Page 30 of Stone Awakened

Cupping my wings behind her back, I dragged her closer until we were pressed together, and I tipped up her face so I could taste her mouth. She came eagerly, her hands roaming over my chest, curling up my back to clutch at the base of my wings. I ground my cock against her soft belly, fire stealing up my spine. Her skin was soft as silk, my rough skin catching against her flesh, but she didn’t seem to mind, moaning into my mouth as I cupped one breast and thumbed a nipple with firm pressure.

Picking her up by her tailless rear, I pressed her against the wall, my wings a protective barrier between her bare skin and the cold surface. Now my cock was pressed against the wet heat between her thighs, her body writhing as I put pressure on that little nubbin at the top of her slit.

“Sunder, please,” she moaned, “More.” Her skin had a sheen of sweat, especially between her breast, making her pale skin glisten. I dipped my head, lapping at the hollow beneath her throat, tasting salt and something uniquely her. She moaned again, and I pressed my cock against her mount in little rhythmic surges that I knew would send her over the edge.

Teasing her, and myself, I nibbled up her throat, scraped my upper tusks over her sensitive flesh, and ended by suckling on her earlobe. She called out my name and I pressed my cock harder against her flesh, her legs trembling around my hips as she came apart. I loved the look on her face as she came, I loved the scent of her desire filling the air. Now that we were safe aboard the Vagabond, I was going to make damn sure she’d be making that face as often as she’d let me.

Spinning to the bed, I threw her down on it, crawling onto the bed after her. She was still catching her breath when I grabbed the fabric covering her sex from me and started pulling it down her legs. It clung to her lower lips, the pale white strip almost see-through from how wet it was. Once she was bare to me, I pushed her legs wide with my hands on her thighs. “Hold on, my Fire,” I said while offering the horns on my head to her for her to hold on, “I’m going to be here a while.” Then I lowered my mouth to her core and started licking.

*

Agatha

I was so limp I didn’t know if I could ever move my legs again. I couldn’t believe that Sunder had come true to his word and just camped out between my legs like its the only thing in the world he wanted to do. I had lost count of how many times he teased me to orgasm with his clever, slightly bumpy tongue, and his thick fingers. I was pretty sure there was a puddle beneath my hips at this point…

Panting out a strained ‘enough’ he’d finally relented and climbed up my body, his gray eyes warm and glowing. “I love you, Aggy,” he said, his face breaking out into a wide smile. I loved every craggy nook and cranny on that rugged face. Sure, it was far more strongly featured than that of a human, but knowing his character, it had taken on a noble appearance to me. I didn’t care that he was stuck in his battle-form, he was beautiful to me.

“I love you too, Sunder. I’m so glad we met,” I told him. I’d long ago come to accept that there was no way for me to return home to my own time. I had been stuck in the Zeta Quadrant for five years, that was time enough to come to terms with it. Now, I’d found a new home, here with this brave male, his son, and Amar.

Spreading my legs I made space for him between them. “Come home, my love,” I said. The hot, thick head of his cock nudged against my opening. I was tired, but I was never too tired to feel him inside of me. I was so wet, that he slipped inside with ease, each special bump, and ridge along the top and bottom of his cock grinding along my inner walls.

“Definitely home,” he grunted as he seated himself from base to tip. He set a gentle rhythm this time, and while my legs were too tired to wrap around his hips, I hitched them up so I was spread wide for him. I thought I was going to be able to have another orgasm, but I’d forgotten about those sexy little ridges along his dick. He was definitely ribbed for my pleasure. I had never come from penetrative sex before, but with Sunder, it seemed inescapable.

I shattered around him on a cry, my body trembling, my inner muscles clamping down hard on his cock. He shuddered, his wings trembling like a leafy canopy caught in the wind. With a few last, deep thrusts his seed coated my insides in hot splashes. He leaned down, his forehead against mine, his chest heaving like bellows, “That was amazing.”

We cleaned up after that, curled up beneath the blankets, and within seconds I was out like a light. It was Sunder’s soft snores that woke me a few minutes later, or at least, I was pretty sure it was only a short while later as my legs still felt like floppy noodles.

Squinting open my eyes in the soft glow of a small light, I looked at his face, and with a start sat up straight. Who the fuck was that? My brain scrambled in panic for a second before more rational thoughts prevailed.

That was Sunder, but his gray, craggy features had smoothed out a little, lines crinkling around the corners of his eyes. His horns were still there, but short black hair grew in crisp, spiky strands around it, covering his head. Streaks of silver highlighted his temples. What had disappeared were the tusks protruding from his mouth, and his rough skin was almost as soft as that of a human man, just without any hair.

