Chapter 19
Haley
This guy must have nerves of steel. And a penis made of steel, too.
I feel like giggling at that thought, but I feel too relaxed and boneless to do anything. If anyone had asked me a month ago if I would let an alien go down on me, I would have thought they were nuts. I still can’t believe it actually happened.
Wow. That was the most surreal and delicious orgasm I have ever had.
Whatever Draggar lacked in technique, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. It was like he paid attention to every little sound I made to find out exactly what I liked, and when he discovered something that made me feel good, he went at it with dedication and determination.
I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t let me return the favor and at least give him a hand job. It was obvious he wanted more. I mean, his dick was so hard, it felt like a metal pipe hiding under his loincloth.
Every man I have ever had sex with would never go down on me without getting something out of it in return. So, why did he? Even now, the next morning, he’s still hard.
I glance over at the man beside me to see the material of his loincloth is tented slightly over his still erect dick. My mouth waters at the thought of what that small scrap of leather could be hiding.
I never thought I would lust after alien cock, but here I am. I want to know if the real thing lives up to the promise of what I felt throbbing against me last night. Because it felt like something that sex toy designers would go crazy over back on Earth.
I clench my pussy against the need I feel rising up in me and turn my eyes back to the path ahead of us. After the amazing orgasm he gave me last night, I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me. I don’t know if Draggar slept any, but when I woke up this morning, he was packed up and ready to go, only waiting long enough to check on my feet and for us to gulp down breakfast.
We’ve been walking up this narrow trail. It has a more noticeable rise to it, and as we continue up, I notice more and more boulders and ridges of rock scattered around. As we ascend, the trees have become shorter and the undergrowth doesn’t seem to be as thick, allowing me to get a glimpse of the horizon every so often.
The backs of my thighs burn as we continue to climb upward, but I push past the discomfort and keep walking. Soaking in the hot spring really helped, as did the care and mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of the big guy in front of me – and I find that even though I’m still sore and my feet ache, it’s not as bad as it was yesterday.
The rumble of thunder echoes in the distance in front of us, and not for the first time, I hope we manage to avoid the storm.
Draggar explained earlier that there’s a range of mountains that bisects the land along with many rivers and streams. By following this trail, we can bypass most of the rivers and streams that are probably swollen from the storm, but unfortunately, it’s nearly all uphill until we crest the rise. Tomorrow should be easier with most of our journey being downhill.
He explained the Tussoll rarely venture into the foothills of the mountains, and especially not into the mountains themselves. Which means the route we’re taking will hopefully avoid them, and I feel myself relaxing a little more. Draggar is more relaxed and talkative, now, pointing out various plants and animals and calling out their names to me.
So, up we go and onward towards his village.
At one point, the path we’ve been following grows steeper and cliffs rise on either side of us, leaving us exposed. He stops and picks me up in his arms, carrying me so that we can move at a much faster pace. His gaze is even more alert as he scans our surroundings looking for any possible threat until we leave that section. He offers to keep carrying me, but I shake my head and use hand motions to make it clear that I want to walk.
He seems to be in more of a hurry than he was before, but even so, he still shortens his stride so that I don’t fall behind and we stop frequently for breaks. He’s told me that we should arrive at his tribe’s village sometime tomorrow, and I’m a little nervous about meeting more aliens. What if they’re not kind like him?
I’ve tried to ask what is so important at his village, but he doesn’t seem to understand my question even when I use hand gestures to try to get my meaning across. I really wish there was a way for him to understand me. My want – no, my need – for us to be able to communicate completely, for all our conversations to not just be one-sided surprises me. I don’t know why it matters so much, but it does.
I focus on repeating the words of things we pass along the way using hand gestures to help communicate with him. Draggar and I exchange the words in both English and his more guttural language which I learn is called Laedirich.
The big blue flowers are called marca, and they apparently produce sweet nectar that Draggar’s tribe harvests. I learn the weird looking parrot-flamingo birds are called psittas and the dinos that attacked and chased us through the jungle are tiniios, pronounced like tiny-ohs. When he told me that last one, I chuckled at the irony because they’re definitely not tiny at all.
The sky has already begun to darken when I notice his elf ears doing that twitching thing again. A tingle of alarm causes me to stumble before I remind myself that he has gone above and beyond to protect me so far and I know I can trust him.
