Текст книги "Surviving Skarr"

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“Then do it,” she demands, her tone peevish.

I smirk, because her impatience makes my cocks want to extrude right out of my body. Already the bulge of them is pressing hard against my groin, demanding out, demanding that I seat myself deep inside her. Later. For now, I am enamored of her taste, of the little quivers her thighs make when I lick her, and I want more of this.

Who knew mind control could be so pleasant? All I want is more of this, more of the clench of Vivi’s legs tightening against my ears, of her breathless sounds, of the slick arousal that her body produces every time I tongue her. I toy with her clit, using the same motions she did, and then impulsively lean in and suck on the small bead of flesh.

“Oh,” she moans, her legs squeezing tight around me.

Aha. I feel as if I am unlocking all her secrets. I suck harder, tapping at her clit with my tongue, and she writhes against my mouth, making another choked sound. “Skarr, Skarr,” she pants. “Just like that. Oh, keep going.”

I groan at her excitement, my cocks extruding despite my best efforts to stay focused on her. The cold hits my shafts and I immediately press them into the furs, enjoying the pressure as I concentrate on sucking on my mate’s cunt.

To think, I have not even gotten to the ass-sucking and she is making such delightful, erotic sounds.

“More,” she pants, her voice rising as I continue to tease her. “More, more.”

I cannot possibly tongue any faster, though I try sucking harder. That elicits a squeal and a violent wriggle. “Ow! Not like that!”

I lift my head, grinding my cocks against the blankets. “Tell me how, then.”

“Mouth…fingers…” She tugs on my hair, trying to pull me back down. “Please…fast…I don’t want to lose my orgasm.”

It can be lost so easily? I’m displeased at the thought. I lower my head and redouble my efforts on her clit, teasing and swirling the skin around the bump of it with my frantic tongue. Her breathless cries tell me I’m going in the right direction, and then she starts to call for more once again. I tongue her harder and them remember that she mentioned fingers. Of course. I am a fool.

I skim a finger through her cleft and she whimpers, her thighs trembling. When I tease one at the entrance to her body, she arches to meet my touch. And when I sink it into her, she makes a muffled sound and then she is squeezing my finger tightly, her cunt fluttering with her body’s release.

Vivi tenses, a soft cry escaping her, and I groan, elated that I made my mate come. Her body shivers underneath mine as I continue to lap at her, because she tastes finer than anything I have ever had before. This is better than sparring, I decide. The victory is just as delightful as the battle. “Was I good at that?” I ask, pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh. “The best?”

“Amazing,” Vivi breathes, a note of wonder in her voice. “Definitely the best.”

Her praise makes my cocks jump in response and it is my turn to groan, scraping my teeth against her inner thigh. “I like it when you tell me I’m the best.”

“God, you are.” She sounds awed. “No one’s ever made me come so hard.”

I grind my cocks against the blankets again. “Tell me more. Tell me how good I am.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair. “You work your tongue like an absolute champion.”

Oh kef, I like hearing that. I gasp, reaching down to stroke my cocks at her words. Finally she is acknowledging that I am the mate worthy of her, and my spirit soaks it up like the sands soak up a gladiator’s blood.

“You made me come so hard. You paid attention to what I needed and gave me just that. And you sucked on my clit so good. You made me feel like you liked going down on me.”

“I did,” I groan, stroking my primary cock and then roughly dragging my hand over the secondary. “I love it. I want to do it again.”

“I want to touch you first,” she tells me.

I immediately jerk my hand away from my cocks before I am too far gone. “You do?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“If you are seeking to control my mind, know that it is already yours and I do not care,” I reassure her. “I am already gone and happily so.”

“Control your mind?” Vivi giggles, the sound so sweet and lovely that it makes me ache. “What if I said I like your mind?”

“I would say that with so many compliments, you are still dazzled by my tongue.”

She chuckles again and pulls the blankets back to regard me. Her face is flushed and she’s breathing hard, but she is lovely. More than lovely. She is perfect in every way, right down to the shy curve of her lips. “It’s a very fine tongue.”

