Orange Sky, page 5
part #1 of Manasty Series
I heard a noise Zirc was coming out with two steaming bowls. My stomach growled loudly in response.
Normally, I would be embarrassed. But I found myself staring. Staring at Zirc.
With the two suns high in the sky, I could clearly see him. His tight tunic was not enough to hide the abs and muscles in his form. He has corded muscles and thick thighs that I don’t normally find appealing. I wanted normal, good-looking guys but not too beefy like they are running for Mr Universe.
But what I found fascinating was the stripes on his body. I know they are also his skin. Even when lost in the moment of heat, he trembled anytime I ran my finger down one of his stripes. On his arms, across his chest, his thighs. His tail swung back and forth as he walked toward me.
His tail.
I found myself trailing my tongue along my lips. The things he could do with his tail.
When he neared, I looked up into his eyes.
The pupils were slits. The Prussian blue of his eyes was almost black. He shielded me from the suns, casting a nice shade. I know why my body was acting like this. Whatever those aliens injected inside of me was still running its course.
Zirc leaned forward and banged the two bowls to either side of me.
He growled and even though his fangs were a display of anger, it only made them quite sexy. The way he used them many times before.
I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat. I tried to cross my legs but couldn’t move because he had me sort of caged. Even though we’d been out in the sun for so long, he smelled almost like the flowers in the trees we encountered along the way.
He smelled good enough to eat.
He growled loudly now.
“Eat,” he commanded, and suddenly, he was about three feet away from me. Back toward me, hands on his waist, legs set apart as if to hold himself steady. He was looking out at the plains.
It’s good to know that whatever was happening to me also affected him.
In the steaming bowls was something orange (of course), yellow, and brown when I tried to stir it. Maybe the orange one is a carrot?
I tried the soup and it actually tasted much better. Not too salty.
I could finish this. The brown looked too dubious to be called meat, and I did not want to know what, so I skipped it. But I liked the taste of the orange and yellow vegetable-like things.
Zirc was still in that pose, looking out to the fields. I watched the way his silvery white hair almost touched his waist. His tail was twined around one of his lower legs. He seemed to be surveying the land as if it was his own.
I had finished one bowl except for the brown things.
I looked back at Zirc again and the bowl. He didn’t look hungry, so I started with the second bowl.
I could clearly see all the stripes on his arms. I shivered when I remembered how it felt as he glided across my skin.
I concentrated on eating, and soon enough, I placed the empty bowl, minus the brown things, beside me.
Zirc turned. He had his poker face on and walked toward me. He looked at the two bowls and raised an eyebrow at me.
Yeah, so I’m hungry, sue me.
Good thing he didn’t smirk; otherwise, I would kick his shins.
He simply took one bowl, scooped out the brown things, and ate them. He did the same with the other bowl.
“Funny how you don’t like to eat vegetables,” he said.
I might have turned green. What was I eating then? Meat?
I wanted to throw up but it really tasted good.
“I don’t understand how you can eat so much bland food. But I chose well.” He sounded too pleased with himself.
He looked proud that he went out of his way to make me eat.
He went back inside the house. I was positive someone was inside because when he came out, he had a much larger bowl of steaming food. I dared to look and wished I hadn’t.
Some of it wiggled in the soup.
It was red or maybe it was just too much orange.
I stood and heard him chuckling a bit.
I didn’t want to see him eat. I was still not sure if they were also cannibals, so maybe I should not be near him when he eats. I went farther away toward the fields.
8
ZIRC
Iwatched as she moved. I felt positive that she was a spy from the enemies. She. I’d never had sex with a female that I thoroughly enjoyed. That was why she was dangerous. We tried to mate with other aliens, but our elders and history told us it was a failure. We couldn’t find a match. I went to a space brothel last year and felt nothing, even when there were more than three females at a time. Our kind had a much higher sex drive than others. That was why we had many lovers.
Yet, this female was giving off vibes, unlike the other females. I needed to tell the others about her in case more like her were sent to our planet.
I needed to drop her off somewhere soon. The way I needed to feed her was bad. It is the way of lovers and not our way. I had to ask the male of the house to give me an unseasoned bowl. It was simply unheard of and bad manners.
We tended to ourselves unless it was a family member, close friends, or more.
I do not want to deal with this.
I needed to get rid of her soon.
I found my eyes on her again. She moved to another shaded area but only far enough so she couldn’t see me eating. I saw how she turned pale when she saw my food. It’s either the enemies starved her, or the planet she came from had weak stomachs.
She fiddled with that small bag I gave her, taking inventory of the small things she got along the way. I realized she didn’t have money. Other cultures depended on money but here, everyone had food as long as you provided your share. The forests were rich with food. She could dig and pluck fruits.
Still, right now, she’s plump and I like holding her curves. The outline of her jumpsuit was making her stand out. I should probably buy her another set of clothes. Good thing I’d kept that jumpsuit. Coone must have stashed it in my bag because he knew we were going to meet. I wonder how he would react to seeing her. However, she needed to find real food fast. She explained the things she ate by drawing sketches on the dirt using a dried twig. I realized the kinds of food she ate were from other galaxies, which I honestly found disgusting. Who eats processed food? I took her to a prime meat butcher in town so she could eat real food. And what did she do? She puked.
