Текст книги "Alien Tyrant"

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN Buroudei

Curse me one hundred thousand times.

I did not know what I had done to deserve it, but apparently my fate was to have a sadistic mate. Zeezee did not seem to want to me mate her, and instead tortured me like this, running her small, smooth hand against my hardness. It was a beautiful sort of torture, and I’d endure it forever, but it took everything I had not to throw her to the ground and rut her right there.

But no, I would control myself. My Zeezee was breakable and soft. And I would only do what she wanted, no matter how it pained me. Though it certainly pained me now. My whole body ached to claim her, my cock pulsing with need. And still she moved her hand maddeningly slowly, down to press on the cock spears, then back to the centre of my shaft. She gripped me harder, moving faster, and I clenched my fangs together, jaw clicking.

Everything about her was so soft. Her hand. Her skin. Her tongue. Would her cunt be that sweetly soft, too? The thought almost had me spilling seed right there, and my hand shot down, gripping her wrist. Then I grabbed her around her hips, hoisting her upward. I groaned in satisfaction as her legs automatically circled my waist and she clung to me. Her wetness soaked my abdomen and the base of my cock, and my head swam. I adjusted my hands, supporting her lush ass, and my cock settled along her crease, the head poking out where her tail would have normally been. But there was no tail, just the naked cheeks of her rump.

Zeezee was moaning and moving her hips of her own accord. It was glorious, seeing her lose herself in pleasure against my body, a vision of beauty like none I had ever seen before. Soon I will drive her to this pleasure and beyond. When I’m inside her. The spikes on either side of my cock were pressed upward under the weight of her body, their lengths slicking through her folds, their tips meeting against that nub of pleasure I had tasted earlier. Unable to hold back anymore, my hips began to grind back and forth, my cock growing slick with her wetness. Being so close to the entrance of her cunt, yet not inside, was tantalizing and agonizing.

I stared down at my mate, in total awe of her, holding her tighter as if to make sure she was not a mirage. A trick of the Sea Sands. But she was not. She was real and solid and bucking against me like a fiend, her mouth fallen open in pleasure. Her nipples had hardened beneath her tunic, and with a snarl, I readjusted my grip, freeing one hand to yank the clothing from her body. She did not fight me, but only nestled closer once the garment was gone, her hands holding fast to my shoulders as we moved against each other. Her breasts, soft and plump, pressed against me, her nipples like sweet little pebbles dragging over my skin as she arched. I could tell she was getting close to coming again – her muscles were clenching against the top of my shaft, her thighs tightening around me. I was getting close, too, my balls drawing tight, pleasure unfurling its coils inside me. It was considered bad luck to spill seed outside of a woman. But I could not help that at this point. Besides, what could such a thing do to me now? Was I not already the luckiest Gahn of the Sea Sands, to have found such a mate? Luck had no bearing here. Only fate. And fate had already found me.

“Buroudei... Buroudei,” Zeezee could barely get my name out. It was slurred, then marred by cries that got louder and louder. Her legs were locked so tightly I wondered if I would ever escape. Not that I wanted to. My Zeezee is stronger than I thought.

I nuzzled downwards, my fangs dragging across her smooth cheek, forcing her head back. I claimed her mouth as she came, everything in her tightening and pulsing. Her hips jerked along my cock frantically, and I had to release her mouth to roar as I joined her, all my pent up desire spurting up along her back and onto the sand.

I held her, breathing hard against me, for a long time. I ignored the nagging feeling that this wasn’t quite enough, that I needed to be inside her, needed to claim her. This would have to be enough for now. Every time she let me come that little bit closer was a gift to be cherished.

I carried her over to my hides, placing her down gently. She spoke to me, her words quick, her cheeks red, sitting up and glancing around, as if unsure what to do. Seeing her naked in my bed was going to be the death of me, but I steadied myself, laying down and dragging her against me. She squawked in protest, but stilled after a moment as I pulled her in, curling her back against my chest. I breathed deeply against her hair, savouring the moment, deeply content. Zeezee was muttering something, but her words were slowing, her breathing becoming regular. Her eyelids flickered closed, and then, she slept. I dragged a dakrival hide over her sleeping form and settled back in once again, burying my face in her hair.

