Текст книги "Married to the alien cowboy"

Автор книги: Ursa Dox

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24CHERRY

Iyelped, falling back onto the bed as Silar put his full alien might into toppling me. I bounced when I hit the mattress, and I fought to claw hair out of my face. Silar didn’t give me even a moment to orient myself. His mouth was hot, wet, and open against my pussy. I dug my fingers into his hair and gasped, bright and dark spots dancing across my vision.

This was… Wow. Holy fucking Jesus wow.

Silar acted like a starving man. Like he’d been dying for years and this was the only thing that could save him. A dark, desirous groan clawed its way from deep within him, vibrating into my squeezing core.

There was no way this should be this good. The man had no experience with females of the human or Zabrian variety. But even now, only moments after he’d buried himself between my legs, I was on the cusp of a catastrophic climax.

It was just that he was so… into it. Into me. Involuntary groans and grunts of greedy pleasure kept ripping out of him. His fingers dug hard into my hips, pressing my pussy as close to his face as possible. His body trembled and rocked, his hips jutting a needy rhythm against nothing from his knees.

And despite his total lack of experience, Silar wasn’t just clumsily fumbling around down there. I quickly observed a method to his hot, hungry ministrations. He was paying attention to every wordless signal I gave, listening closely to a language I didn’t even know existed. I whimpered and clenched when he planted a searing, soaked kiss on my clit.

So he did it again. And again.

And again, until I was writhing and helpless, pleasure winding its way through my core, spreading up my spine, overpowering me completely. My fingers moved numbly through his hair, latching onto the first point of anchor – his ears. Silar hissed against my clit, then latched on and sucked hard as I squeezed. Squeezed everywhere. My pussy contracting. My fingers on his ears gripping so hard that Silar suddenly went entirely, utterly still, tension wracking his frame. Dazedly, my own orgasm winking at the edges, I wondered if he was trying desperately not to come.

But even in that desperate stillness, it was as if he couldn’t stop tasting me. Moaning brokenly, his tongue flicked against my clit, giving hungry, fluttering little laps as the rest of his body trembled with barely-controlled tension. Wetness seeped out of me, and so did tears, frustration and exquisite heat swirling through me in equal measure. I was so close. Oblivion was right fucking there.

Silar’s tongue slipped down and nudged experimentally inside.

That did it. That single stroke of his tongue sent me spinning right over the edge. My thighs slammed to the sides of his head as I arched right off the bed. My nipples tingled, my pussy spasming frantically against Silar’s tongue.

Silar moaned and kept going. How had I never before realized how fucking long his tongue was? It was like another prehensile tail unto itself, tapered and sliding all the way up. Nudging and tasting on the inside until I was sobbing, blind with ecstasy, practically riding his face from below.

Everything crested, throwing me high, then crashed, shattering me into little pieces. My hips shivered, my muscles straining with the oversensitivity. Weakly, I shoved against Silar’s head.

God, he was so good. He stopped instantly at my gesture, drawing back, his white gaze taking a few drunken seconds to focus on mine.

“Did-” His throat worked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No!” I panted. “No, you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, that’s all.”

His white gaze flared.

“That can happen to females too?”

“Of course!” I said, giving a shaky, startled laugh. “At least, human females.” I gave him a dazed smile. “You really should skip ahead to the end of that book they gave you.”

Silar looked towards the drawer as if he meant to do it right away.

“Not now!” I said, laughing again. Willing some strength into my noodley limbs, I sat up. “You don’t need the book when you’ve got me.”

I pushed gently on Silar’s chest until he was now the one sitting and I was up on my knees. I cast an appreciative gaze over my husband. His hard, stern face. His wide mouth so soaked from me. His hair a tangled river of blue, his broad, bulky body. The body that made me feel so safe.

My gaze snagged on his groin. And stayed there.

I’d never seen him this close up before. I’d never gotten a chance to fully appreciate the golden, jutting length of him, the heft of that velvety mound beneath, the taut ring of flesh around the base of his shaft that twitched, wiggled, unravelled and –

“Um, Silar?” I stammered. “What the hell is that?”

25CHERRY

What at first glance I’d thought was a sort of extra ring of flesh around the base of Silar’s tapered cock wasn’t a ring at all. It was moving, rapidly unfurling into a prehensile tendril of flesh almost as long as Silar’s massive shaft. I watched it with shocked fascination as it twitched and undulated.