Sighing, I gathered my things and stood. She noticed me and immediately closed her body bag and stood. It rested just below her ample hips that I wanted to hold again. Fuck, what’s going on inside of me? Maybe she has a poison or mind control? Yet I could not detect anything from her. I am one of the best trackers and could spot a liar a hundred impes away.
Then it hit me.
That tiny bag is all of her belongings. Everything she owned was neatly packed in that tiny bag of hers. A qhudril, those little beasts, can store tons of food and baubles they like to steal. On average, they can store food twice my size.
…….
Brynn
Zirc was growling again. And it concerned me that he looked at me as if I’d done something bad. So I looked at him, trying to challenge him.
“What is it now?”
Of course, it’s futile because he doesn’t understand me.
He just glared. His eyes had gone to slits. I gasped. And couldn’t stop my body from taking two steps back.
He seemed to realize it at the same time. He stopped growling immediately. Then turned his back.
“Follow me.”
My heart was beating too fast. I haven’t seen any person who could change moods that fast except a woman with hormonal issues. I walked behind him and away from the house, staying at least two steps behind him. The horse, like a dog, was trailing us. I kept looking back but he was very docile for a very large horse.
I first heard it before I saw the stream at the back of the house. It seemed like most houses here had a nearby stream or other small body of water. This must be their bathroom.
True enough, we stayed long enough only to wash ourselves. Even though Zirc motioned for me to strip naked, we did not have sex. I turned my back to him while I washed myself. The water was only knee deep so I had to scoop it. He handed me what looked like paper that turned into soap. It was enough to soap my hair and body.
He had finished and was looking at my body. His desire was clearly written on his face. And his naked, erect cock.
My vision was partially blocked when he threw me clothes. I gathered them and they were fresh. But the same set of clothes I had before, minus the stain. I could not tell if they were the same or new. I stood naked at the stream, wondering if he could do magic. I didn’t see anything resembling a dryer. Maybe his bag had an extra set of clothes?
When I looked up, part of his body disappeared at the corner of the house. I finished dressing in record time and sprinted to his location.
He frowned at me.
I took a deep breath and walked calmly toward him. I hoped I didn’t look too desperate. Of course, I did not think he would leave me here.
He grabbed me by my waist none too gently and hauled me up. This time, I was ready, so it did not surprise me too much. I simply held on to the horn of the saddle.
He pulled me toward him. I stiffened when something hot poked me in my ass. Stroking me in tune with the gait of our horse. His arm felt like an iron band across my waist. I knew he had clothes on, the same washed-out clothes as always. But it felt as if he was naked.
“Hmm,” he said against my hair. I felt his chest rumble. He felt so warm behind my back.
“You smell like me,” he purred. I had goosebumps all over my body. His breath was hot against my neck. Huh?
I realized he placed my hair to one side and was now inhaling me.
I knew his intentions and my traitorous body was responding.
“Screw this,” was all the warning I got from him before he lifted me slightly and, in one swoop, removed my pants. I don’t know where they went.
The next I felt was his huge cock sliding behind me. I leaned back because he grabbed both my legs and placed them on the edge of the saddle.
What the?
My pussy was wide open to the elements.
In broad daylight.
Juice escaped my pussy at the thought.
“Hmm,” he said again. “You get easily stimulated. That is good.”
Using both palms, he started to touch my nether lips. I wanted to stop him but my hands were trapped by his arms. He dipped his head so his cheek was touching mine. The small hairs on this face felt luxurious.
I moaned when he dipped a finger inside me and rubbed my clit.
“How interesting.” His voice sounded clinical, almost bored, except I felt his cock expanding. “Ah, stop struggling, little one. That’s it, that’s it. Ride my finger.”
I was shameless. Absolutely shameless. At any time, another being could cross our path, and I’d be here exposed and riding his finger like he told me to, like a slut.
Soon both his hands got busy as he continued to rub my clit, fucking me with his fingers and coating the rim of my ass with my juices. Then he had fingers in both my ass and pussy.
“Your other hole is not expanding like this other one.” He inserted three more fingers inside my pussy and I almost slid off, except he had a firm hold of my body.
“Please,” I moaned. His fingers are way better than any vibrator. I never had anal sex before. But if this is what it feels like, then I’m all game.
“Too bad I can’t understand you.” There was humor in his voice. “I want you to gag with my cock. Do you like that?”
I moaned out loud. He chuckled as I thrashed against his arms. I grabbed his biceps tightly and pushed back against his fingers.
I came and felt more fluids leaving my body. Damn it.
His purr became a rumble, a nice massage against my trembling body.
He lifted his right hand and licked his fingers.
“You taste different.”
I wanted to swear at him but was still panting.
“I can get addicted to your taste.”
I decided he could live. For now.
