Chapter 25 #2
She gasped, wide awake all at once. Sitting up quickly, she lifted her head from Tuvo’s chest and upset the hand he had on her head. He looked at her with a calm expression. But he was looking at her. Not the glassy, sightless eyes of the last few days.
“Tuvo?” She whispered, barely audible under the loud forest at night.
He gave her a very soft smile. “I’m here, vi kyrya.”
Her lip trembled and she tried, very hard, to hold back the tears. But she failed almost immediately, collapsing over him, trying to hug his huge chest with her whole body as he wrapped his arm around and up her back and resumed slowly petting her.
“I’m okay, Hattie,” he promised. “Don’t worry yourself like this.”
“I was so scared!”
“I know.”
“I thought I was going to lose you.”
“I know.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“I’m sorry.”
She hiccupped against his chest, curling even tighter against his side. He held and caressed her as she tried to cry quietly against him. She knew that Keith wasn’t going to wake up, but she didn’t want to bother Belmira who woke up on a hair trigger.
She eventually cried herself out until she was just shuddering and hiccupping against him. But once the tears stopped flowing, he sat up.
“Hey, no,” she tried to gently push him back. For all the good it did. She couldn’t even lower him gently to the ground when pushing him over. She definitely couldn’t move him if he wasn’t willing to move.
Tuvo stood like he was stiff, turning his neck from side to side. He stretched his entire body before crouching and looking at her over his shoulder.
She bit her lip, staring at his back. It was too dark for her to see, but she knew how it looked just a few nights ago. She didn’t want to strain his wounds.
“I’m fine, Hattie,” he promised. “Trust me.”
Sniffling, she cautiously approached and put her arms around his neck. The moment she was secure, he stood and began climbing the tree. Slower than usual, his muscles straining a bit, but his movements were sure and steady as he took them up to the lowest branches.
This tree had something like a hollow at the top, right above one of the branches. It made a secure place for him to sit, putting her in his lap, so he could hold and snuggle her.
“Is your back okay?” Hattie asked, worrying. This high up, she could see him better in the moonlight. But only his eyes. The rest of his body was disappearing into the tree.
“The day I can’t climb is the day you should just lay me to rest with my ancestors,” he said, grumbling at her lack of faith in him.
She laughed weakly, resting her head down on his shoulder. “You should have told me you were hurt.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered. We couldn’t stop any sooner.”
“Still. I could have helped you.”
His lips pressed against her head. A sweet kiss. “The best thing you can ever do to help me is keep yourself safe. How long have I been out?”
“A few days. Belmira has been taking care of us. She lives in this forest.”
He hummed in approval. “She is a strong female. Very capable.”
Hattie stiffened in his arms. “Yeah. She’s great.”
He chuckled. “What is that tone? And don’t tell me you’re fine.”
“Nothing.”
“Ah. Hattie.” He pushed her up so he could look in her stubbornly set face. “I am a dense male. I’m aware of it. But even I’m not dense enough to believe that.”
“I’m fine.” She winced when she realized what she said. His three, gleaming eyes just stared at her through the darkness. Silently demanding a proper answer. She sighed, “It’s really nothing. Just… Belmira really is incredible.”
“Mm-hm.”
She shifted her weight on his lap. “She’s pretty. And strong. So strong. She’s been through so much. I don’t think I could have survived in her place. I don’t think I could have survived the way she did after… everything.”
“Ah. I see.” Tuvo chuckled, bringing her back and kissing the top of her head. “My admiration of her does not diminish my devotion to you. There’s nothing to be jealous of, vi kyrya.”
“What does that mean?”
“Hm?”
“Kirya. That’s ancient Domtri. What does it mean?”
He chuckled.
“What?”
“Your pronunciation.”
“I said it just the way you did! Kirya.”
“Kyrya.”
“I said it the exact same way,” she pouted, knowing that wasn’t true. He said it with a special growl in his chest that she simply couldn’t replicate. “What’s it mean?”
His hand trailed down her back to cup her bottom. Squeezing with a growl of approval. “It means heart.”
“Aw, you’re calling me your heart?” She giggled, nuzzling into him. Then paused. “Wait. Ancient Domtri isn’t that simple. What else does it mean?”