OK. This is fine. I told myself, feeling a tiny splash of panic. It’s just another weird, more wiggly dick. Or a tentacle. Or a-

“You mean my cock tail?”

“Your… your cock tail?” I repeated, still gaping. “Cocktail means something very different where I come from.”

But now that he said it, it did look a lot like a tail. It was basically a miniature version of his other one. A slender, muscled rope that seemed to serve precisely zero purpose but was there all the same so I’d have to just figure it out.

It’s OK. I can work with this. A tiny dick tail is definitely better than a tentacle.

What exactly the difference between a dick tail and a dicktacle was in my brain, I couldn’t quite say, but I did immediately feel better just thinking about this bit of him as a smaller tail.

“You don’t have one?” Silar asked, sounding mystified.

“Do I have a teeny, tiny tail dangling from my nether regions? Um, no. Absolutely not. You just had your entire head between my legs! Didn’t you notice there was no tail there?”

“I thought that it was maybe coiled inside you somewhere…”

“Do Zabrian women have them?”

“I believe so. I had heard talk of that from other males. Before I left Zabria.”

“Huh,” I said. I placed my hands on Silar’s thighs, relishing the way his muscles snapped beneath my palms. I bent closer to his groin. “What purpose does it serve?”

“I think,” Silar said, his voice fraying at my proximity to his dick and the tight mound of his balls and the cock tail that was now darting forward as if trying to reach me, “I think it helps anchor the male. Inside. The tails wrap around each other.”

“Hold on. Isn’t that what we were supposed to do at the wedding? Only I didn’t have a big tail at the back?”

“Yes.”

I snorted. “And you got all hot and bothered over a kiss. Meanwhile Zabrians all over the place are just casually wrapping their big tails around each other the way their little ones do during sex.”

“I…” Silar stammered helplessly, “I was surprised. The kiss… It felt very intimate. I had never touched my mouth to anyone like that before.”

Oh my God. He’s so cute I can’t fucking stand it.

Suddenly I couldn’t wait to blow the mind of this big, awkward, adorable, capable, powerful, idiot of an alien.

Starting by blowing his dick.

“Well, like I said, I don’t have a vagina tail for you to wrap around. But… here...” I offered my index finger, stroking it against the impossibly silky-smooth surface of the tiny tail. Instantly and instinctively, his small tail snapped like a whip, securing itself in a binding lasso around my finger. Silar’s hips hitched, his breath dissolving into a guttural growl. A small jet of liquid spurted from his cock, the mound beneath his shaft visibly squeezing.

“Does it feel that good already?” I breathed, undeniably turned on by Silar’s responses.

“Yes,” he panted. His cock tail squeezed my finger, tugging while his smoothly tapered golden shaft strained forwards. Heat flared inside me. He was right. It definitely seemed like this little tendril of flesh was trying to anchor itself to me so that his cock could be buried deeper inside.

I left my finger at the mercy of his desperately clenching tail, lowered myself, then kissed the glistening tip of his dick.

The cock tail coiled hard against my knuckle. Silar’s muscles turned to stone, every tendon in his body snapping to rigid attention. The dark mound squeezed again, and I palmed the hot heft of it with my free hand, sliding my lips over his tip to create a tight seal of suction. At the first hot suck, my mouth filled with fluid. I gurgled in surprise, swallowing the first spurts of it down. The taste was oddly pleasant, sweetly spiced, like something between cinnamon and mint.

But there was way too much to swallow. Eventually, I had to pull my mouth off his cock, regretfully letting some of the shimmering stuff ooze out of my mouth back onto his tip.

“You’re still hard,” I whispered, watching with lurid awe as the pale semen dripped down his tense, veiny organ. Using the slick fluid as lube, I began to jerk him firmly, gasping, nipples tightening, when another jet of fluid was wrung out of him.

Silar’s cock tail pulsed insistently against my finger, pulling harder and harder as I squeezed and stroked him. My throat went dry while my pussy grew even more wet.

“Do you want your cock inside me?”

Silar’s eyes had been screwed shut. But they opened, a tiny crack letting out bright white light.