When he was finished, he licked his other hand. Then he licked the right side of my face. My neck.
“You taste like fresh water,” he murmured.
I highly doubt that. Their freshwater tasted like salt.
“I think you’re rested enough,” he gently placed both of my legs down. He leaned forward, so I followed the movement. He guided my hands on the pommel. My right hand he placed on the horn.
Uh-oh.
He slid backward and I braced myself. Please, not my ass. Please not.
I tried to look behind me but he grabbed my legs and placed my feet on stirrups? Or whatever it was, my feet were now anchored so that when he pressed down and lifted my weight at the same time, I could use them to brace myself.
I gasped. His entry was swift and he was so big. He paused midway and rammed himself to the hilt.
Fuck. He’s big and long.
He grunted as he pulled out and rammed me again. He did it again as he fucked me from behind.
I felt the wind washing away my moans and sweat. The horse was galloping causing extra vibrations inside me.
Who knew having sex on top of the horse was exhilarating?
I knew it wouldn’t last long. He pushed hard and his body trembled as hot liquid shot up inside me. I screamed my orgasm as if scalded by his heat.
When he finished, he lifted me up and leaned back. My booted feet landed on his muscular thighs. His clothed muscular thighs.
I looked down and saw he had balls, two of them, and the outline of his cock inside me. I gulped. He was still pulsing, and I could see it. Thick white cum was on the saddle and some oozed out when he adjusted us in the seat.
Should be gross, but oddly, I found it sexy.
The other half of my brain though, protested. Pregnant and barefoot on this planet, echoed over and over.
I forgot about it when he grabbed my middle and pulled me up, then down his shaft. As if I was light as a feather.
He used me as he saw fit. Just when I was about to orgasm, he would change position. He was prolonging this. Amazing he could continue this. Then I felt it. He came again. But only in small spurts.
Still, he continued to pull me up and down. His pace was controlled.
“Zirc,” I moaned.
“Yes, that’s it. Say my name,” he hissed, then groaned. This time, he came longer.
“Yes,” I shouted to the skies, my body arched like a string on a bow. I noticed the stars. Only one moon was out, the other hidden by clouds.
Night time already. How long had we been fucking?
I heard him purring again as he licked my face, then my neck. When he was finished, he gently pulled out.
We grunted at the same time.
His arm moved, and then a warm sponge was against me. He brushed my front, then my thighs, straightening my legs on either side of the saddle.
“If we are on a flat surface, I would prefer to lick you clean,” he murmured against my ear.
Wow, is this what they meant by death by sex? How does he have so much energy? And why do I feel I can go all night long with him?
When he was finished, I felt him adjust his pants. Then he laid a warm blanket on top of me. He never bothered to put back my pants. I hope he did not lose them.
I promptly went to sleep, and I woke up to his head in between my legs, eating me. My dream became a reality. I moaned and felt the pommel at my back.
We tried all sorts of positions. Stopping only to eat, relieve ourselves and wash when a stream or river was nearby. It’s amazing how, like in a desert, there are oases. We only had sex while travelling on a horse.
The sex was simply glorious. Before I closed my eyes to sleep, I realized he was not holding the reins. I wondered if we’d end up lost somewhere. Later, much later, I found out they could speak telepathically to some animals on this planet.
9
BRYNN
We’d been travelling for years.
Okay, that’s an exaggeration. It felt like that but it was only days. I’d counted close to six. Six days of travelling on a horse that can outrun a bullet train, eat, sleep, and lots and lots of sex. The horse’s seat could change to accommodate our needs. It’s like we were encased in a snow globe, no, make that a desert globe. But when we crossed a small hill, and I saw fields, I felt Zic’s attention shift. It’s like he was waiting for someone to ambush us.
I saw houses that were separated by those orange and yellow crop fields. I also saw some strange-looking animals that resembled a dog or a cow. They were silent machines in the fields. I thought they were powered by water because steam came out of the back of them. Still, there were few people around.
We went to the center of this farming town, and I saw more houses or buildings all made of orange wood. No bricks or concrete. Even the two-floor house I saw was made of wood with a roof made of long grass or leaves from a tree. I couldn’t tell.
Zirc saw me looking at it and he growled loudly. He dragged me by my arms. He looked angry but at least he was not hurting me. I had a feeling what that place was. Yet, I only saw men lurking at the front and on the balcony. No women.
Speaking of females, I hadn’t seen any around. I saw a kid while Zirc dragged me along the street. The kid was probably around ten. When I tried to look closer, an older man who looked a bit like him hurriedly took the boy inside their house. But not before glaring at me.
Zirc stopped.
When I glanced at the big guy, he had that condescending look as if telling me it was taboo to approach a kid. His brows knit, forming a deep V on his forehead. But then he continued to walk. So, on this planet, it’s not good to look at kids. But that kid was sooo cute. He had sky-blue stripes, although they were lighter in color than his father's. Most people here had different shades of blue, so much so that Zirc stood out. My gray poncho was on, so they probably couldn’t tell I had no stripes underneath.
