Rykker moved fast overtaking her and rushing ahead to the downed craft. He quickly made his way to the far side. He returned just a minute later, his face grim.
“Do not look inside,” he said flatly. “There were no survivors.”
“But the ship?—”
“Its hull tore open on the other side.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as sobs unexpectedly wracked her body.
“It’s not fair.”
“I know.”
“They should have been free, not dead.”
“They should have.”
“I hate this stupid planet. And I hate those stupid Raxxians!”
Rykker said nothing, just holding her tenderly as long as she needed.
They trekked away from that location several miles, following the river until they found an area they could safely cross. The timing was good as it was finally really getting dark. Much longer and they’d have been stuck on the wrong side of the water. It was far less likely they would run into any threats once they crossed.
The crossing was quick and uneventful, and Rykker made them a cozy little campsite out of the bark of a strangely soft kind of tree layered atop fresh-smelling leaves. All told, it was quite nice, and that, along with the impromptu meal of berries and an odd tuber he dug up and rinsed in the calm pool at the river’s edge, set Olivia’s spirits in a much better place.
Rykker looked at the backs of his hands and arms with a bit of disgust. “You know what? I for one could really do without sleeping with Raxxian blood on me. I’m going to wash off.”
“I’ll come with.”
“You don’t have to. You’ll be safe here.”
“I know. But I think it would do me some good too.”
Rykker wasn’t about to object. “Very well. Come.”
He took her by the hand and led her to the calm water shielded by a little rocky outcropping that formed a nice eddy for them to bathe in. He shed his clothes without hesitation, dumping them in the water to soak while he rinsed his gorgeous body clean. Olivia had experienced his oral skills already, but she hadn’t taken the time to truly admire the amazing cock hanging between his legs. He was hung, all right. Possibly even more than Arkness.
Olivia stripped as well, the cool water and cool air making her skin tingle in a delightful way after the day’s exertion. She began rinsing off, watching him bathe, aroused at the sight of him in the dim light. But something was off. His back looked different. She moved closer and realized what it was.
He had large thorns the size of her thumb jammed into his flesh. It must’ve happened when he backed her into the thorn bush to avoid the Raxxians. He’d put himself in between her and the thorns and hadn’t said a word about it. And he’d been suffering them all day, his focus keeping her safe rather than his own injuries.
“You’re hurt. Why didn’t you say something?”
“They are nothing. Protecting you was the priority.”
“Well it’s not nothing if those get infected. Come here.”
He obliged, turning and crouching in front of her. Olivia gently began pulling the thorns out, massaging the wounds until the blood flowed, doing what she could to ensure he didn’t get an infection. There were only six of them, she was glad to find, buteven after she had removed them, her hands kept running over his thick muscles, guided by a mind of their own.
Rykker’s head rolled slightly as he let out a contented groan. She felt his skin grow hotter under her touch, her own body reacting in kind. Olivia slid her hands over his shoulders and down his broad chest, cupping his pecs before sliding her hands lower over the rippling muscles of his abdomen.
Her hand grazed his cock, standing at attention in the fresh water, straining for her touch. So close his pheromones filled her nose, making her pussy pulse with fierce heat, her nipples hard against his hot back. She looked down, noting he had already stopped bleeding. Apparently, his kind mended exceptionally fast.
Am I really doing this—she started to wonder when he abruptly turned, locking lips with her, his hands grabbing her firmly and pulling her close until she shuddered with unbridled want.Yes, she was doing this, and it was wonderful.
Rykker picked her up and carried her from the water to their makeshift bedding, gently laying her down atop it. His hands moved with expert skill, touching her just right, caressing the spots that elicited the most favorable reaction before one slid between her legs. Olivia’s body jerked as he rubbed her clit, the electric jolt running through her limbs and leaving her breathless.
She reached for him, grabbing his hefty cock firmly, coaxing pre-cum out of it with a few fluid tugs, using it to coat his length as lube then sliding her hand up and down its entirety, feeling his heart pound harder in the pulsing manhood in her grip. Olivia now knew that Rykker, like his friend, was a virgin. One trained for years in the ways of pleasing a woman.
Knowing she would be his first was incredibly hot, and she didn’t want to wait any longer to sample his glorious cock. Sheshifted her hips, guiding him to her until the head was resting just against her desperate hole.
