Hunted: BBW Alien Romance (Warriors of Karal Book 4) (8 page)

She laughed, and his frown deepened. “Sorry. I was thinking that I would like to be your equal, which is wholly ridiculous. After all you are this muscle man, and I’m a weak alien.”

“I think you are stronger than the Karal would give you credit for. We look at humans as weak, but you aren’t. I’m beginning to see that.” He opened the pot of salve and dipped his finger in it, coming back to her and smoothing it onto her face, his eyes fixed on the way her body reacted to his touch. “You went back and helped those people, knowing you would be in danger. That takes strength.”

“They were my friends,” she said.

“Then I hope we can be friends, so that when we are in space, if I need you, you will come back for me.”

Her heart was fluttering in her chest, and her hands were wet and clammy. She wanted him to touch her, to run his fingers all over her body. The small hairs along her neck stood on end, as he left a trail of small electric shocks along her skin.

Looking at his hands, she saw his colours flowing there, reds and purples, blues and blacks, as if he was bruised. Turning her head, she placed her lips on the back of his hand, and the jolt of electricity hit her, sending shockwaves through her body, that all culminated in her core, which ached for him.

“Do you know Okil said it would be better if we consummated our relationship before we left Karal?” he asked.

“No,” she whispered in reply, her throat so dry, a mixture of emotion and fear. Not of him, but of the unknown.

“He said it makes it easier, that the tension between us will be easier.”

“Is there tension?” she asked.

“In some parts of my body,” he admitted, and her eyes glanced down to confirm which parts he meant.

“So I see,” she said. “Would you like me to help relieve that tension?” She had never been sexually aggressive, but now she wanted him, to dominate him and take control of his emotions before he took complete control of hers.

Not waiting for an answer, although she was certain she saw it in his eyes, she curled her hand around his cock, sliding it down along the length of his shaft, and then back up, feeling the large bulbous head of his cock.

Oh my goodness
, she thought, squeezing him gently to gauge his reaction.

Garth groaned, and he placed the pot of salve down on the table, freeing up his hands to cup her breasts, one in each hand. He squeezed them together, his thumbs rubbing across the taut buds of her nipples, and she wished she was naked in front of him, instead of being swaddled in these big overalls.

As if reading her mind, his fingers went to the fastenings and he tore them apart, revealing her bra. An expert now, he reached behind her and unclasped it. Letting it drop to the floor. But before the grey functional lingerie hit the floor, he had lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

The grip around his cock tightened, making him suck harder. It was her turn to groan, and the ached between her thighs grew to an all-consuming throb. While one hand worked on his cock, her other hand went to rub the little nub between her thighs, and ease the ache for him.

Seeing her touching herself, he lifted his head and said, “Tonight I will please you.”

Lifting her up, he took her to the bed, which was pushed up against one side of the sitting room. Laying her down, he swiftly took the overalls off, and then dragged her panties down over her thighs, to cast them away.

Before she had the chance to be embarrassed about being naked in front of him once more, or to care about the red blotches all over her skin, he had eased her thighs apart, and positioned himself between them.

He looked at her, taking in her pink sex, and she knew he would see how aroused she was for him. Watching his own actions, and her reactions, he inserted one finger inside her, pushing it deep, making her hips buck off the bed.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, withdrawing. “I have only ever been with the sim. I am unsure of how you will feel with this being your first time.”

“No,” she said breathlessly. “It doesn’t hurt. The opposite.”

“Then you want me to continue?”

“Yes, please.” She would have got down on her knees and begged him if she had to. Her body ached for release.

Two fingers dipped inside her, and he grazed the sides of her tight sex, sending thrills through her unlike any she had ever experienced. If she had known having a man touch her was so good, she might not have kept her virginity intact, and she would never have come to Karal.

