Chapter 10 Dana
I muffled another scream as Gnnar continued to fuck me with his vibrating tail. Seriously, a vibrating tail? These Kadrixan warriors needed to come with a warning.
I wasn’t complaining. Hell no! Not when it felt this fucking good.
I’d learned from Penny’s story that the Kadrixans needed their females to orgasm in order to trigger ovulation. Since the rut was all about reproduction and continuation of species, their heat only abated after they both peaked. It was so different from what I’d thought it was.
With the way Gnnar was working my body, we’d have no problem with that at all. He kissed his way down my body, this time moving quickly past my throat, chest, and belly. Needing something to hold onto, I slipped my fingers into the dark, wiry strands of his hair but somehow ended up with my hands wrapped around his horns.
But I didn’t have time to wonder if his horns were erogenous zones because his tongue was already there, licking and flicking my clit. The bifurcation wasn’t just visual, he could actually control each side of his tongue separately, and that meant he was currently rolling my clit between the fork. My whole body was alight with pleasure. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes, trying my best not to scream.
But that was in vain because his tail curled, finding a new spot inside me, and suddenly, I wasn’t climbing anymore. I was at the very edge, tumbling into oblivion.
I was still sobbing with my release when Gnnar crawled up to cage my body with his.
My eyes went wide when the thick head of his cock spread me open. His tail was thick, but not this thick. It also didn’t have the vertical ridges that spiraled down its length. And wow! He felt impossibly big.
He cupped my cheek tenderly in one hand and said something that sounded infinitely important before pressing a kiss to my forehead, and I knew that whatever happened now, he would take care of me. His body took over, producing more of the pheromones that made me need and crave him.
When he thrust again, his cock slid in more, and the ridges rubbed up against my inner walls.
He growled something again, sounding super sexy.
Despite feeling like I couldn’t take anymore, he sank into me a little farther with each movement until I was so utterly and completely filled that it felt like there was more of him in me than me. There was so much pressure, and I had to move. The little hip roll was all that was needed to push him over the edge.
With a feral snarl, he started to fuck me. Blinding pleasure exploded from where we were joined, moving down to my fingers and toes. It was like his ridges had been built just for me, leaving nothing inside me untouched. My fingers tightened on his biceps, my nails digging into the muscles harder with every thrust.
He growled something again, and I replied with an ecstatic, “Yes!”
He was rutting into me, just like the name suggested, wild and animalistic, thrusting deep with every movement. His wings draped over us as he pounded into me, claiming me, and I was more than happy to submit to him and give him every part of me.
Then I was cresting again, but this time it felt like I was completely connected to him, and my orgasm pulled him along. It was just him and me as the sensations took over. He snarled as he came, filling me not just with his seed but with the knowledge that something had started between us and we could never go back.
I stayed in the protective cocoon of his arms and wings until the chill of the evening seeped in.
It was dark in the cavern, and I struggled to find my clothes until Gnnar turned on the lantern I’d strapped to my pack.
I looked around the cave, really seeing it for the first time. I gasped at the sight of the sparkling layers of rock that made up the walls. Up close, the striations were clear and defined, with slightly different shades of red, orange, and yellow near the top of the cave that faded to brown, with an occasional streak of purple stone here and there. Every layer glittered in the artificial light almost like they were infused with diamond dust.
“It’s so pretty.” I reached out to touch one of the layers and it felt like polished marble, cold, hard, and smooth.
I was never into rocks or crystals, or shiny objects in general, but this had the potential to make me a believer.
The only entrance large enough for someone to come through was the single large crack in the stone we’d had to squeeze through to get here. There were smaller cracks above us, and a light breeze moved air through the cavern.
We were in the badlands. I remembered learning about this place in school and marveling at the ridges, spires, and hoodoos built and carved by wind, water, and sand. I never thought I’d see it with my own eyes. I had, and from a bird’s eye view too, while being carried in Gnnar’s arms. This place was even more awe-inspiring in person than in the drone footage we’d watched in class.
We’d also learned that this place was extremely dangerous, filled with poisonous plants and venomous animals eager to take a chunk out of us. They taught us that we should be lucky that the colony had done all the hard work to make this part of the planet livable to humans. They also mentioned that a tribe of dangerous native Vokiren called this place home. I hadn’t seen any signs of them from the air, but if there were caves and caverns like this one all over the land, then it would be easy to hide.
I found my clothes and in the process realized that the cloth Gnnar used to clean me up was one of the thin blankets I’d stuffed into my pack from the research facility. I thought I’d grabbed only one thick blanket, but it turned out there were three thin ones rolled up in there.
Now that we weren’t smashed skin to skin, the chill was setting in. That was another thing I knew about the badlands. It was like the desert in that it could drop to freezing temperatures at night even if it had been warm and sunny during the day.
Gnnar lay on the blanket on the ground and I settled next to him, cuddling in for warmth.
Gnnar said something and pointed up to the ceiling. The layer of rock that comprised a good portion of the top of the cave was a dark red color. The lanterns shining up at it dimmed, and suddenly, a shadow started moving across the ceiling. I frowned, squinting at it, trying to make out why it looked so familiar. It looked almost like a person, but… wait a minute… those were horns!
The scary-looking alien warrior was making Kadrixan shadow puppets!
“Hey! That’s you.” I reached up to rub one of his horns affectionately.
That had him grinning sheepishly and looking very much like a boy rather than the dangerous fighter who’d torn two guards apart after we’d first met.
Wow. Was that only a few hours ago? It seemed so long ago.
When I turned my attention back to the figure on the ceiling, he started to talk softly, narrating the shadow warrior’s actions. The low rumble of his voice filled me with the irrefutable sense that everything was going to be alright, even though I didn’t understand a single word. As Gnnar told his bedtime story, I started to feel the impact of the crazy day I just experienced. Technically, it had started yesterday since I didn’t get any sleep last night due to the fact that I was devouring Penelope’s story—sorry, not sorry.
I blinked, trying to stay awake as the shadow warrior turned into a spaceship and launched off into outer space.
I had to admit that Gnnar had a way of making me feel simultaneously small and protected and sexy and powerful in the best sort of way. Like he was the strongest, most capable man in the world, but I could still bring him to his knees with just a single word.
I never did find out what happened to the shadow warrior because I was already asleep, cuddled up in the arms of my very own Kadrixan warrior, before his spaceship landed.