Chapter Twelve #2
She shivered as his eyes raked down her body.
His attention stopped at her pants before snapping to her face.
He wrapped her hair around his one fist like it were reins to her body.
Two others came to the simple cropped shirt stuck to her back with muck.
It tore like wet tissue paper. Her chest rose and fell as excitement swirled in her anxious stomach.
He kept her jaw locked toward the sky, unable to look down where his hands moved down her body.
The bra that survived the incident at the ship, being washed in their machines, and years of wear and tear, came undone like a wound spring.
Her skin burned under his gaze as his eyes were focused on her chest.
“I’ve been told these cause pleasure,” he purred, circling her nipples with the pad of his thumb.
Her eyes fluttered shut. He growled, not a warning but in pride.
His thumbs teased her nipples till her hips couldn’t resist. She bucked against him, desperate for friction.
Warmth pooled between her thighs. His mouth was close to her throat.
Pinchers traced her skin, leaving little red, hot lines against her skin.
She felt his tongue flatten against her jugular.
A strained whine rose in her throat. He breathed, “I am claiming you, Aphrodite, it would be insulting to quiet your pleasure.”
His fingers pinched her nipples, and she cried out. He chuckled against her throat, “Louder. I am Kannatch, my mate’s throat should be raw before I am done.”
He pinched them again and she shrieked, “Xexis.”
“Perfect,” he purred into her flesh, licking up her jugular again.
His thumbs returned to teasing her nipples.
She nearly lost herself to the pleasure of it until the terrible sound of her pants tearing down the seam filled the forest. “Though, it is my understanding that your true pleasure comes from down here.”
A hand worked to tear the Velcro from her thighs and free her of all fabric. She was cold and naked against the tree as he ground his body against her. He tugged her hair again and she sobbed, “Xexis.”
He stopped ripping and tearing to reach behind his head.
Twisting the cord, she couldn’t see anything but the movement of his elbows as the armor was disconnected.
Piece by piece, it dropped to the earth around them.
He didn’t seem interested in being careful or subtle.
His tongue ran across her neck to the other side, leaving red tracks from his pincers behind.
She couldn’t stop the shivers. Her thighs clenched together only to be ripped open.
All Aphrodite could do was stare at the sky as he bit down onto the meat of her shoulders with razor sharp teeth.
Aphrodite kicked, bucking her hips, and thrashing in tandem as he buried his teeth into her soft flesh.
Xexis hummed, clearly happy with himself.
Blood trickled down her shoulder and pooled at her armpit before he could lick it up.
Stars filled her vision. Xexis let go of her hair.
Aphrodite snapped her head down seconds after he pulled his back.
His long, flat tongue made quick work of the small droplets of her blood in his inner mouth.
She didn’t have a chance to demand an explanation or curse him out for the pain in her neck.
Instead, his lower set of arms looped under her knees and hoisted her up against the tree again.
She hissed at the scrape of bark against her back.
“You’ll have to tell me, my mate, as I’ve been told mixed things.
Some humans enjoy touch, some enjoy suction, some wish it wet, some can’t stand any pressure.
” His upper arms pooled in her lap as he sat her cunt against his torso.
She glanced down at where they met. Instead of speaking, she reached between them and took up one of his thumbs.
He watched with ravenous curiosity as she pressed his thumb through her curls.
Her clit jumped at the sudden touch. A moan trickled off her lips.
It has been too long since I’ve been touched.
She would have never slept with anyone on her crew. Aphrodite would rather go celibate for the entire mission than be caught touching herself either. They all slept in the same cabin.
Aphrodite’s head fell back against the tree, sighing dreamily.
He let her set the tempo, guiding his ministrations around her clit.
His other hand returned to her nipples, finding a tempo he could do with both.
Her free hand moved without thought and brought his head to her chest. Once more, desire was a language everyone understood.
His tongue lapped at her breast, circling and flicking across her nipple.
Aphrodite rocked her hips with his touches.
Teaching her mate exactly how to pleasure her.
Xexis was a fast study. She cried out as he pinched her nipple and switched his tongue to the opposite breast. The hand holding her up squeezed into the underside of her thighs.