Earlier in the afternoon, one of the pterodactyl-like things flew overhead, the dark shadow of its body just visible above the trees, but Draggar assured me we were safe from what he called an anuroi and he was right. The giant bird didn’t even notice us. This may be a dangerous planet, but his confidence and that aura of safety that follows him around makes it seem almost like a pleasant stroll.
As we round the bend of the narrow trail we’re on, I notice the vegetation on either side has become less dense and I see a large cave opening in front of me. Laedirissae is apparently dotted with more caves than Earth has McDonald’s. Or would it be McDonald’ses?
This cave looks dark and imposing and it seems to stretch further back than the other ones we have used so far. It is part of a large black wall of rock that stretches into the sky with golden veins that run through the stone and sparkle in the fading sunlight.
Draggar draws his sword and gestures to me in a way that I know by now means he wants me to stay where I am so he can make his way inside the cave to check if it’s safe. He is gone only moments, but I can feel my heart pick up its pace as I worry about him being hurt again.
I only just met him a few days ago and he’s a freaking alien, but the thought of Draggar being hurt again – or even worse, dying makes my chest ache. I don’t think I could bear it if that happened.
But it doesn’t feel as if we’ve only just met. It feels like I’ve always known Draggar. Like he’s a part of me that has always been there, but I didn’t realize it until now. Sometimes, I swear I can almost feel his emotions. Like right now, there is a steady thrum of confidence flowing through me that I’m pretty sure isn’t coming from me.
But that’s crazy.
Whatever I have with Draggar is fun and I’ve enjoyed it – and I wouldn’t mind enjoying more, a lot more – but that is all it is. Just fun. I need to concentrate on getting back to my friends as soon as possible. Nothing else.
That’s what’s important right now. Nothing else matters. This doesn’t matter.
Even as that thought leaves my mind, a voice in my head whispers that it’s a lie. He does matter. More than I’m willing to admit.
Draggar exits the darkness of the cave and waves me over, and I release a breath that I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
“It is safe, but dark inside. If you would rather wait out here, it will not take me long to gather wood for a fire.” His warm steady voice reassures me and makes me smile. He really is such a sweet guy.
I use hand gestures to let him know I would like to help him gather wood, and he shoots me an encouraging grin and nods in agreement.
We spend the next several minutes gathering short sticks and limbs from the ground until it becomes hard for me to see in the gathering twilight. Draggar points out the different types of trees around us and which ones have the best wood for burning and create the least smoke, and I make mental notes in my head of everything he says.
At one point, he makes a noise when he spies a cluster of small white flowers at the edge of the jungle. Dropping his bundle of wood down on the ground, he quickly begins to dig through the thick layer of decaying leaves and then dirt, until he pulls out four narrow roots.
Dirt covers the roots, but he acts as if they are priceless artifacts as he holds them up with a flourish for me to see. “Casae tubers. They are most delicious when roasted in a fire. We will have them with our meal tonight.”
When we’re finished, in addition to the roots, Draggar has a large bundle of wood compared to my much smaller one, but his eyes shine with pride when we lock gazes.
It doesn’t take long before Draggar has a small fire built near the entrance of the cave, and the flickering orange flames cast a golden glow on the dark stone walls. I’m glad because this cave doesn’t have the glowing moss growing inside it. I try to do what I can to help by unrolling and smoothing out the pallet to sleep on and setting out the freshly refilled waterskin.
My stomach growls loudly, and Draggar chuckles softly. “We will eat soon, Haley.”
He has already washed off the casae tubers and buried them in the fire to roast, and now he gets out the leftover meat from our meal earlier in the day and sets the strips on a rock near the fire to warm. The aroma from the meat spreads through the cave making my mouth water. When they’re done, he piles the strips on one of the big leaf plates, and I grab one and bite into it. The not-bacon is still juicy and full of flavor with a nice char on the outside that adds a hint of smokiness.
After a while, the casae tubers are soft enough on the inside that Draggar deems them ready to eat. Using his dagger, he slices two of the tubers into bite-sized pieces and places them on a thick leaf for me.
The flesh is purple and steaming hot with a ring of darker crispy skin around it. After waiting for it to cool, I carefully pick up one of the slices and place it in my mouth. Flavor explodes over my tastebuds. The texture is smoother and creamier than a potato and the taste is nutty and almost buttery. I quickly pop another slice in my mouth and hum in delight.
