Alien Hope, page 21
I smiled, then chuckled, noticing just how nice it was to think about non-life-or-death things like getting a haircut. Hell, it practically felt normal!
Now that I was clean and relaxed, a dull ache between my legs made itself known. Riding the braxilk last night, even for a short time, had definitely been a bit too much on me down there. The heat of the pool was certainly helping, but I decided to pull myself out, remembering what Tilka had said about massaging with the Vrika’s blood. The jar was where I’d left it last night, right beside the pool, and there was still some Vrika’s blood left inside. I dipped my fingers into the jar, relishing the soothing tingle of the glowing liquid on my skin. I spread my legs and gently stroked the fluid over my vulva and labia, focusing on the area towards the bottom that felt the most tender. I could feel the scar tissue that Tilka had mentioned, and very gently massaged the spot. It was a bit painful to do so, but kind of in a good way. Like stretching a stiff muscle. And the more I did it, the less it hurt.
This is helping, I thought. I took out a bit more Vrika’s blood, then closed my eyes and kept going.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Kohka
When I woke, I wondered if I still slept. The sight before me was one that had existed only in fevered dreams. Until now.
Abby was on the stone floor of the cave, near the heated pool, facing the bed. Her luscious legs were spread wide, her slim fingers sliding over her cunt.
My throat went dry and tight, and not because of my injuries there.
Abby hadn’t noticed I’d woken. Her eyes were closed, a slight flush colouring her cheeks. My cock swelled, blood and seed rushing. Clearly, the Vrika’s blood and rest had done me good. I felt full and swollen and ready to let my cock out.
I glanced quickly at Keir, finding him asleep, before I got out of the bed. At the sound of my claws hitting the stone, Abby’s eyes instantly opened.
“Oh!” She immediately tried to close her legs, which made me die a little inside.
“Don’t,” I said softly, kneeling in front of her. “I want to see.”
“I’ll have you know I wasn’t doing that,” she said, the colour in her cheeks deepening. Slowly, a little shyly, she let her legs fall apart once more, like a flower opening at dawn.
“Doing what?” I croaked hoarsely. I could barely form the words. I’d never seen her so intimately before and it was making my head and groin pound in unison. My tail and ribs throbbed, too, with pain, but I ignored that sensation.
“I wasn’t, like, pleasuring myself or something. Not that that’s anything to be ashamed of,” she added quickly. “But Tilka told me to use the Vrika’s blood down there. To help the scar tissue heal a bit better.”
I could see it, now. The glimmer of white fluid on the secret, soft pink skin normally hidden by lush dark curls. Almighty waves. The sight was so erotic I nearly lost all sense and keeled over.
“May I help?” I groaned. Please, for the love of all that is good, say yes.
I managed to wrench my gaze away from her gorgeous cunt to look at her face. She gave me a single, tiny up-and-down movement of her head.
“Thank you,” I groaned.
“You’re thanking me for letting you massage me?” She let out a melodic laugh. One of my favourite sounds in the world.
“I am,” I replied.
“Well, you’re welcome, then,” she said, her tone slightly teasing. “Just be gentle. Watch the claws.”
One by one, I bit off the claws of my dominant right hand. When they were ragged and short, I started grinding them against the stone floor to smooth the edges down.
“Kohka! You don’t have to do that! What if you need your claws for something?”
“I have another hand,” I grunted. I raised my fingers to my eyes, narrowing my gaze critically as I took in the short, blunt black tips. Satisfied that they were no longer a danger to my mate’s silken skin, I lowered my hand and looked at Abby once more. “Besides, I need to touch you more than I need anything else right now.
Frankly, I needed to touch her more than I needed to take my next breath.
Abby inhaled sharply through her nose, then did another up-and-down head motion.
I took in a deep breath myself, trying to hold myself at least somewhat steady as I dipped my fingers into the jar. When they were adequately coated, I removed them, white fluid dripping onto the stone.
