Page 9 of Feral Tamed

I tried not to let my gaze drop down between his legs, focusing my eyes on his bright yellow gaze. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt in the river?” I asked him, scooting my butt to the edge of the rock and dangling my legs over it. I reached out my arms his way, trying to make it clear that I was not at all repulsed by what I’d seen. Maybe if I acted casual about his eating habits, he would too. I should have known a mouth full of sharp teeth like his were meant for tearing meat.

“Hina, safe,” he growled, leaping forward and catching me around the waist. Our bodies slid together as he set me down on the sandy beach at his feet. I didn’t move away, letting my hypersensitive skin touch him everywhere I could. I ran my hands over his shoulders, dug them beneath his long, strangely moving hair, and cupped the back of his neck. Then I yanked a properly startled Fierce close and claimed that kiss I had been imagining.

His mouth was firm for a moment, his breath hissing out of him. It still smelled faintly metallic, like blood I guessed, but I didn’t care. His hands slid from around my waist, one up to curl around the back of my neck in a possessive grip, the other down cupping my ass and urging me more tightly against him. His mouth opened against mine, tongue slicking out across my lips, his sharp teeth gently nipping my bottom lip. I felt a hot spike of pleasure at that tiny sting of pain, quickly soothed by his lips.

Fierce did nothing halfway, just like his name suggested. In moments, he had me up in his arms and pinned against the warm rock behind me. My far too sensitive skin didn’t like the rough texture, but that was eclipsed by Fierce’s body pressing into mine. His skin was sleek and firm, and everywhere I touched him, his muscles were rock hard. As was the even warmer bar of his erection which he’d shamelessly pressed right against my most sensitive core.

Everything was moving too fast, I couldn’t even understand him when he talked, but that hardly seemed to matter right now. My core was weeping for him, desperate for that life-affirming act of sex with someone as potent and virile as Fierce. I couldn’t find it in me to care that he was an alien, and a rather feral one at that, one that apparently preferred raw flesh and bones.

With my weight supported by one arm and the snug clench of my thighs around his narrow hips, he had one hand free to roam across my body. His long, calloused fingers searched out the most responsive places he could find. Cupping my breast, tugging one turgid nipple, that made me moan so he did it again with a fang-filled grin. His fingers trailed across my collarbone, tickled the inside of my elbow, and found the flare of my waist. Then he slid those clever digits between our bodies and swirled them through my wetness.

I thought for sure he’d grip his cock and slide it home, I wouldn’t stop him if he tried. But he raised his fingers and studied the fluid on his fingers with glowing, wild eyes. His tongue flicked out to lick at his lips, then he slipped that finger into his mouth. A growl rippled from his chest. Then he shifted, dropping my legs to the ground, and going to his knees at my feet. The shift was so sudden that if not for the rock at my back, I would have stumbled and fallen. Then his hands cupped my hips, steadying me, holding me still as he buried his nose straight into my wet slit and inhaled deeply. “Whoah,” I mumbled, but the sound turned into a moan when his tongue flicked out and ran across my clit.

My legs trembled, I nearly did fall, but his grip on my hips held me up. He licked at me like a man possessed, suckling my clit, and swirling his tongue into my opening. A steady, deep thrumming sound filled the air, shivering across my skin, and vibrating his tongue against my hyper-sensitized nerve endings. It took me a moment to realize that he was purring, like a big contented cat.

He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, holding me open. His long, odd hair slid over my leg, curling tightly against my skin. Almost as if it was holding me to him. I was only briefly weirded out by the sensation of moving hair, too overcome with other things to pay it much attention. I didn’t know if Fierce had experience with human women or not, but he certainly knew his way around my body.

As soon as I surrendered to his touch, my body flew apart in an explosive orgasm. My spine curled, my heel dug into his shoulder, and his name flew from my lips in a scream. He didn’t even give me a break, just continued fervently lapping at my sensitive flesh until I yanked on his hair to pull him away. His body had turned shades of red, black, and gold in diamond patterns that shimmered across his skin, his mouth pulled into a feral snarl when I dislodged him.

“Too sensitive,” I moaned when he swirled his fingers through the wetness coating me. He sucked on his fingers but his yellow eyes lost some of their obsessed focus. “Hina,” he purred at me. He didn’t let me retreat or close my legs, though my legs were trembling so hard I could barely stand. He cupped my thigh against his shoulder, holding me up, then spread his legs a little, his thick erection straining up towards me.

He was putting himself on display, his eyes avid on my face as he ran his hand over his shaft, making sure I saw what he was sporting. His rod was mostly red, but it glittered gold in the thick veins that ran up the sides. To me, it looked human in shape, just bigger than average. With a bit of striated skin around the base, it didn’t look ridged, just more oddly patterned than the rest of his skin currently was.

Curling his fingers around his cock, he pumped his fist up and down, his eyes flicking from my face down to my spread open pussy. “Hina,” he purred again, his movements increasing until not long after he growled deep and low, seed spilling from his tip to splatter the rock between my legs. Woah, that was sexy, and a little shocking. I had no idea I could be this adventurous when it came to sex, had I been such a bore before?

