Page 17 of Warrior Enchanted

Okay, that was good. I wasn’t freaking out about it. It wasn’t making me feel trapped right now; it sounded like safety actually. But was that the right kind of motivation to date him? Didn’t he deserve better than that? Didn’t I? Too many thoughts, too big to grapple with at this moment. I was going to push it all aside and just spend time with him. I wanted to do the things I’d been dying to do since he’d wrapped me up in that sexy body.

“Come here Jakar, I think we should get to know each other better,” I said. It wasn’t my best pickup line by far, but that didn’t seem to bother him at all. He was on his hands and knees crawling over to me in a flash, sitting down at my side where I patted the soft blankets I was sitting on. I wasn’t expecting him to be so eagerly obedient, but I kind of liked it.

Once he was sitting, I got to my knees and eyed his big frame contemplatively. I’d been pressed up against that agile, muscled body for most of the day but I hadn’t really had the chance to appreciate it yet. Would he let me touch him without touching me back? I didn’t think I could handle that part yet. Only one way to find out.

I swung my leg over his thighs, straddling his lap, and then I smiled when he sucked in a surprised breath. His spots were going pink immediately, but he kept his hands at his sides, all four of them while he watched what I was doing. “Don’t touch,” I said anyway. “Just sit still. Can you do that for me?”

He shook his head up and down eagerly, curls bouncing around his face, spots glowing even brighter against his deep red skin. Raising a hand, I curiously touched a finger along the bridge of his nose, stroking it along his cheek. The spots glowed like little hot spots on his skin, pulsing against my fingertip. When I stroked it up along his cheek to his ear shell, I discovered that his ear was shaped much like mine, but little v-notches were missing from the edge.

Dropping my hands to his shoulders, I stroked them along his skin, down to his wrists, then back up to touch the pectoral muscles at the top. It was odd to stroke down to find a second set, but then his chest tapered into the deeply ridged abdominal muscles, a washboard of at least eight of those sexy squares. His skin was delightfully soft beneath my fingers but the muscles were hard as steel.

When my hand reached the lower edge of his abs, he groaned, his hips shifting restlessly beneath mine. Heat was starting to pump off of him, especially from between his legs, his cock hardening until I could feel the thick ridge of it press against my ass. And still, he didn’t reach out to touch me. Hands planted firmly in the blankets. They were clenched into tight fists, but he was definitely obeying.

“Meena,” he said, his voice half an octave lower than usual, a mixture between a complaint and a plea. I felt a surge of power. He was in my control, and he was letting me set the pace and decide on the rules. I could do this; I really wanted to do this.

“Yeah, I know, don’t worry,” I told him, promising I wouldn’t leave him hanging. Would his parts be the same as a human’s? I was dying to find out. To replace terrible memories with new, bright ones that I could cherish.

Keeping one hand on his shoulder for balance, I shifted on my knees so I could open the tab at the top of his pants and undo the metal belt buckle. It was a bit of a struggle, the closure not familiar to me, and my fingers kept brushing over his thick erection through the fabric of his pants. “Let me help, please!” Jakar said through gritted teeth.

I looked up at his face to see that his colorful freckles were so dark a pink that they were almost bordering on purple. Purple meant aggression and I could see why the two feelings were so closely related that they could mesh when they were intense like this. I still didn’t feel afraid. If Jakar wanted to take instead of woo, he had plenty of opportunity to do so a long time ago.

He made quick work of the fastenings, yanking his pants open to free his trapped member. Thick, red, the tip so flushed it was pulsing, with white precum beading from the slit. The head of his cock wasn’t mushroom-shaped, rather it was a bit more narrow and pointed, but from the little slit along the top, a dozen little ridges gave texture. Then there was his girth, like two of my fists stacked together, thick, but not crazy long. It would stretch me to fit inside, but he’d fit, and those ridges would probably feel really good.

I hadn’t touched him yet, just sat there on his knees, staring. Honestly, that cock looked better than anything I could have imagined, and it also looked nothing like what I’d seen before, alien or human. That helped too.

Beneath my ass, I felt him shift his weight a little on his knees, making his cock sway from side to side as it tried to reach up for his belly button. He didn’t say anything, just kept on watching me watch him.

I looked up at his face, meeting his yellow-gold eyes, noting the patience in them, a calmness that was actually quite unlike his usual boundless energy. “I want you, Jakar,” I said to him, the truth rolling from my lips, freeing me. My cheeks ached a little when I smiled. “I’m not ready for anything but this physical part. Are you okay with that?”

He tilted his head to the side, eyes sliding from my face down my body, lingering on my breasts, the nipples poking eagerly against the fabric of my shirt. “Yeah, I am okay with that, Meena. You can take what you want from me, anything at all. My body is happily yours.” I wrapped my hand around his cock as the last words left his mouth, sliding my fingers along his length in a caress. A promise of what else we’d get up to in a minute.