“Where?” I asked. I could only manage the single word. I was glad I was able to get at least that one word out, though, because I realized rather quickly that I had absolutely no idea where to start.
“Here,” Abby whispered. Her slender fingers stroked down low, just below the enticingly dark opening of her cunt.
I could not choke out a verbal reply. Instead, I focused on not ejaculating on the spot as the tips of my soaked fingers met her skin.
Waves of our fathers.
My cock surged out of my slit, bobbing heavily.
Keep it together, Kohka.
I ignored my cock, my body, my pain, focusing solely on my mate. I gently explored her divine skin, swallowing groan after groan at the softness there. There was heat, too, magnificent heat, and I had to try very hard not to imagine what that heat would feel like clamping down on my cock.
When my fingers probed skin that felt a little tighter, and was more red, Abby flinched. I stilled immediately.
“It’s alright,” she said. “That’s some of the scarring, so it’s more tender.”
I barely applied pressure at all, sliding my fingers gently over the spot.
“Oh, yes,” Abby sighed. “That’s it.”
Her words were a bolt of lightning to my groin. Mating fluid flooded my mouth. I clenched my fangs and kept going. Eventually, I started probing other spots, adding more Vrika’s blood. I found another harder bit of flesh, near the top.
“Is this scar tissue, too?” I asked, gliding a softly probing finger over the hard nub. Abby clenched.
“No! That’s... Oh, god.”
Once again worried I’d hurt her, I stopped immediately, my finger hovering over the swollen pink spot. Shocked, I watched as Abby rolled her hips, urging her cunt back into contact with my hand.
“No. Not scar tissue,” she panted. “That’s a part of human anatomy. It’s supposed to be there.”
“Oh,” I rasped weakly, entranced by the movement of her hips as she ground herself against my finger.
“It feels really, really good,” she said. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.”
Want to? Want to?
I’d let a hok drag me to my death before I stopped touching her.
I experimentally circled the sensitive bit of flesh. Abby’s back arched, her thighs quivering.
“Keep doing that,” she breathed.
I obeyed. I rolled my drenched finger back and forth over the place she liked until she was rubbing herself even more desperately against my hand.
“Kohka,” she moaned quietly. The sound of my name spoken like that, with so much raw need, nearly had me spilling seed on the stone.
“Yes?” I hissed, every muscle tense.
“It might be good to put a little bit of the Vrika’s blood... Inside.”
“Inside,” I repeated tightly, barely comprehending what she’d said. Cursed waves, I’d grown so stupid with desire I could barely form a single coherent thought.
“Here,” she murmured. She slid a finger down to her cunt’s opening, which I noticed with a throb was now wet. “Just go super slow. Your fingers are big. Just the tip to start.”
“Slow. Right,” I replied, my brain burning, my whole body feeling fevered.
I loaded up my smallest finger with Vrika’s blood and touched her opening.
Waves alive. I am done for.
This skin was even softer, somehow, and drenched. Slick and hot as I ever-so-slowly nudged my fingertip inside.
“Oh, oh,” Abby mewled. Her hips rocked, and a flutter went through the hot, slippery flesh around my finger. “A little more is OK.”
Every muscle in my body shuddered, taut with merciless tension. The tremor made its way into my hand, vibrating my finger slightly and urging it a little deeper.
“Yes,” Abby sighed. She let out a string of words in her native tongue.
I nearly lost my seed, and my mind, when her hand fell between her legs, strumming at the swollen point of pleasure near the top.
“Just stay still like that,” she moaned, her head rolling back. I rammed myself into stillness.
Another flutter went through Abby’s cunt, massaging my flesh. She began to rock her hips again, rutting herself onto my finger. Her scent grew stronger, richer in the air, winding itself through my ravaged body until mating fluid overflowed my jaws and rolled in a dark river down my neck.
“The Vrika’s blood is definitely helping,” Abby moaned, bucking faster. “This feels way too good. It doesn’t hurt now.”