And it was like that, breathing in her scent, revelling in the feeling of her skin against mine, that I finally slept.

I ROSE EARLY THE NEXT day, just as dawn was beginning to brush the edges of my tent. Zeezee was sound asleep, and I stared at her in the dim morning light, unable to fully believe that she was still here. That yesterday hadn’t all been some torturous dream. But she was here – hair strewn about, limbs tossed widely, her mouth open as she made little snorting sounds in her sleep. What a delightful woman. My love for my mate was a glowing ember, warming my chest. I could have watched her sleep all day. But time did not allow for that. I had to speak to my men and start preparations for our battle with Gahn Fallo.

I dressed quickly, strapping my loincloth and weapons to my body. I was ready to leave the tent, but I realized I couldn’t leave Zeezee there alone. She seemed to be getting closer to me, trusting me more, but I still didn’t know that she wouldn’t run the first chance she got. Frowning, I retied my long hair into its usual braid, then stepped outside my tent.

Galok was already up and strolling towards me. He raised his tail in greeting as he approached.

“Galok, will you get Rika and bring her here?”

Galok looked surprised, then concerned.

“You need the healer? It certainly sounded like everything was going well last night.” His sight stars clouded, and his voice fell. “She is so small. Could she not take you? Did mating injure her?”

“No.” My voice was flat. “I wish Rika to watch over her, and show her around while we are readying the men.”

He looked relieved.

“I understand.”

Galok bounded away. As I waited, I poked my head back in the tent. Zeezee had rolled over, gathering the dakrival hides tightly around herself like a drizelfly in its cocoon.

A moment later, Galok returned, followed by Rika.

“Galok and I have to ready the men for battle with Gahn Fallo. We mean to retrieve the other females, aided by Gahn Irokai. Keep Zeezee with you. She may travel anywhere within the tents of our people, but is never to be left alone.”

“Yes, Gahn,” Rika said, raising her tail, then heading inside my tent.

I turned to Galok. “Come. We must gather the men.”

The message spread quickly through the ranks, and warriors began to gather at the central fire pit. Galok and I waited side by side for the rest of our ranks to arrive. Soon, all the men were gathered, and women and children watched from the outskirts. I took a deep breath, ready to speak.

It was time to tell them of Zeezee. To tell them of the new women.

And to tell them what was to be done.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN Cece

I woke up sweating. Though the tent provided protection from the sun, it was still hot as hell in there, especially in the blanket burrito I had created around myself. I disentangled myself from the heavy hides, pulling my sticky hair away from my face as I sat up. My muscles felt relaxed and languorous. Yeah, two insane orgasms in a night will do that to a girl.

Strangely, I didn’t feel any shame about last night. It had felt weirdly... right. There was no denying Buroudei and I were getting closer. What exactly that meant, I couldn’t be sure. But I wasn’t exactly unhappy about it. I felt the shadow of a smile flicker across my lips as I turned to see where he was.

I gasped and reared back, yanking the blankets back up despite the heat. There was an alien here, but it wasn’t Buroudei. I squinted, realization dawning.

“Rika?”

Rika’s tail swished and she dipped her head in a way that I could only imagine was some kind of acknowledgement. I nodded slowly, reaching for the tunic that had dropped to the floor last night.

“Did you leave this for me at the other tent? Thank you.”

I slipped it on over my head, catching a whiff of myself when my arms were up. Yikes.

“Doesn’t look like you guys have much water around here, but is there anywhere to wash?”

I mimed smelling myself and making a face, then pretended to scrub under my arms.

Rika watched me with her head cocked and what I swore was the small pull of an amused smile. She was seated next to me on the sand, but she stood, then, clearly understanding what I was asking. I stood too, and as I did I felt the tension of a full bladder. Oh God. How am I going to ask about that?