“Good?” Draggar’s voice is a low rumble, and he watches me with a satisfied curl to his mouth as he takes his own share of the meal.
“Delicious,” I answer, savoring the buttery warmth of the casae slices and the comfort of his presence.
It’s been a long day, and we eat in companionable silence. I wash down my last bite of smokey meat with a gulp of water, and then I sit back on the rock where I’m perched and watch as Draggar finishes his meal.
Once he’s finished, he gets out the leather hide from his satchel and begins to fiddle with it. I want to ask him so many questions about what he’s doing, but instead I decide to settle back and enjoy the view.
It’s a homey scene, one that relaxes and soothes me, and I realize I’m really lucky to have met him. My belly is full of delicious food and fresh water. He has an amazingly talented tongue that gave me the most mind-numbing orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life. And I’m warm and safe.
With a pang of guilt, my thoughts turn to my friends, and I wonder how they’re doing. We estimated there was enough food and water for a few days before we would have to go out and look for more. Based on how many days have passed since I left the ship to go into the jungle to look for Zoe, they should be running out soon. Maybe in the next couple of days.
But since I’m not there should give them a little extra food and water, but not much. My mind shies away from acknowledging that Zoe may not be there, either. I want to believe that I was mistaken, and she didn’t go into the jungle. After all, I never did see any more signs of her. We had all warned her not to wander off, and she had promised us she wouldn’t go near the jungle.
I want to believe so badly that she didn’t. That she’s not somewhere out there lost or even worse a meal for one of the predators that call this planet home. And I’ve decided that until I know otherwise, I’m going to try to be optimistic and believe that that is not the case.
Like my mom always said, “There’s no sense in borrowing trouble.”
So, I’m not going to borrow trouble. I am going to hope – no, believe – that Zoe is safe. But I’m also going to do everything I can to get back to my friends. Which means I’m going to have to convince Draggar to help us.
And I’m positive he will help us. Every interaction I’ve had with the big teal alien has only demonstrated that he’s an honorable and caring man. He may look like a hardened warrior with his muscles and weapons, but he’s a total softie.
He’ll help us. At least, I think he would if I could actually explain to him that we need help. If only he could understand me.
Before long, the warmth in the cave and the relaxed, cozy atmosphere begin to work on me and I let out a giant yawn that earns me a warm glance from Draggar.
He’s still sitting nearby working on his leather project, and while I would love a repeat of the orgasm he gave me earlier today, I don’t want to seem like a demanding hoe who only wants him to service me. I shake my head at that thought with a soft chuckle and tell him good night before heading to the sleeping pallet.
My last image before closing my eyes and slipping away to slumber is of Draggar bent over the piece of leather with what looks like a needle and thread. I want to laugh at the absurdity of an alien warrior sewing, but I’m too sleepy. Tomorrow, I can laugh about it.
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I wake up slowly and look around. The twin moons still cast a beam of light through the entrance to the cave and the small birds that I’ve come to learn are called liseks are calling softly to each other from the trees outside. Draggar said liseks only make noises like that in the morning, so I’m guessing it must be pretty early still.
My whole backside is warm and toasty, and I realize I’m cuddled up next to Draggar with my butt nestled against his groin. His very large, very hard groin.
He’s aroused, astoundingly so, and with a gasp, I give an experimental wriggle against the thick bar of flesh pressed against me.
Draggar lets out a sleepy groan and the arm that’s thrown around my waist tightens, pulling me closer.
Arousal immediately shoots through my body, and I grind my butt back against him. I hope he understands that I am totally okay with taking this further. A lot further. Like all the way. He may not be able to understand my words, but surely, he can understand this.
That’s when I feel Draggar bury his face against my neck and take a deep breath before swiping his rough tongue out to lick my skin.
Holy shit. That tongue.
A shiver runs down my body and I whimper in response. I swear, I dreamed about his tongue last night and the things he did to me with it. He trails his nose over my neck and around to my face, inhaling long drags of my scent like a predator on the prowl.
Before I can even utter a good morning to him, Draggar fastens his mouth onto mine, plunging his tongue deep inside. My head swims as the sheer intensity of our kiss threatens to consume me.