“Do whatever feels good,” I ground out between clenched, dripping fangs. “Use me.”
Abby appeared to like using me almost as much as I adored it.
I stared at the place my fingertip sank into her body, helpless and hopeless against the needy movement of her hips. More wetness gushed around my finger, and her cunt began to feel more swollen around me, little tremors tightening the flesh.
“I’m close,” she murmured. Her hand moved faster.
At least I was not so idiotic with lust that I needed to ask, “Close to what?” Despite my lack of experience with females, and how different Abby was from one of my kind, I was so connected to her in that intimate moment that I knew she was getting close to the peak of her pleasure. I could sense it. Could smell it, taste it on the air. Could feel it in the feverish pulsing of her sex. My fangs throbbed and gushed. My cock jerked.
She crested with a keening cry, her hips rising off the stone floor. She clenched around me, growing so tight I wondered if my cock would even fit when the time came. Good thing I have ample mating fluid in my fangs. I have a feeling we will need lots of it.
My tongues lashed my fangs desperately as I watched her come. My ragged breaths made my ribs snap with heated pain as my gaze raked over her form. The flush from her cheeks had spread downwards, making her chest red. Her heavy breasts and abdomen jiggled enticingly with each panting breath she took.
“You’re so beautiful,” I groaned. I wanted to say more. To word it more prettily than that. She deserved finery in every form, including language.
But somehow, just like the rest of me, it was enough for Abby. Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, cracked open, and she smiled beatifically up at me. She gave my finger one last shuddering squeeze.
“So are you.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Abby
Kohka gently slid his finger out of me. The emptiness was a whole new ache that I decided I didn’t like one bit. I sat up a little straighter, aftershocks of pleasure quivering through my tender flesh. I felt swollen and sensitive, but there was no real pain. I hope using some more of the Vrika’s blood means I can fuck him soon.
I moaned at the thought, especially coupled with the sight of him now.
Kohka was on his knees. His tree-trunk thick thighs were spread, his cock jutting upwards from his groin like some kind of stone monument to hard, hot virility.
“I want to suck you again,” I said huskily, reaching for his shaft. Apparently, my words, combined with the simple touch of my fingers was too much for him, though. His cock jumped against my hand, letting loose a geyser of come. His entire frame shuddered, a gravelly groan tearing from his throat.
I gasped, then moaned, as some of his hot seed hit my neck and face.
“That’s it,” I murmured gently, stroking him through his orgasm. “Just like that.”
Kohka’s legs shook, his hips bucking, driving his cock harder against my grip. My hand, my chest and neck, his cock – all of it was slippery with his come. We’re going to both need another bath after this.
Eventually, the movements of Kohka’s hips slowed. His cock grew softer, but even so was still huge and heavy in my hand, pebbled with his pearl piercings. His silver pupils were blown wide, his nostrils flaring with each heaving breath as he stared down at me without blinking.
“We should get in the water. Get cleaned up,” I said with a small chuckle.
“In a moment,” Kohka grunted. “I am not sure I can move right now.”
“Oh, no! Your injuries? Was that too much?”
“No,” Kohka assured me instantly. “It is merely that my legs do not appear to be obeying my commands at the moment.”
I laughed. “I know what you mean. That’s OK. There’s no rush. We have time.”
We were safe. We were together.
We had all the time in the world.
THE NEXT TWO WEEKS passed in a blur of taking care of Kohka and Keir, sleeping, bathing, eating, and orgasms. Despite his injuries and the fact that he was the patient, now, Kohka was diligent about keeping up my Vrika’s blood massage routine, wringing climax after climax from my rapidly healing pussy. I could tell that it wouldn’t be much longer now before I was ready to take him inside me. Or at least, I’d be ready to try, anyway.
