Page 16 of Crash Landed: The Daranthiki

Zil nodded and dropped the slime back into his pouch. Opening his arms for her, he gestured for her to come nearer. It felt strange stepping that much into his personal space, but she understood the reasoning—it wasn’t like his tongue could stretch across the distance between them. Drawn close against his chest, his warm arms circled around her, and Daisy’s mouth parted as his tongue extended and brushed her bottom lip.

The texture of it was strange. That was the first thing she noticed. It had tiny ridges along it that brushed the inside of her mouth and slid against her tongue. A startling heat bloomed brightly and unexpectedly within her before slowly slipping lower into her belly as his tongue settled into place against hers, rubbing in tiny motions that seemed to stimulate it just the way he needed it to because a sweet, tart flavor filled her mouth that tasted just like cherry pie and fresh cream on a hot summer’s day. Unable to wait for another spurt, Daisy leaned into him and sucked on his tongue hungrily.

She didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t for her body to go white-hot and quiver with pleasure as Zil growled into her mouth, his arms tightening around her. Nor for her own arousal to spike so that her sex grew soaked with her desire as she savored the sweet offering that he continued to yield to her. It was so decadent and obscene—and likely violated more than one United Earth law—and gods help her, she wanted more! And the things her imagination conjured that she wanted him to do to her became increasingly filthier and more graphic as his honey filled her stomach.

Daisy savored every bit of his essence and what it was doing to her as she greedily drank it in. She was so intent on getting every drop that she let out a disappointed moan when he finally stepped away and broke contact with her. His tongue slipped out of her mouth, leaving only a small trail of his honey on her lips that she eagerly licked away with the sweep of her tongue. She shivered and moaned a little, and it sent little curls of warmth into her belly. She felt so very, very good. Zil, however, had stiffened and shifted warily back several paces to stare at her like she was a predator that might pounce on him at any moment.

Hell, she just might. She had never experienced anything like that before! His honey was potent, far more than anything she had ever sampled on Earth or among the rare delicacies that she had savored from far-off worlds. The effect it had on her was incredible.

She wanted and needed him. The realization burned through her, illuminating recesses of her mind she had been content to ignore despite the way she had drifted to him and clung to him, taking comfort in his presence and enjoyment in his grim company. She enjoyed being with him, and now she wanted to drink from him and ride his cock until she was completely filled with him in every way. The mental picture the desire raised was unsettling and intriguing at the same time, and she wanted all of it.

Chapter 13

Zil eyed the female, his skin prickling with awareness. It had been several hours since he had last fed her. He would need to feed her again soon, and ever since her enthusiastic response the first time several days ago, he could feel his own control slipping in dangerous ways that should have been impossible for a male as modified and highly trained as him. That she seemed to become easily drunk and aroused by his offerings did not make it any easier for him. Quite the opposite, actually.

Her sweetness filled his nose, and he groaned. She was impossible, and a perpetual thorn in his backside. His tail twitched as her perfume slowly grew thicker as she came near him, her footsteps barely making a light scuffing sound on the stone, announcing every single step she took in her leisurely approach. It was nothing short of torture—not only for the way it dragged along his senses, teasing him, but because he knew by the end of it his cock would be painfully engorged, and it would take some time before going lax again.

He looked up and stared at her purely because he knew that his red eyes unnerved her. There was no reason for him to be the only one uncomfortable with this. It was a curse that he could not resist shivering when her tongue dragged over her bottom lip hungrily, his gut clenching with surprising heat. At this rate he was going to risk burning out his processors and all his circuitry. He was half-tempted to consider that it was worth it for the momentary pleasure he experienced.

“McGillin—”

“Daisy,” she interrupted, then sighed. “It’s getting tiring hearing you call me that, especially considering that it’s oddly formal for someone who has their tongue regularly in my mouth.” He froze at the shocking obscenity of her words, and the corner of her mouth hitched. “Do I surprise you, Daranthiki?”

“Zil,” he muttered with a flicker of annoyance. “And you are correct that formalities are absurd at this point, but you need not make it sound so—”

“Illicit?” she suggested with a wiggle of her eyebrows. She sighed heavily and looked around, her nose scrunching. “To be honest, you’re all I have here to keep me sane. This place is definitely not going to do it when the landscape looks like something out of an eighteenth-century fever dream of hell.” She rubbed her arms as if chilled, despite the fact that the TRS should be doing its job and keeping relatively warm despite her exposed hands and head. She was uneasy. “I swear the landscape never seems to change when one rock tower looks a lot like another.”