I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut to concentrate. “If you keep complimenting me, I will come for certain.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“I didn’t say that.” I open one eye to regard her. “But if you want me to hold off, you must tone down the erotic compliments.”

She chuckles again and then pushes at my shoulders. “Want to wrestle instead, then?”

With my vulnerable cocks extruding? I most definitely do not. “Perhaps I just yield to you right now instead and we promise never to speak of my defeat.”

My human mate grins and pushes at me again. “Then get on your back so I can claim my victory over you.”

Such words should not sound nearly so erotic, especially since they hint that I have somehow lost a battle. Yet Vivi’s eyes are shining and her naked form presses to me and I cannot help but give her everything she wants. I roll onto my back in the furs, leaving my abdomen and cocks vulnerable and open. “Take what you want.”

She doesn’t even look down at my sprawled body. She just grins and puts a hand to my neck, leaning in to kiss me. I kiss her back, devouring her sweet mouth and loving the hungry stroke of her tongue against mine. Pleasuring Vivi has only made her more enthusiastic, it seems, and I note this as carefully as I would any opponent’s vulnerabilities. She nips at my lower lip and sucks on it, and I feel this all the way to my groin, gasping when her teeth score my skin.

“That’s better,” she whispers, and pulls the blankets over both of us, hiding my body away under a mountain of furs.

“You don’t want to look?”

“I do, but I don’t want any important bits freezing off.” Her fingers run over my chest and circle my nipple. “I figure I’ll look with my fingers until it gets a bit warmer.”

I want to protest because I shamelessly enjoy her gaze on my body…but the blankets are quite warm and the chill of this planet is never-ending. “Then touch me all you like.”

She tweaks my nipple with a little smile and leans in to kiss me again. I close my eyes, enjoying her mouth on mine…and my breath hitches when she scrapes her thumbnail over my nipple.

“Lower,” I murmur.

Vivi giggles. “You’re very demanding, you know that?”

“So is my mate. I learned it from her. She gives the throatiest little demands when I am between her thighs—” I tense as her hand slides down my belly, distracting me.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” she whispers, and then ever-so-lightly strokes her hand over the head of my primary cock.

As if there could be such a thing. Everything my Vivi does is deliberate and perfect, right down to her demands. I immediately push into her palm, wanting the friction of her hand against my skin. Even so, I am tense—I wait for her to find flaw with me, to point out that my cocks are nothing like a human cock and that it displeases her in some way. That she will run from me again.

I hold my breath as she silently explores me with gentle, light touches, tracing the head of my primary and then gliding down the shaft, only to pause at the base. “No balls?”

“What balls?”

She leans in and kisses my lower lip again. “Where your seed comes from.”

“It…comes from inside me, just like blood.” She wishes to have an anatomy lesson right now about something like that? When I am practically pulsing in her hand? “Why is this important?”

“It’s not. Hush.” She silences me with another kiss and her traveling fingers graze the base of my primary, then move to my secondary and slide along it, learning the shape and size. “You’re very big. The biggest I’ve seen.”

More flattery. Kef, she knows right where I am vulnerable. “Keep talking. I love your words.”

“We’ll have to make sure I’m good and wet before we have sex, because you’re so big. Both cocks are large.” She toys with the tip of my secondary and then pauses. “Where does this one go?”

“Eh?” It’s hard to concentrate when her hands are all over my cocks, sticky with my arousal and throbbing in time with the khui’s endless song.

“Where does this cock go?” she asks again.

“In your body…?”

“Yes, but where? Like…the back door?” At my puzzled look, she clarifies. “You know, the back? The anus?”

“I…thought that was for sucking? I am happy to drive into it, too, if you like.” Actually, the mental image of that is quite nice. “But I thought we might go with your cunt first. I’m eager to feel it.”

She presses her fingertips to my mouth and shakes her head. I kiss them, wanting her to put her hand back on my cocks again, but she continues to shake her head. “No, Skarr, I’m confused. Why do you have two cocks? What’s the purpose?” She taps my lip. “Pretend like I’m completely ignorant of ssethri anatomy, because I am. Do both cocks serve the same purpose?”