As if sensing we weren’t quite ready to venture out of our cave, Stephanie and Priya came to visit us often, always bringing food. I suspected that, even without needing to bring us food daily, they would have been in our cave often to see Keir. Half the time, I was convinced that they came only to visit him instead of us. Which didn’t bother me one bit. After thinking Keir would never have anyone but Kohka and me, it made me happy that he was gaining a new, big, extended family, starting with these two human aunties who so obviously adored him.
About three and a half weeks after we’d arrived here, Gahn Errok came to our cave during one of Stephanie’s visits. While Stephanie busied herself walking Keir around the cave in her arms, cooing and making faces at him the entire time, Errok remained to one side with Kohka and me.
“Gahn Thaleo is coming,” he told us. I tensed, and Kohka made a sound of disapproval.
“Do not growl at me in my own mountain, Kohka,” Gahn Errok said, raising an imperious, ink-blue brow. “I could not keep recent news from him from much longer. Like me, I know he would not like to be caught unawares about the presence of a human male in these mountains.”
“A human baby,” I reminded Errok pointedly. “He can’t harm anyone.”
“I know that. You know that. Soon, Gahn Thaleo will know it, too,” Errok replied breezily, crossing his bulging arms over his sculpted chest.
“Sounds so simple when you say it,” I scoffed. I glanced over at my child, so safe and happy in Stephanie’s arms. I would do anything to keep him that way – secure and cared for.
“It will be simple,” Errok said. Every time he said something, he spoke as if there was no other possibility. Like whatever he said would come to pass, no matter what. I guess that’s how it goes when your word is law... I both envied and disliked that cocky sense of certainty.
“Gahn Thaleo will hear the news about the presence of your son here, in my territory. I will make it very clear that the child is under my protection and the protection of my army. His tribe is much smaller than mine, and he’d never be able to launch an attack against us here, even if he wanted to.”
“Do... Do you think he’ll want to?” I asked, nerves making my belly lurch.
“I do not believe so,” Gahn Errok said. “He is viciously territorial, but if you and your child remain in my territory, he should have no real complaint. Besides, he is desperate to remain on good terms with your people to preserve the alliance. He needs mates for his men. But, unlike the Sea Sand Gahns and me, he has no human mate. So, though he wishes to continue the alliance, he has less of a personal reason to bend any further than he already has to the terms.”
“Pfft. Don’t be so sure,” Stephanie piped up from near the window.
“Wait, what? What do you mean?” I asked her. “Does he have a human mate or not?”
“He wishes he does,” Stephanie said, rolling her brown eyes. “The man practically vibrates with tension every time he lays eyes on Nasrin.”
Interesting...
I filed that little fact away for now, turning my mind back to the matter at hand.
“When is he coming?” I asked Gahn Errok. His shimmering, opalescent sight stars were focused behind me, on Stephanie and Keir. He only appeared able to wrench his gaze back to my face with great effort.
“Tomorrow,” he replied.
“I will attend this meeting with Gahn Thaleo,” Kohka said, startling me.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked nervously. “Maybe we should all just keep out of his crosshairs. Just lay low in the cave and let Valeria and Gahn Errok do the talking.”
“I do not know what crosshairs are, but I would have no problem getting in his, Gahn or not,” Kohka replied in a stony voice. “I wish to meet him myself. To tell him that if he threatens Keir, he threatens my son. I want him to know whom he is dealing with, should he choose not to keep the peace.”
I wrapped my arms around Kohka, burying my face in his chest. It had taken some time to get used to the new texture there, now that so many scales were gone. Kohka’s arms went around my back, solid and comforting.
“OK. I understand,” I said, nodding, my cheek scraping against smooth flesh and scales. The love I felt for this man got deeper every fucking day. Seeing him so protective of our son made my heart feel like it was a marshmallow someone had popped into the microwave. Hot and melty and gooey.
“But don’t do anything crazy to piss him off too much,” I said, pulling out of Kohka’s arms. “And don’t get into a fight with anybody. You’re still injured, after all!”
