Chapter 28
The sky was filled with vorpyr as we flew toward the gathering and hunting grounds.
Eventually the hunters would split off and head toward the mountains, but for now we all flew together.
The other two humans were settled into a massive basket that hung suspended by three vorpyr and held both gear for the week or two we’d be gone, with enough room left for a portion of the food.
Several other similar baskets dotted the landscape.
I refused to let Jacqueline be carried in a basket and had her wrapped in my arms. She’d been stiff at first, but now she curiously looked around, eyes sharp, cataloging everything with that beautiful mind of hers.
Some vorpyr flew close and gave us curious looks. Whether that was because I was gathering instead of hunting or because I had a human bundled in my arms was anyone’s guess.
“Vorpyr have incredible stamina.” she commented after hours of flying.
I pressed my lips close to her ear, “when your body is ready again you’ll get to experience that stamina up close and personal.”
She shivered and shifted her hips against me before she laughed it off and playfully smacked my shoulder. A sharp smile crossed my face at her reaction. I’d never taken such delight in a female before. Jacqueline was something else.
“Tell me about how you came to be a Vorazyr. Is there an election, or is it by birth?”
“The only way for someone to become a Vorazyr is to fight and compete for his place. Usually children of the current Vorazyr are trained from a young age how to win the competition, so the title stays within a family until someone strong enough comes in and defeats them for the position. In my case, there was only one challenger because everyone knew I’d been trained well by my father like he was by his, and it would be nearly impossible to defeat me.
My brother went to another territory and took the title from an unworthy Vorazyr. ”
“And you stayed here, where you grew up?”
“Yes, my family has ruled here for a long time.”
She became quiet when a rattle passed through the mass of vorpyrren.
“The ones in front have spotted the gyksh.” I said.
It wasn’t long before we landed and set up a temporary village. Jacqueline and the other two dove into the work without being asked, helping to set up. Technology made it a quick process. Then everyone went out to gather.
When I showed Jacqueline what we were gathering, she peered close.
“How interesting. The closest thing I can think of that looks like them are oysters.” I twitched an eyebrow.
What a strange word. Oysters. “These are unfertilized, like eggs from birds, right?” she murmured to herself as she touched one and looked it over.
“I am not sure what a bird is, but they cannot be fertilized in the way a male does to a female to create life. They are simply weight left behind by the gyksh before they take flight and travel great distances.”
She frowned. “Like…poop?”
I snorted and tossed my head back, a rumble of laughter shaking me. She grinned in response.
“Not at all. That is a different function.” I continued to chuckle.
“Vorpyr animals are strange.”
We got down to business, fanning across the valley with baskets that we placed the food into.
“Do you ever regret choosing to rule the territory of your ancestors instead of moving to a location that’s less dangerous?” She stooped down and scooped up the gyksh leavings.
The question surprised me and I took my time answering.
“Ultimately, no. There were times when I was younger that I resented Luuciyn for getting to experience somewhere new, but I’m proud of continuing my family’s legacy here.
They defended this territory when the ‘Gak attacked all those decades ago.”
“At some point you’ll have to tell me more about that time in your history. Do you gather like this every year?” She gave me a narrow-eyed look that told me she knew I didn’t.
There was no reason to be dishonest. “I typically hunt.”
“Why not do that, then?”
I sensed everything around us and my claws flashed out as I scooped up an alakh from the grass.
“Don’t hurt it.” she said quickly, gaze pinned on the tiny, blue furred animal that I held in my hand. Its huge ears and yellow nose twitched.
“That is why.” I said quietly, meeting her gaze. Her rosy lips parted as she gazed at me with what I thought was affection. I placed the animal back in the grass and it disappeared in a blink.
“Thank you. You forewent hunting in place of something I would appreciate doing, and you were kind to that little thing. It reminded me of a bunny that I raised in high school. So cuddly.”
I smiled. “They make good pets if caught as babies. Would you like one?”
With a laugh she shook her head, a human indication of no. “I appreciate your offer, but I don’t want a pet.”
“What about children?” As soon as the words passed my lips, I wished I could take them back. But I couldn’t, so I might as well forge ahead. Except now, she was frozen with a shocked expression on her face.
“Is that possible?” she whispered.
I realized she meant from our coupling. My cock grew hard as the sight of her spread before me, crying out her pleasure, paraded through my mind.
“I don’t know. I don’t believe anyone of our species has mated before. Do you not want them?” The thought made me unhappy. She would make an excellent mother and raise intelligent children.
“I guess if I was in a good place in my life, I would consider it.” She rubbed a hand over her forehead. “Can we please change the subject?” Her cheeks were flushed.
I tilted my head and studied her, but she turned her back to me and busied herself with gathering. I would find out why she reacted that way later. For now, I was content to spend the day with her. I smiled to myself. And unbeknownst to her, we would be spending the night together as well.
