Alliance: An Intersolar Alien Romance, Book 6

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[Roz-02: Er Model, Xun Unit.]

[Serial Number: Sapra-EX-030104 confirmed.]

[Boot up sequence initiated.]

I enjoyed waking up from sleep much more than coming to consciousness with my eyes already open and staring at the canopy. Though my optics were recording, each of my senses came back online one at a time. For a brief, terrifying moment, I couldn”t recall my name. My LMem simply echoed, Rosy, Rosy, Rosy, every time I queried for the answer, even though I knew it wasn”t my name. My body was a heavy weight and thunked as joints recalibrated and internal systems whirred to life with a digital growl. Then my dermal mesh powered up, and I was cold, so cold. Colder than the air. My LMem finally retrieved the name Roz just as my teeth began to chatter.

[Boot up sequence successful. All systems check.]

And then, Time began again.

The sled I was strapped down to stopped moving, and suddenly Fásach stood above me. His ears were perked, fur slicked with sweat. The French braid I”d put in his tresses was still intact, but springy lengths were now wild around his face.

And his antlers... They”d grown since the last time I”d seen him, now standing eight inches tall with sharp, conical points. They were so pretty they made my stomach flutter. I smiled and drew in a breath to say good morning.

”You powered down,” he said before I could greet him, clenching his hands into fists.

My brow creased. ”Oops, I didn”t realize.” I strained against the straps he”d used to tie me down, forgetting they were there as I attempted to sit.

Fás jumped up on the sled and crouched above me. His ears slid back with worry. ”You didn”t realize?”

Worrying my lip, I shook my head. ”I didn”t want to stop until we found our campsite. I must have just powered down after dismissing the notifications.”

Fásach braced his fist against the pack cradling my head and leaned in close. ”Don”t ever do that again,” he growled. Then whimpered, rubbing his cheek against my neck with a huff. He buried his nose in the crook of my shoulder and inhaled deep, nipping the tendon in my throat in warning. I gasped, pressing my thighs together. ”Scocite, I was so worried you wouldn”t wake up. It”s been two days.”

I cupped his ear and caressed the arch with my thumb, making a soothing hum. The rope across my biceps tugged against my skin. ”I”m sorry I worried you. My charge has never been depleted before, so I didn”t know.”

Fásach”s chest stuttered. His free hand slid into the hem of my shirt as his tongue lolled from his mouth against my skin and he panted, releasing his anxiety. ”Can I hold you now that you”re warming up? Please. It”ll comfort me.”

A hollow ache flared in my belly and my core temperature increased. What he wasn”t saying was that he needed to possess me. My hips and arms were strapped down, but not my legs. I widened them, my heart pounding. ”You can do more than hug me.”

Fásach”s hackles bulged, standing on end as if my words had given him goosebumps. He nipped my neck again, this time dragging his tongue across my pulse, nudging his nose into my jaw to open up the column of my throat.

”I don”t want to hurt you,” he growled, but it wasn”t very convincing. I pushed his head with mine, then bit his ear. Rather than yelp, he slid his hips into the crux of my legs and pressed our bodies together. The hand exploring my waist rose to my neck and squeezed.

”Roz.”

”Strapped down,” I drawled, voice vibrating against his palm. ”Helpless.” He groaned, rocking his hips against mine. ”Won”t my big, bad hunter fuck me? I bet I smell nice. Just aching for pups.”

His groan deepened into a chest-rattling growl. When he spoke, it was barely speech. ”Not fair.”

I grinned into his fur. Perhaps there were some parts of my digital self that I liked. For example, my dirty talk protocols. I drew on several of my verbal sequences with natural ease. ”Please? I want to see my hunter’s cock weeping now that it’s claimed me.”

Fásach pushed up onto his knees, palms gliding down my thighs as he pushed my pants and boots off into the soft soil. He stared down at me with hunger and desperation, his ears turned back as he warred with himself. I reached for his waist with my restrained arms but could only barely reach the hem of his performance briefs and the outline of the tip of his cock.

”What a sweet puppy, so concerned for me,” I breathed, tugging the edge of his briefs into my fingers. ”Don”t you want to relieve my need? Sweet, sweet Fásach... My Fásach. Such a good boy.”

His eyelids lowered with lust, hypnotized by the seductive purr of my voice. He pinched his claws around the back of one of my knees, icy blue irises darkening to lavender in the red glow of the jungle.

Then he slid his other hand into his briefs and withdrew his near-black cock, tugging on the length so it emerged fully from its velvety pocket. He was heavy and thick, with a slightly wider bulge in the center that weighed down his shaft and made me salivate. I swallowed, lips parting, as he aimed the scalloped head with its bright red underside towards me. He squeezed silvery precum from the tip, and it glistened as he swiped around the edge, making the red more vibrant.

”Oh,” I sighed, wide-eyed and breathless. My cheeks bristled, and I felt hungry. Actually hungry. Not because my atomic clock told me it was time to ingest calories, but because my pussy ached, sensitive to the friction of my underwear.

