Tribe Outsider, page 18
part #2 of Chosen Series
“Please , now!” she cried against Frrar’s lips, wanting one of them inside her before she came.
She needed to feel connected to them in the most visceral way possible, needed them to ground her and remind her they were one in the face of all the changes around them. They were her one constant in a world of unpredictability, the one thing she could be utterly confident in, even when surrounded by uncertainty.
Arruk gave her pussy one last long lick before he sat up and guided her to wrap her fingers around his cock, pressing her hand against his knot. He held it there with his upper hand, strumming her clit with his lower fingers, keeping her moaning for him, until he was hard and swollen for her.
Letting go of her hand, he gripped his shaft and lined them up before slowly, gently pushing inside her, letting her feel every inch. Lily tore her mouth from Frrar’s, groaning in pleasure as Arruk’s thick length stretched her open.
He set an almost leisurely pace; fucking her in long, unhurried strokes, but bottoming out hard enough to rock her body against the nest beneath her, making her cry out at the feel of him so deep inside her.
He waited until her cries rose in pitch before quickening his thrusts, the muffled slap of skin on velvet becoming progressively louder as he took her harder.
Without warning, he gripped her hips with his upper hands and her thighs with his lower, using his hold to lift her and ruthlessly rock against her, letting her take him completely and grinding her clit against his knot every time their bodies collided.
Her mouth fell slack, and her eyes rolled back when the change in position made his cock hit that special spot inside her with every thrust. Frrar’s hungry mouth on her neck, Tor sucking and flicking her nipples, and Arruk pounding into her brought her to the brink.
“Arruk! I’m… ” was all she got out before Frrar co vered her lips with his, swallowing her scream as she shattered.
Arruk rode her through the release, hammering into her until he abruptly froze, his big cock buried to the hilt. She could feel him throb with every jet of cum he shot inside her, felt his body jerk with each spasm, and heard his deep groans of pleasure.
When they both finished, he languidly rolled his hips against her before he withdrew slowly, letting her feel every ridge and vein on his still-hard shaft with her slick, swollen opening. Gasping, she writhed against the feathery leaves under her, the feeling of their softness against her naked back blending with the sensation of Arruk pulling out of her, making her pussy clench in renewed need.
Arruk lifted her leg, kissing the inside of her knee before giving the spot a quick nip. She shivered, smiling about their shared, unique show of affection. Tor moved farther up the nest as Arruk set her legs down and took his place at her side, cuddling close to lick and nuzzle the sensitive skin of her throat.
Frrar lifted his mouth from hers, sliding his lips across her cheek to her ear. He licked the shell before growling lowly, “Mek pusssy now… ”
A whimper sounded in the back of her throat as her eyes widened. His words sounded like the most pleasurable threat she’d ever heard, and she nodded eagerly.
“Yes,” she hissed, her breath hitching and her core tightening in anticipation.
He crawled backward down the nest until he was even with her bent knees. Sliding his tail between her legs, he rubbed it against her slickness, purring when she moaned. He gripped her hips, flipped her over effortlessly and positioned her on all fours before he moved behind her.
He slid his upper hands up to hold her waist and squeezed her ass with his lower, spreading her open for him. She felt the slick, wedge shape of his cockhead bumping against her clit as he throbbed with arousal before he notched himself in her opening.
He teased her, sinking in just a bare inch, stretching her deliciously, before pulling back out to rub himself on her swollen nub. Groaning, she tried to push back and impale herself, but he just rumbled and held her still as he continued to play with her.
“Frrar ,” she demanded, groaning when he sunk inside her a little deeper.
“Ess, mek Lily?” he rasped, his voice roughened with desire.
“I need— ”
That was all she got out before he stole her words by surging forward suddenly, burying himself inside her hard enough to make her ass shake and force a cry from her lips. That one thrust was almost enough to make her orgasm again, but he held there, just barely bumping his hips forward, not giving her enough stimulation to push her over the edge.
