a hard thrust, he buried himself inside her.
The rock near her pressed against her clit and teased her. Amy couldn’t help
it, she screamed. It was as though she was being pleasured by multiple
partners. All of whom wanted her to give them everything she had.

Dasks was so hard. The rock
was so firm and soft against her clit and breasts. Dasks moved faster. It was
all Amy could do to breathe. She felt his warm hands on her shoulders. His
secretions were seeping into her, both calming and stimulating. It was
fantastic. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her in crashing waves. Amy felt
Dasks’ teeth in her throat. The crashing waves became rolling ones. Amy’s knees
buckled and when she was pressed farther forward, the strange rock substance
encased her knees keeping her upright.