”Wet your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Fásach growled.

I did, summoning spit until my tongue was drowning in it. When I opened my mouth and curled the appendage over my bottom lip, I kept his eye. He leaned his weight on a palm over my heart and slid two fingers between my lips.

His claws touched the back of my throat as he petted the pad of my tongue and dampened his fingers with my saliva. A string of drool connected my tongue to his knuckles as the digits returned to his cock and wet its length.

”Again,” he ordered, that aggressive crease appearing between his eyes. He licked his teeth to calm his snarl but was unable to tame it down as he fisted his cock and pumped with a satisfying wet noise.

”Claim my mouth,” I begged. ”I”ll get you nice and slick.”

”No,” he snapped, closing my windpipe with his hand. I gasped as my heart punched against his grip. ”Let me see how wet your cunt is. The scent is driving me insane.”

I struggled to bend my hand into the crux of my legs but managed, walking my fingertips along the edge of my underwear until I could strain to pull them to the side. My wet pussy met the air and clenched as Fásach pressed his tongue against one long fang.

”Touch yourself, thuais.”

More than anything, hearing that word in his guttural chuckle made my clit tingle. I pressed down on it experimentally, enjoying the pulse it elicited. Fásach slid his tight fist from tip to base and exhaled with a shudder, the red ring of his cockhead swelling as he watched my fingers pinch and tug on myself.

”Am I?” I asked against the weight of his hand, heart sprinting. Fásach”s gaze broke away from my sex to my face, but neither of us stopped touching ourselves. His brow creased as he realized what he”d said out loud. Then he nodded, his Adam”s apple bobbing with emotion.

”Yes,” he rasped. He bowed his head with a pleading grimace. ”Please have me. Sweet melody, I”m already yours if you will.”

”Then...” Compelled by something deep within my soul, I mirrored the words of the hunt. ”I offer myself to the hunter that loves me.”

Fásach”s chest stuttered, and his hand faltered with emotion.

He fell upon me with a resonant growl, ripping straight through the ropes to free me. He slid his hand beneath the small of my back as I wrapped my arms around his hackles, clutching his fur in a punishing grip as his shoulders curled over my face. Then he sheathed himself inside my body and all of my protocols left my mind.

Now that I knew what he looked like, I felt the added stretch of his girth, the petal-like edges of the head as it rubbed against my channel. He leaned his weight on one forearm while the other churned my hips against his cock. On instinct, I fastened my teeth around the meat of his shoulder, and his voice broke on a seductively helpless whine. He pressed his forehead into the needle, horns scraping into the neon green paint.

The deep, thorough piston of his shaft sent me over the edge within moments, rubbing a heat and pressure into my channel that exploded in fireworks each time the hilt of his hip bones battered my inner thighs. He faltered as I constricted around him and lost my breath. I wrapped my ankles around his waist to keep my thighs from shaking, and he pulled back his face to watch my expression crack apart in ecstasy. As I tilted my head to the sky, he placed a breathless kiss to my chin.

”Thank you,” he murmured.

”Come for me,” I gasped as his cock swelled. I was so over sensitized from my own orgasm that goosebumps rose on my arms with each thrust. He bared his teeth against my skin, and a moan was pulled straight out of his lungs by force. Hot pressure filled my channel where there wasn”t any room to fit.

Long moments later, Fásach withdrew and captured his seed in a waxy leaf. He set it off the sled along the side of the path, then bent his head between my legs and ran his tongue over my swollen sex with a sated hum. I righted my pants with clumsy fingers once he was done, and he helped me sit, careful to cradle my head in his palm.

When a familiar weight at the back of my neck followed after me, I gasped and clutched the power cable still plugged into my neck.

”Did I hurt you?” he asked, freezing.

”No!” My finger skated over the jack”s fittings, which were warm from charging. ”I-I shouldn”t be to do anything while I”m charging. That”s all.”

[Inquiry] How was I able to override one of my highest-priority safety protocols? Had my reboot reset some integral part of my system?

[Warning] Perhaps my parumauxi was dismantling parts of my code while also building organic systems. Was the swarm making me more human...?

Fásach cupped my face, crouching before me with his ears trained on my response. ”Are you sure you”re alright?”

I nodded, kissing the side of his thumb. ”Yes,” I said, surprised when it rang true even for me. I smiled at him and his ears relaxed. ”Better than alright.”

A distant buzz caught our attention at the same time, and we looked up at the canopy.

”Stay here,” he said, scrambling off the sled. He tucked his cock away, then jumped up the side of a large tree, his claws carving through the soft bark as he climbed.

A loud engine roared over the jungle close enough to the path that the canopy whipped into a frenzy like a rising tide. Pollen swirled through the air, caught in its wake as it drowned out all other sound and receded into the distance.

”Roz!” Fás panted, jumping down from the canopy with a heavy thud. I was already on my feet, wide-eyed and trembling.

Because dancing through the pollen were artifacts of the transpo”s data halo.

A music feed, cranked to full volume. A mixture of shilpakaari pop music...

And American classic rock.