“Um... Where...” I looked around, face on fire, trying to find a delicate way to ask about where I was supposed to pee. Screw it. Maybe there was no delicate way. I squatted on the ground in a pantomime of peeing, then jumped up, hoping she caught my drift. Her smile got bigger.

She grabbed a valok plant from among the items on the shelves in the tent, slicing one half of the round skin off. She gave me the open part to eat from, which I took. She kept her half of the hard rind in her hand, beckoning me to follow. I did so, slurping all the way.

The sun outside was beating down with ferocity, though it didn’t seem very high in the sky yet. The sand was hot on my feet, and I half walked, half ran, bringing my knees up, trying to keep my feet in contact with the ground as little as possible. I finished the valok gel, then pulled my arms inside the short-sleeved tunic, trying to keep my head down and face out of the direct sun. I was 99% sure I’d gotten a wicked sunburn, along with all my other ailments, yesterday, that Rika had miraculously patched up. If I could avoid that this time around, that’d be swell. Rika watched me with interest, and I offered her a paltry smile.

“Yeah, I probably look crazy to you, eh?”

She answered me with a quick quip.

She took me just outside of the tents to an area of boulders. I made a beeline for a long shadow cast by the largest boulder, keeping my eye firmly on the dino-centipedes I saw grazing on the other side of the huge rocks. Rika didn’t seem bothered by the huge animals, and she sidled up next to me. She held her valok rind up, indicating that I should do the same with the empty rind I now had. I snaked my arms out of the tunic and watched.

She used her valok rind to dig a small hole in the sand. She pretended to squat over it, then stood and filled the hole in with sand.

OK, seems easy enough.

I dug a small hole the way she had, then squatted. I began to relieve myself, sighing, only to realize that Rika was still staring.

“Jesus! Privacy not a big thing for you guys?”

She said something I did not understand, and I did my best to ignore her. It was pretty unlikely she’d ever seen anyone like me before. I couldn’t blame her for being curious, especially if she was some kind of doctor. I quickly finished my business and filled the hole in, tossing the valok rind down to the sand. Rika tossed hers, as well. Then we began walking back to the tents, me with my arms tucked firmly back into the tunic, my hair doing a mostly crappy job of shielding my face. If I was going to survive any length of time in this place, I had to go back to the ship for supplies – extra clothing, sunscreen, and spare boots.

As we walked through the tents, I noticed that everything was pretty quiet. Nobody seemed to be around. I wonder where everyone is. I tried to ignore the fact that by “everyone” I really meant Buroudei. I couldn’t stop wondering about him. There was an ache, deep in my abdomen, that had taken root. An ache I was pretty sure his absence caused.

I saw everyone else soon enough. A large group was gathered where the fire last night had been blazing. Approximately thirty men stood in a clump, and on the outskirts of the group was a much smaller collection of women and children. Something about the balance seemed off.

“Why are there so few women?” I blurted, suddenly realizing why the population seemed so skewed. Rika clearly didn’t understand my question, and she gestured to a tent just ahead of us. We kept walking past the group, but I couldn’t stop myself from staring. At the centre of everything, keeping everyone’s attention rapt, was Buroudei. He was speaking, his deep voice booming with authority, his arms outstretched in some massive gesture. His skin gleamed beneath his blades in the sun, his muscles tightening and rippling with every movement. It seemed like he was these people’s leader, and I’d heard more than one person refer to him as Gahn. I wondered if it meant something like “king.” Or maybe, considering all the blades strapped to his body, “warlord.” Despite the heat, a shiver ran through me to witness him – to see him commanding everyone with such power. Everyone, even the other strong-looking warriors, was standing still, deeply respectful and attentive as Buroudei spoke. My ears strained to understand him, even though I knew that would do no good. Alien language learning had been slow-going so far. Unfortunately. I chewed my lip as the group moved out of view. I really, really wanted to be able to talk to him. The intensity of that desire caught me off guard. This wasn’t simple curiosity about a new language. This wasn’t an academic thing. I wanted to talk to him. To learn about him, understand him, figure out what made him tick. Although, so far, it kind of seemed like what made him tick was me.

