Текст книги "The Alien’s Bond"

Автор книги: Kira Quinn

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Darla and her lover slept straight through the night, waking with the sunrise refreshed, invigorated, and just a little bit sore. Sore, but in the best of ways.

Before departing, Heydar bent down and kissed her deeply, a rumbling passion connecting the two as their tongues danced with one another. But there were things to take care of, and potential danger still lurked, so he put aside his surging desire–despite the rapidly swelling bulge in his trousers–and headed out to check on the status of their prisoners.

The question of the morning was what, if anything new, had been uncovered of the Dohrag plans.

As for Darla, she took her time rousing from bed, savoring the delightful feeling of being properly fucked had left her. The runes had erased any actual pain, and no damage had been done. But the sheer strength of her orgasms had left her needing every minute of that rest. And now she needed food. Lots of it.

She took a quick shower in the general’s private facilities, then stepped out into the morning air. She had a spring in her step as she made her way to the communal breakfast area, and for the moment at least all was good in the world.

“Hey, Darla! Over here!” Shalia called out, waving for her to join her.

Darla piled up her plate high and made her way over to the table, tucking into her food with gusto.

“Hey, Shalia. You sleep well?”

“I did. At least, I was sleeping well,” she added with a chuckle.

“Wait, what happened?”

Shalia could barely contain her mirth, the cheer in her eyes clear as a grin crept onto her face. “So. Wow. You and the alien guy.”

Darla’s cheeks abruptly burned, her gaze darting to the other diners. “Shit. You heard that?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“We all heard that.”

“Oh, damn.”

“Uh-huh. All I know is it must’ve been damn good.”

Darla’s blush was replaced with a starry-eyed grin as she replayed the night’s festivities. “You have no idea.”

Shalia looked at the other aliens currently dining in the group. She’d been unsure about the males, given what the Raxxians and now the Dohrags had put her through, but Darla’s rather vocal experience had made her look at them in a new light. A curious one. If an alien could rock her world like that, maybe she could find one of her own.

“I’m so glad you decided to come back to the Oraku village with us. It may be low tech, but they’re good people.”

“After the Dohrags, I could really go for good right about now. But what about eventually getting home? I mean, yeah, we’ve got to worry about the here and now, but I’d still like to get back to Earth, you know?”

“Yeah, I know what you’re saying and I’m going to ask Heydar about that. I was thinking, once we return the others home, maybe we could use the captured ship to get to Earth. But I have a bad feeling it’s not up for the flight.”

“You think it’ll break down?”

Darla shook her head. “No, I just don’t think it’s an interstellar kind of spaceship.”

“You were only abducted a couple of weeks ago, and you’re an expert in spaceships now?”

“No, nothing like that. But I’ve seen enough sci-fi in my day, and, I mean, just look at the thing. It’s not all that robust. And it’s small, too. Not conducive for a long flight. And given its size, even though I don’t know fuck all about alien engines, I don’t think it has faster-than-light capabilities. Hell, I seriously doubt it has enough power to even travel all the way to Earth. At least, not in our lifetimes, anyway.”

“I could not help but overhear your conversation,” a voice that made Darla’s knees weak said. Heydar stepped into view and walked over to join them, Kuxx following close behind. “The shuttle is indeed lacking the equipment required to reach your home world.”

“You heard that?” Shalia asked. “You weren’t anywhere near us.”

Heydar tapped the tattoo behind his ear. “I have a particularly good set of runes,” he replied with a friendly grin, leaning down and giving Darla a tender kiss.

Wow, and he’s not afraid of PDA, she marveled. This just gets better and better.

“In any case, there are no interstellar drive systems on the vessel. It is merely a transport shuttle, designed to make short hops from an orbiting craft to the surface. The Dohrags use it to build up the frozen storage aboard their orbiting platform.”

“You’re sure of that?”

“Believe me, we extracted all of the relevant information possible from our prisoners,” Kuxx stated matter-of-factly. “They did not hold any information back.”

Shalia didn’t want to ask what methods had been employed to achieve such certainty.

“Did your guys find out anything interesting?” Darla asked.

Kuxx nodded, a satisfied grin forming on his lips. “Just that the Dohrags have been using this world as a supply depot of sorts. Larger interstellar craft stop over periodically to resupply but only the stationary transit hub in geosynchronous orbit remains. It will be several months before the next arrives.”

“That’s a lot of information.”

“It gets better. The transit hub is sparsely crewed, and nearly all the guards were stationed on the surface.”

“Meaning even if another ship were to come down, it wouldn’t be a tactical assault group,” Heydar added. “We are safe. At least, until the next of their ships arrives to resupply. But therein lies another interesting possibility.”

“Oh?” Darla wondered.

“Those ships are capable of traveling across star systems. All we would need to do is capture one.”

