Текст книги "The Alien’s Bond"

Автор книги: Kira Quinn

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A gush of warmth unexpectedly sprayed across Darla’s back. Her body reacted of its own accord, her own heat rising in response. A musky, somewhat sweet scent reached her nose as a pair of massive hands began spreading the fluid across her skin.

Oh. Massage oil, she realized as the long strokes rubbed the substance over her body. Between the oil’s scent and the heat coming off from her impromptu masseuse’s hands, Darla felt just about ready to melt into the table. That, or something else.

“You are too tense,” Heydar said, spreading the oil from her back to the lengths of her arms all the way to her fingertips. “For the pigment to properly bind, your body must be completely at ease and as welcoming as your skin.”

“It’s been a tough couple of days,” she said, groaning as he rubbed a sore spot between her shoulders.

Another gush of warmth, this time on her ass. The heated oil flowed down the curves of her cheeks, trickling to her thighs and, quite pleasantly, down her crack, lubricating the folds of her labia with the tingly, refreshing substance.

Heydar’s hands worked their magic, spreading the oil down one leg all the way to the tips of her toes, then the other, stroking her tired muscles and working the oil into her skin as he did.

He grabbed her feet and squeezed, then slowly pressed his fingertips into her muscles as he slid them up her calves, lingering behind her knees for a moment before continuing up her thighs, his fingers splaying wide, those massive hands squeezing from the inside of her legs to the outside with ease.

Gliding higher still, Darla’s ass was pulled upward and kneaded as the alien moved his focus ever up, the tips of his fingers gentle on her sides while his thumbs and palms pressed harder up the middle of her back at the same time. It was unlike any sensation she had ever experienced, even at that Thai massage place she and Tammy had gone to a few times. This was on a whole other level.

Heydar rubbed all the way to her neck, pressing firmly just below her ears then sliding his hands down her arms until they slipped off her fingertips.

“Mmm. Nice,” Darla murmured. “Thank you.”

Heydar was moving but not touching her. She heard the rustling of fabric and raised her head to look. He was removing his shirt, his tattoos faintly pulsing along his skin. Was the massage making them do that?

“You are not nearly prepared,” he said, pouring more oil into his palms, his chest flexing in the most delicious way as he rubbed his hands together, coating them thoroughly. “You remain too much in your head. You need to release your mind. Let your body simply be. I will help show you the way. Place your head back down, and lay your belly flat,” he commanded, gently, but firmly.

Darla complied, positioning herself as he had directed.

“Now, close your eyes and breathe,” he said, his hands once again sharing their warmth with her skin.

He squeezed her shoulders, his fingers rippling with strength as they forced the knots to loosen and her blood to flow into them unobstructed. He worked there for a few minutes, his thumbs sliding upward toward the base of her skull as he did, loosening her neck and shoulders at the same time.

No ordinary man could manage the feat, but with his long, alien fingers, Heydar appeared to have a talent beyond human capability. Darla felt herself melting into the table as the tension released.

“Good. Go with it. Allow your body to relax.”

He slid his hands wider, cupping her shoulders, moving the muscles she hadn’t even realized were sore in ways that both hurt but also felt so good. A little moan escaped her lips as he slid down her arms, massaging her triceps and biceps, then passing down to her forearms and finally her hands.

Heydar spent some time on her hands, digging in deep, stretching her fingers and palms until her forearms tingled. She had always carried a lot of tension in her palms, and he had intuitively known just the right spots to press.

With a slow, sweeping movement, he slid back up her arms to her shoulders, then began working his way lower down her back, his fingers seeming to be drawn to every tense point on her body, finding them and working out their kinks without her needing to say a word. He was an attentive one, this strange alien, and very, very talented.

“Breathe,” he said quietly, leaning in close.

Darla felt the heat radiating off his chest as he drew near, the pressure from his hands pinning her to the table, stretching the muscles of her back in the most deliciously painful-good way while immobilizing her with his weight.

The warm glow in her belly had worked its way lower now. She was nude, and at this man’s mercy, but despite feeling his raw power Darla was strangely at ease. Vulnerable, but reveling in the sensation.

Heydar eased up the pressure, sliding his hands lower still, his palms gliding up the curves of her ass, his fingers kneading the muscles in a steady rhythm, working outward from the crack between her cheeks to her hips, all the tension from their trek releasing as her legs slowly let go, giving in to the feeling.