Rika pulled aside the flap of the tent we had reached. This one was different than the others. It was smaller, tall and narrow, with an opening at the top. She led me inside.

There wasn’t much inside the tent. A small pit was in the centre, and along the perimeter of the tent were random-seeming objects like small rocks and collections of dried grass and some other plants I hadn’t yet encountered. I stood, unsure of what we were doing here, when Rika bent and grabbed a couple of the small dark stones from the ground. She placed some of the dried grass in the pit, then smacked the stones together until a spark flew onto the dried grass, igniting immediately.

If I hadn’t been sweating before, I sure was now. It was already hot in here, and the fire was adding to it. I coughed as smoke began to billow. It didn’t smell like wood smoke – it was more herbal than that. Not altogether unpleasant, other than the fact that I was having trouble breathing. Eyes streaming, I felt Rika’s hand on my shoulder. She pushed me down to the ground, below the smoke line, and my vision cleared as I sat. Before I knew what was happening, she had pulled her tunic up and over her head, sitting before me totally naked.

My cheeks grew doubly hot as I tried not to stare. A quick look told me that her body was strong and powerful, though her skin was starting to show signs of age. She also seemed to be, apart from some decent pectoral muscling, completely flat-chested. A glance between her legs (she was sitting cross-legged, so it was kind of hard to avoid) told me that she was indeed female, though. No hair anywhere on her body, besides her head. She pointed to my tunic, her claw catching on the fabric.

When in Rome...

I yanked it off, crossing my arms over my chest.

Rika grabbed at some of the plants that were on the ground. They looked like succulents, similar to the valok plants, but long and thin where the valok plants were flat and round. She used her claw to slice the end off of one of the long green spires, then squeezed some milky green gel out, the way you’d squeeze toothpaste from a tube. She handed the plant to me, and I watched as she began rubbing the gel into her skin. It didn’t lather up, but it seemed to glide over her skin in such a way that it helped dissolve and remove dirt and oil. She reached over to what I had thought was more dried grass and picked up what was actually a rag of some kind, woven from plant matter. She swiped at her skin with the cloth, then waved the cloth in the air, drawing smoke towards her and over her skin. While it wasn’t exactly the shower I had been craving, there was something kind of spa-like about it all.

I squeezed some of the cactus gel into my hands, running it over my body the way Rika had done. It had a somewhat sharp, but overall pleasant smell. It reminded me of something from back on earth. Thyme. The sudden connection to my home planet made my eyes prick with tears, and I distracted myself by scrubbing the gel into my skin. Rika handed me one of the woven rags, and I used that until, all in all, I felt pretty clean. The cactus gel stuff had basically evaporated off of my skin, leaving it smooth and soft. I was still sweating from the heat, but I didn’t stink now. The only thing left was my hair, which I wasn’t sure what to do with, but Rika saw to that, too.

She settled herself into a seated position behind me, and squeezed the last of the cactus stuff onto my scalp, working it through my hair. She moved gently, tackling my sweat-sticky tangles with her claws. Once again, like I had been when she had brought me food, I was reminded of Grammy, and the prickle of tears I had felt a moment ago became a full-on deluge. This simple act of kindness – the combing of my tangled hair – in a place as hostile as this planet had turned out to be, was breaking my heart. I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes, sobbing as Rika muttered soft words to me. I was so grateful that Buroudei and his people had found me. I only wished the other women had had the chance for that same kindness.

Soon enough, Rika was finished. I sniffed, hard, swiping at the last of my tears as she pulled my hair into a clean, neat braid. Like it had from my skin, the gel had completely evaporated off of my hair, leaving it feeling smooth and smelling halfway-decent. She showed me how to use the empty cactus husk to clean my teeth and tongue. When we left the tent, I felt weak and wobbly and oddly renewed.

The sun was hotter now, and I shielded my face with my hand.

“Where’s my jacket, and my pants? My boots?”