He waited until the clinging walls of her pussy relaxed their grip on him before sliding almost all the way out, only to slam forward again. That time, she threw her head back and screamed, the pleasure so intense it was almost too much. Arruk cupped her swaying breasts in his big hands, rolling and pinching her nipples, adding to and amplifying her pleasure until she felt like she would spontaneously combust at any moment.
She felt Frrar bow himself over her back, felt the soft brush of his furred skin along her spine and his hot, panting breaths against her neck as he set up a fast but controlled rhythm.
He stroked his hands feverishly along her sides, stomach, and thighs while he fucked her, as if he was hungry for the feel of her skin under his palms, and pressed himself as close to her back as he could. Lily felt surrounded by her men, safe in the shelter of their bodies even as they consumed her mentally and physically with the pleasure they gave her .
She felt a hand slide through her hair and opened her eyes, not sure when she’d closed them. Looking up, she saw Tor kneeling in front of her, smiling down at her devilishly.
“Kiss, Lily?” he purred, pale blue eyes gleaming with wickedness and lust in the darkness.
Laughing breathlessly through her moans, she lifted a hand from the nest and skimmed it up his thigh until she could wrap her fingers around the base of his cock. Pressing rhythmically on Tor’s knot, in time with Frrar’s pounding and Arruk’s flicking, she watched with hungry eyes as he grew thick and unyielding, the veins swelling under his grey skin until he was erect and throbbing.
She stroked her hand up his length, admiring his girth and how he curved upward toward his belly. She knew exactly how good that curve felt inside her and felt her mouth water in anticipation.
Rolling her eyes upward, she watched his face as she aimed his shaft at her lips and licked the drop of precum beading on the inch-and-a-half-long slit on the top of his cockhead. Her breath hitched when he groaned and shivered, loving how he reacted to her.
She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep in her throat every time Frrar’s thrusts pushed her forward and sucking hard every time they pulled her back. They all swayed in perfect harmony, moving faster and faster as their respective releases approached but never losing rhythm.
Lily was moaning continuously now, lost to the pleasure bombarding her. Frrar was growling low in his throat at her back, and Tor’s every breath ended on a mindless groan of pleasure.
She felt Frrar’s cock swell inside her, felt his hands tighten their grip on her hips and waist, and felt his weight leave her back when he straightened. He picked up speed until he was pounding into her, hard enough to make her body tremble with each plunge.
A scream built in her throat, muffled by Tor’s cock when her orgasm crashed over her. Her muscles went rigid and her mind went blank as the waves shattered her, growing until she felt like her entire body was a bundle of overstimulated nerves. She barely heard Frrar roar his own release behind her, was distantly aware of his hot seed filling her, but she was lost in her own pleasure.
When she came back to herself, she was shaking in the aftermath of such a powerful orgasm, but she realized Tor hadn’t come. Whimpering when she felt Frrar slip out of her, she locked her elbows so she didn’t collapse and slid her lips off Tor’s cock, so she could tilt her head back to gaze up at him.
Her question died, unspoken, when she saw the look in his eyes .
“Oh no… I can’t come again, Tor!” she sputtered out, knowing exactly what that look meant.
“Can. Will ,” he growled, grinning wolfishly.
He slid his upper hands beneath her arms, lifting her as he sat back on his heels and brought her to his chest.
“Stubborn male,” she gasped as she snaked her trembling arms around his neck.
He purred, his smile both hungry and smug. He wrapped her legs around his hips with his lower hands and used his tail to aim his cock at her dripping pussy. He let her slide down his chest, impaling her on his steel-hard shaft.
She groaned as her body made her words a lie and came back to life, ready and eager to go again.
Once she’d taken all of him, he attacked her mouth, kissing her hard. Hooking his upper arms under her knees, he spread her thighs wide and held her there. His hips battered against her, his cock fucking her fast and deep, making her body shake with his pounding thrusts.
