Stranded with the Alien (Starbound #1)

Thirty Six

Rocky was waiting outside with not one but two dead fowl. Feathers and blood round his mouth suggested there had been at least three at one point, but he’d decided to have breakfast early.

He looked at them quizzically as they came out of the tent, the scar over his eye giving him a ‘what the hell have you been up to’ expression. Kara giggled.

“Good dog,” she said, patting his head. It struck her that he was now as tall as her waist and his paws were like dinner plates. He seemed to be having a growth spurt every other hour.

Vahn plucked one of the birds while Kara tried to copy his actions with the other. They prepared the food in silence. Kara cast a surreptitious glance at the Vraxian as he squatted by the tent. He didn’t seem bothered in the least that he had no clothes on.

Her eyes dropped to his nether regions. He still seemed semi-erect even after last night’s exertions and she felt a tingling in her own underbelly. Hurriedly she looked away.

When they had the meat spitted and roasting over a fire, Kara got to her feet.

“That’s going to take a while. I need a wash. Do you think the river’s safe?”

“I will accompany you.” His tone brooked no argument.

He brought the blaster and the laser-blade down to the riverbank for good measure, and insisted on going in first to make sure it was safe. Kara rolled her eyes.

The water was crystal clear, which meant if there was anything in there, they’d see it coming a mile off. She decided she couldn’t wait for Mr Macho Alien to give the all-clear.

She shrugged off her shirt and dived gracefully into the river with barely a ripple. The current was firm but not too strong, and the steady flow against her body was cool and refreshing.

She surfaced to find Vahn scowling furiously.

“You were supposed to wait.”

“Relax, snake-boy. I’m a good swimmer.” She smoothed her hair back, squeezing the ends. “Shame we don’t have any soap.”

“On Vraxos when there is no soap, we use sand. It feels pleasant against our scales.”

“That’s a great idea. Nothing like a good exfoliation. Hang on.”

She flipped like an otter and dove down to the river bed, grabbing a handful of the fine silt on the bottom. She bobbed up in front of Vahn. The water reached her chest but was only waist deep for him. She tilted her head to look at him.

“May I?”

He nodded.

She rubbed the sand onto his chest, using a circular motion to draw it across his scales. His eyes closed in bliss and she was startled to see his skin change color from blue to lilac.

“I guess you’re enjoying this?” she hazarded. He gave an answering growl of contentment. “If you lift me I’ll do your shoulders.”

He slipped one of his serpetri around her waist and lifted her till she was face to face. She stroked the sand onto his collarbone and shoulders, frowning in concentration as she worked it into his deltoids and trapezii.

“Is that too hard?”

“It is perfect. Let me return the favor.”

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“Kara, why do you never ask for things for yourself?”

“Sorry?”

Confused, she let her hands rest on his shoulders.

“You are so stubborn, so annoyingly unrelenting when it comes to helping others and yet you never accept comfort for yourself. I am wondering what happened to make you that way.”

“Nothing happened,” she said defensively. “I just don’t like asking for help, that’s all.”

“There is no shame in it.”

“I was raised to be self-sufficient. To be tough.”

“By your mother, no doubt. Your mother, the war-monger.”

Kara stiffened.

“Don’t talk about her like that. Put me down.”

“No,” he said calmly. “I am going to wash you. And you will accept it like a good little human.”

Ignoring her protestations, he turned her to face away from him and scooped sand onto her back and shoulders. Using long, slow strokes he massaged it into her skin.

Despite herself, she found it soothing. She closed her eyes and gave into it.

“Prick,” she muttered. Laughter rumbled from his chest.

He worked his hands over her shoulder blades and spine, kneading the small of her back until she let out a small sigh of happiness.

“You’re good with your hands.” She let herself relax and leaned back against his chest.

Something long and hard bumped against the swell of her buttocks and she suppressed a smile. She knew what that was. But she didn’t comment and neither did he.

His hands slipped over her shoulders to her neck and collarbone. She caught her breath as he moved past her breasts but he didn’t touch them. He was behaving himself, she realized. Being a gentleman even though he was clearly turned on.

She liked the fact he was trying to be restrained around her. It reminded her of what he could do when he wasn’t being restrained. Like last night. When he’d made her lose control.

Her pulse quickened.

Vahn tried to ignore his massive erection and concentrate on the task at hand. He stroked sand over Kara’s waist and ribs, methodically massaging it into her tummy and hips. When he reached the tops of her thighs, she couldn’t help wriggling.

“Stop squirming, little human.”

“I can’t. It feels too good.”

“If you insist on moving provocatively, this will only end one way.”

Mischievously, she pressed her butt against his erection.

“Do you mean like this?”

“You are playing with fire.”

“Mm.” She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “I think you missed a bit.”

She guided his hand between her legs.

“You are a vixen, Kara,” he muttered.

He stroked her silken cleft and discovered she was wet. His shaft pushed more insistently into her back.

She turned to face him and saw his erection was straining so hard it was protruding from the water. She stroked a finger over the sensitive tip and smiled when she heard him gasp.

“Kara,” he began, about to warn her again of the dangers of teasing him too much.

She didn’t let him finish. In one smooth movement, she gripped his waist with her legs and mounted him.

Vahn bit back a groan as her heat enveloped him like a satin sheath from tip to base. He slid his hands beneath her bottom and supported her, bracing himself against the current of the river.

Kara waited until she was fully impaled. When every last inch of her aching pussy was filled, she began to rock her hips. She moved with deliberation, taking her time, letting her excitement build.

With each downward motion the thick ridge at the base of his shaft met her clitoris, sending bursts of pleasure ricocheting through her core. With every roll of her hips, they grew in intensity. Layer upon layer, wave upon wave, until she was moaning in bliss – but she resisted the temptation to speed up. She wanted to make it last.

Her thigh muscles began to burn but she ignored them, forcing herself to move slowly… and slower still… savoring each exquisite sensation until she thought she might scream.

Vahn was as unmoving as a mountain as she ground against him, fucking herself with his cock. Knowing he was letting her use him for her own pleasure turned her on even more.

But there came a point where she could no longer help herself. She began to piston her hips harder, faster, chasing the ultimate ecstasy. Her muscles grew taut as she approached the brink, and her breath started to come in little gasps. Her movements dissolved into frenzy and suddenly, suddenly…

“Oh, fuck! Yes. Yes! ”

She was falling – no, plummeting into a glorious orgasm.

Vahn felt her tighten around him. He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. She tried to turn away, embarrassed, but he was implacable.

He stared into her eyes while she climaxed with searing intensity. He saw her pupils dilate and sudden gold flecks appear as her body frantically contracted around him. She couldn’t look away and she couldn’t hide. It was the single most intimate moment she’d ever experienced with a lover.

Only when her spasms slowed did he give himself over to his own rush of ecstasy. He growled her name as he released himself deep inside her. She had never felt more complete.

Afterwards, neither had the urge to talk. Kara leaned back and drifted peacefully on the surface of the water, buoyed by his serpetri. The Vraxian watched through half-closed eyes.

Kalehsha, he thought. My kalehsha.

But he kept the words to himself.