He groans, the feathers shivering as his wings shudder around us. "I want to give that pleasure to you," he tells me, fervently. "I want you to spill your female seed into my hand and someday, we might join our seed in one pot and create a youngling together-"
Wait. What? "Whoa, whoa,whoa," I say, my hand coming up to rest on the solid bicep of his arm that's currently delving into the water between my legs. He stills his movements just as I'd wanted him to, and I take a breath. Never had I thought that I'd have to give a grown man - a grown man who up until a second ago was carefully stroking my clit - the birds and the bees talk. "Is that how you think babies are made? Body fluids mixed together in one of those seed pots you guys have?"
His brows draw together, and his growling suddenly stops. "Is it not?"
I shake my head with a smile. "No, baby." I'm not quite sure where the term of endearment came from. Snaking my hand back down to where his fingers are still paused on my clit, I guide him further down my sex. "First," I say, almost in a whisper, "your cock goes here." Rynn licks his lips, his gaze intent and scorching, but I'm not sure he fully understands as his fingers stay at my entrance. "Push inside me, baby." At that, his eyes widen as I put pressure on his knuckle and bear down, urging a single thick digit to slip inside me.
Rynn makes a strangled sound before the purr in his chest starts to rev up. "Zahreenah," he rasps, my name coming out in a rushed exhale. "This-... you would... you would take my cock...here?"
I nod my head and holding his wrist, guide that single thick penetrating finger slowly in and out, squeezing my muscles around the digit too. Rynn's groan of realization is so base, so animalistic I think he's on the verge of lifting me up and positioning me on his cock to test out this new knowledge he's just acquired. The mental image of his strong arms lifting me and just fucking me right here in the river with his men not so far away does something to my insides, causing a small moan to slip from my lips. Rynn slowly finger-fucking me in exploration as he purrs deeply isn't helping either.
"I cannot imagine how good that would feel," he grits out, "would it... would it bring you pleasure also?" His voice is so hoarse but laced with so much hope, I can't help myself. My hands reach for him, moving his loincloth out of the way to reveal his very eager, very large, and surprisingly beautiful cock. I don't know why I'm surprised that he has skin-stars here too. I can see them, just beneath the surface of the water, dotting and twinkling up his impressive shaft in lined patterns, leaving the crown bare of twinkles and jutting out of the water. I wrap both hands around him, finding him hot and hard and... ringed with ridges beneath the warm skin. Oh, that's-... that would feel-...fuck!
Rynn hisses and stills completely at my touch, that soft purr pausing momentarily before returning with vigor making me feel even more bold. "Yes, it would feelverygood," I tell him, stroking up and down his cock. The girth of him is so thick, my fingers barely meet where I hold him, but I feel those ridges ringing his length. "With an impressive cock like yours," I murmur, "I imagine you'd fill my pussy so very nicely."
"I want that," Rynn says in a quick, strangled voice, his eyes screwed up tight as he holds his breath. "I want to fill you, my mate." His eyes pop open and find mine, the desire burning so bright in him that it only serves to excite me even more. "Will you let me have you?"
"Maybe," I tease, my hands still working his huge cock. Honestly, I've never had sex with a guy as big and as impressive as Rynn and the thought is equal parts daunting and thrilling. "You would have to prepare my body to take you first. Just like how you got my nipples all hard, you would need to get my pussy nice and wet for you."
Rynn swallows. "This," he starts, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of me for emphasis, "is your pu-say, yes?" I nod a little dumbly. "And me...eatingit would make it wet?"
I can't help the grin on my lips. "Licking, kissing and a little sucking would do the trick, yeah. And, uh... you can call it mycunt." I'll never admit to it, but filthy words justdo itfor me and if I'm going to be doing dirty things with my alien, I don't want to be on the verge of giggles every time he tries to say the word pussy.
"Zahreenah," he breathes, screwing his eyes shut again as I continue to play with his cock. "I would very much like to do that...I... I want to put my mouth on any part of your body that you would allow. Let me... let me eat your cunt, my mate. Please-"Fuck!The way he grits out those dirty words as I touch him is just delicious. Rynn begins panting and I can't help but hasten the pace of my strokes. He groans and shudders in pleasure. "Zahreenah, I-" Oh, I know where this is headed. He might be a mighty warrior alien, leader of his tribe, and fierce apex predator of this planet, but Rynn is a virgin. A big, powerful, sexy as fuck virgin, who makes me feel like he thinks of me as a blessing from his Goddesses. I'm not used to that feeling and the sensation is a heady one. He would probably let me doanythingto him and he'd still make sure that whatever he did with my body was something I wanted.
"It's ok, baby," I coo at this huge alien warrior. His touches on my body have stilled now and I think maybe the sensation of having my hands on his cock might be a bit too much for him. "You can come, Rynn," I tell him softly, my hands picking up speed, the upper one giving the tip of him a little squeeze each time it passes over it, his cock-head straining out of the water making every movement of mine cause a rhythmic sloshing sound. His face looks strained, the muscles in his jaw working and it dawns on me that maybe he doesn't want this to end so quickly. So, I slow. And then I lean impossibly closer and whisper, "spill your seed for your mate."
