11. Chapter 11
Nobody had ever confused me as much as this gallis. One moment, she brought me to my knees for kissing her, and the next, she demanded a kiss that left me breathless. But weak or not, I was all too happy to oblige her moods and hoped there would be more moments like this.
Slowly, her lips opened to the pressure of my tongue, inviting me in. My cock strained in my pants when our tongues entangled, and it took an immense amount of willpower not to come right then.
My hands moved around her waist, up her back. Shudders moved underneath her flesh at my touch, silent witnesses of her enjoying it. A hungry groan escaped me as our tongues danced the millennia-old dance of passion.
Her body pressed closer against mine, my fingers clenched her supple ass, and this time it was her moaning into my mouth. Keeping the pressure on her backside, I lifted her up higher so that her core pressed against my elongated shaft. In response, she opened her legs and scissored them around me. Gods, I nearly came. The last time I had been intimate with a gallis had been… nek, I wasn't going to think about that now.
Her dull little claws dug into my neck and my hair; she was as wild as a xythrax.
I had no idea how long we stood there, kissing, but when we both came up for air, panting and staring into each other's eyes, her pupils were so dilated that only a smidgen of red-brown halo remained. Her heart hammered as hard against my chest as mine.
She moved one hand against my chest, pushing herself away from me. "Ghan-Zahr."
I nodded. "I know."
I let her slide down my body, relishing in the close contact and mourning it the moment she took a faltering step back, bringing distance between us. The trees were covering us well, but the blood of the dead vorathar would soon attract other predators. As much as my cock needed to be buried into her hot pussy, this wasn't the place or time.
I took a deep, shuddering breath. "You all right?"
She nodded. "Thank you."
I lowered myself painfully to my haunches. My cock was still so stiff, it was a nearly impossible endeavor, but I managed. Pulling out my knife, I began cutting the vorathar's large plates and teeth off, the only items that could be used from a vorathar's carcass. It didn't have fur, and the meat was indigestible. At least for us Vandruks; other animals didn't seem to mind.
This was only the second vorathar I had ever killed—they weren't quite as common as xythraxs—but the fight had been just as exhilarating as the first time. Or the time I killed a xythrax during the khadahr trials. Nek, it had actually been more exhilarating because so much more had been at stake in that moment. Rachel.
A rustle in the bushes announced that the first predators were arriving.
"Ghan-Zahr"." Rachel's voice sounded trepidatious.
I layered the plates and teeth to carry them in one hand, and I held out the other for Rachel. Instantly, she placed hers in mine. The quiver in it was telling of her fear, but she trusted me enough to allow me to lead her away from the killing site.
A brokkar arrived first, followed by the snouts of five more of its brethren. They were cadaver eaters, vicious in their own way but wary enough not to attack a living soul unless provoked. With our slow retreat, we didn't pose any threat to the pack. As soon as the leader began to feast on the cadaver, the others joined.
Rachel whimpered, and I pulled her along a little faster; she didn't breathe freely, though, until we were out of the forest. There, she folded into me and leaned her head against my chest. I stopped and pulled her close, placed my arms around her, not in a sexual gesture like before; nek, this was different and a hundred times more intimate. Her body trembled against mine as a slight hitch moved her shoulders.
"Shh, it's all right." I soothed her.
"That was… awful… thank you, Ghan-Zahr, thank you."
"I always protect you. Always," I vowed.
Her head pulled slightly away from me. She tilted it up to look at me, and I saw tears shimmering in her beautiful eyes. I bent forward and kissed her forehead. "You always safe with me."
She nodded, then her facial expression shifted. She looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry about—"
I placed my finger on her lips and shook my head. "I'm sorry."
Her lips quirked ever so slowly until a big smile curved them upward, so bright, I didn't think I would ever get enough of it.
My balls still throbbed slightly, but the fight had at least cleared the headache away. Still, I was pretty sure that if I had a free hand to check, I'd find a small lump where she'd hit me. Impressive little gallis .
Every once in a while, she turned her head around, looking back at the forest over her shoulder, making sure nothing followed us. I wanted to tell her that she didn't need to do that. I would hear any predator coming, but I wasn't sure of the words, and my mind was still spinning from our kiss to concentrate and puzzle them out. To reassure her, I pressed her hand every time she turned.
My eyes scanned the horizon, the Rodruk mountains were getting closer, but my warriors were at least two finger's' breadths ahead of us. We wouldn't catch up with them until they made camp. On the upside, they would have dinner and the tents ready. Rachel was tiring fast, and soon I was carrying her like before while she was holding what remained of the vorathar. Her face was puckered, but I noticed her eyeing the objects with growing interest.