Alien Hope, page 16
As I’d suspected, his cock was huge. It tapered smoothly from its thick base to its tip. It didn’t have a rounded sort of head the way a human guy’s did, nor was there any foreskin pulling back from the tip. The differences between Kohka’s dick and a human’s didn’t stop there. Its entire base was ringed with flexible, spiky tendrils. And when I drew my fingers down his length, I felt some small bumps beneath the silky-smooth black skin.
“Those are...”
“Grogar pearls,” he panted. “We pierce ourselves with one whenever we kill a great beast of the Bitter Sea.”
“Right,” I said shakily, finding it hard to process what he was saying. I was practically hypnotized by his dick. I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like, sliding inside me as his mating fluid burned in my veins.
My pussy clenched, and there was a pang of discomfort.
“I don’t think I can do anything tonight, Kohka. I’m still healing,” I murmured. As I spoke, I brought my other hand up to stroke him. My two hands could barely get around the base of his cock!
“I know. It is alright. This is enough,” Kohka said through clenched fangs.
“Oh, no. I didn’t mean that we couldn’t do anything,” I clarified. “Because this is definitely not enough. Now, sit down.”
Kohka did so. Before he could ask what I was doing, I knelt between his thick, splayed thighs, took the tip of his cock in my mouth, and sucked.
My mouth on his dick was like lightning. His entire body jerked, and he growled viciously at the contact. He throbbed in my mouth, and I moaned at the sensation.
I can’t wait until I’m fully healed. I can’t wait to show him how much I love him by riding his dick into fucking oblivion.
For now, I’d have to settle on giving him the best damn blow job this world had ever seen.
My two hands stroked and squeezed his length as I sucked him down as deeply as I could.
“Waves of our fathers,” Kohka swore. His hips jerked in tiny, barely controlled movements, shunting against my mouth. I jerked him harder, sucked him faster in response.
I paid special attention to the pearls under his skin. Those areas seemed to be especially sensitive, the pearls providing extra pressure against his shaft as I stroked him. I stopped sucking his tip, sliding my tongue along every inch of his length, suckling the hard marbles beneath his flesh. There were eight pearl piercings scattered along his shaft, pressed under the skin. I kissed and nipped at each one while my fingers stroked along the flexible spikes at his groin.
I sucked my way back up to his tip, and heat flared inside me when I tasted new moisture there. I dipped my tongue into his tiny, weeping opening, squeezing his cock hard at the same time, groaning when more moisture seeped into my mouth. He tasted like ocean brine. Salty, but not unpleasantly so.
“You taste nice,” I mumbled around his tip.
“You taste like pure bliss, and I’ve only tasted your mouth,” Kohka grunted. His snout was aimed downward, his eyes glued to my lips stretched around his cock. “I can’t stop watching you suck me.” One of his thumbs skimmed across my cheek. “Abby, you’re so beautiful. Impossibly so. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”
No more talk like that.
He did deserve me. He deserved every happiness life had to offer.
Starting right here, right now, with this blow job.
I pulled out all the stops. I increased my suction while running my hands all over him. I fondled every spike of flesh around his base and massaged every sensitive pearl, pressing each one into the hard heat of Kohka’s shaft until he throbbed, his hips grinding upwards. Kohka’s breath heaved out of him, harsh and quick, his erection swelling further. I keened needily when my tongue found a thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, running between the pearls like a river between rocks. I probed that swollen vein with my tongue before dipping it into the seeping slit at his tip once more.
“Abby,” Kohka said, sounding strangled. “I’m going to spill.” His hands pushed gently at my shoulders.
I didn’t budge.
“I’m going to spill,” he said again, more urgently this time. “I’m going to spill and it will be too much for you. I’ve been holding back for so long, too long. Curse me. I’m going to drown you.”
I pulled my mouth off his cock just long enough to say three simple words. I looked deep into his eyes and I squeezed his shaft, my lips already approaching his tip to taste him again as I spoke.
“Then drown me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Kohka
Abby’s mouth on my cock was a pleasure I never could have conceived of on my own. But, as she so often did, she made my world, my life, into something extraordinary. Liquid ecstasy pounded in my veins as her soft, wet mouth sucked and slipped. Mating fluid poured from my fangs, the dark ink of it running in hot rivulets down my snout and neck. It took more control than I wanted to admit not to grab her, yank her up to my face, and sink my fangs into some tender place. I wanted my fluid in her veins as much as I wanted my cock in her cunt.
She needs time. She is healing...
But she loved me.
And I would wait as long as it took for her to be ready.
For now, this was enough. More than enough. More than I could have imagined, could have hoped for. When my shaft swelled further, preparing to spill its seed, she moaned and sucked harder.
Pleasure uncoiled in my groin. My spine and the base of my tail tingled. Heat suffused my entire pelvis, concentrating its licking fire on my throbbing cock.
My fevered gaze met Abby’s. In those dark and lovely eyes, I saw need. Desire that mirrored my own.
