Page 18 of Warrior Enchanted

He lapped all over, each crease, my opening, dipping dangerously low before coming back up to lap at my folds again. Occasionally, he brushed along my clit, but after he moved on from it a third time, I was starting to get frustrated. Did he not know that was the best spot? That’s when it finally clicked in my head. He was new to this. I’ve been told. He hadn’t done this before.

“Jakar, sweetheart…” I said, my hands tangling in his soft curls to pull up his face. “Am I your first?” I asked him gently, wanting to be sure. A confused expression lightened the pink of his spots a little. He shook his head as if he was saying no but I was pretty sure I was right. Did I have to reassure him that I was okay with that?

“You are my only,” he said firmly, derailing my thoughts in one fell swoop. Oh… Of course, he’d see it that way. He thought I was his mate. For a shining moment, I let myself bask in that feeling. It would feel so good to be his mate, to let him take care of everything. But I really did need to figure myself out first; it wouldn’t be fair to him otherwise. It wouldn’t be good for either of us.

“Okay, touch me here please,” I said, and I touched my clit delicately with a finger, shivering from how wound up I was. He didn’t have to be told twice, lapping where I pointed, then groaning when more wetness rushed from my passage in response. I was this close to coming, but he didn’t seem to be focused on that, just on tasting me as much as he could. I had never had a partner before who was this eager to go down on me.

When I was starting to get sore, I knew I had to refocus him. He didn’t seem to want to stop, which was awesome but dang it, I wanted to come too. I didn’t even think it was his intention to leave me hanging on this endless cliff, but that was the result. I knew the coming crash was going to be awesome. I wanted to experience it with him. I’d never had that kind of desire before, but with him, right now, I definitely did.

“Come here Jakar, now!” I ordered, pulling on his curls to get his attention. He lifted his head just enough for his yellow eyes to meet mine, a grin splitting his face in two, his spots flushed to nearly purple. When I kept on pulling, he reluctantly lifted himself up on two hands to lean over me, his stubble-covered chin glistening from my juices.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, eyes on my face but one hand coming up to palm my breast again and tug on a nipple. He couldn’t seem to help himself, eagerly touching me wherever he could with whatever hands he had available. In his case, that was more than average and I was starting to think I had scored big time.

Trying to focus my thoughts enough to give him coherent instructions proved challenging when one hand was at my entrance, a thick finger curling wetly through my folds, and the other was thumbing a nipple. I felt like a wire strung much too tightly. “Inside me, I need you inside me, with me. I want to come.”

His eyes went huge and then he was suddenly in motion, two hands pulling my legs wide, lifting my hips. His cock head nudged against my entrance, hot and silky. Using his upper set of hands, he balanced on them, one palm on the bedding on either side of my shoulder. “Are you certain Meena? I don’t want to hurt you…”

I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him closer and he slid in easily, the more narrow-shaped head finding no resistance. He was so warm and so firm, but the ridges along the flared top scraped gently along my walls, sending little sparks bursting through my bloodstream. “Are you crazy? I’ll die if you don’t fill me now,” I said, completely melodramatic but heartfelt at the moment.

He laughed, eyes twinkling wickedly, hips moving slowly as his cock started to fill me. I was pretty sure I’d never felt the way I did now, balanced on a knife’s edge, ready to tumble over at any moment. He was stretching me, but I didn’t feel any pain, and then he was close enough for those freaky little tendrils to reach me. They slid through my folds, along my thighs, leaving more wetness and a tingling pleasure in their wake.

Jakar’s face was no longer laughing. He was intensely focused, his cheekbones cutting sharply against his cheeks, and his square jaw clenched tightly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was angry, but I was pretty sure he was just struggling to hold himself back. Good thing I wasn’t going to last long either, not with the way he’d prepared me; I was about to go off like a rocket.

When he bottomed out inside me, I felt full and I felt connected. This is where we melded together, where I stopped just being me for a little while and became part of him. I liked it. It was deeper than just sex. This was meaningful to both of us. I felt like he’d woven some kind of enchantment around me, tying me to him in ways I couldn’t even see.

We set a rhythm together, our bodies moving in sync without any kind of prior communication. He might have been less experienced than me; he wasn’t showing any of it now, his instincts taking over. They were good instincts, helped along by his fabulous physique. Ribbed head rubbing along my walls just right, tendrils stroking like little fingers along my clit, and his cock stretching me to bursting.