Darla’s head spun. Here she had accepted that she would likely be stuck on this planet for the rest of her days. And after the interesting turn things had taken, she wasn’t entirely certain that would be a bad thing.

But Shalia and the other humans would want to get home. And this might actually provide the means for it. But Shalia had other worries on her mind.

“What if a Dohrag ships comes sooner than expected? Won’t they realize what happened here and hunt us down?” she asked.

Heydar shook his head. “There are a great many other races spread across this world, as well as many visiting ones. All of them grant one another peaceful passage to and from this planet. None wishes to start a prolonged conflict.”

“But we took their shuttle. Killed their guards,” Shalia noted.

“Yes, but all of the races who use this world for its resources rely on this place as a resupply waypoint, as well as an inhabitable world upon which to provide their crews with much needed shore leave. None would wish to upset the morale of their crews. And in the case of the Dohrags, the cost of this team of guards would be a price they would willingly pay,” Heydar said. “Not to mention, if, for some reason, they were to be foolish enough to attack any of the others utilizing this planet, that would risk inviting all of the others to join forces in retaliation in order to keep this a neutral world. At least, on the surface appearance, anyway.”

“They do take slaves,” Shalia said. “Case in point.”

“Yes, but they do so with stealth, and only those they can capture without notice.”

The human looked at Darla’s lover curiously. “How exactly is it that you know so much about all of this?” she asked. “You crashed here with the rest of us, but you seem to have quite the grasp of the Dohrags and the rest.”

Kuxx stepped forward, his sense of honor inflamed. “What are you saying about Heydar? He is the reason we are all free.”

“Yeah, I know, and I’m grateful. But it just seems odd, is all.”

Kuxx pointed to a tattoo on Heydar’s shoulder. It wasn’t a rune, but rather a complex series of swooping lines, intersecting and flowing into a unique shape.

“Do you know what this is?” Kuxx asked her.

“Please, do not do this,” Heydar said.

“It is the high leadership mark of the Nimenni,” Kuxx continued, undaunted. “And only those who have successfully commanded many battle campaigns could ever dream of achieving such a rank.”

“Kuxx, please, enough,” Heydar said, but his loyal new friend had said enough.

The human women were equally surprised, sharing a look of both shock and curiosity. A high-ranking leader? And in battle, no less? What exactly was Heydar? Clearly more than he had let on. A warrior, no doubt, but was he some sort of general? Whatever the answer, it now seemed clear why so many were willing to follow his reluctant lead.

He glanced over at Darla, a pained look in his eye. This was not a part of him he wanted her to know. But to his surprise, she held his gaze. Held it lovingly and with no sign of remorse or disgust, but rather with caring and a healthy dose of lust. For the first time in longer than he could remember, Heydar actually felt at ease.

As for Darla, she realized that not only was this man more than she could ever have hoped for, but he was even more than that, if possible.

Damn, Dar. You really did score, she told herself, already craving his touch even more, if that was possible.

Kuxx and Shalia looked at the couple then at one another, each of them reaching the same conclusion at the same instant.

“We really should begin repatriating those released,” Kuxx said. “I am familiar with piloting Dohrag craft.”

“Then we should set to it,” Heydar agreed.

“Hey, listen, you guys go on ahead,” Shalia said. “You’ve already done so much, and it’s going to be a lot of work returning the freed captives to their people. I’ll stay here and help out while you two head back to the village. I can just have Kuxx drop me off when they’re all done making their runs.”

“Don’t be silly, we can wait for you,” Darla objected. “The others take priority, of course, but we can wait.”

Kuxx flashed his human counterpart a quick look.

“No, really, it’s okay,” Shalia said, leaning in close to Darla’s ear. “Besides,” she whispered, “we want to leave you two free to enjoy some quality alone time.”

Darla blushed, but only a little this time. Her shame had been replaced with the very hot idea of forest sex that her friend had put in her head. Shalia saw the thought register and somehow managed to keep her mirth in check.

“Okay, then, it’s settled,” she said with a conspiratorial wink. “I’ll see you back there in a bit. Enjoy the hike, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

The opportunity to retrace their steps at a more leisurely pace was a surprisingly welcome change of plans for Darla and Heydar. Already knowing the route and the potential pitfalls was an added bonus. Merrily walking hand in hand for a spell wasn’t bad either.

There was still the potential threat of the Raxxians returning to search out the wreckage of their ship, but an approaching landing craft would be easy for them to spot, and evasion would not be a problem.

As for the other crashed sections, Kuxx and Shalia would be making survey runs as best they could while returning the freed Dohrag captives to their rightful homes. That meant that, for the moment at least, they were free to let their guard down a bit and enjoy the moment.