“Well, I’m not a scholar, so I’m sure it has lots of meanings I don’t know.” He jerked her up, grinding her down against his cock. “But aside from my heart, it means something like vitality. Not the thing that’s your reason for living, but the only reason you are alive.”
Hattie sat up, staring at him in shock.
“What?”
“That was just… so romantic. So sweet.” She sniffed again, laughing. “I can’t… No one’s ever said something like that to me before.”
“I would hope not. I don’t want to share you.”
She laughed again, overwhelming relief and boundless joy driving her as she grabbed his face and eagerly kissed him. Happy he was okay again. Astounded by the way he thought of her. That nickname hadn’t come from nowhere. She meant something to him.
“Hattie?” He called her name gently through the kiss.
“Mm?”
“Were you feeding me your blood?”
She pulled back, still holding his face, biting her lip nervously. “Was that okay? I know domini don’t like drinking the blood of people who aren’t their enemies, but I figured it was an emergency and I couldn’t get you to swallow one of your pills and you needed your strength, so I thought-”
“Hattie, breathe,” he interjected when her rambling just kept going.
“Sorry,” she shrunk back.
“I’m not upset.” He hesitated, frowning as he took her wrist and pulled her arm back so he could see the cut she kept opening to drain her blood.
“Well, that’s not true. I’m upset that you were forced to do it.
That you had to cut yourself open. But I’m grateful.
Thank you for taking care of me, vi kyrya. ”
The words washed over her like sinking into a warm, comfortable bath. “No, thank you. Tuvo. You’ve taken much better care of me. A little blood was nothing. But how did you know?”
“I wasn’t really conscious, but I was sort of aware sometimes. And there was something you kept giving me that was… well, I’m not sure how to describe it. But it was definitely blood.”
Grinning, she twisted her wrist in his grip. “Want to get a proper taste?”
His eyes flashed in the moonlight. “Have you missed me that much, kyrya?”
She licked her lips. Eager for him to taste her. To see what he was like when he was high off her. But then reality came back, and she slumped.
“We can’t. You just woke up. You need rest.”
She squeaked when he caught her around the waist and yanked her up, splaying her across his chest, balancing her knees on his thighs. His tail wrapped around one of her ankles, as though trying to keep her there.
Tuvo reached between them and pulled at the button of her jeans and, the moment he had it popped, he was yanking her jeans down.
“The day I can’t please you is also the day you should lay me to rest with my ancestors,” he said, growling as he thrust his fingers between her legs from behind.
“Wait, Tuv-ugh!”
Her back arched as he stroked his finger over her clit. The reaction made him chuckle.
“You really have missed me. Let me see how much this little cunt has been yearning for my attention, hm?”
She bit her lip, groaning as his finger pressed at her entrance. She wasn’t fully wet yet, and she tensed, ready for him to shove the digit in before she was ready.
But that’s not what happened. Instead, he tested her, getting the tip of his finger wet, before pulling it out returning to circling her clit.
While he did so, his thumb began testing her opening.
Slow stroking in and out of her, going deeper and deeper as his rotating finger drew more wetness from her hole.
Panting, whimpering, trying to stifle her moans, Hattie clenched at his shoulders as her head fell back and she stared up at the moon. Dazzled and unseeing as she focused entirely on his huge thumb curling up and pressing against her G-spot.
She thrashed against him as his fingers pinched, his thumb pressing down as his long finger pressed up, rubbing vigorously against her entire clitoris.
A brief scream was quickly silenced by her slapping her own hand over her mouth. Tuvo didn’t let up, massaging both sides of her clit, from the in- and outside, through her orgasm until she was nearly sobbing and thrashing against him, too sensitive to handle it anymore.
He chuckled as he finally released her, pulling his thumb free.
Panting, she collapsed over him. Smiling again. She started to push herself up, eager to finally return the favor-
-until she felt pressure at her entrance.
She hissed, back arching again.
“Easy,” Tuvo said, pressing in further. “Let me stretch you out, vi kyrya. Take it.”
Three. That was definitely three fingers he was slowly pressing into her. Tapered together at the tips, they weren’t much bigger than just two, but as he got deeper and deeper, her pussy had to stretch further and further.