In and out, her drew her release from her, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his breath caressed her thighs, and then his mouth covered her clit. Tamzin’s world exploded. But Garth didn’t stop, he sucked and nipped her sensitive bud, his tongue lapping her juices and plundering her sex, before returning to torture her clit.

Lifting her head, she watched, as orgasm after orgasm ploughed into her, until she was utterly spent. Her hands fisted his hair, trying to drag him off, it was too much, but Garth was in control, and only stopped when he was ready, and she lay exhausted beneath him.

“You are so sweet on my tongue, like an addiction,” he said, moving to lie beside her, kissing her taut nipples. “Now, I want to please you again.”

Tears pricked her eyes, caused by her overwhelmed emotions. “I need a moment to recover.”

He trailed his hands down over her stomach, to her heated sex, tickling her, not entering her, and already her body was waking up, small tendrils of desire unfurling in her stomach. “Your body is beautiful, so plump and ripe.”

“I have been called many things in my life, but never plump and ripe,” she said, her hands stroking his arms, watching the colours as the shot across his skin. Of course, he was still tense, and the press of his cock against her leg told her he was incredibly aroused, but he didn’t push her further, he was willing to wait. And that made something else stir inside her, feelings of affection, of attraction.

“I don’t mean it disrespectfully. I love your curves, the way your breasts move.” His hand brushed the soft, swollen flesh, running lightly over her nipples.

She shifted her weight and turned toward him, her hand touching his cock, stroking him, covering the head and then rubbing it until it was his turn to squirm. He kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth, and she sucked on it, hard, and his precome appeared on the head of his cock, telling her he really was in need of release.

“Make love to me, you great big alien.”

Her words were arousing to him. How could that be? Touch, yes, but words…? And yet they were, making him want to please her … again. There was something so intimately satisfying in making her come, so much more than he had felt with the sim. But then here was Tamzin, flesh and blood, warm, sensual, and his. Not some cold sim who didn’t exist in this world.

Tamzin moved, placing her leg over his thigh, and then she inched her body forward until his cock was pressed against her sex, the head of it covered in her warm heat. Garth placed his hand on the rounded flesh of her bottom, and held her firmly in place while he pushed inside her. She gasped, his cock stretching her inner walls as he thrust into her.

Deeper, he pushed, before pulling back, allowing her to yield to him. Tamzin dug her nails into his back, her teeth nipping his shoulder, and then lower, to lick his hardened nipple. He nearly exploded. So this was what it felt like to make love. Two people, so different and yet the same, intent on each other’s pleasure.

His arousal grew, peaking at the moment he was deep inside her, buried up to the hilt, her inner walls tight, gripping him. There had been a moment when she had tensed, and nipped him harder, that was the moment he had broken her. She was no longer a virgin; now she was completely his.

In and out, he pulled back before lunging back into her, until his body tensed, his orgasm upon him and the head of his cock swelled inside her, and he could no longer pull out as his seed spurted deep inside her.

Tamzin said something softly under her breath, and then she exploded around him, her sex gripping him, pulsing as she cried out, her climax as intense as before. Garth kissed her, swallowing her cries, holding her close as they both finished to lie completely sated in each other’s arms.

She slept. He felt the rise and fall of her chest, and it comforted him. Before he had gone to Earth and picked her up, he had been unable to imagine having another person in his room. To have to live with a stranger had seemed unbearable; he could not understand why the other Karalians had not sent their women back here to the breeding house to live. How could someone as hard as the Hier Ruler take a female to his bed, and keep her there?

Yet now he understood. Karalians grew up with only their fathers, and when their fathers passed, they learned to wall up their emotions and move on with their lives alone. That emotionally sterile life was gone now, that life was the one he could not imagine. How quickly he had changed.

Pulling away from her, he paused to watch her sleep, before going to the small kitchen to prepare a meal. When she woke she would be hungry. And he wanted her to keep her energy up, because he wanted to make love to her again, and again.