It was that – knowing how much she wanted me, wanted this – that made everything rise into a crescendo inside me. With a guttural groan, I exploded into her mouth.
Abby’s eyes scrunched shut at the onslaught, but she didn’t stop sucking. Her hands and mouth kept moving over me, stroking and sucking through every jerk and spurt of seed.
The pleasure of Abby continuing to suck me through my climax was nearly blinding. My head fell back, hitting stone. My eyes were wide open, but all I saw was bright, shimmering white. My hips rocked helplessly, the movement eventually slowing as my ejaculations eased.
Abby gave me one last long, tender suck before rising up on her knees. I groaned at the sight of her – hair mussed, cheeks flushed, her mouth wet and smeared with my spill.
It made me want to do it all over again.
It made me want to do even more.
There will be time for all of that, I reminded myself.
“Come here,” I murmured, catching her slender wrists in my hands and drawing her into my chest. She collapsed against me with a sigh, snuggling against my scales.
“We can’t stay out here much longer. There’s no way Keir’s going to stay asleep,” Abby said, a note of regret tinging her words.
“I know,” I said, smoothing my hands over her back. “It’s strange. I do not want this moment to end. And yet, I am eager to get back to him.”
Abby sat up quickly.
“Yes! I know exactly what you mean! That’s just how I feel!”
I brushed a stray bit of short brown hair away from Abby’s eyes.
“What you said earlier, about us making our own family...” I began. I was not exactly sure how to word my feelings. I did not want to offend Abby, or to make her feel I was taking the place of someone I was not. “I know you have only accepted me as a mate so far, but I hope that I can be considered a satisfactory father to Keir, too. Only if that is alright with you, of course. I... I hope it is not presumptuous of me to say this. But... Even though he may not be my blood, I feel that, at least in some small way, Keir is mine.”
“Oh, Kohka,” Abby whispered, her voice thick. Her eyes shone. “I already feel that way, too. You’ve been there for him since the moment he was born – literally. Whenever I look at you two together, I feel, no, I know, that I’m looking at a father with his child.”
She took a shaking breath. “My father died before I was born. I never got to grow up with him. I thought it would be the same for my baby. That it would be just him and me.” She paused, sniffing and swiping at her eyes. “But I’m so glad things didn’t turn out that way. I couldn’t think of a better father for my son.” A smile crept over her face. “And my future children.”
Future... Children...
My cock thickened again, already growing hot at the idea of filling her with my seed one day. Rutting her over and over until she swelled with another child.
“If Keir becomes half as good a man as you are,” Abby continued, “then I’ll be the luckiest woman on this planet.”
“Half of Keir comes from you and your goodness,” I muttered. “He will be twice as good as me, minimum.”
“Nope. Impossible. Such a man doesn’t exist, even when considering my awesome genetics,” Abby said, grinning.
I was about to argue with her on that point when something... Changed.
I could not exactly name what it was. Only that it set my fangs on edge.
I stood, hauling Abby up with me, holding her close as I sniffed the air, trying to identify what was making my spine seize up with dread.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in hushed tones, her eyes darting back and forth over the clearing.
“I do not know,” I growled. I raised my head higher, sniffing the air again. There were no unusual scents. Nothing odd in my line of sight, either.
Except...
Except the sky didn’t look right. My eyesight was excellent, but for the first time in recent memory, I squinted at something in the distance, trying to make sense of what I saw.
A stretch of sky looked like it was... Hardening. Turning opaque and blocking out the stars.
Like it had been turned to stone.
“Get back in the cave,” I hissed, pushing Abby behind me, keeping my eyes pinned to the inexplicable phenomenon above us. Abby’s gaze followed my own and she gasped.
“What’s happening up there?”
“I do not know. But-”
A terrific, scale-shattering boom cut off my words. The wall of stone that had formed far above us cracked, creating a dark gash of an opening.
And through that opening came a monster, flying downward on wide wings.
Straight towards us.
I trundled Abby into the cave. The cracking sound had woken Keir, and his wails echoed off the stone walls.
“Stay here,” I snarled, picking up my spear.
Abby got down on the floor, snatching Keir into her arms.
“Kohka... Please...”
“I know,” I replied, heart twisting at the thought of leaving them. “I will come back to you,” I promised.
Even if it means I must drag myself back from the dead.
There was no more time. A ground-shaking thud, followed by a savage alien roar, let me know that whatever had come from the sky was now here.
I turned and ran from the cave, spear ready. Claws ready. Fangs ready.
I had the thing in my sights. It was crouching on the ground, but a moment later it rose, standing tall on two legs. At first disconcerting glance, it, he, looked almost like a Bitter Sea male. He stood as tall as me, and as broad, with two legs and two arms, a tail, snout, and scales.
But he had wings: dark, powerful, and expansive.
And when he turned to me and roared again, his eyes catching mine in a tunnel of fire, I knew that he was not one of my kind. No Bitter Sea male had eyes like that. The burning eyes of a god gone mad.