“Yes,” he croaked. His chest lurched, as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t quite find himself capable of forming the words.

Tenderness for him made my ribs hurt as I drew up on my knees. I tugged my finger out of his cock tail’s hold. The tendril tightened, as if not wanting to let me go, before regretfully loosening.

I moved forward, sliding my knees to the outside of his legs, until I straddled Silar’s lap. His massive cock jumped and swelled as I rubbed my wetness against its underside.

“What are you doing?” he choked out when I rose higher and began to press myself down upon him. His tip nudged inside, delightful fullness already making my insides quake.

“I told you I was going to ride you like a shuldu,” I groaned, easing myself further and further onto his thick arousal.

“Ride me…” He panted and moaned, his hips bucking beneath me. “I thought you meant on my back.”

Startled by the image, I laughed, which made my thighs go oddly weak. The result was that I lost some control of my descent, falling further onto the rod of his erection. Silar’s hands caught my hips, squeezing and kneading the flesh there as I fought to retain my balance and my breath.

“No,” I said shakily, savouring the impossible stretch and burn of him. “I meant ride you like this.”

I wasn’t all the way on him yet, but even so I began to bounce, crying out as the momentum of my motion forced more of him inside me. Silar’s hands formed a death grip on my hips, his fingers like iron on my ass, his eyes two blazing white stars fused to the place our bodies met. His cock tail snapped and spun, instinctively searching for something to grasp onto. In a fit of desperate flicking, it got itself coiled around my clit, spiking furious sensation from that sensitive point to a place deep inside my body until I trembled.

My wetness was coating him. I could feel it. Feel how I was already moving more easily on his stretching girth. Feel the way I slipped and slid. Silar’s cock tail pulsed around my clit, and suddenly I was no longer capable of vigorously riding him, slowing to a sensual undulation on his cock.

“You can move your hips. Move inside me,” I half-guided, half-begged as my muscles locked up against the onslaught of another impending orgasm. Silar’s breath shuddered out of him. Experimentally, he rocked his hips, driving his cock upwards. Groaning, his expression rapturous, he did it again and again, establishing a rocky, ragged rhythm, his body hitching with naked need.

“Silar,” I whimpered, my hands planting themselves on his straining chest. “You feel incredible.”

Silar faltered, giving a deep, guttural gasp at my words. His rhythm sputtered, and when his movements resumed they were deep and grinding instead of hard thrusts. His cock was filling me more than I would have thought possible. The hot coil of his cock tail around my clit added spasming ripples of pleasure in time with the slide of his shaft inside.

I was coming undone on him. With a stuttered wail, I collapsed, my belly and breasts slamming against his abdomen, my legs turning to water. Helpless and limp, his cock tail crushed between us and frantically vibrating against my clit, I came, unable to do anything but lie there, breathless as my climax drew me higher and higher.

My pussy seemed like it was the only part of my body capable of muscle contraction. It milked Silar desperately, convulsing around him, revelling in the furious grind of our bodies. Silar gripped my ass, holding me in place as he used my squeezing channel, moving fiercely until, with a sudden, lurching spasm and a strangled cry of my name, he exploded. I felt the swell and burst of him inside, felt the jetting lust of his ejaculation, felt the sharp squeeze of his cock tail, so hard it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

Silar moaned, riding hard through his orgasm, as if relishing the fluttering squeeze of my body with every spurt. It was only long after stilling, both of us breathing hard, that he finally eased himself out with a slowness that spoke of regret.

He tensed beneath me, as if he were about to roll me off of him, but I buried my face in his chest.

“No,” I breathed, almost feeling like I was on the verge of tears. “Don’t go, Silar. Stay with me.”

If he answered me with words, I didn’t hear them. As he relaxed back into his lying position, his hands skimming up and down my bare back, I breathed out and fell almost instantly asleep.

26CHERRY

When I next woke, it was fully dark. Silar was no longer beneath me, but he was also no longer staying as far away from me in the bed as possible. I sighed happily at the possessive curl of his body behind mine. His arm was heavy on top of me, and even his tail was loosely wrapped around my ankle. I could have stayed like that forever.

The only problem was I was hungry, thirsty, and desperately needed to pee.

Untangling myself from my husband turned out to be no easy feat. Every time I nearly got free of his arm, his tail would tighten up, and vice versa. He never woke up, though. Just seemed intent on holding me close in his sleep.