That same primal lust flows between us quickly growing the spark that flares between us into an blaze of want. Need. I once again wonder why everything feels so intense with him. It’s unlike any experience I’ve ever had before, and I’m worried I could become hooked on it.
On him.
My thoughts are disrupted as he presses me to my back and settles his heavy body over me. I can feel his cock nestled against my stomach, hard and throbbing with need, and I want so much to explore it. To explore him. To give him pleasure, too.
Fantasies of tearing away the loincloth that covers his erection flash through my head. Using my mouth on him, licking and sucking, and watching his eyes roll back into his head as I devour his cock until he erupts with an orgasm. I’ve never liked giving head, but this is different. Draggar is different.
Just the thought of making him come has turned me on so much that I can feel the slickness of arousal pooling between my thighs.
My hands have been gripping Draggar’s shoulders so tightly that my nails have dug into his flesh, but I move them down his body eager to make my fantasy a reality. My curiosity about what lies behind his loincloth knows no bounds. I have yet to see his dick, but I plan to very soon.
But before I can reach any further than the thick ridges that cover his hard abdomen, Draggar grabs my hands and gently places them on either side of my head, holding them firmly in place.
I shake my head and grumble in protest, but he pulls back for a moment to grin at me. His silver eyes have turned molten gold with arousal again and a twinkle of wickedness flashes in them. I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, to let me continue my exploration, but he doesn’t give me a chance.
He determinedly moves down my body, and I realize what his goal is only a split second before his mouth latches onto my pussy. Stars burst in front of my eyes and a sound I didn’t think I was capable of producing erupts from my mouth.
If I thought yesterday was amazing, it was nothing compared to today.
This amazing, sexy alien learned what I enjoy and how my body responds, and now, he’s using all of that knowledge to attack my sensitive flesh with unrelenting dedication. It feels like he’s trying to devour me whole, starting with my pussy, and I am completely okay with that.
He sucks my engorged clit in between his lips, his rough tongue rolling it around. A rumbling growl erupts from his mouth, and the vibrations send a bolt of lightning through me that shoots straight to my pussy. I’m panting, now, so loudly that it sounds like I’ve run a marathon, and my hands ball up into fists clutching desperately at the fur pallet beneath me.
Draggar groans and gently drags the edge of a fang against my clit, making me gasp aloud at the sensation. I shiver at the thought of his sharp fangs so near my delicate flesh, but it sends a zing of electricity that spreads from my clit all the way up to my chest. My folds are so wet now that arousal drips down and coats my upper thighs.
I can feel Draggar’s fingers move from where he’s been clutching my thigh to rub softly around my entrance, almost as if he’s asking for permission.
Permission granted.
“Please. Fuck me. Now.” I know I’m begging and he doesn’t understand what I’m saying, but it doesn’t matter right now. The only thing that matters is answering the out-of-control need scorching through me. I reach down and thread my fingers through his silky hair pulling him closer to my pussy making my need for him undeniable.
He glides a thick finger inside me, pumping in and out and exploring my depths. Meanwhile, his tongue swipes from my opening up to my clit in a slow lick that has me clenching my knees against his ears.
A second finger and then a third finger joins the other already inside me, and I can feel my pussy stretch a little to accommodate their thickness. I moan at the delightful feeling of fullness and cling to him as my inner walls clench around his digits.
I can only imagine how amazing his cock would feel if his fingers feel this good. With each pump and each lick of his tongue, I’m driven higher and higher. The pinnacle of my orgasm quickly looms closer with every touch from the magnificently talented man perched between my thighs.
After the orgasm I had yesterday, my body has been at a low simmer and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming. My back arches and I throw my head back as my body clenches and a mind-numbing orgasm crests over me.
Waves of pleasure wash over me. It’s the most intense orgasm I have ever had, and I’m honestly not sure if I will survive it. If I don’t, what a way to go. My muscles strain and I can feel my core clenching around Draggar’s fingers causing him to release a tortured moan.
I float in a fog of ecstasy as I come down from my orgasm to feel Draggar’s tongue softly licking my pussy, lapping up every drop of arousal as if he will die if he doesn’t. Who knows, maybe he will. Maybe the Laediriians survive by licking pussies. I grin at that thought. All I know is, I’m not complaining.
Laediriian women are the luckiest in the universe.