Darla had no problem keeping pace with Heydar now that her runes were nearly fully settled and providing her with abundant endurance and strength to spare. The rocky climbs and descents, as well as crossing over wildly uneven terrain barely fazed her on the return trip.

It was warm out, but not uncomfortably. Even so, Darla felt no hesitation peeling off her top as the sun traveled high in the sky. The fresh air felt amazing on her bare skin, and seeing Heydar’s trousers bulge at the sight of her exposed flesh was one hell of an ego boost.

They trekked out of the direct sunlight and under the cover of a copse of trees that stretched on for a good distance ahead of them. It was cooler there, but Darla’s top remained off. Heydar shed his as well, his radiant skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from their labors.

Darla felt her body react viscerally to the mere sight of him exposed like that, her pulse rising slightly and her nipples hardening at the fresh memory of his hands on her, their bodies pressed together. Hard.

“Let us pause for a moment,” Heydar said, pulling the water skin free and offering it to his lover. Darla accepted, drinking deep, before handing it back to him.

Always the gentleman, she mused. Except when it’s time not to be, she added with a faraway grin.

Heydar drank his fill then tightly capped the skin, his violet and gold eyes locking on hers as a droplet of water trickled from the corner of his lips, his gaze flaring with unbridled desire. Darla’s runes began to tingle. Not the itching of healing ink, but something else.

Heydar stepped closer and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to taste her damp mouth with an audible groan of pleasure. He pulled back, staring at her with such a deeply intimate look it made her heart skip a beat.

“You have become quite strong,” he said, reaching out and gently caressing her bare skin, tracing the lines inked on her body in a way that made her very essence feel aflame. “And you are developing your own runes,” he noted, not nearly as surprised as she thought he would be. “Only the most powerful have ever been known to do this, and even then, it is a most rare event.”

“You’re saying I’m strong? I mean, like, my power is going to be strong?”

“Incredibly. You have connected with the pigment more than I had ever imagined a human capable of.”

“Wild,” she said, her pulse rising as his fingers continued tracing their way around her body, lingering on her breasts, barely brushing her straining nipples, sending electric jolts to her clit.

A painfully sexy smile creased his lips as he watched her react to his touch. His fingers slid to the dark ink on her clavicle, lingering there with unspoken intent.

“This also means your pigment is very nearly settled. Soon you will develop your final Infala rune.”

Darla’s stomach tightened a little at his words. The Infala rune. The powered symbol that would draw her close and bind her to her mate. It was a little overwhelming if she was honest with herself.

She hadn’t really placed much credence in the whole magical rune thing when she first received her ink. It was something she had to do to fit in with her rescuers, so she simply accepted it as such. But as she saw the power the living pigment endowed her the more she came to believe that maybe, just maybe, the tales were true.

Perhaps a human female really could be bonded to her lover just like they’d described.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the pair of warm, large hands now cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until her juices began to flow and her knees felt weak. She felt her labia slicken with desire, swelling in anticipation, her clit throbbing with her every heartbeat.

Heydar’s erection was clear through the fabric barely containing it. A fire flared in his eyes and a moment later it was freed, springing up in the open air, fully engorged and hard as a steel rod. The ridges were pulsating, raised and radiating heat. His lids drooped slightly with lust, matching Darla’s wanting gaze.

Without a word his grip shifted, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around. A warm hand pressed firmly against her back, bending her over until her hands rested on the nearest tree.

Darla’s stance widened, opening herself for the massive cock she felt slide across her ass as it moved almost with a mind of its own, seeking the welcoming warmth of the place it so desperately wanted to call home.

Heydar’s hands grabbed each of her ass cheeks and pulled firmly, spreading her even wider as she felt the head of his cock slip into her as if it had always been meant to be there. It was so perfect. So right. So fucking hot.

He slid one hand to her hips, the other to her shoulders, and pressed forward, hard.

“Oh, God! Yes!” she gasped as he pushed into her.

Heydar was near mad with want, driving into her, each ridge of his cock making her entire body shake as it forced its way into her waiting pussy. He hadn’t taken it slow, gently teasing her until she could take no more. Not this time. This was pure, animalistic need.

She was wet, but even so his girthy length made ripples of the most exquisitely painful pleasure course through her body. He thrust deep, giving her his entire length in long strokes, each one easier to take than the last as her juices coated him all the way down his shaft.

The wet smacking against her ass rang out like a clap of thunder, growing faster and more intense as their bodies fell into a delicious rhythm. His balls swung forward, slapping against her clit with every stroke, making her entire body shake.

Darla cried out in pleasure as the first of what promised to be many orgasms rocked through her from head to toe.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!” she groaned, her fingers digging hard into the tree, the bark cracking under the pressure of her rune-strengthened grip.