It had been a full day. Vorpyr ate a great deal, so it made sense the baskets that were as large as a whale needed to be filled as much as possible before returning.
Arrazyl told me that there were storms that moved through the territory and kept everyone in his city mostly inside, so they made sure they had extra food, especially the delectable gyksh layings and hykh meat.
Jaron and Tatiana were each off on their own adventures.
Thyra hadn’t come, but another vorpyr had taken Jaron under his wing and was showing him the ropes.
The area was dotted with domed, small one or two vorpyr tents, though they were of no material I knew about and seemed to be soundproof.
In stark contrast, fires were lit and food was cooking over them.
The vorpyr had taken advantage of the best of technology while still holding onto their roots. It was admirable.
The only problem… “where is my tent?” I stood with hands on my hips. I’d help set up many tents, and I saw the ones that belonged to Jaron and Tatiana, but all the others around were occupied.
I felt his presence before I saw him.
“You look like a little lost alakh.” Arrazyl said lazily.
“I am not blue, nor do I have fur. But I am lost. I can’t find my tent.”
“Oh my.” he said sardonically, making me suspicious. “I know where it is. I’ll show you.”
I followed him past tents and campfires. Wherever I was sleeping, it was on the outskirts of the entire encampment. “I don’t know if I…” I quit talking when he stopped in front of a tent that was away from and much larger than the others. “…should be all the way over here. Why are we at your tent?”
He opened it and gestured for me to go in. “Your tent didn’t get set up. Luckily, mine has plenty of room.” His voice was low and gravelly, inviting.
I almost rolled my eyes even as my heart flipped in excitement. “You’re not fooling anyone, Vorazyr.”
He reached out a wing and pressed against my back. I didn’t need more encouragement and stepped inside. I laughed. “You have a bed?”
“What, did you expect me to sleep on the floor?”
I turned to him and slid my hands up his arms. “No, I suppose not.”
He dipped his lips to mine as I leisurely explored him with my hands, caressing and teasing.
He growled when I touched his length through his pants and pressed his hips forward into my hand.
I rubbed and this time he groaned into my mouth, his grip on me tightening.
“I need you. Now.” He pulled back enough for us to help each other out of our clothes.
I reached for him, but he whirled me around so my back pressed against his chest.
Walking me to the bed, he lifted my leg to place my foot against the mattress, giving him more access to my body.
I bit my lip as he stroked and pinched my clit, preparing me to accommodate his thick cock.
I rocked against him and he pressed the head of his cock against my opening, pushing in carefully.
There was resistance at first, but when he finally pushed all the way into me, he groaned and moved slowly, letting me adjust to him. “You’re perfect.”
I arched and swiveled my hips, trying to give him more access, needing to allow him in, hungry for the burn he created inside of me.
He began to move in earnest. Every powerful thrust lifted me off the floor, my breasts bouncing wildly, and I cried out each time we came together.
The lewd sounds of mating, our flesh coming together and our cries and growls, filled the tent and made even more liquid heat slick my walls.
“Arrazyl!” I gasped, every muscle tightening, my nerves on fire as a kaleidoscope of colors danced in my vision.
“Say my name, tell me how you need my cock, how much you like me spreading you to your limits,” he growled in my ear. I resisted his demand, but when he pinched my nipple and clit at the same time I screamed out my released as I shattered around him. “Say it!” he demanded.
“I need you inside me. Arrazyl.” I cried out his name as my body clenched and another wave of pleasure threatened to pull me under.
The slapping of flesh as he pumped into me hard was my reward, and heat built again.
My clit pulsed with each deep thrust and he reached down to play with it, causing me pure bliss.
My eyes closed and my head dropped back against him as I luxuriated in the sensations he created by pumping into me mercilessly while gently caressing and rolling my clit.
“I can’t, I can’t…” I moaned, coming down from another orgasm only for another to threaten to overwhelm me. It was too much. I was consumed by the male behind me, my entire body lit on fire by his touch.
He nipped my neck, my ear, flicking his tongue along the sensitive shell.
“You’re so wet. You like it when I fuck you, when you have to surrender to me, don’t you?
I’ll teach you to take me all night and into the morning.
You’ll be so thoroughly fucked you won’t get out of bed for days.
” I shuddered against him, my body responding to his vulgar words, his arms caging me as he continued his intense thrusting.
When I thought I would go limp, he finally came, growling low and deep.
His come was hot inside me and I moaned.
I collapsed forward onto the bed and with his cock swelling inside of me, clamping us together, he followed me immediately, chest resting against my back, his legs tangled with mine.
Several deep breaths later and I looked toward the closed entrance in realization. “We were so loud.” Horror filled me. The entire camp would have heard us.
“Shh,” he soothed. “The portable home is soundproof.”
Thankful, I allowed myself to relax and closed my eyes.