Chapter 11
– Theodora –
I’m not sure if it’s the darkness and the strange light from the moon that does it, but if not, then his cock is both bigger and weirder than I suspected. It’s scary, but it also creates a sucking feeling in my own body, as if it’s suddenly missing something.
I innocently check with one finger, since I am taking a bath anyway. Yep, there’s no mistaking that slickness. I’m just as turned on as I thought.
The booze helps, of course. I’m not thinking that much about tomorrow.
But the main thing is that I’ve been around Kenz’ox for a couple of days now, and he hasn’t done anything to chase me away or boss me around.
He could have done both if he had wanted to.
Instead, he seems to be a highly confident and kind man, and I’m not as afraid of him as I was.
And where that fear was, there’s now something else that’s just as insistent, but much more pleasant: I’m horny.
I don’t know where this will be going. Probably nowhere. But—
“Oh!” I squeal and reach for Kenz’ox’s hand behind me.
He immediately steps in front of me and lifts his sword. “What?”
“Something touch my foot.” I point down into the water, which in the moonlight isn’t nearly as clear as in the daytime.
He stabs the sword into the sand many times in different spots. “Stay away, ocean Bigs!” he growls. “Dorie is a warrior! Not prey!”
I take a step back, still holding his massive hand. I’m not even sure if it was anything. Maybe just a piece of seaweed or driftwood. Or most likely nothing at all, simply an overreaction to the tentacled monster we saw the other day.
He turns and looks me up and down. “Show your foot.”
I lift one foot out of the water, and he inspects it in the moonlight. “No injury there.”
“Didn’t hurt,” I tell him. “Just touch. Soft.” My heart beats fast. I think it’s because of him, not the potential sea monster.
“That’s bad enough.” He stabs the sword into the water a few more times for good measure, giving me a good look at his butt, which is all muscle. Oh my God… how can I resist this incredible male?
“Did it only touch your foot?”
“Maybe touch other places, too.” The breath catches in my throat. I’m being quite forward. But that’s fine. This planet could kill me at any time. And it has really tried. Now I want some pleasure from it before it succeeds.
Kenz’ox’s eyes snap to mine. The blue moon catches the hard glint in them, and for a heartbeat the only sound is the hiss of waves.
Then he closes the space between us in one fluid stride.
His hands slide down my waist, his fingers hook under my thighs, and he lifts me clear of the water as if I weigh nothing.
The cool night air kisses my wet skin. The heat of his chest sears through me.
“Other places,” he rumbles, and there’s a gravelly note to his voice.
He carries me to the dry part of the beach, drops his sword, and lowers me onto the soft rise of a dune.
The grains are still sun-warm beneath my back.
He kneels between my legs. Moonlight paints the ridges of his massive shoulders in blue.
His palms glide up my calves, parting them slowly, reverently, until I’m open to the stars and to him.
“I will Worship you,” he tells me, looking me in the eye. It’s his way of asking if I want it.
Even if I didn’t know what that was, his intent is very clear.
“Do it,” I gasp, as my lips start to feel stiff. “Worship me.”
The first touch of his tongue is a shock of velvet heat, tracing the seam of me with deliberate hunger. I gasp again. My fingers tangle in the fine strands of his hair. Then my hips arch off the sand as he growls against my flesh, and the alien beach disappears beneath the tide of his mouth.
Kenz’ox’s tongue circles my clit with maddening patience, then flicks hard enough to draw a broken cry from my throat. For a second, I worry about his beard, but if it is touching me now, it’s all silky and pleasant.
Nothing exists except the wet heat of his mouth, the touch of his fangs on tender skin, and the low growl rumbling from his chest straight into my core.
My back bows and sand clings to my shoulders, my hair, and my thighs.
Kenz’ox doesn’t pause. He sucks, gentle and fierce, until the pleasure coils so tight I can’t breathe.
“Please…” The word tears out, raw and shameless. He can do anything to me now, and he knows it. I swear he’s holding me just short of the edge on purpose. He must sense how close I am.
My whimpers become urgent, and finally he decides to finish it.
He answers with a swirl of his tongue, and the world comes apart.
I come hard. My thighs clamp around his head and my heels dig into the dune.
Stars burst behind my eyes while waves of heat pulse through me, again, again, until I’m trembling and gasping.