My orgasm crashed over me, my body locking up tightly around me and my vision whiting out. I screamed out, my throat aching from the force of it. Pleasure crested over me like a wave, and then a second, deeper, longer crash that left me breathless and limp against the blankets. I’d been so focused on me, on my body that I hadn’t even realized that Jakar had been right there with me. A crying shame if there ever was one. I hated that I’d missed his expression when he came. I wanted to know what his spots did at the height of pleasure.

He leaned down over me, curling me in his arms, his chest damp with sweat and rapidly moving from exertion. “Beautiful fierce Meena, that was amazing...”

Chapter 13

Meena

I woke up curled up inside Jakar’s brawny arms, my body still exhausted, and a little sore between the legs. That didn’t matter. I hadn’t felt this at peace, this whole, since the moment I’d woken from stasis. Jakar as my mate was starting to sound better and better. If this was how he’d help me sleep each night, I was totally down for it. If not because we only had limited supplies, I would have suggested we stayed here, in this safe little nest for another week, even with the lack of showers.

Wrinkling my nose, I lifted an arm to sniff. Yuck, no, maybe not. Yesterday and last night’s activities definitely left me in need of a shower. We had soap, which I was definitely going to use in a moment when I could convince myself to actually move.

Tilting my chin up, I felt my stomach clench at the sight of Jakar’s face when he was resting. His stubble-covered chin was almost starting to transition into a beard but he still had something boyish about him like this. Maybe that was the yellow freckle spots all across the bridge of his nose and cheeks that made him look youthful. I liked that they were yellow while he was sleeping; that meant he was happy.

With him around, I didn’t feel so broken, so messed up for doing what I’d done to survive. He was making me forget about it, and his playful, optimistic nature meant I’d found my ability to laugh again. That was probably the gift I liked the most out of all the ones he’d given me. Still, I liked all of them. My hand drifted to my neck, touching the string of hand-carved wooden beads painted in many vibrant colors. I wore the matching bracelet too.

I’d been so happy to see him pull them from his bag last night. He’d recovered them from the streets of Rakex and I was happy I could stop imagining someone else wearing them. These were the first things I really owned in my new life in this alien world. I’d gotten crazily attached to them, far more than I’d ever gotten to anything I owned.

Okay, back to the Vagabond, back to living on a ship. I was a paralegal back on Earth, but I doubted any of those skills transferred to out here. I’d have to reeducate myself, but I could do that; I was good at school. Then what? Move into Jakar’s cabin? Have those four-armed little babies that my mom would want me to have? I shivered at the thought, a little hint of trepidation skirting up my spine, no I was definitely not ready for that kind of commitment yet.

Baby steps then. The ship, a new career, maybe some badass survival training from my red-skinned lover… Yeah, we’d keep it casual for now and I could let it grow into more if I ever got ready for that. Jakar wasn’t going to judge me for what I’d done to survive, I knew that, but a part of me was still worried to talk about it, to share.

Mind made up, I finally patted Jakar on the chest to wake him. Light had been streaming in through the hollow opening for some time and there were tons of alien birds singing and chattering up in the branches surrounding us. It surprised me he was still asleep. Like this, he reminded me a little of my younger brother. He could sleep through anything, especially after a wild night. Last night and afternoon, definitely qualified as wild.

I flushed just thinking about what we’d been up to during rounds two, and three, and four. Jakar had a mountain of imagination, boundless enthusiasm, and an endless supply of stamina. Those four hands came in extremely handy too. I liked it very much when he could pin me down with one set while playing me like a fine-tuned instrument with the other pair. He was a quick study and once he’d figured out how to make me come, he’d tried to find as many ways in which he could achieve that result. Each one more inventive than the last.

“Morning, Tarzan,” I said with a grin when his eyes fluttered open and they settled on my face immediately. I could see the way they lit up, glowing, like I was the best thing ever. A girl could get used to that kind of look. After feeling like shit, like absolute dirt for the last week, this was like a balm to my ragged soul.

“Hey Meena, did you sleep well?” he asked, already sitting up, one biceps bulging as he supported his weight. I liked the picture he made with his muscular body shamelessly on display. I was starting to get really partial to that golden shimmer that glinted along his red skin when the sunlight hit him just right.

“Yup,” I said, reluctantly sitting up too. After that, I prioritized washing up, which was a little scary to do, sitting on a branch so high up in the air, using only bottled water and soap. Jakar was more than willing to help me out, which meant things took far longer than planned, but at least I didn’t end up going splat at the bottom of the tree and I walked away with a free orgasm to boot. A girl could get used to that kind of treatment.