He grunted in agreement but narrowed his eyes on her thoughtfully. “You are trying to distract yourself with me, then? To what end?”

Her brow furrowed in puzzlement, and he suspected that she was not entirely sure what she wanted. She had been born into a position of wealth and privilege, something that he had never experienced even once in his life, not even after leaving the structure of Daranthiki society. Before losing his ship, he was comfortable, but he could never boast of buying someone so easily as she had purchased his service. He scoffed and slowly straightened from the rock he had been sitting on.

Daisy’s expression shifted to one of deepening confusion. “Where are you going?”

Planting his hands on his hips, his tail curled slightly as he slowly stretched his back before looking back at her. “The beacon tower is not going to come to us,” he reminded her as he gestured to the distant cliff-side.

She squinted at it and sighed. “We’ve been walking for days and it’s not getting any closer. Can’t we just rest for a bit? I could use a break.”

“You sleep for several hours every night,” he gently reminded her.

He was not unsympathetic. Their pace was necessarily grueling, and the terrain seemed determined to suck every bit of life out of them as the sun bore down on them for hours on end. He would have suggested that they spare themselves discomfort and walk at night, but it would take even longer since he had seen for himself just how terrible her night vision was. She started tripping on the natural obstacles protruding from the ground before the sun even sank completely beyond the horizon. Their pace suffered enough as it was. Walking at night was out of the question. Nor could he carry her the entire way, though he obliged her when the terrain became too difficult for her to navigate or if she became too tired to maintain the pace he set.

Human bodies were simply not designed for such endurance over unforgiving land without plenty of supplies, none of which they possessed.

“Do you wish for me to carry you again?” he inquired flatly.

Her nose scrunched again as she squinted at him, and she shook her head, her mouth falling into such a miserable expression that it made him ache for her in a way in which he was unaccustomed. Physical discomfort was bad enough, but he should not be feeling additional... things, much less tender emotions.

“Just feed me and we can be on our way,” she muttered.

Inclining his head in acquiesce, he turned toward her and stepped closer. She tipped her head back when he closed the space between them and focused on him with her green eyes, her pupils shrinking. She quivered, and he wondered if it was in reaction to his eyes. Surprisingly, the trace of anxiety that always rested in the depths of her eyes when he met her gaze was not there. There was only hunger, and it ignited a ravenous desire in his belly.

Eyes locked with hers, he slowly lowered his head, his tongue slipping out from between his lips. He wanted to hold her against him and mate his mouth with hers, to explore their mutual desire and pleasure. And she felt pleasure too when he was feeding her, of that much he was certain. He did not wish to be merely joining mouths just to sustain her. He wanted to do so for no other reason than to share pleasure with her. It was a dangerous thought, and one he brutally quelled as he lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue sliding between her lips.

The first tug on his tongue as she sucked it deeper into her mouth made his cock leap within his armored flight suit. She moaned softly as she sucked eagerly, and Zil felt every sweet tug straight to his cock. He could almost imagine her lips closed tightly around another part of his body as her sucking triggered the release of his sap. The first release was nearly orgasmic, and he shuddered, his hands instinctively capturing her, holding her close as she drank his essence. His cock was harder than Daranthiki andragomyne ore and his sap gushed from his tongue as if rising from his testicles. A pulse of pleasure beat through his cock and his testicles throbbed in response to the rhythmic tug on his tongue.

He growled quietly when her rhythmic sucking changed and was now accompanied by the leisurely brush of her tongue against his. His tongue curled and danced with hers as the heat of his arousal burned hotter. He rocked his cock against her, his growls growing louder and more ravenous as they clung to each other. Despite the barrier her clothing presented, his body instinctively rubbed hers with the delirious need to drive his cock into her and bury it in the tight little human hole that he knew she possessed between her thighs.

Although he was inexperienced in sexual intimacy, he was not entirely unaware of it. He had once seen a portion of an Aturian vid that depicted a male copulating with a human female. He had not paid too much attention as he had been uninterested in such exploitive media, but now that he had Daisy within his arms, that brief glimpse plagued him as he recalled just how tiny the female’s entrance had been compared to the Aturian cock trying to breach her.