She choked out a scream into his mouth, climbing to another release before she was ready, sure she would pass out that time. The wet sound of their sex echoed in the forest around them, louder even than her cries and his growls.
She felt his tail snake in between their heaving bodies to flick her clit before he used it to explore her. He circled her opening where he impaled her, then he slid it farther back and brushed its velvety softness over her rosebud. Jerking her lips from his, she gasped and her eyes went wide but she couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from her or her pussy from clamping down on him at the illicit new sensation.
Each of her guys had shown her their little kinks over time—Frrar liked to wake her up with his face buried between her thighs, Arruk liked biting and being bitten, and Tor… well Tor enjoyed being liberal with his tail. He liked to touch her with it, liked to make her orgasm with just his tail before he fucked her with his cock.
But he’d never touched her back there until now. No one had.
The shock of it, instead of impeding her orgasm, set it off.
She glimpsed excited fascination mix with lust on his face right before her eyes slammed shut involuntarily as she came… hard.
Sharp cries escaped uninhibited as she shook and convulsed in his arms, her pussy spasming around his shaft, milking him, forcing him to follow her into release. He gasped and slammed her hips down over his, grinding her over him while his tail kept brushing back and forth over her clenched ring. He buried his face in her neck and fisted her hair, grunting and jolting with each spurt of cum he gushed into her.
Lily went slack in his arms when her orgasm tapered off to whimpers and aftershocks. Tor tipped forward, following her down as he lay her on the nest, never breaking their connection. Propping himself on his upper forearms, he sought her lips, kissing her lazily as he cupped her breasts with his lower hands, making her hips twitch every time he brushed his thumbs over her tight nipples, sending tingles zinging down to her clit.
He continued to thrust shallowly, keeping his cock buried deep inside her as he rode out the last of his release, not letting her orgasm fully die in the process.
Cracking an eye open when she felt him sit up, she lifted her hand to brush the sweat-damp tendrils of hair off her face before letting it flop back down. Squinting through the darkness, she saw him staring between their bodies and groaned. That was another of his kinks; he liked to see his release spill out of her when he withdrew.
“Weirdo,” she muttered, a tired but amused smirk curling her lips.
He rumbled a laugh but didn’t look up from between her legs. She felt his tail slide out from under her, felt it whisper across her hypersensitive skin before he tapped her clit with the tip, making the walls of her pussy flutter around him. Purring now, he ever so slowly pulled his hips back, withdrawing his length from her one centimeter at a time until he was free. She heard his breath shudder as he watched their combined juices leak from her opening, felt the warmth as it glided over her skin to wet the nest under her.
Letting her eyes drift shut again when she saw him reach for leaves, she shook her head in bemused acceptance of his oddness and lay boneless as he cleaned them both.
“I think I’m dead,” she groaned when Arruk scooped her up, lifting her off the wet leaves.
She heard amused rumbles come from her guys as Arruk carried her to the center of the nest and lay down, arranging her on his chest so she was sprawled atop him, her head over his heart and her booted feet just reaching his upper shins.
Seems like those ‘self-satisfied man chuckles’ are universal. Not that they don’t have reason to be smug. Pretty sure I couldn’t walk even if a pantari appeared out of thin air and tried to eat me.
She felt Frrar pull her boots off and whispered a thank you before he and Tor lay down on either side of her.
Spreading her arms, she made sure she was touching all three of them before succumbing to a peaceful, exhausted sleep, safe and warm, surrounded by her mates.
Drrak lay in the middle of his small nest, the pantari kit curled up by his feet, and eyed the leaves around him, wondering if he could use them to stuff in his ears. He could still hear the tiny Pasha’s cries of passion and pleasure even from his nest situated on the far edge of tribe territory. Her sounds made his tail feel heavy and his blood hot.
He had not thought of mating often, unable to stomach the idea of submitting to being mounted by a female whenever she chose. Yet, the thought of lying down for Lily, of her small body swaying atop him while she sought her peak, of her green eyes staring down at him, made his breath come faster until he was nearly panting.