Woah, he’d shifted back to his peace-form. I wasn’t sure if I should wake him or not, but I was pretty sure he’d want to know about this. Nudging him gently against his shoulder, he woke up with groggy eyes, eyes which were exactly the same in either form I noted. “Sunder, my love,” I said softly, “I think you shifted to your peace-form somehow.”

He came upright immediately, his eyes going wide as he stuck out his arms and looked at them. “Akri, lights on please!” he said, and then he was out of bed and across the room, ducking into the small attached bathing area, and I heard him exclaim in shock. Wrapping a sheet around myself I staggered out of bed after him, yup, he had a mirror in there.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw how he was poking at his flesh, holding out a strand of silver hair at his temple with a bit of consternation. “I went fucking gray,” he muttered, almost sounding offended that his body had aged on him. In his battle-form that had been harder to tell, but I imagined it was strange for him to look in the mirror and not see a youthful face. I thought he was handsome, a silver fox. He didn’t look older than a well-preserved forty-year-old so he had nothing to worry about. “I think you look distinguished,” I said, smiling when he turned to look at me.

At first, he looked a bit upset, then he started chuckling, “I suppose I do huh? Come on, we need to get to the Doc, I want him to figure out how this could have happened. It’s not supposed to once the Crumbling starts.” He yanked his kilt up around his hips, then grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of his quarters at a brisk pace.

Yelping, I rushed to secure the sheet more tightly around my naked body, but there was no stopping him now. Thank God the hallway was empty, and so was the next, but that luck didn’t hold. Near the med bay itself, a tall man was walking towards us, I recognized him as the one with severe burns on his back. He wore his boots and leather pants, but his torso was swathed in bandages. Camila was at his side, and the male was holding onto her long braid as he talked to her in a teasing voice.

The two of them noticed us jogging through the hallway and to my surprise, the bandaged male shoved Camila behind him and pulled out a knife from somewhere, “Who the fuck are you?” he yelled angrily, holding the knife out defensively.

Sunder skidded to a stop on his bare feet, he didn’t seem worried, he was actually smiling really widely. “Thorin, it’s me, brother. I shifted to my peace-form!” With his free hand, he gestured down his body, indicating the changes.

Thorin’s glowing green eyes darted down Sunder’s body suspiciously, but then he looked at me, wrapped in my sheet toga and he started to smirk. “Oh, I see what happened, brother. Carry on.” He made a gesture down the hallway, his knife disappearing with some kind of sleight of hand motion. “Good for you,” he yelled out after us as Sunder started dragging me along again to the med bay.

Camila waved at me as we passed them, her expression telling me that just like Thorin, she knew exactly what we’d been up to. “Say hi to Luka for me, we’re going to follow your great example and find a bed,” she teased. With heat still scalding my cheeks from the interaction, we walked into the med bay.

The Doc, Luka, was sitting on a chair in one corner, a brightly tattooed woman in his lap, her arms around his neck as the two were making out. I thought her name was Noa, but I’d been introduced to so many people the past few hours that I wasn’t sure. Sunder barged in on them without hesitation, “Doc, look, you need to take a scan right now.”

The two canoodling in that chair jumped apart, a dark purple flush riding high on Luka’s aristocratic cheekbones. Noa didn’t seem to feel any kind of embarrassment, she shot Sunder a distrusting look, her eyes scanning over him as she seemed to try and figure out who he was.

“Sunder!” Luka said, having no problem recognizing his friend unlike everyone else, “You are in peace-form!” Like Sunder had demanded, the Doc was on his feet, a handheld device in hand as he hurried to run it over Sunder’s body. He made humming noises as he did so, and I saw how my big Tarkan defender shifted nervously on his feet. That’s when it happened, one moment he was soft-skinned, his features relaxed into an almost human-looking face, and the next his battle-form was back. His tusks grew from his mouth, his skin hardening to stone, and the short hair on his head receded into his skin.

Sunder groaned in disappointment, the Doc made another humming noise, but Noa’s eyes focused on my improvised toga and she started to giggle. “Yes, uh…” Doc said, his eyes going from Sunder to me, “It seems like you should keep doing what you eh… just did. Doctors orders.” He started grinning as the words left his mouth, his eyes leaving Sunder to share a look with his own mate. “I’m pretty sure you just discovered what you should be feeling when you’re in peace-form, now it’s just a matter of eh… practice?”

I was struggling not to feel a bit of embarrassment when the Doc was basically prescribing Sunder to have sex, lots of it. Not that I was objecting, but it was starting to become rather a public spectacle at this point and that was a little more than I’d bargained for, I was just a simple school teacher.