He rubbed and rubbed, the motions parting her as he did. She felt the wetness in the sensitive folds between her legs building as her lips slid against one another with every long stroke of his hands pulling her ass open.

She squirmed slightly, the sensation almost too much to stand.

“Relax and hold still,” he said, a hand sliding up to her lower back and pressing down firmly, controlling her body with ease.

Darla forced herself to comply, lying still as he told her to.

Pleased with her compliance, he continued, rubbing his hands lower now, his fingers digging into her inner thighs as the heels of his palms rubbed the backs of her legs. He squeezed and massaged, moving up and down her legs, slowly trailing to her calves and eventually her feet, pulling the tension from every muscle fiber.

Then, slowly, he worked his way back up, his hands cupping each leg, their massive size grabbing them from the inside to the outside in a single grip. He pressed upward with gentle pressure, making her muscles relax even further while her nerves felt aflame.

Heydar reached her upper thighs, his fingertips grazing her labia as he passed, moving up to her ass. It took everything Darla had not to jump at the sensation. His skin was so warm, and her every nerve ending was sensitive beyond belief.

He slid his hands to her hips, then, with as much effort as it might take to pick up a toddler, he lifted her up and flipped her onto her back, gently placing her where he wanted her. Darla tensed a little.

“Relax your body. I will move you.”

Even in the dim light, she could see the sheen of sweat that had spread across his chest and arms from the work he was putting in. Every line, every contour of his muscles was accentuated as he moved. She found herself unable to look away.

Heydar took a small towel and folded it, then rested it across her eyes.

“Allow your mind to let go. Be at one with your body.”

Her vision obscured, Darla really didn’t have any choice in the matter. But as he began massaging her again, this time from the fronts of her shoulders, she found this new experience to be quite thrilling. With no visual input she was forced to rely on sensation alone, and what sensations they were. The massage oil must have had some sort of stimulating properties, she was almost sure of it. And Heydar? His hands were talented beyond belief.

Strong fingers once more traced their way down her arms, her hands growing even more relaxed as he worked on them again. Heydar then worked back upward, his hands grazing the sides of her breasts as he moved. Darla’s nipples grew rock hard, tingling and straining outward, begging to be touched. The heat in her pussy was almost uncontrollable as she felt her labia swell and her clit pulsate with desire.

The alien did not alter his speed, continuing to move his hands over her body with the same precision. He was gentle with her breasts, careful not to hurt the tender flesh but also pressing his fingers into the muscles beneath, rubbing and loosening them in a circular motion.

His palms just barely grazed across her aching nipples and Darla felt a jolt of blissful electricity spread to her clit. Heydar pressed his hands to her chest, sliding them lower, his palm dragging over her nipples in an excruciatingly sexy way, tapering off to his fingers.

But that wasn’t all. His long fingers slid on either side of her nipples, gently pressing together as his hands moved lower on her torso. Darla almost thrashed her legs at that, the intensity of the sensation was so strong. But he had directed her to lie still, and she was going to do all she could to do as he said.

Her pulse was roaring in her veins, her body growing flush with heat. Muscular soreness was a thing of the past. She was in another place now, and Darla felt no pain. Heydar ran his fingers over her ribs, gently stroking her belly then back outward, slowly moving down her sides, lingering at her hips, rubbing out any lingering tension before transitioning to her thighs.

He squeezed her legs firmly and applied long strokes, pulling downward toward her feet. She felt tingles in her toes as the tension in her legs gave up any resistance to the alien’s skilled touch. Heydar trailed down to her shins, rubbing the muscles along either side before reaching her feet. Her arches, normally a bit ticklish, were greedy for his touch, relaxing as he rubbed all the way to her toes.

He moved back upward again, his hands once more cupping her legs as they did. Slowly he pressed up her shins, sliding past her knees, forcing blood flow upward in the process. Darla felt lightheaded, her pussy pulsing with need. She was so wet, just waiting for him to part her folds and let it flow out.

Heydar’s hands continued up her thighs, moving slowly, driving her crazy with anticipation. His fingertips slid along the crease in her groin, trailing up her labia with electric heat, when a finger brushed against her engorged clit.

Darla bucked on the table; she simply couldn’t help herself. She was so worked up and the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that she almost came from just that brief contact. She was aching with desire, almost begging for him to penetrate her. To take her and do whatever he wanted. The towel had fallen aside, and Darla could see the bulge that had formed in his trousers.