I nod, my eyes glazed. I want her to go back to touching me. “Same purpose.”

“Then why have two?”

“In…case one gets tired?”

She purses her lips, and the sight is so charming and yet erotic. It makes me imagine pushing a finger between her soft pink lips…and then later, something else. “So you don’t use them both at the same time?”

“No. Just one.”

“Do they both have to come?” She blinks down at me. “Before you’re satisfied?”

“It feels better when both are pleasured, but only one will carry my seed at a time. Is this…bad?” Is my body going to make her run away again?

Vivi kisses me again, fierce this time. “It is absolutely not bad. I’m just asking so I know what to expect. You’re my first ssethri.”

“You’re my first partner.”

Her eyes brighten with pleasure and she leans in and kisses me again, her tongue twining with mine. As we kiss, she slides her hand down my belly again, a sultry tease as she edges closer and closer to my cock. When she finally wraps her fingers around my primary again, I want to sigh with relief.

Instead, I pump my hips into her grip.

“Can I make you come?” she asks, ever so quiet. “Can I watch what happens?”

“I am yours, remember? You claimed victory over me.”

Her throaty chuckle makes my loins tighten. “So I did.” She traces a finger over the head of my cock in teasing circles. “Lie back and let me play with you, then.”

As if I want to leave this moment, ever. I am fully her creature, my mind controlled by her light touches and heady kisses. Vivi’s mouth is on me again, and then she takes me in her grasp and tugs. Her hand tightens as she begins a slow stroking rhythm, pulling on my cock similar to the way I work it when I jerk off, but far more gentle.

I think I can come like this anyhow. Just the fact that it is her hand makes me harder than anything. I rock my hips in time with her hand, my lips playing against hers. “Talk more. I like it when you talk.”

Her mouth curves in a sweet smile and she presses another kiss to my lips. “What kind of talk?”

“I like it when you are fierce and demanding.” Nothing gets me more aroused than seeing her fiery determination. If she snarled at me I might come in an instant.

To my surprise, she leans closer, not quite touching me, and then whispers even as her hand works my cock. “You’re not going to get my pussy until you earn it, Skarr.”

My breath hitches. Kef me.

“Just because resonance says we’re together doesn’t mean I have to just bend over and do whatever you say. If you want me as your mate, you have to show me that I’m your partner. You have to impress me.” Her words are firm. “That means hunting together and working together like equals. But since it’s cold outside, I’ll go easy on you. You’re going to let me play with your cocks—both of them. You’re going to let me work you until I’m done with you, and then you’re going to lick my pussy again.”

Oh kef, I’m going to come. I make a ragged noise, my hips jerking frantically.

“In fact,” my female says in a soft, low voice as she runs her hand over the head of my cock and teases the wetness beading there down my shaft. “I think we’re going to stay in this hut all day. I’m going to learn your body, and you’re going to learn mine, but we’re not going to fuck.”

I groan. “No?”

“No. You’ll know when I decide.”

“You…want to sit on my face?” I ask, breathless and utterly entranced. She’s magnificent like this.

“Maybe I will. You don’t get to decide it. I do.” And she bites my earlobe.

Everything explodes. My release boils over and I clutch her tight to me, growling as she works my primary cock. The climax rolls through me, sharper than it has ever been, and the khui in my chest sings so loud it drowns out everything else.

Her hand, wet with my release, moves to my secondary cock, and she begins to stroke it as well. There is no moment to catch my breath, no moment to recover, and within a matter of moments, I am boiling over anew, coming hard as she works and squeezes my cocks, milking every drop of my release. All the while, her naughty tongue does obscene things to my ear.

When my muscles finally uncoil, my spent cocks begin their slow retreat back into my body. She kisses me again, lingering on my lips. “Breakfast is almost ready. Hope you’re hungry.”

She says it so casually, as if she has not completely remade me in the last few moments. As if I am not, even now, struggling to catch my breath, to think coherently. All I can think about is a future with Vivi at my side.