As he prepared some fresh vegetables, and cut some thick slices of bread, he imagined what it would be like, the two of them shut away in a cruiser, travelling through space for weeks.

This mission would certainly be different to any other he had ever been on.

She stirred, He turned to watch her, and when she opened her eyes, he smiled. “I have made you some food.”

Tamzin sat up. “So that’s what woke me.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, putting the sheet around her, which was disappointing: he would have loved to have gazed at her body all night.

“Come and eat. You must be starving. I’m not sure when you last ate, but we left Earth over six hours ago.”

“It’s probably twelve hours since I ate. We were in that rain storm for hours.” She sighed. “It seems like a lifetime ago. Earth, Sybil, and Thomsk. It’s as if I dreamed them.”

“Strange how quickly things change, and you get used to them.” He pulled out a chair and set the plate of food he had prepared for her on the table. “Sit. Eat.”

“Thank you,” she said, sitting down and taking a bite of food. “This is amazing. I don’t think I’ve had anything other than sim food for years.”

“Sim food?” he asked.

“Stuff they make that tastes terrible and is meant to make us feel we are eating actual food rather than manufactured crap.” She ate more, and he watched her, fascinated by her expression.

“I don’t think I have ever seen anyone enjoy a meal I have prepared quite so much.”

“That’s because you take all this for granted,” she said after she had chewed and swallowed another mouthful. “It’s only when you haven’t had something before that you fully appreciate it. You are so lucky; I don’t expect there is anything you have never had to live without.”

He sat and thought about it. “That isn’t true. I have never known what it is like to be around a woman.”

She laughed, a short snort. “Wait until you have had to put up with me inside a small space ship for a week or more, and then you won’t think you have missed out on a thing.”

“I don’t think so.” He smiled at her, his colours creeping across his skin. But this time it wasn’t from arousal; it was from sorrow. “I am happy our child will have a mother. I see now that I must have missed a lot not having her around. Females are so different to us male Karalians.”

“Wait until we’ve changed you, then you might not think we are good to have around.”

He laughed. “Before I met you I might have agreed. But now, I think I would rather feel the full range of emotions that come with you, than to go back to being what I was before.”

She reached out and placed her hand on his. “We can be happy. Can’t we, Garth?”

“I believe so. I hope so.” And he meant it. All they had to do was survive space.

It had been a long day, which she had spent most of alone. Garth had gone off to make the last-minute preparations for their mission, and she had been left behind.

At first the thought of just sleeping in, of not having to do anything for the first time in her life, seemed like bliss. But she found herself restless, wanting to go out and explore a planet she did not know, one that was waiting on the other side of the door. But the door was locked to her.

Not just because of her being unable to leave unchaperoned, but because her skin was not supposed to be exposed to daylight.

Examining her body, she was surprised at how quickly the salve Darl had given her, and which Garth had lovingly spread all over her body last night, had helped. The redness was already fading, and her skin didn’t feel taut as if it had shrunk a size in the wash.

Talking of washing, she had taken a lovely long shower. In water. She couldn’t remember the last time she had stood under jets of water. Feeling them spray her body, to run off leaving her clean was amazing. And then she had stood in a hot air dryer, turning this way and that until she was dry.

Now she was seated on the side of the bed, applying the salve again and wishing he was here.

Once she had finished, she replaced the lid on the salve, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, pulling on the loose cotton shirt he had given her. When she returned, he was there.

“What did you do, creep in?” she asked, finding herself ridiculously happy to see him.

“No, the sound of the tap must have stopped you hearing me.” He looked tired, and she felt guilty for keeping him up all night; not that he complained, apart from when she nipped his nipple, and then he yelped like a puppy.

“Is everything ready?” she asked. “I still can’t believe I’m going back into space tomorrow. When I haven’t seen anything of your planet.”

“I have been thinking about that.” He went to the kitchen and began to boil some water. “I thought we could go out this evening, after the suns have set. We could take some food and eat while we watch the stars come out.”