Heydar’s muscles flexed deliciously as he calmly moved his powerful hands outward over her pubis, rubbing gently through the line of manicured hair before resting on her hips. Abruptly he hoisted her into the air.

Up and over she went as he flipped her around once more, laying her down on the table, ass-up. She felt her juices dripping along her thighs and squirmed, pressing her legs together for a moment, savoring the sensation and anticipating something much, much better.

Heydar slid his fingertips along her back as he walked to the front of the table, his crotch now right in front of her face. She could see the ridges of his semi-erect cock through the fabric barely containing it and felt her pulse quicken. He crouched down and locked his gold-rimmed eyes with hers.

“Open your mouth.”

Obediently, she did as she was told, her mouth watering involuntarily.

“Bite down on this,” he said, slipping a leather strap into her mouth and fastening it behind her head. He then stood and moved around the table out of view. Her pussy throbbed, waiting for his length to slide into her with almost painful anticipation.

Wow, who knew he was so kinky, she thought. I can’t believe this. Am I really about to—

“Ouch!” she blurted as a sharp needle jabbed into the skin between her shoulders. A moment later the pain faded, replaced by a strange sensation. It felt like something was slowly moving, spreading a pleasant warmth through her skin. Then she was jabbed again, the process repeating.

She was being penetrated all right, but not in the way she had been hoping for.

“Your body accepts the pigment well,” Heydar said from behind her. “The process will go much faster for it, and you will heal quickly.”

He then set back to work, applying the strange, living pigment to her body.

Darla lay there, aroused even as the pain of his needles stung her, ass in the air, fully exposed. It was an incredibly odd situation, but after being abducted and dragged halfway across the galaxy, she supposed that was par for the course.

She spent the next several hours in that in-between state, turned on by his touch and intoxicating heat, then pulled back by his sharp needles. It was the most intensely strange edging she’d ever experienced.

Finally, Darla let go and heeded his words, relaxing into it as best she could as the curious alien hunk worked his magical hands in a much different way than she’d expected.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Heydar had worked on Darla for hours, the level of skill he possessed becoming more apparent as the designs took shape. The lines and runes were variants of the basic ones every person in the Dotharian Conglomerate received in their early years, only with Darla’s rapid healing reaction to the pigment’s power, he had been able to do a bit more than normal in one sitting.

On top of that, the Oraku had provided him with an absolute wealth of pigments to work with. Unlike the Raxxians who had only given him black ink of the lowest power, here there were over a dozen varieties at his disposal.

Normally, only lesser types were used on the young, but given Darla’s age, he decided to see how she reacted to the more powerful pigments. Heydar quickly learned that the strange human female took to the most potent of them the best.

It was an almost white shade, taken from a rare plant that had a propensity for drawing extreme power from a system’s sun. Most could only handle a few tiny accent lines of it, but Darla, it seemed, was able to accept a few runes in their entirety. Heydar had never seen anything like it.

Just as unsettling was the way his own pigment began to churn under his skin, reacting to her new markings as the ink took hold. He had never felt anything like it in all the times he had marked another person. There was something unusual about this woman. What that was, he was uncertain, but somehow, she made his tattoos feel alive.

He cocked his head slightly, pondering the strange little human lying before him, then pushed his curiosity aside and set back to work.

The different inks had obeyed his hand, flowing in long, graceful lines following the contours of her body, shifting in her skin according to the strength of their bonding in the process. Again, it was highly unusual, but the entire spectrum of pigments he used all reacted favorably, settling in and beginning to heal almost as soon as his needles left her skin.

The vast majority of the design was done in darker-hued pigments, as was the norm, and when he finally finished, wiping the little excess that had remained on the surface, Darla had been marked from her collarbones to her feet.

The lowest runes would give her additional endurance for long treks once the pigment had set permanently. Until then, however, it would likely be a bit uncomfortable as, more than other parts of her body, she used her feet constantly, even if only to walk across a room.

“Rest,” he said quietly when his task was complete, gently covering her with a light sheet as she drifted off to an exhausted sleep. He then gathered his tools, cleaned his workspace, and left her to rest and recover.

Darla didn’t know how long she’d slept, but the sun had settled low in the orange-tinged sky when she emerged from the yurt, moving slowly, her whole body a tapestry of new sensations. Some of them were good, some not so good, but all were different from any she had ever experienced.

