Page 33 of Beast Unburdened

“How long do you think?” I asked quietly, I felt sad inside but also kind of relieved. I had nothing to go back to on Earth, I’d mourn coffee and chocolate probably. And my shoe shopping addiction but those seemed small in the grand scheme of things. Not like Tori who was desperately missing her big Italian family.

“Between two and three centuries ago, before Earth became spacefaring, it was very common practice to nab humans from Earth. So much so that it’s not uncommon to still find stasis pods like yours. There’s a return to Earth program for such people… We can see if Tori would like that.”

Huh, well that was interesting. It was sort of nice to know Earth had made it out of its own solar system, that we as humans were still around alive and kicking two centuries later. Sad to think so many people had been stolen from my planet that a program like that was a thing.

“I’m sorry little one, I know how hard it is to lose your home,” Ziame offered, his tail hugging me a little tighter. He did, his home had been lost to him for three years, but he could return to it now. Was that where we would go? Once we were mated? Or were we going to stay aboard this ship and help the other gladiators? I asked him what he wanted and to my surprise, he shook his head.

“I can’t go back, I don’t know how.” It was obvious from his voice that this was bothering him. “How can you not know how to get back?” I asked. He shrugged his uninjured shoulder, “I don’t know the coordinates. My ship’s AI would know but the ship is programmed to self-destruct if I don’t return within the specified time frame. I didn’t so it’s gone.”

I remembered how he’d explained his species was super-advanced but also extremely secular. Their planet was carefully hidden so that no intrepid explorer would ever find it. I understood better now that this meant that Ziame wouldn’t be able to return to it either.

“I’m sorry Ziame, you must miss your family a lot,” I offered, and to my surprise, he now grinned at me. “It’s alright, explorers like myself are only picked because we have no ties holding us back. I found my family, it’s right here,” he pulled me to him as he spoke until I straddled his big thighs. His mouth found mine, nibbling, and licking and I let the feelings he evoked wash away our conversation.

Raising my hands I curled them around his horns for balance, leaning into his touch, rubbing my face into his throat when he let me. He smelled so good, so warm and safe. I was so lucky to have been thrown into his cell of all people, to find someone like him out here.

He leaned forward, pressing my back into the mattress and coming down on top of me. As always he was careful to keep his weight off of me, just enough to feel him right there, but never enough to feel smothered.

“I love your breasts, so soft and round,” he murmured as he moved down my body to nuzzle at them. Split tongue flicking out to lick one of the stiff peaks, instantly heat shot through my body, a sharp pang of desire tightening my pelvis. “So tasty,” he added in a growl as he switched attention to the other one. His tail had a mind of its own, sliding up my leg and steadily seeking out the slick heat at my core.

My spine curled up on a groan when it flicked against my clit, then slicked lower to press into my passage. I uncurled my clenched fingers from his horns and slid them down his shoulders, marveling at the thick muscles beneath his leathery scales. He was steadily pushing his tail in and out of me, mimicking the act of sex and I was so ready for the real thing. I tried to untangle the knots that held up his loincloth but got nowhere fast.

He chuckled softly and raised himself up from my breasts, the wetness coating the stiff peaks chilling them. My eyes caught on the gold bars piercing his own nipples, distracting me enough that I didn’t watch as he worked his loincloth off his hips. With a curious finger, I flicked against one of the bars and was rewarded with a hiss. “Do that again,” he said on a growl, his tail stilling between my legs.

I sat up, found his other nipple with my mouth, and nibbled while I flicked the first one again with my thumb. The small gold bar was warm against my tongue. He shivered, his fire-starter clicking in his throat but I wasn’t scared for even a moment that he’d hurt me.

He was done playing the next moment, his big hands gripping me around the waist to toss me back into the mattress. His mouth came down between my thighs with a growling primal sound. “Just a quick taste,” he muttered as he licked. Finding the right spot immediately, he’d already figured me out thoroughly with our earlier play and now played me expertly.

There was no hair to grab hold off, only sharp spikes that he’d flattened against his skull, but his horns made fantastic handlebars. When I felt myself getting close I held him tight, not allowing him to back away as he’d done before. Thankfully, this time he didn’t tease, instead he let me fall off the edge just as he pressed a thick finger inside of me, curling it just right.

“Ziame…” I moaned my legs dropping open from their clutched position against his jaw. Limp from satisfaction. He shifted, prowled up my body, and used his hands to palm my bottom, lifting me up. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, ears perked forward, “You still want this?”

I let my gaze slide down his strained expression, over his muscled chest and defined abs to where his thick cock was straining towards me. Yes, please. That needed to be in me asap, it was going to feel so good. But he wasn’t just asking that, he wanted to know I understood this was it, he would never let me go after this. This was the ultimate commitment to him.

“Do it. I want you,” I said. Letting him know how much I meant that by pressing my hips up towards him, hooking my heels into his firm behind. He growled, his green eyes flashing while he flexed his grip on my ass to hold me still. “Do not move.”

When I froze he gripped his cock with one hand and lined us up. I felt the heat of him against my private flesh and couldn’t hold back a whimper. Then he was pressing into me, the broad head stretching me with a slight burn until the head slipped past the tight muscle. I made some kind of strangled sound and when he paused what he was doing to check on me I clenched around him on purpose, enjoying the hiss that drew out of him.

“Move, I can take you,” I told him firmly. My eyes were glued to the sight of his cock where he stretched me open; only the head was in and I wanted him all. He re-positioned, leaning over me, and then he pressed in, not stopping until he was fully seated. When he was, he came down on his fists over me, bracketing my shoulders, and started to move.

Each push of his hips sent a jolt of heat through my core. His cock was textured just right, the scales and veins causing the perfect kind of friction. And then he brought his tail into play, the agile tip finding my clit and stroking. It wasn’t long before my orgasm crashed through me. I may, or may not have screamed his name at that point. I didn’t care.

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Ziame

Abigail was absolutely perfect as she pulsed around me. I drew out her pleasure as long as I could, struggling hard to keep myself from following her at that moment. I wanted to see her come again, wanted her to unravel and scream my name.

“Again,” I told her, told myself to hold out a little longer. Increasing my pace I leaned down to lick at her perfect, soft little breasts until she came undone around me once more. This time I allowed myself to find my own release. Growling out her name as my seed filled her.

I ignored the twinges of pain in my shoulder when I curled my arms around her and rolled us over; carefully making sure we didn’t separate. I wanted to spend forever in this moment with her. She pressed her sweaty cheek against my chest, limp and spent and satisfied. Her dark skin gleaming and her wild curly hair brushing against my chin just the way I liked.

For a long while, we said nothing and I let my mind drift in the feel of her against me and dreams of tomorrow. It wasn’t so bad a future, living aboard this ship with my Abigail and my gladiator brothers. Maybe I was more tired than I thought though because it wasn’t long before I fell asleep again.

Chapter 17

Abigail

Our flight to Strewn would take us a good two weeks and Tori and Sunder had reassured us that we had enough supplies to last us the journey. I cringed a little internally each time thinking about how that might not have been a possibility. How I could have recklessly caused us to starve by saying we’d head for Strewn. I resolved to always be on top of all these details from now on.