Vivi touching me.

Vivi demanding I pleasure her as she rides my face.

I…might be the happiest gladiator alive.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

VIVI

All right, so two cocks isn’t as weird as I initially thought it would be. I’m a little embarrassed that drunken-me ran away the first time. Yes, he does have two cocks, but they both feel normal, the delicate skin over the hard shaft and a bulbous head, just like a regular cock. The only weird thing other than the number is that he doesn’t have balls to play with, but I figure two cocks would keep my hands full anyhow.

We clean up after breakfast, and I warm some water so we can wash. It cools down almost right away, and I hate to hand it over to Skarr. I’m still worried that the temperature here on this planet might be too much for him, but there’s nowhere else for us to go.

Strange that I’m thinking “us” now. Strange also that I don’t hate it.

Skarr pulls the slit in his groin carefully apart, pushing to have his cocks extrude again so he can clean them off. I watch him out of the corner of my eye, fascinated at the unusual workings of his body. His cocks are flushed a deeper shade of green than the rest of him, but they’re…rather pretty. They’re not insanely veiny or fat, just thick and smooth and pleasant, with no wrinkled nutsack dangling underneath. It actually looks…tidy. I decide I like it.

“If you keep watching me touch myself, I’m going to extrude all through the day,” he tells me in a low voice. “And then my magnificent cocks will shrivel off from the cold and you will be sad.”

I snort at that. “First of all, I wouldn’t let them get that cold. And second of all…we’re staying in all day, remember? So you can extrude all you want.”

He gives me a heated look and as I watch, one thick cock pushes out from his groin, followed swiftly by the second. “Now you’ve done it,” he mutters, but he doesn’t seem unhappy at my attention. I bet he’s preening inside, my ridiculous peacock. It makes me smile.

I need to remember that Skarr is a virgin. It was clear when he was going down on me that he was new to things—a fast learner, but definitely new. The thought rouses my protective instincts, weirdly enough. Like it’s another vulnerability of Skarr’s that I’m going to keep secret, as a partner should do. He’s so very proud that anything to puncture a hole in that ego of his would be devastating.

And strangely enough, I don’t feel like taking him down a notch. I’m growing oddly fond of his ridiculous brand of self-hype.

Fooling around in bed also confirmed a few memories for me, too. I’m not a virgin. Or at least, the person I was before was not. I have faint memories of old boyfriends, hotel rooms and nights in cozy tents and a faceless summer fling from Anchorage.

Alaska. All my scattered memories of hiking and skiing and the mountains are suddenly making sense. My dad loved Alaska. Loved the independence of it and having a cabin deep in the woods and coming up for supplies when he had to. That’s where I’ve gotten all my knowledge from. Now I’m remembering that Dad didn’t like the Anchorage boyfriend because he just wanted sex from me.

Turns out Dad was right.

The memory makes me smile instead of frustrating me. I don’t mind that it’s a piecemeal sort of memory because I don’t need details. All I need to know is that I’ve got a lot more experience than Skarr when it comes to this sort of thing. I’m going to have to take the lead if I want him to know how to pleasure me, how to make me come. Luckily he’s eager to learn.

Once we’ve cleaned up, we snuggle under the furs by the fire again. I peek outside and see the snow isn’t going anywhere, so I sit in his lap, naked, his limbs curled around mine as we discuss everything and nothing in particular. We talk about the weather, and I tell him about Alaska, which was so beautiful in the summer and so unforgiving in the winter. I tell him a little about my father, and then I try to explain how skis work to an alien man who has never seen snow before landing here.

It goes about as well as you think.

“I still do not understand,” Skarr says in a grumpy voice, his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. “Two oversized planks on my feet would slow me down, not speed me up.”

I’ve been laughing at his confusion for a while now, because he’s so delightfully clueless about skis. “I told you—they’re oiled. You glide over the top of the snow instead of sinking in. That’s how you go faster.”

He grunts. “Oil up anything and it will glide faster. I don’t see why it has to be a giant wooden plank strapped to my foot. You are pranking me.”