Interestingly, her arousal, while tamped down by the repeated pricking by sharp needles, had nevertheless remained in place. It had dulled to a slow idle, but the ache in her groin was still there, craving release.

She walked toward the central dining area and took a seat on one of the benches. The smell of smoke and cooking food wafted to her nose, the aroma stronger than she remembered being able to detect.

Heydar had said parts of her would be enhanced, and they never knew for sure how the pigments would react, especially in an alien race like the human woman. Perhaps this was part of it. Perhaps she was a super smeller now. Thinking back to some of the nasty dive bars she’d run around in with her gal pals, Darla wondered if that might be such a good thing after all.

Tikanna and a far older woman were directing a group of young men in the preparations, their positions as elder females clearly affording them a fair amount of influence in the village. It really did seem the shortage of women here had fostered a matriarchal society where every woman’s value was paramount.

“We do not dine for some time,” a deep voice said from behind her, catching her unaware.

Darla turned around and watched Zepharos approach, his musculature clearly visible through the light tunic he had changed into since she’d last seen him. Then he had been laboring, carrying a table for Tikanna, but now he had cleaned up, and quite nicely at that.

His features were a bit more angular than a human’s, and of course he was well over six feet tall with pale green skin and those dazzling amber eyes. But from what she’d seen so far, his kind was remarkably similar to her own species.

“May I join you?”

“Of course,” Darla said, admiring the way he moved as he sat beside her. Smooth, yet powerful. The heat that had settled into a dim glow inside her flared slightly.

Zepharos was grinning at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling deliciously. Unlike her forced companion, this male seemed full of mirth and cheerful energy. That, and a healthy dose of masculine heat that radiated through his gaze and made the warmth in her belly flutter and spread.

“I see you are admiring our sunset.”

“The colors are amazing. And the air is so clear on your world. And the way it reflects off of the high clouds.”

“Yes, it is quite beautiful,” he agreed, “though it pales in comparison to your stunning complexion. Are all women of your world as lovely as you?”

Darla felt heat rise in her cheeks. “I’m just a normal person,” she objected.

“Nonsense. You are too hard on yourself,” he countered, stressing the word. “Encountering the likes of one such as you has been an unexpected pleasure.”

Oh yeah, he’s sure coming on strong, she thought, enjoying the attention, her body humming with growing interest.

“So, uh, what exactly do you all do around here?” she asked, regretting the question at once. Lame, Dar. What kind of stupid small talk is that?

He just smiled at her, unfazed. “I cannot speak for the others, but as for me, I find physical activities to be most stimulating.”

Zepharos held her gaze a long moment then rose to his feet. “I really should be going. I should shed these clothes for something more dinner appropriate.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I enjoy your company, Darla. My home is just over there. If you ever care to, I would be more than happy to offer you my hospitality.”

He walked away, slowly, turning and glancing back at her over his shoulder then continuing on his way.

“Making friends, I see,” the elderly woman said, walking to meet the newcomer.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“Zepharos is a fine specimen,” the woman said. “If I were younger… but those days have passed. I am Niala. You are obviously Darla, the offworld visitor.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“And you have caught someone’s eye already. Well done, girl. Zepharos clearly admires you. Why do you not pursue him?”

Darla was a little shocked by the woman’s frankness, but then she’d had some rather risqué conversations with her own grandmother. It was sometimes easy to forget, old women had seen and done a lot in their primes, and sometimes far kinkier things than anyone would expect. Darla chuckled to herself.

“Well? What’s stopping you?” Niala persisted.

“Space diseases, for one. And pregnancy. I didn’t think to bring condoms with on my abduction. And from what I’ve seen, they probably wouldn’t fit anyway.”

Niala looked at her funny. “I do not know what a condom is, but I do know that reproduction between diverse races cannot occur until the Infala has been formed, recognized, and the couple’s bond formed. And even then, it is not guaranteed.”

Darla did a double take. “Hang on. You’re saying that there’s no need for a pill or an IUD? And none of that nasty rubber chafing my lady bits?”

“I am unfamiliar with those things, but they do not sound pleasant.”

“I’ll say,” Darla replied, gears turning in her mind. “But there’s still the space cooties thing.”