A deep groan left him, his head tilting up at the ceiling, eyes sliding closed while I stroked him with a single hand. Something brushed along the backs of my fingers and I twitched in surprise, leaning forward so I could get a better look. He didn’t have any pubes, and with his pants restricting just how much I could see, it was difficult to tell what he did have. It looked like slender little tendrils, like the stamen from a flower maybe. When I stroked my hand down to the base of his cock, they folded out, reaching for my hand and clinging.

A rush of wetness flooded my core. Would it feel like fingers stroking my clit when I rode his cock? They felt a little slick, wet even as if they were excreting some kind of lubricant, and it tingled pleasantly along my skin.

Abruptly losing my patience, I let go and scrambled off his lap so I could start yanking on my clothing. Jakar’s eyes watched my every move as I did so, a grin on his face. He wasn’t offering to help me this time; obviously, he enjoyed seeing me wriggle around as I shimmied out of my leggings. “I like this part. You look beautiful,” he said, making my skin flush with heat. Always with the compliments, this guy, he was just too good to be true.

I huffed when I’d freed my ankles from the leggings and sat across from him in just my panties and bra. “Please take everything off. I want to see you naked,” I ordered and received a cheeky grin in return. He obeyed in a far more competent manner, pulling free his belt in a sexy, competent move. Shrugging from his shirt and pants, there was no sign of underwear anywhere, which was going to occupy my mind all of tomorrow while we were traveling; I was certain of that.

Naked, he sat across from me, hands returning to his side to grip the folds of the blanket, restraining himself and his urges for me. I took in his sexy body again, leaning forward on my hands and knees so I could look at those intriguing little tendrils he had at the base of his cock, but only at the top. “What are these? Explain them to me.” Now that I was out of my head at last, my curiosity was back, and I felt like I’d just reclaimed a big part of myself again.

Jakar huffed out a laugh, shifting his body and spreading his thighs so I could get a better look. “I just call them my tendrils. They like to hold and stroke anything that gets close when I’m aroused.” His golden eyes were intense when they dropped from my face down to between my thighs, where my core was still covered by a flimsy scrap of fabric. “I’ve been told that they are meant to ensure a female’s pleasure.”

So they were all for me, were they? Something rankled in the way he’d phrased that… I’ve been told… But then he made a come hither motion with one hand, a sexy look on his pirate face, “Come here Meena, let me show you.” His position might convey subservient, but there was nothing meek about that tone. It was an order and an invitation. I briefly wondered why I didn’t mind it, why it was making me wetter instead of scared, then all thoughts fled.

Back in his lap, nearly naked this time, I straddled his thighs and pressed my cotton-clad slit against the base of his cock, grinding against him for delicious friction. “This what you meant?” I moaned, pleasure skating up my spine. I felt those tendrils reaching for me, but his thick cock was in the way.

He bared his teeth at me and I came to the shocking conclusion that his canine teeth were much bigger and sharper than mine. If he bit me with those things, he’d definitely leave a mark. “It’s not,” he gritted out, hips shifting to press against me in sexy little surges that provided all kinds of lovely stimulation. It seemed like he couldn’t control the urge to thrust against me, despite his best efforts, and I loved it.

Reaching up to cup his chin, I pulled his head closer to mine. “No? I guess you’ll have to show me then…” I teased. Covering his mouth with my own, I kissed him, nibbling on his luscious bottom lip and sucking on his tongue. He was eager in his response, and my words were like I’d unleashed a flood. Hands were suddenly on me, everywhere, all at once. Stroking along my back, my sides, one boldly reached up to cup my breast. Yes, that was good. I liked how he made me feel all of me at this moment. He made me get back in touch with my body.

Lost in his kiss, in his touch, I barely registered when his touches landed on bare skin instead of my bra. The fabric whispered silently to the bedding. When cool air brushed across my nipples, they hardened more, but Jakar didn’t let that happen for long. I found myself on my back, his body above me. One hand molded over my breast, his mouth tearing away from mine so he could eagerly suck at my other nipple.

I wiggled my hips to help him pull my panties from my hips and as soon as they were gone, two hands pinned open my thighs. “My turn,” he growled at me. I waited with bated breath, freezing in place as his eyes perused the most private part of me. I waited for any kind of trepidation or fear to kick in, but nothing happened. I just felt hot, my folds flushed, and wetness seeped from my core.

“So pink,” he murmured, and one hand reached up to touch the glowing deep pink spots on his face. A grin followed. “We match. I didn’t realize humans had mood spots too…” He leaned a little closer, inhaling deeply with a blissful expression on his face. That would have made me feel incredibly self-conscious normally, but Jakar… He didn’t hide what he was feeling at all. There was no place for shame or embarrassment.

“I want to taste you,” he said. It wasn’t a question, more a warning than anything. I nodded eagerly anyway. I didn’t even care that his teeth were sharper than mine; I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He leaned in, tongue darting out to drag it through my folds. I moaned, spine arching, and legs trembling. He had little ridges along his tongue too, and they felt perfect.