Heydar’s cock swelled with excitement as he felt her climax on his length, driving even harder. His right hand stayed on her hips, but his left shifted from her shoulder, sliding up the base of her head and grabbing ahold of her hair, pulling her back into him hard to match every thrust.

“Incredible,” he managed to growl, the word barely forming through his clenched teeth. “It has never been like this.”

“Don’t stop!” she grunted, incapable of more coherent speech.

Heydar’s hand pulled her head back and to the side, taking her, owning her with every quickening thrust. He leaned forward and latched his mouth to her shoulder, biting her as the hand on her hips coiled around her like a powerful serpent, wrapping her up tight as he cupped her breast, pulling her hard against him.

The shift in position drove his cock right into her G-Spot even more, his balls slapping her clit simultaneously. Another sensation flooded through her. New, different, and intense. A surge of tingling nerve endings pulsed, shooting pleasure through her back door.

The rune on Heydar’s pelvis was hard at work, churning with activity, reading her body and reacting, every impact against her ass sending sensation to her asshole. She’d tried anal before and had found she could take or leave it, but this was different. The sensation was pure sexual ecstasy teasing every nerve ending every time the rune pressed up against her.

The trio of sensations, clitoral, vaginal, and anal, was just too much for Darla, driving her over the edge in a combination of massive orgasms, her clit shooting electric bursts of warm joy through her body while her pussy quivered and clamped down hard on his manhood.

Heydar couldn’t hold back any longer, a gush of hot cum shooting up inside her as his cock jerked and twitched as the orgasm rolled through his body. As he came, his arms squeezed her so tight, but the new runes on her body made her stronger, tougher. There was no injury here. No pain. Only pure, unbridled bliss.

Darla’s orgasms layered on top of each other, building higher and higher until she cried out loud enough to send the nearby animals running, clenching so hard she actually forced his cock out just as another climax rocked her lover as well, sending his hot geyser of cum spraying across her ass and up her back.

The sensation was too much, too intense. Darla was blacking out, her mind and body in another world. She tried to hold onto the tree, but her fingers were like wet noodles. But rather than falling, she felt Heydar’s powerful arms encircling her body, holding her tight against him as she twitched and jerked uncontrollably.

“I have you, Malaika,” he purred in her ear, even the low rumble of his voice and the heat of his breath on her over-sensitive skin sending her into yet another delicious orgasm.

How long he held her, she wasn’t sure, but when she finally felt her disembodied self floating back into her body and gradually regaining control of her limbs, she forced open her sweat-drenched eyelids to find him staring at her with such a gaze it threatened to make her entire heart melt.

“You…”

“Shh, regain your strength,” he said quietly, a wicked gleam flaring in his eye and a devious grin blessing his delicious lips. “You will need it again, and soon.”

Eventually, the pair donned enough of their clothing to make the trek to the nearest stream they had crossed when heading the other direction. There they stripped completely, submerging in the clear waters then moving to a shallower, thigh-deep portion, taking their sweet time washing each other clean.

Or, at least that was the intention. But once their hands were upon one another their passions flared again. Heydar, amazingly, was rock hard in an instant, and despite all the orgasms that had just rocked her body, Darla was once again wetter than any stream could manage.

Heydar wrapped his hands under her ass and effortlessly lifted her up, lowering her straining pussy onto his waiting cock.

“Mine,” she whispered, her voice quavering as he raised and lowered her with his enormous hands, his muscles flexing under the greedy touch of her roaming fingertips. “All mine.”

His mouth met hers in response, mashing into it hard, their tongues caressing one another as their passion grew, savoring every inch of his length sliding in and out as they stood in the stream.

Their tempo increased as did their grunts of pleasure, the cool water the only thing keeping them from absolutely dripping in sweat. As it was, the exertion still drew a fair amount from the both of them regardless.

Heydar waded to shallower water, never once slowing his thrusts as Darla’s wetness flowed down his engorged cock, leaving him slick with her down to his thighs. She had hit her groove. The perfect spot where her orgasm was building and building until it would crest, crashing over her.

Unlike the humans she had been with in the past, this man kept perfect tempo, not speeding up or slowing down, allowing her to climb that hill to a blinding climax. And when the orgasm finally hit, all bets were off.

They threw restraint to the wind and fucked like animals, primal, violent, and out of control, unable to get enough of each other as climax after climax rushed through them both until they finally collapsed in an out of breath heap on the shoreline.

Heydar ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her tenderly on her forehead as it rested on his chest. They lay there like that a long while until, finally, they roused themselves from their sex-induced stupor.

They walked hand in hand most of the rest of the day, taking their time and reveling in their post-coital cheer. Darla’s mind was reeling. Here she was, a human hoping to find her way home. But suddenly, she really wasn’t sure if she even wanted that. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she was sure she was happy right where she was.

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