Niala chuckled. “I do not know if that translated correctly, but if I understood you, the answer to your dilemma is that only those from the same species can become infected with any contagion. It is one of the functions of our runes, protecting our bodies from that sort of illness.”

“You’re telling me there’s no unwanted pregnancy, and sexually transmitted infections are limited to the same species?”

“Yes. But to be fair, nearly all illnesses of that nature have been eradicated across the systems, thanks in part to the Dotharian Conglomerate’s leadership.”

Darla’s mind was racing. This was news to her, and of the most interesting variety.

Safe, risk-free boot-knocking? Oh, the possibilities.

Niala saw the look on her face and grinned wide. “His residence is just around the corner there. The wooden one with the blue door.”

Darla was on her feet in a flash. “Thanks, Niala. I really appreciate it.”

“Have fun, girl,” she called after her. “You are only young once.”

Darla hurried around the corner at a fast walk. “There it is,” she said, the excitement in her growing. “Am I seriously doing this?” She forced her doubts aside and knocked on his door. “Hell yes, I am.”

Zepharos opened the door, shirtless and wearing a mischievous grin on his lips. “I had hoped to see you soon,” he said, stepping aside. “Please, come in.”

Darla passed through the doorway into the humble but remarkably clean home. It was small and primitive by most standards, but Zepharos did have some high-tech bits of gear spread about here and there. It seemed he was not quite so out of touch as the rest of his tribe appeared to be.

“Wow, this is a really nice—” Darla began to say when he abruptly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, mashing his lips to hers, his cock hard in his trousers, pressing against her.

His tongue darted forward, tickling hers, tasting her. Darla’s clit felt a rush of blood flow, tingling and throbbing as endorphins flooded her system so hard she couldn’t help but shimmy her thighs together, weak in the knees.

Then she felt something else.

Pain.

Her body had just been jabbed thousands of times, and while the tattoo pigment had soothed the discomfort to the point that she had almost forgotten about it, being grabbed hard and rough had proven a very painful reminder.

“Ow! Fuck!” she blurted.

Zepharos loosened his grip and stepped back. “Of course. How foolish of me. You will be tender until the pigments have activated fully and your body healed.”

“Thanks for understanding. I’m sorry about that. I really wanted—”

Zepharos spun her around and bent her over, pulling her bottoms down in one fluid motion, rubbing up against her from behind, only a thin layer of fabric keeping his cock restrained.

“This part is not tender,” he said huskily, pressing with his hips, his hand firm on her ass.

Darla was almost tempted to give it a go. Almost. But the pain in the rest of her body was still throbbing, and to be honest, while dominance games were fun and sexy as hell with someone she trusted, this wasn’t the way to start out with someone new, especially not a man from another planet.

She turned and pushed him back. “Hang on there, sport,” she said, pulling her bottoms up. “This is not the time.”

The bulge in his trousers was straining for freedom and his pupils were dilated with desire. But Zepharos managed to put his passion in check, taking a deep breath and stepping aside.

“Yes, yes. You should rest. There will be time for you and I later. Come, I will walk you to your accommodations.”

“I’ve got it,” she replied, opening the door and stepping outside. “I’ll see you later.”

With that she turned and walked away, the ache in her body fading by the second while the one between her legs persisted, as strong as ever.

She was tingling all over as she hurried to the tent she’d been given, her thighs brushing her engorged clit as she walked, driving her closer to the edge with every step. Darla pulled the flap aside and hurried in, securing it behind her before carefully lying down on her soft bedroll her hands immediately sliding between her legs.

Her clit was so sensitive she came almost immediately, the buildup and final release leaving her unable to feel her feet and seeing stars.

Holy shit, she gasped, then went for round two.

The second orgasm came quickly and was just as strong as the first, flooding her body with heat spreading from her core, making the world go dark as she bucked with pleasure. Finally, after how long she had no idea, she pulled her cum-slick fingers free, sinking deeper into her bed.

Just a little nap, she told herself, then faded into a shallow slumber.

She roused a few hours later and even made her way to dine with the others, but she soon after took her leave, citing her body’s need to heal as an excuse. Everyone present understood and wished her well.

In reality, while she did need to rest, she also felt an almost compulsive need to rub one out yet again. The orgasm surged through her body, making her limbs quiver.

Oh my God. How is it so good? Did these tattoos make my pussy magic?

Those were the last thoughts on her weary mind as she drifted off to a deep sleep.

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