“I swear I’m not!”

He makes a sound that says he clearly doesn’t believe me, and it makes me laugh even harder. “I’ll show you when the weather gets a bit better. Hopefully the sun will come out and melt some of this snow away.”

“There are two suns,” Skarr reminds me, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder and sending shivers of delight down my spine. “And if you think those puny things can melt anything you are crazy…which might explain why you want to strap wood to your feet and hike through the mountains.”

“Bone,” I remind him, giggling. “There’s not much wood here.”

“Bone. That’s even worse.”

“That’s for later, though,” I say, sliding my hands over his and linking our fingers. His are still a little cold, which means I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. “The first order once it’s warm enough to leave the hut is to go out and pick up more fuel. I know there’s enough for everyone in the supply tents, but I want to have a stash of our own for the really cold nights when we need to burn more.”

“Like last night?”

“Exactly.” I don’t tell him that I’m also thinking of ways to make the hut warmer, like lining the walls with stitched-together leather to make yet another layer to protect us from the outside. I’m also thinking thick rugs to cover the stone floors, and so many furs in bed that Skarr will be sleeping like the princess and the pea with twenty mattresses under her.

“I will help,” he says, pressing another kiss to my shoulder. “Even though it is beneath a gladiator of my caliber to shovel shit like a drudge, but if you do it, so will I.”

“That shit keeps you warm,” I remind him, tilting my head so he can keep kissing my neck, because it feels amazing. “The others aren’t going to give you a hard time for hanging out with the women, are they?”

A few of the gladiators—Valmir and Chalath namely—have balked at the thought of learning some tasks because they are “not warrior work.” I’m not sure how Skarr feels about it.

He shakes his head, his mouth trailing up to nibble on my ear. “They only say that because Valmir is frustrated with a female and Chalath is jealous that no one has resonated to him.”

“A female?” I ask. “Which female?”

Skarr shrugs. “The weak one with the dark mane.”

That could be literally anyone. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

“I don’t know. They all look the same to me because they are not you.” His tongue traces the curve of my ear. “Why do you taste so good, Vivi?”

“Mmm, you’re biased?” I know I am, because his mouth is making me crazy.

His hand slides down my belly, brushing his fingers over the curls between my thighs. “Can I touch you?”

I bite my lip and nod, leaning back against him. We’ve been casually touching all morning after our make-out session and my khui is humming so loud it feels feverish in my chest. I know this isn’t going to do anything but temporarily scratch the itch, but damn it’s fun.

Thinking about the khui also makes me think about resonance. “What do you think about babies, Skarr?”

With one finger, he circles my clit. Such a fast learner. I bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud. “I do not think about them at all, if I am being honest.”

“Well, resonance comes with babies.”

He slips a second finger down to my clit and then frames it between his digits, rubbing from both sides. “Ours would be the best baby ever, obviously.”

I press back against him, gasping as he teases me. It’s difficult to concentrate when he’s determined to make me come all over his fingers. “Yes…but…do you…have you…been around…babies…?”

“Never.”

His response is like a splash of cold water. Reluctantly, I lift his hand from my pussy so I can concentrate on my answers. I don’t want to be distracted. “We’ll need to figure out how we feel about babies before we move forward.”

Skarr immediately puts a hand to my breast, plucking at my nipple. “What is there to figure out? Resonance makes babies, does it not? There is no deciding anything.”

He’s both right and wrong. “Flor told me that the healer can stop resonance, but it doesn’t feel good. That would mean no baby and no link between us except for what we choose. Or if we decide to have the baby but we’re not ready to be parents, we can give our child to someone else to raise. It sounds callous, but if you’re not going to be a good parent and I’m not ready to be one, we might want to consider it.”

“Give our child away?” Skarr seems shocked at the suggestion.

“Only if we can’t hack it ourselves. I would rather the baby have two loving devoted parents instead of two crappy ones.”

“How do you feel about being a parent?” he asks. “You have not said.”