His gold eyes flicked up to mine again and I smiled at the satisfaction I saw there, he was pretty smug just now. I could care less, I was happy to be alive. Though what he did next was a little too much even for the reckless side of me that was in charge right now. He rubbed his fingers through the spend still dripping from his tip, then swiped the sticky mess across my belly with a satisfied rumble and a growled word. I had the distinct feeling that I’d just been claimed, that he’d just declared me ‘his’.

*

Fierce

Hina was still weak, so I was happy that she let me lift her back on top of the rock and tuck her into the blanket next to the fire. She smelled of her arousal, a sweet musk I could still taste on my tongue. She also smelled of me, she’d let me mark her with my come. Inside her blanket cocoon, she was still completely naked, and I wanted nothing more than to spread her out on the blankets and lick her everywhere. If she’d let me…

There were too many things to do right now, we were not out of danger yet, and the longer we lingered here, the bigger the chance they’d find us. So with some reluctance, I pulled on clothes and weapons, before returning to the animal carcass and cutting off more chunks of meat to drape across a flat rock right next to the fire.

I was a little unsure about whether to continue eating some of the bones for myself when Hina was awake. It tended to be a thing even the other gladiators found disgusting so I tried to avoid eating in front of others if I could. Right now, I needed all the strength I could get, if I wanted to be on top of my game, and get Hina safely out of here. She hadn’t seemed too bothered before, so maybe humans didn’t find it as problematic as other species.

Pulling free a good section of bone I made sure to stay as clean as I could while I cracked it with the blunt, flat teeth at the back of my mouth. My jaw was especially strong, designed precisely to eat bone. It was why I had a ridge of bone along the top of my skull I’d learned, to anchor my jaw muscles, and provide the leverage I needed.

Hina was softly talking to the Riho, petting the small creature, her head tilted down so she wasn’t looking my way. I made short work of crunching through my chosen bone and then pulled another free and chewed through that one too. The extra potent acid in my stomach would do the rest of the work and would dissolve the bone splinters I swallowed.

“How can you eat bone without hurting yourself?” Hina asked me. So she had been watching after all, but the question was full of curiosity, not judgment. I shrugged, unsure how to explain it, just that my species seemed specially adapted to eating bones. I’d never heard of anyone choking on a bone splinter until I’d been captured as a small child. It was a little strange to discover that most species in the universe could not eat bones as I could.

“Right, I hope you can update my translator aboard your ship. I wish I could understand what you’re saying,” she smiled. And my heart pounded at hearing that desire expressed. At the same time, fear struck me that she wouldn’t want me for her mate when she had more advanced, smarter males to choose from on the Vagabond. I shoved the thoughts away, I’d solve that problem when we got to it. Right now, I had her all to myself and her cunt juices were still thick in the air, her skin was marked by my seed. She was mine for now.

Forcing thoughts of breeding my female out of my head, I swallowed the last of my food. Then I checked on the meat I was cooking for Hina, concluded it was definitely cooked past the point of all good sense, and offered her a strip of the now ruined meat. “Thank you, safe to eat?” she asked and I shrugged again, my stomach was pretty impervious, I could eat anything really. For a short time, this was probably going to be alright for her too. The meat smelled good, healthy and without parasites to me.

She nibbled on the edges of the browned strip, nodded at me, and then gulped down the rest. Wordlessly, I nudged the rock with the rest of the meat towards her and she grinned before eating the rest. I felt a surge of pride at having provided something good to eat for her, even if I hadn’t made the kill. Reaching out to pet the Riho, who seemed to prefer being called Fluffy. I murmured my thanks to the juvenile for protecting Hina when I wasn’t there. I shuddered to think what would have happened if Fluffy hadn’t been there in time to kill the predator with her poisoned barb.

Soon I had everything that was dry packed up again and was urging Hina into her clothing. Much though I preferred to continue to see her naked, we needed to get going. She was flagging, the meal and our bed play had tuckered her out, as had her ordeal in the water. Snarl was already off to scout ahead, looking to find a way to exit this ravine.

All I had to do was help her down from the rock. She was putting on a brave face but I could see that she struggled to stay upright. This was asking too much of her, but I could go on, I felt strong again after I’d eaten my fill. It was no trouble at all to sling her up into my arms. Maybe it would be more convenient if I slung her over my shoulder, but I wanted to be able to see her face, so I kept her cradled in my arms.

“Hey!” she started to protest, “I can walk.” Hating the language barrier, I simply shrugged, hugging her slight body closer to my chest. She made a harrumphing sound, her delicate face pulling into a fierce frown that I found absolutely adorable. Tension left her body on a long exhale, her arm coming up to curl around my neck, my filaments eagerly sliding over her bare skin. “Yeah, I suppose this is faster, I just hate being a burden…”

I gave her the only word of hers that I had, “Hina safe.” As long as she believed me when I said that, everything was going to be alright. She responded by smiling, her dark eyes lingering on my mouth for a moment. Long enough that I gave in to the urge and dipped down to brush my lips against hers, “Hina mine.” I had a feeling she understood that word as well.

Adjusting my grip, I set off at a steady pace. Fluffy was darting ahead of me, slinking between and over rocks, her bright fur standing out against the brown rock. I didn’t see Snarl, but I knew he was scouting the way, searching just like I was, for a way out of this canyon. We needed to reach higher ground if we wanted to be found. I might not be tech savvy, but even I knew that no shuttle would be able to land in this narrow place.