Andthatseems to do the trick.
Rynn finishes with a loud snarl, his cock pulsing in my hands and his body tensing as he paints my stomach and chest with his cum. And... it justkeepscoming. I've never seen a guy come so much or so hard. I can now believe that these Trixikka males are capable of filling those seed pots in one session. I'm practically covered. And it's sparkly, which kind of makes me want to laugh. But Rynn's looking at me so very earnestly, panting as he comes down from his high, cock still twitching beneath my touch. "Zahreenah," he whimpers, "pleaseteach me to give you pleasure like that."
Chapter 21
RYNN
I am in a daze like no other. Never have I felt such a feeling. First, My Zahreenah allows me to see her magnificent body. Truly, the Goddesses have blessed the males that get to look upon their females. I already knew that the bodies of our females were distracting, enticing, and mesmerizing to look at, but once they shed their coverings? A naked female could bring even the most savage Trixikka Protector to his knees. Her teets are all at once, soft, full, and heavy. They feel so good in my hands. And when her pink nipples tighten and harden it apparently means I have pleased my mate with my touches too. Then, she allowed me to touch her sacred cunt and my head must have emptied of all thoughts at that exact moment because never had I imagined touching someone to be so exciting. She is not just anyone though, she is my mate, and touching her and being touchedbyher has given me more pleasure than I think I have ever experienced in my entire life.
Even now, as I meet with my tribesmen, my head is still filled with the sensations of having her soft female hands around my cock and the image of her covered in my seed. Distantly, I wonder if I should feel shame that the sight inflames me so very much? Zahreenah hadn't seemed to mind, but shehaddipped back down into the waters and washed my seed and my scent from her skin fairly quickly. The revelation my mate revealed had stunned me - that she would take my cock actually into her body, into that sacred place between her legs where my finger had met with an incredibly snug, soft warmth? Just the thought of feeling that sensation around my cock is enough to make me hard. And I do not want to get hard when I'm meant to be meeting with the tribe.
But then I'm reminded of how my Zahreenah had reached up on her toes to place a swift 'kiss' to my cheek once we were out of the water and she had her coverings on again, shielding those wonderfulteets from my view. She'd promised to share my nest with me this night. I cannot wait. I plan to put my mouth on her as many times as she'll allow me to. And after she had explained that sons and daughters are not made from mixing seed in a pot, but a female allowing a male to spill his seed actuallyinsideher sacred cunt, I've been able to think of little else since.
"High Spear," Aloryk says with a bowed head, pulling me from my tantalizing thoughts of filling my Zahreenah with my seed. He hands me a lit torch and walks beside me as I near the others of my tribe gathered in the clearing before the temple.
"Where is Mavyx?" I grunt, my tail flicking behind me. As my Second Spear, he is normally the one to stand by my side at meetings such as this.
Aloryk grins with all the excitement of a young Protector. "He is with the females. He wanted to watch over his mate."
I frown at that. Before leaving the village, I had instructed a more than healthy number of capable Protectors to remain, overseeing the safety of the females. I've no time to ponder it further however, as I near the gathering, my tribe greet me with the rhythmic thudding of their spears butting into the ground. Coming to a stop, I stand in front of my tribe and spread my wings wide to usher their silence and command their attention. I do not miss the way some of my males eye my heart-stars with longing on their features. Perhaps their time will come. I hope for as many of my males to experience the happiness of finding their mate as possible.
"My people," I say in greeting, "by now, most of you will have heard the news from our visit with Zarriko's tribe. They have found three females and like us, continue to hunt for the two remaining as well as the sleeping females." There's a murmur amongst the males but they quieten when I begin to talk again. "After scouting the area of a strange beast's carcass, we have reason to believe that mimyckah have taken the sleeping females." Many of the males before me curl their lips back, baring their teeth, grips tightening on their spears and tails swatting back and forth behind them with agitation. I take the opportunity to fold my wings at my back, a show of non-concern. "We will find them, and we will destroy the mimyckah who dare touch these females who have been sent to us by our Goddesses." I scan the faces looking back at me. I see determination and a lust to spill mimyckah blood. Good, I will need that eagerness in the days to come. "Also, I have entered into an agreement with High Spear Zarriko. Both our great tribes now protect females not of our Temples. I have been granted a mate, a gift I will treasure dearly for the remainder of my days. I hope for as many of you to experience this gift for yourselves, as does Zarriko with his tribe. We have agreed that our two tribes must meet on the morn of a four-moon night. This will give you all the chance to spend time with Zarriko's tribe's females to see if your heart-stars might ignite." There are excited murmurs after learning this, the bloodlust for the mimyckah all but forgotten.
"Will this mean that High Spear Zarriko's males will meet with our females also?" someone asks from amongst the crowd.
I suck in a breath. "Yes."
"But they areourfemales!"
"I do not like this."