She would bruise later. Aphrodite wrapped both arms around his head and clung to him.
Her legs began to tremble. Stars filled her vision again.
Staring into the rainbow canopy of a foreign forest, engulfed by her mate, Aphrodite exploded with pleasure.
Her insides broke, walls fluttering open and closed.
Relief and goosebumps washed over her. She moaned incoherent sounds; her fingers prickled on the wrong direction of his skin.
Panting against her chest, Xexis murmured, “Someday soon, I will taste your pleasure. Drink from you and make you break the windows of the ship.”
She let out a bark of a laugh, “But today?”
“But today, I need to be within you.” He brought his forehead to hers, his pincers writhing. The hands that had been busy toying with her rushed to his waist. “You see, our species are not too different. As my mating organs align with yours.”
And by mating organ he meant the trunk. Aphrodite wheezed as a hearty slab of flesh and muscle dropped against her lower abdomen.
She swallowed audibly and peaked. A long shaft, more ovular than the cylindrical human cock, of thick muscle with spiral ridges, ending in a tapered tip.
There were two clear holes at the front, one larger than the other.
One of his fists was wrapped around his trunk, stroking it in front of her.
His thumb pressed into it and made it pulse before her eyes.
She glanced up at his face, seeing the pride and hunger reflected in his obsidian pools.
“Yeah, sure they align, but,” she whispered, already hoarse.
“But nothing, my mate,” he growled teasingly.
She was unable to look away from his face as she felt his shaft slip away from her stomach.
He put space between them. Pressure was applied to the entrance to her slit.
Her stomach clenched. Every muscle in her body went on high alert, alarm bells screamed in her head.
He smirked, his pincers stranding straight, and eyes narrowed in challenge.
“My mate will take me, and she’ll scream my name till the birds leave the trees and my hunters hear your voice cut out.
I won’t stop until you do. And you should know, Aphrodite, I do not tire easily. ”
Noted.
He spread her insides with his battering ram of a cock. She curled her legs around him. Gasping, her breathers hummed heavily in duress. One of his hands was busy guiding himself into her warmth. The other, however, grabbed her by the throat and pinned her back against the tree.
“Aphrodite,” he warned. “There are still birds.”
What fucking birds? She bit back the initial snark as he burrowed deeper inside. A moan was ripped from her as his hand between them returned to circling her clit. His thumb pressed into her, returning to the same pressure and rhythm she’d shown him.
“Xexis.” She cut open her fingertips with paper cuts on the back of his shoulders as she gripped him.
“Louder, my mate.”
“Xexis!” she yelped, his hips meeting her aggressively.
“My mate,” he purred, his tongue pressed against the side of her face.
Hips pulled back; she was given only a moment to breathe before he knocked the wind from her.
An impressive feat with the mechanical breathers installed.
She called out, crying out garbled versions of his name as he thrust into her.
Each thrust grew heavier, knocking as deep as his trunk could go.
Her walls clenched around him. The ridges that spiraled up his shaft worked her insides like a professional guitarist works strings. Her vision spun.
Throat hot, dry, and angry, she shrieked his name.
He removed the hand from her throat and punched it into the tree above her head.
Birds of varying sizes from tiny to monstrous fled the forest. The sky darkened with their shadows as they fled from the scene.
She would have laughed if he didn’t switch from long and deep strokes to fast, bulldozing ones.
His hips met hers with unending enthusiasm.
Her toes curled. An orgasm snuck up on her and left her winded as she collapsed against him.
He closed any distance between them, their stomachs touching.
She shivered as he groaned into her ear.
She lost her voice and nearly lost consciousness as her walls fluttered around him. He pulled his hand from her clit and propped her head in his upper set of hands. Their foreheads touched. She croaked weakly, “Xexis.”
“Do not worry, we have healing goop for your throat as well.”
She snorted, “Does it come from your trunk?” She caught the mischievous flicker in his eyes.
“Maybe I shall drink from you as you drink from me?” He ground into her, his hips faltering. He must be close.