Just like his thumb before, he worked slowly. Moving in and out. Pushing forward just a bit more every time he thrust them in.
He muttered something under his breath. An exclamation of surprise in ancient Domtri as he pressed in to the knuckle.
“You took it,” he said, rubbing her back. “How do you feel?”
Hattie grimaced, clenching her pelvic muscles. Tightening them around his fingers, relaxing, then doing it again. Trying to open herself around him. Around the second time, she realized that each time she relaxed, he spread his fingers apart. Trying to help stretch her further.
“H-How much more until I can take your cock?” She finally asked.
He chuckled. “I think… you might actually be able to do it.”
“Right now?”
“Easy. Not right now,” he pet her back. “But if you can stretch this far…”
His words trailed off, the unspoken promise making her shiver with anticipation.
But she could only focus on that for a few seconds because, at that moment, he began pounding her with his fingers. Fast and wet and ruthless. Another short cry broke out. She covered her mouth with both hands as he brought her to a quick and merciless climax.
Tensing and shaking over him, he refused to stop. She smacked his shoulders, but he tightened his grip around her waist, keeping her still as he finger blasted her to oblivion.
Her next cry was completely unmuffled. She grabbed onto him, nails digging into his skin, as she thrashed.
He finally yanked his fingers free, and she collapsed, breathing fast, heart pounding, body twitching as her climax kept zapping through her. As merciless as he had been.
Tuvo chuckled, slowly lowering her down so she was laid out on his chest and her legs dangled, weak and trembling.
“Go back to sleep,” he ordered, kissing her temple.
No. She had to reciprocate.
But she didn’t have the strength to lift her arms. And after the three mind blowing orgasms, her exhausted body and mind couldn’t stay conscious any longer. Too long without sleep, too long worrying, caught up to her, and she passed out right there against him.
***
The next morning, when Tuvo climbed them out of the tree, Belmira was already awake, chewing on one of the roots they hadn’t eaten last night. Keith was still asleep, his body splayed out like a starfish, mouth all the way open and snoring.
Tuvo set Hattie back on her feet and kissed her head. “I’m going to check around the area. Make sure we’re still safe. Hunt something for breakfast.”
“Okay. We’ll start a fire.”
“Good, I’ll be back.”
“Bye,” she waved him off as he turned and jogged into the jungle.
Doing so, she got her first look at his back.
She could still see the half-closed marks peppering his skin, scabs hardened and pulling at their edges.
The bruising had faded a bit, allowing his skin to camouflage again, but there was a dark duskiness to them.
He moved stiffly, but he had been laying on the hard ground for a few days, so that could be understood.
But she still worried as she watched him disappear into the underbrush.
“So,” Belmira started after he had vanished. “That’s one of the aliens, hm?”
“Yeah.” Hattie smiled, joining her in the shade of the lean-to. Now that Tuvo wasn’t lying in it, there was plenty of room for them to stretch out.
“Bigger than I expected.”
“That’s mostly Tuvo. The others are big, but not as big as him.”
“He has a tail.”
“Mm-hm.”
“Sounds like he knows how to fuck too.”
Hattie’s face flamed as she sat up, stiff and uncertain.
What would Belmira think? Not every human was okay with cross species romance. And what did she even say? Deny it completely? Say that they didn’t actually go all the way? Agree? What if she reacted badly?
“Relax,” Belmira chuckled. “I’m no judge. And not if he’s as good as you made it sound. Kind of jealous.”
“Er, will your village…” She hesitated, uncertain.
“My family is good. They’ll be shocked. But when we heard of aliens, didn’t really care. It wasn’t going to affect us. If they do have a problem, I’ll deal with it. He saved my life. I can offer you a bed. Even if you want to share it.”
Hattie gave her a grateful smile. “He does know how to fuck. And that was just his fingers.”
“All that over only fingers?” Belmira laughed. “I should have my man ask for tips. Mind translating?”
Hattie laughed. “Actually, no. Come on, we need to make a fire. He’s going hunting.”
“Mm, fresh meat sounds delicious. What about him?” Belmira looked at Keith as he scratched his balls in his sleep.
“Let him keep watch,” Hattie said, prompting more laughter as the two of them went about collecting twigs and fallen branches to burn.