I pointed to the sun, then my skin, viciously shaking my head. Then I mimed pulling on a jacket and pointed to my legs and feet. I hated the idea of wearing those horrible bloodied pants, but there was no way I’d last out here much longer without my Canadian white-girl skin cooking in the sun. Rika seemed to understand my meaning, and led me quickly to the largest tent, which wasn’t far from the sauna tent. I ran inside, trying to get out of the sun, and almost smacked into another alien.

“Oh! Sorry,” I said, stopping short. I looked up at who I’d almost toppled.

Well, not like I’d be able to topple one of these guys. But still.

This alien wore a similar tunic to Rika and me. Large eyes and a soft mouth gave her face a pretty, in an alien sort of way, look. Definitely another female, though younger than Rika. Her hair was shining and black, her skin richly coloured and smooth. I smiled, and she gave me a small smile back. I squealed, then, when something latched onto my waist. The new alien made a distinctly maternal tsking sound, and yanked a small alien – a girl, I thought – from my torso.

I had no idea to gauge how old the child was. She was grinning, the shimmers of her eyes pulsing mischievously. Based on her behaviour and the youthfulness of her face, I would have guessed she was maybe the equivalent to an Earth six-year-old. But much, much bigger.

The adult alien said something to me quickly, and I had a feeling she was apologizing for the child. I noticed a similarity in the soft mouths smiling at me. It’s her daughter.

I smiled widely.

“Don’t worry about it! I’m Cece.”

The other woman looked confused, her eyes darting to Rika. Rika spoke quickly, gesturing towards me. I didn’t catch much of what she said besides, “Zeezee.” Then Rika gestured to the other two, looking at me. “Balia,” she said, pointing to the adult. “Zofra” was the child. I grinned.

“Nice to meet you, Balia and Zofra.”

They both smiled, then raised their tails in front of their eyes. I wonder what that means. I’d seen that gesture several times now. Maybe some kind of greeting.

“Sorry I don’t have a tail, or I’d do the same right back at you.”

Balia smiled vaguely at my unfamiliar words, but Zofra started chattering to me animatedly, not caring that I had no idea what she was saying. I nodded, grinning at her, trying to take in whatever she was saying. She took me by the hand and led me around the tent, showing me various items. I did my best to keep track of her rapid-fire dialogue, logging away whatever words I could catch onto for later analysis. I was pretty sure I’d learned at least a few more words, like the words for jar, bandage, and bed. As Zofra gave me the tour, Rika and Balia talked in hushed tones. A few moments later, Rika approached with a small bundle. My clothes.

After my sauna scrub, the filthy clothes seemed especially unappealing.

“Thanks,” I said with a half-hearted smile. I yanked my stiff, stained pants on, wincing at the feeling of the crunchy dried blood against my skin. Then went on the socks and the boots, followed by my solar protection jacket. I didn’t bother with my dirty tank top and underwear, instead balling them up and placing them down discreetly in a corner. Zofra bounded over to my discarded garments, looking like she was about to pick them up and examine them closely, but her mother swatted her away.

“Yeah, you should probably burn those.” I laughed awkwardly, but it wasn’t really a joke.

Once I was dressed, I felt a little more prepared to head back outside. Rika spent the rest of the day with me, showing me around and helping me get accustomed to how things worked in their tiny tent village. I didn’t get to talk to many of the men – after the morning meeting they all dispersed to their various tasks, many of them leaving for what looked like hunting or guard duties, others sharpening weapons. I did get to meet the women, of which there were only ten, plus their children. The women welcomed me with a shy sort of friendliness. One woman, whom Rika called Zanixia, seemed a little more reserved than the others, but in general they all seemed glad to meet me. The children were especially excited, many of them coming up to me and touching my skin and hair and nose while babbling enthusiastically.

As Rika led me around throughout the day, I found my eyes searching for Buroudei. I wondered what he was doing, where he was, and who he was talking to. As lovely as Rika had been, I kind of wished he was the one showing me around. OK, there was no “kind of” about it. I wished I was with him.

It may not have been rational or reasonable or sane. But I missed him. I missed him way, way more than I should have.

And it kind of scared the shit out of me.

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