I faced the feral fury of that gaze. I did not stop and I did not turn away.
I had a family to protect.
I would fight.
Until the battered, bloodied end.
For them.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The Stone Sky God Wylfrael
He’s here.
I knew it, felt it, somewhere in the sleeping recesses of my mind, before the crack of the stone sky fully woke me.
So, he rampages still.
I did not know how long I’d slept here, under the red mountains of this foreign world. I looked around the darkness of the cave that had housed me. I found things much as they had been when I’d first arrived here, disoriented and bleeding, dying.
But I was not dying, now. This cave had not become my tomb. My healing was complete.
And I was ready to face him again.
The stone sky god who’d nearly killed me in the first place.
I launched off the stone slab I’d been sleeping on for the sky knows how long and stalked through the cave, heading for the tunnel that would lead me upwards.
The tunnel, though, was blocked off. An avalanche of boulders had sealed it.
I vaguely remembered a loud sound – an explosion above – that had briefly woken me some time ago. This must have happened then.
I did not want to use too much power yet. I needed to save it for the battle with Skallagrim. But I did not have any time to waste. If I did not hurry, Skallagrim could leave this place, and I would lose his trail until he smashed his way through yet another world.
Fool. He should have found her by now.
It happened to every stone sky god eventually, if we did not find our mate. Mateless immortality was not good for the mind. It frayed our faculties until there was little left but fury and the bitter need for blood.
All stone sky gods were susceptible to it. Going mate mad.
But not all of us had berserker blood like Skallagrim.
I had to get to him. Stop him. Now.
I stretched my wings in the tunnel, their tips scraping the rock walls. I closed my eyes, focusing on the power in the air, the stone, the ground, drawing it inwards and to me. My tail swished. My fangs clenched. Energy surged into my limbs, suffusing me with strength. The stars on my skin – my corporeal map of the cosmos – glowed bright blue and white, growing hot.
I placed my hands on the boulders before me, grunting, then roaring, the vibrating energy inside me reaching a screaming fever pitch. Bright blue cracks appeared in the stones, growing and spreading until everything crumbled into pebbles and dust.
I stepped through the wreckage and made my way out of the tunnel, up to the outside world. Up, to the sand and red rock I had not seen for so long.
Up, to where my berserker cousin raged.
I am coming for you, Skallagrim. This time, I will win, and I will drag you before the Council of the Gods so they can finally bind you.
Or, I thought grimly, as I reached the surface and beat my wings, slicing through the night sky, one of us will finally die this time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Kohka
I learned quickly there would be no victory against the warrior who’d come from the sky. Every blow he landed was like the blow of ten Bitter Sea men. One strike of his tail cracked my ribs. One slice of his claws tore my scales apart. I could not beat him. I could only try to lead him away from my family before he killed me.
So that’s exactly what I did.
I tore out of the clearing and through the next valley, crashing through water and over stone while blood and venom sluiced down my ripped-open chest. I forced myself to go faster, go further. To push my failing body to its limits and create some distance between this mad behemoth and the ones I loved.
I did not get nearly as far as I had hoped.
He overtook me on his wings, flying faster than any natural creature of this world. Even faster than a spear. He pummelled down upon me from the air, hitting me with the force of an entire mountain, cratering the valley below my body.
I was on my back. My tail was broken beneath me, and the pain in my chest was so great I could scarce draw breath.
I stopped breathing entirely when my enemy’s clawed hands closed around my throat.
The remaining scales on my neck cracked and buckled under the pressure. My vision collapsed into a tunnel of darkness. The only thing left I could see were his eyes, so full of fire and rage.
With my last vestige of strength, I heaved up my arm, plunging a claw into one of those eyes.
If he will kill me, at least I will leave some mark on him, I thought weakly. Make it harder for him to find my family.
He let loose a roar that shook the air and ground. His grip got tighter.
My vision grew dimmer.
I am so sorry, Abby. I do not think I will be coming back after all.
Be well, beloved.
Take care of our son... Take care...
The dark wave of death broke over me. It took away everything. Words. Warmth. Pain. Thought.
Left me reeling until even I was gone.
And all that remained was abyss.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Kohka
The abyss, it turned out, did not want me yet.
The deadly pressure at my throat was suddenly ripped away. My dying heart stuttered. I coughed and choked, sucking air into my aching lungs. I blinked over and over until my vision began, slowly but miraculously, to clear.
Though it made every bone and muscle howl in agony, I pushed myself up into a sitting position. My head swam, and I shook it viciously. If he comes back, I must be ready.
My guts turned to stone.
What if he already went back to the clearing? What if he went to the cave and found –
A bone-clattering smash ahead of me distracted me from my whirling questions.
The warrior had not gone back to the clearing. He was still here, right in front of me.
And he was not alone.
In my breath-deprived state of haziness, I thought at first it was a Sea Sand or Deep Sky man now locked in battle with him. But no. This man also had wings, leathery and black, and his skin and tail were different from any man of this world I’d ever seen.