If he concentrated, he could still feel her too-many-fingered hand touching his maleness, pressing softly, teasingly on his knot. When he squeezed his eyes shut he could almost see her—her pink lips moving, speaking words he did not know, soft and lilting, like the song of the arrawaa. He wished to know her words, wanted her to speak to him as she did his brothers: easily and with her teeth-baring smiles aimed at him.
Even at his loneliest, when the trees had felt painfully empty without the presence of his twin and brothers, he had not regretted staying behind because he was sure they would only have success at being Chosen without him there.
He regretted his decision now.
He had not known a Pasha such as Lily could exist, a Pasha who did not expect submission from her males, who not only allowed them the freedom to fully be who they were, but encouraged it. He had not seen her chastise Tor even once for his impulsiveness, or Frrar for his dominance, or his twin, Arruk, for his shyness. She had not chastised him for his wildness, something that made his own Mother uncomfortable.
Thinking about Lily, he came to a decision as he lay there: he would show her his interest. He did not think he was ready to Present just yet, and from her reactions to him, did not think she was ready for that, either. She reminded him of a curious but skittish animal in the way she behaved toward him—watching him with interested eyes but retreating when he came too close. He would have to gentle her the way he did the wild creatures he spent so much time with, would have to gain her trust before he could hope to gain a piece of her heart.
Determination washed over him. He knew, without doubt or reservation, that Leelee was the Pasha for him, the mate he had not known he was waiting for, the other half of his heart.
Now he just had to make her see it as well…
TO BE CONTINUED…
Glossary
Shakti – the alien planet, named after their Goddess. It is about the size of Earth, nearly covered in landmasses—about 30% of the surface ocean.
Ishmae – the little moon in constant orbit around their planet. It is about one third of the size of our moon. It doesn’t have the mass to generate enough gravitational pull to keep water on the surface, which is why they have to dig holes and stab them with spears to access drinking water.
Sakra – the big moon. It is on an elliptical orbit around the planet and only comes close once a year. It has roughly twice the mass of our moon, and as such, causes severe disruption to the planet. It’s gravitational pull draws all the groundwater to the surface, causing massive, widespread flooding. It also causes storms, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions. The people and creatures of the planet have become attuned to the moon and can feel the effects of its approach, giving them an eight-to-ten day warning every year to get to safety. The moon’s disruption lasts for an average of twenty days —one cycle— before it continues on its orbit and moves away again, while Ishmae finishes its cycles around the planet. Being on opposite sides of the planet is the only thing keeping Ishmae from getting sucked into Sakra’s gravitational pull.
Shevari – native people that live exclusively in the forest, broken up into multiple tribes. They have a matriarchal society. They, like most of the creatures on the planet, have seven limbs: four arms, two legs, and a prehensile tail. They have three fingers, roughly two inches longer than average human fingers, and a thumb on each of their four hands. Females are, on average, six to six-foot-five inches tall. They have large canine teeth, used for defense against predators and to control or dissuade males. Males are, on average, six to six-foot-three inches tall. They also have large canine teeth, slightly smaller than a female’s.
Sha tree – massive trees in which the shevari live. They are similar to California Redwoods, but their branches start 10-20 feet from the ground. The bark is black, while the leaves are wide, frond-like, and solid white.
Pantari – natural predator to the shevari. They are, on average, eight feet at the shoulder, have four arms, two legs, and a thin whip-like tail. Each of their paws end in black talons, similar to the talons on a bird of prey. They have black eyes, close white fur, and vertical yellow stripes on their limbs to help them blend into the flora on the forest floor. The hinge of their jaws is directly below their pointed ears, meaning they can open their mouths very wide, like an alligator. Thankfully, they are not proficient climbers.
Pasha – female shevari. Also a term used for breeding-aged females or as a term of endearment for a female by her males.