No, I haven’t, because I don’t want to influence him. He needs to be honest with how he feels about babies before I state how I feel one way or another. If I tell him I want a baby, he’ll declare that he does, too. If I say I don’t, I worry he’ll agree just as an attempt to please me.

I’m honestly not sure of my own mind right now. Two days ago I would have said I didn’t want resonance or a baby at all, but everything has changed so quickly. I’ve never given thought to being a parent, but I think about how cute Penny’s little girl Brenna was and how sweet her hair smelled. I need to think about babies seriously myself, too. Luckily the camp is full of them, so I can watch how the parents here handle raising their children. I can’t imagine that being a mother in this environment is a cake walk. Maybe it’ll be too much for me.

“I haven’t decided,” I answer him honestly. “I’ll let you know when I do.”

His hand creeps down my belly again. “If I am honest, I have not given much thought beyond mating.”

“Me either.” And I don’t want to think beyond enjoying myself right now. There’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. I guide his hand between my legs, and this time when he teases my clit, I slide my other hand behind his neck and hold on to him.

The next morning, I wake up to Skarr’s mouth on my breasts. His weight is over my thighs, his lips tracing patterns on my skin. “Good morning,” he murmurs between kisses. “Can I lick your cunt?”

My thighs automatically spread, because resonance is making me ridiculously aroused, and he’s getting better with his tongue every time we’re together. Skarr makes a pleased noise and slides lower, gripping my hips and burying his face between my thighs. I whimper, sliding my legs over his shoulders, and I’m not surprised when he rolls onto his back, carrying me with him. I sat on his face last night and he absolutely loved it, coming so hard that he’d sprayed my back with his release.

I rock against his hungry mouth as his tongue plunges into me, and he groans, the sound muffled and full of hunger. He spears me with slick thrusts of his tongue and I lean forward, bracing my weight on my hands so I can angle things just right and rub my clit against his nose. Skarr can hold his breath for an insanely long amount of time, and it makes him going down on me that much more intense.

I ride his face until I come, and then I slide off of him, collapsing in the furs and panting. He watches me with heated eyes, his hand on first one cock, and then the other. I press my palm to my forehead, trying to catch my breath, and notice that it doesn’t frost in the air of the hut despite the fire we’ve kept going. “I think the weather is better this morning.”

The grunt he makes tells me that he doesn’t give a fuck about the weather right now. “Play with your teats for me,” he says, his head falling back in the furs, his gaze locked on me. “Make your nipples stand up.”

“Hey now, I’m the one that gets to give orders around here,” I tease. “Maybe I don’t want to.”

He groans, stroking his primary cock harder at my sass. I glance down his body at his hard cocks, and notice that the larger of the two—the “primary” and the one he reaches for first—is leaking a line of pre-cum down the head and over his fingers.

I lean over him and carefully pry his hand away. “It’s my turn to touch you.”

“Do it,” he rasps, his eyes wild with need.

I do, but I reach for his secondary cock first. I stroke it, working him with my fingers, and then I give my palm a messy, thorough lick and wrap my hand around him again and stroke. His breath stutters and his eyes widen. It’d really blow his mind if I licked him…

So I do just that. I lean down and lick his cock. Just once, and then he’s spurting his release all over my face and hands. He makes a sound that might be horrified, might be just relief at coming, and I stay still until he’s done. He drops back onto the furs with a sated sigh.

“Good?” I tease.

“Next time it will be better. I will be more ready for the glory that is your mouth.”

I chuckle at that, getting up to wipe my hands off with the nearest scraps of fur. When I’m done, I sit next to him in the bedding again, and he pulls me close. “Ah, my foolish mind,” he muses. “I do not miss the control of it.”

I poke his chest with my finger. “Quit acting like it’s mind control every time we touch each other.”

“It is true, is it not? Before I met you, I thought about battles and sparring and how to spring a move on my opponent. Now all I think about is your nipples and your clit and when I get to lick them. If that is not mind control, I don’t know what is.”

Sigh. This ridiculous man. Maybe the khui does have a touch of mind control, because instead of me being annoyed by his words, I find it…cute.

Pretty sure that means I’ve lost my mind, too.