Kenz’ox gentles his touch, lapping slowly, drawing out every aftershock until I sag softly against the sand. Only then does he lift his head, blue eyes outshining the moonlight. Salt and sex glisten on his lips.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, then slowly gets to his feet. “Worship is… wonderful.”
“No kidding.” I watch through slitted eyes as he finds his loincloth and sword. He struggles to encase his hardness, and even with the loincloth on, his arousal is obvious. Not least because he does have two.
Oh my… I’ve pent up a lot of heat and need. Years of it. And this was incredible. But it hasn’t made a dent in my need.
He gets the spear and my jumpsuit and places them next to me. “I don’t want you here alone.”
I slowly stand up on knees that threaten to buckle, steady myself on the caveman, and put my jumpsuit on. He carries my spear, and I keep a good hold of him until we’re back at the saucer.
Aker’iz wakes up as he lifts her down from her tree.
My knees are recovering, so I tidy up the fire ring and check on the mug I made. The kiln has cooled down, and while it’s not my finest work, the mug gives a little ping when I tap it. So it’s not cracked and should be watertight.
Kenz’ox comes back out and stands framed in the blue light from inside.
There’s still a bulge in his loincloth. Well, I am the first woman he’s ever seen, but he ate me out like he’d done it a thousand times before.
Those shamans know a thing or two about it, that’s for sure.
Even now, the tingles are still there, wanting more.
I’m not sure how smart it was. The booze made me careless and more eager to have some pleasure on this damn planet.
I decide not to worry about it for now. What’s done is done. It was incredibly good, a bright spot in the darkness of my life in this jungle. And seriously, what are giant cavemen for, if not for that?
I pass him with a flirty smile and a bump of my hip, then curl up in my usual spot on the floor.
The next morning, both of the others are up before me. Aker’iz is eating her fruit porridge and spilling a good amount of it. I make a mental note to explain to Kenz’ox the concept of a bib.
Finding the new mug, I check it out in daylight. When I made it, I engraved some things on it, and it came out reasonably well.
I hand it to Kenz’ox. “Aker’iz’s new mug. This is her name in the speech from my world. They are called ‘letters.’ A-k-e-r-i-z.” I point to each one.
“Wonderful,” Kenz’ox says, puzzled. “And what do these ledrs mean?” He points to the other side of the mug.
“On Earth, they mean… umm…” I don’t know the word for heart, so I point to my own and simulate a heartbeat.
“Chest?” Kenz’ox guesses.
“No, inside. Goes dondon-dondon.”
“Aker,” he says with confidence, using a word that’s new to me.
“Aker,” I repeat, then stop as the penny drops. “Aker… and her name Aker’iz? Mean my heart?”
Blue eyes sparkle. “She is.”
A Spanish name flashes past in my mind: Corazón. Heart. The same concept for naming a beloved baby girl.
“Heart,” I ponder. “On Earth, heart means love. The love of a father for his baby.”
He puts his palm on his chest. “I see. It means the same here. And there are two of them on the mug. A small one inside a big one. Aker’iz’s heart inside mine. It’s remarkably fine. Thank you. Look, Aker’iz! You have the finest mug on Xren. With your name on it. Three times.”
She just whines, not too interested.
“We will use it for our next meal,” Kenz’ox says. “Which will not be long from now, I think.”
I eat a quick breakfast while he goes to the beach to do laundry, bringing Aker’iz in her front pack.
When he returns, we agree to start building the hut at noon. Because I’ve been dreaming about the saucer tech again, and I want to tinker with it for a couple of hours.
In the dream, the glass shapes were less complicated, bigger and more uniform. And they all turned red when I touched them, and when that happened, I knew the saucer would work.
“But dreams are not reality,” I remind myself as I sit down by a random console and gaze into its complicated internals.
Yesterday, I think I saw a change in the light inside the saucer, and it gave off a little bit of a hum that only lasted for a minute.
But when I checked inside the consoles, it looked much the same as before. And so it does now.
I’m gaining confidence in touching the various parts.
I can predict what will happen when I twist a cone or press on a cylinder or reach all the way inside to turn a part around or squeeze it or push at it.
The colors change and the shapes change.
But nothing about the saucer itself changes.
The light is the same, the water and paste generators are the same, the hum doesn’t start again.
And the saucer is most certainly not flying.
“If they’d made something just to waste my time, they couldn’t have done any better than this,” I mutter to myself. “It’s as if it’s not connected to the saucer at all.”