Which was heart-squeezingly adorable.

After way too long, and with much complaining from the region of my bladder, I finally managed to free myself from the Silar snuggle. I yanked on some pyjamas and shoved my feet into my boots, taking a moment to look down at the bed in appreciation for the sweet, strange man lying in it. Silar was still naked, and he’d shifted into the place I’d been occupying on the bed, like on some level he knew I’d gone and was already trying to find me. His muscled back rose and fell in a deep, even rhythm of breathing, his often-frowning face totally relaxed. Probably more relaxed than I’d ever seen it, actually.

Trying to ignore the way my insides were slowly turning into warm goo, I gave in to my bladder’s pangs and hustled outside.

It was an exceptionally beautiful evening. Crisp. Cool. Clear. The stars and moons drenched the spring growth and blossoms in silver light, turning everything ethereal, all velvet and metal and diamond.

Even the plain wooden outhouse looked more appealing than usual, and I shook my head at myself, because what else besides falling hopelessly in love could make me think, “Oh, yes. Very nice outhouse indeed”?

I made quick use of it and was just cleaning my hands at the hose by the house when footsteps behind me made me straighten up. A moment later, a big, warm hand closed around my upper arm.

“You woke up?” I asked, tossing down the hose. I smiled to myself. I wanted Silar to get his rest, but I couldn’t help the surge of hot fluttering in my belly and the pleasant surprise of being with him again a full minute before I’d expected to crawl back into bed.

God, girl. You are so far gone for him.

But when the voice answered, it wasn’t Silar’s voice. It was a voice that crunched its way through what sounded to be an utterly mangled nasal passage.

“Haven’t slept more than an hour at a time since you broke my nose, bitch. Wouldn’t let myself until I tracked you down.” The hand on my arm got tighter at the same moment a weapon was pressed to my temple. “And here you fucking are.”

27CHERRY

God fucking damn it.

With an obnoxiously strong hand on my arm and a weapon pressed to my head, I tried to take rapid stock of the situation as Magnus’ goon forcibly turned me around and started marching me towards the closest gate. He pulled me through it until we were no longer in the protective embrace of Silar’s meticulously maintained fencing.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, heart on fire, my eyes scanning desperately for signs of an accomplice. So far, it looked to be just him.

“Told you what would happen to you,” he spat, grinding the weapon, some kind of blaster, harder against my temple. “You’re going to the bottom of Lake New Nippissing. But I’m going to have fun with you on the ride back. By the time we get there you’ll be in so much fucking pain you’ll welcome the water.”

I blinked. Ride back? He had his own ship here?

I mean, of course he did. He’d have to. How else would he have gotten here, unless he’d jumped on a last-minute supply transport like I did? This planet didn’t seem to have any other public transport or tourist services.

So why the hell hadn’t I heard it? Why hadn’t Silar heard it?

“How far is your ship?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“Not far. Just near those weird fucking trees. So don’t get any ideas about trying to escape before we reach it.” He cast me a suspicious sideways glance. I was momentarily cheered by how fucked up his nose looked from the side, but it didn’t last long when he continued, “My ship is cloaked. If you don’t think I’ve got the money to pay for the tech to shroud my shit then you are goddamn delusional. You have no idea who you’ve fucked with.”

Well, that would explain the silent arrival. It also meant we’d leave just the same way. No sound. No blips on any radars.

Silar would wake up and I would just be… gone.

For the first time, the reality of the situation caused panic to truly flare inside me. I was going to die.

And I was never going to see my husband again.

I could scream. With Silar’s hearing, it might be enough to wake him even in his deep post-coital stupor.

But then I’d be putting him in harm’s way. Despite all the large animals Silar dealt with and the predators I knew lurked beyond the fences, I’d never seen Silar with anything besides a simple knife. There was no way he’d have a weapon to rival this blaster.

If I screamed his name now, I’d only get to watch my husband’s death before I experienced my own.

Hell no. That was absolutely not an option. Whatever happened to me was my own fucking thing. Shit had caught up with me and I’d just have to figure out how to deal with that. But I was absolutely not going to involve Silar. I thought of him, safe and sleeping in our bed, and gulped down a hot stone of sorrow. But all that did was force the sorrow into my gut, my eyes, until I wasn’t sure if I was going to cry or throw up.

