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Not until I can understand her completely and can explain the spirit mate bond that is so important to my species. I want to make sure Haley understands what she will be accepting if she decides to accept the amoris bond with me. I want her to understand what will happen if we claim each other.
The thought of claiming Haley sends another throb of intense desire through my body. I feel my cock jerk against her soft belly, and I long to feel the tight walls of her cunt around me so bad. But I move back and remove her questing hands from me at the same time as I run my tongue over my lips, savoring the last traces of her on my skin.
She looks at me with her brows crinkled in confusion and she asks me something, but I shake my head and raise her hands to my lips before releasing them.
It is the most difficult thing I have ever done – to deny my mate who is sprawled naked in front of me, her skin still flushed with satisfaction. I stifle a groan at the sight of her, and I nearly change my mind as I breathe in deeply and realize the scent of her arousal is still heavy in the air. But we must not go any further.
Laediriians value honor, especially when it comes to the amoris bond. Both mates must enter the bond with full knowledge and consent. If Haley were to reject the bond between us – and she might – then I do not want her to have any regrets.
I give her one last lingering kiss on her soft lips, then quickly readjust my loincloth so that it covers as much of my hard cock as possible. It is difficult, but I manage to get the material to lay almost flat against my skin, and I grit my teeth against the sensation of my hands as they brush against my throbbing member.
I cannot help but feel a sense of impatience. I ammore eager than ever to return to my village. Not only to retrieve the translator chip from my cousin, but also because after spotting the lone Pugj traveling through the jungle, I am uneasy.I will not be able to breathe easy until there is more distance between our enemies and my mate.
I must protect my mate, even if she ultimately decides not to accept the bond, because already I cannot imagine a world without her in it.
Chapter 19
Haley
This guy must have nerves of steel. And a penis made of steel, too.
I feel like giggling at that thought, but I feel too relaxed and boneless to do anything. If anyone had asked me a month ago if I would let an alien go down on me, I would have thought they were nuts. I still can’t believe it actually happened.
Wow. That was the most surreal and delicious orgasm I have ever had.
Whatever Draggar lacked in technique, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. It was like he paid attention to every little sound I made to find out exactly what I liked, and when he discovered something that made me feel good, he went at it with dedication and determination.
I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t let me return the favor and at least give him a hand job. It was obvious he wanted more. I mean, his dick was so hard, it felt like a metal pipe hiding under his loincloth.
Every man I have ever had sex with would never go down on me without getting something out of it in return. So, why did he? Even now, the next morning, he’s still hard.
I glance over at the man beside me to see the material of his loincloth is tented slightly over his still erect dick. My mouth waters at the thought of what that small scrap of leather could be hiding.
I never thought I would lust after alien cock, but here I am. I want to know if the real thing lives up to the promise of what I felt throbbing against me last night. Because it felt like something that sex toy designers would go crazy over back on Earth.
I clench my pussy against the need I feel rising up in me and turn my eyes back to the path ahead of us. After the amazing orgasm he gave me last night, I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me. I don’t know if Draggar slept any, but when I woke up this morning, he was packed up and ready to go, only waiting long enough to check on my feet and for us to gulp down breakfast.
We’ve been walking up this narrow trail. It has a more noticeable rise to it, and as we continue up, I notice more and more boulders and ridges of rock scattered around. As we ascend, the trees have become shorter and the undergrowth doesn’t seem to be as thick, allowing me to get a glimpse of the horizon every so often.
The backs of my thighs burn as we continue to climb upward, but I push past the discomfort and keep walking. Soaking in the hot spring really helped, as did the care and mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of the big guy in front of me – and I find that even though I’m still sore and my feet ache, it’s not as bad as it was yesterday.
The rumble of thunder echoes in the distance in front of us, and not for the first time, I hope we manage to avoid the storm.
Draggar explained earlier that there’s a range of mountains that bisects the land along with many rivers and streams. By following this trail, we can bypass most of the rivers and streams that are probably swollen from the storm, but unfortunately, it’s nearly all uphill until we crest the rise. Tomorrow should be easier with most of our journey being downhill.
He explained the Tussoll rarely venture into the foothills of the mountains, and especially not into the mountains themselves. Which means the route we’re taking will hopefully avoid them, and I feel myself relaxing a little more. Draggar is more relaxed and talkative, now, pointing out various plants and animals and calling out their names to me.
So, up we go and onward towards his village.
At one point, the path we’ve been following grows steeper and cliffs rise on either side of us, leaving us exposed. He stops and picks me up in his arms, carrying me so that we can move at a much faster pace. His gaze is even more alert as he scans our surroundings looking for any possible threat until we leave that section. He offers to keep carrying me, but I shake my head and use hand motions to make it clear that I want to walk.
He seems to be in more of a hurry than he was before, but even so, he still shortens his stride so that I don’t fall behind and we stop frequently for breaks. He’s told me that we should arrive at his tribe’s village sometime tomorrow, and I’m a little nervous about meeting more aliens. What if they’re not kind like him?
I’ve tried to ask what is so important at his village, but he doesn’t seem to understand my question even when I use hand gestures to try to get my meaning across. I really wish there was a way for him to understand me. My want – no, my need – for us to be able to communicate completely, for all our conversations to not just be one-sided surprises me. I don’t know why it matters so much, but it does.
I focus on repeating the words of things we pass along the way using hand gestures to help communicate with him. Draggar and I exchange the words in both English and his more guttural language which I learn is called Laedirich.
The big blue flowers are called marca, and they apparently produce sweet nectar that Draggar’s tribe harvests. I learn the weird looking parrot-flamingo birds are called psittas and the dinos that attacked and chased us through the jungle are tiniios, pronounced like tiny-ohs. When he told me that last one, I chuckled at the irony because they’re definitely not tiny at all.