At least I had him for this long.

At least we’d had tonight together. At least I’d finally gotten to scrape the surface of the formidable, multi-layered, nearly impenetrable being that was my husband. But even with that grief-stricken gratitude, there was so much regret. Regret I hadn’t tried to get close to him sooner. Regret we’d only had this one, single chance to –

“Take your filthy hands off of my wife.”

No!

“Jesus fuck!” The man whirled me around, the gun digging into my skull. “Drop the weapon!”

There Silar stood. As if carved from metal, turned silver by the night. Every muscle was taut with tension though his stance looked cool, relaxed, his face an unreadable mask.

His eyes were so bright white they put the fucking stars to shame. A long-bladed knife glinted in his right hand.

“Hands up. Drop the weapon,” the man holding me repeated, “or I will blow her fucking brains out right here and now.”

All things considered, a quick death wasn’t sounding all that bad compared to the other fate of torture and drowning that had just been laid out for me. And the last thing I wanted was Silar defenceless without his weapon now.

“Silar,” I croaked, tears coursing down my cheeks. “Don’t!”

Silar raised his hands into the air, a smooth, symmetrical motion.

“Silar, no!”

He dropped the knife.

My breath punched out of me in a gutted, guttural rush. It was over. Now, Silar didn’t even have a knife to defend himself.

Now, we would both die.

The man behind me let out a harsh sigh, his body relaxing when Silar released his blade. The blaster weapon eased ever so slightly from my temple.

But the knife…

The knife never hit the ground.

My heart stuttered to a stop when I realized that, even though Silar’s hand had dropped the knife…

His tail had caught it.

Blink-quick, that powerful whip of an appendage curled and snapped, sending the knife whistling through the air like a dart.

A thwunk of impact vibrated through my head. I’d been hit. A crushing, death-like weight surged down on me, driving me to the frost-tipped grass on the ground. Dazedly, I thought I heard a weapon blast off a round, but I barely heard it, because I was dying. Even now, it was almost impossible to breathe.

But then the weight lifted, warningless and sudden, cold air rushing in to fill the empty air around me. Stunned, I rolled onto my back, gasping and coughing, focusing my eyes as Silar dragged the other man’s huge, now-limp body off of me. I sat up, my head swimming and my stomach heaving when I saw the man’s face.

Silar’s knife was buried hilt-deep in his left eye.

He wasn’t dead, though. He seemed to be unconscious, but his breath was still gargling out of him. Once the man was clear of falling on me again, Silar shoved him down to the ground.

Then, he knelt down, yanked out his knife with a fury that should have terrified me…

And then he slit the man’s throat.

My hands shot to my mouth to contain a scream or a gasp or maybe a surge of bitter bile. The man’s blood coursed freely from his wound, soaking the grass. Silar breathed heavily, his knife in the air, his hands looking near-black in the light, his face shaped by strained shadow. He looked like he was going to stab the guy again, but then he rose, swift and silent.

“Are there others?” he uttered, clenching his knife hard in his hand while his wild, white gaze scraped over the scene.

“I don’t know.” My voice shook out of me. It sounded so much smaller than it usually did. “I don’t think so. He said his ship is near the trees.”

Instantly, Silar was on the move.

“Get inside the house,” he growled. “Lock the doors.”

“Silar!”

“Now, Cherry!”

“I… I don’t want to leave you!”

He flinched at my words, then, fangs bared and covered in blood, he stormed up to me.

“I cannot think while you are out here! I can barely breathe! I cannot…” He bit off his words with a growl, taking several grating breaths before, more quietly this time, he added, “I cannot live if you are not alright. I have to secure the property. Cherry. Please.” His white gaze searched mine. “I need you in that house.”

A sob shuddered out of me. I hesitated, and my husband saw it.

“If you do not go willingly,” he hissed, fury returning, “then I will toss you over my shoulder and bring you there myself. I will find a way to lock you in from the outside if I have to.”

He would do it, too. I was wasting time like this. Draining his focus.

It fucking gutted me to do it, but I stumbled backwards towards the house.

“I’ll go,” I told him.

He watched me with piercing eyes until I’d closed the door.

Then, he whistled for Tarion.