Even after each time he’d wound me up to the height of my orgasm, he wouldn’t move from his spot between my legs so that he could lazily lap at me until I’m silently telling him that I need that magic mouth of his to take me up to the summit of Mt. Orgasm again.
Neither of us had noticed the fire die out. And I’m not sure how long ago the sun -or suns- started to rise, but Aloryk is still giving my pussy some languid attention when I hear some voices.
At first, I think that maybe all the pollen and tongue-induced orgasms have addled my brain and I’m hearing things. But then, I realize the voices are continuing, and not only that, they’re calling our names.
“Aloryk,” I whisper, squirming as I try to escape his luxuriously lapping tongue. He…growls at me, his tail flicking in warning as his arm holds me still, banded tightly across my waist and gripping my thigh.
The man just continues licking as if I were interrupting his long-awaited breakfast or something. “Aloryk!” I hiss, trying to push at his head. “Someone’s here!”
I try to close my legs - a decision that reminds me just how long I’ve been laying here with them spread open with how sore the movement makes me feel. Aloryk ignores me and growls again, his tail twining around my ankle and tugging my leg to keep me open. “It is just my tribesmates,” he tells me between slurping licks, pecks and sucking. “They will not harm you.”
“Aloryk!” I give his head one final, more forceful shove. “They might not harm me, but don’t make me kick you square in that magic mouth of yours!”
He finally relents, his head pulling up to look at me, but for the first few moments, his eyes have a hazy, intoxicated look about them, as if he’s pussy-drunk or something. I watch as clarity descends on his features and his focus zeros in on me. A self-satisfied smile curls one side of his mouth before his gaze drops down to what has been the object of his attention for the whole of last night.
I squirm under his gaze, but not just because of the intense look in Aloryk’s eyes.People are coming, and I’m over here,about to greet them…legs akimbo. “You need to let me up,” I tell him, trying to snap my legs closed again. His hold on my thighs tightens, and, if anything, he parts me further. “Aloryk!”
I really am about to make good on my threat of kicking him in his stupid, handsome face when he lowers himself slowly, all while maintaining the kind of eye-contact that feels like it’s burning me up from the inside. My mouth parts as I watch him take one last, long, slow lick with the broad of his flat tongue, making sure to claim every inch of me before issuing a quick peck of a kiss to my clit. “Finders… keepers…” he drawls in a low, growling tone, his face still so close to my flesh, I can feel the heat of his breath on me.
“Aloryk,” I breathe. I can feel my heart racing with the urge to pull away and scramble to cover myself, but I can’t look away.
Rising slowly, Aloryk’s eyes remain on me despite the sounds of help drawing closer and closer. Without even looking, he reaches for my PJ pants where they lay bunched up around one of my ankles. Taking my other ankle in his huge, warm hand, he maneuvers me, helping me into the other pants leg. I hiss at the movement, my limbs stiff from a whole night of staying in position and the multiple orgasms that had pulled my muscles taut.
Aloryk’s neck must be killing him too.Andhis injured shoulder.Andhis broken wings.
His broken wings.
This man stayed in one position all night, barely coming up for air from between my legs -all with broken limbs.
In my crazy, sex-pollen-induced frenzy, I’d forgotten about that. Heat must color my cheeks as a wave of guilt descends over me. Aloryk continues to carefully clothe my bottom half, pulling the PJ pants up my legs and then helping me to stand so that he can finish the job. “Thank you,” I say, but the wordsfeel too small for the gratitude I feel. How do you properly thank someone for… doingthatall night long?
Aloryk grunts his reply and continues dusting me off, brushing my legs down to rid me of forest debris. He has a few electric blue colored pine needle-looking things stuck to his front where he’s been laid on his belly all night, so I decide to return the favor. Brushing his skin lightly with my hand, I try to ignore how firm and taut his body is - the exact opposite of mine. It takes me all of two swipes to realize his little skin-stars are chasing my touch… and that Aloryk seems to be standing over me, holding his breath. I can’t bring myself to look up at him to meet his eye, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to brush off imaginary dirt from his skin. But when this huge man with the broken wings starts to purr over me, I can’t help but feel a warmth bloom in my chest.
“Aloryk! It is so good to see you alive, brother!”
The male voice brings me hurtling back down to who I am and where I am, causing me to flinch away from Aloryk’s huge frame like I’d just been touching fire. Instantly he steps in front of me in a protective move that I shouldn’t enjoy half as much as I do.
“High Spear Rynn,” he greets, bowing his head. I peek around his body to see another winged alien carrying a spear in his hand and a smile on his face as he approaches us. “It is good to still be alive on this day.”
The approaching alien has dark hair and turquoise eyes. He also has a constant cluster of whirring, pulsing skin-stars on his pectoral, right above where I guess his heart is.
“And who is this behind you, brother?” Rynn grins at me as he comes to a stop a few paces away, but in front of me, I sense Aloryk tense up.
It’s then that I notice the newcomer is not alone - of course he’s not, Tryk went to get a whole rescue party and it was never going to be a party-of-one.
“Do not come any closer,” Aloryk calls out to the group of big winged guys. His tail wraps around the back of my thighs possessively before it slips around the front of my right shin, hugging my calf with the twitchy, tufted tip. “My mate has been affected by the stonecock flower.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment. All these guys know exactly what that means.
“Is that what that scent we’ve been tracking is?” one of the others calls out. What scent?Myscent? It’s then that I notice most of the newcomers have their faces turned up as they inhale the air. I glance at Aloryk just in time to see him clench his jaw, the muscle there pulsing once, twice, causing a handful of tiny little skin-stars to buzz and jitter like they were fussing over that area, concerned he’s about to crack his own teeth.
“You can allstoptracking the scent now. You’ve found us,” he warns, his fist balling before he forces himself to spread and stretch his fingers. There’s a gruff, rumbling growl as he speaks, and although I think I’m mostly over the weird sex-flower’s effects now, the noise does something to my insides.
“You do not wear your heart-stars. She is not your mate.”
I don’t know which one of the aliens said the words but they set something off in Aloryk that he could no longer contain. His whole body drops into a tense defensive stance and reaches for the dagger he keeps strapped to his thigh. He shifts to block me completely and his whole demeanor screams possession as if he thinks one of them is going to rush him and steal me away. I’m about to put a calming hand to his back, right between where his sorry-looking wings sprout from his shoulder blades, but then I hear him loudly growl, “I may not yet wear my heart-stars, butI proudly wear my mate’s female seed all over my face, brother.She. Is. Mine.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he even means by the God-awful term, ‘female seed’, but as soon as I do, I’m spluttering back that ‘calming hand’ I was just about to offer. The urge to smack him rises, but his back and shoulders are covered in wounds and angry-looking bruises. I’m mad at him, but I’m not evil. Instead, I march around his stupid, huge,stupidbody and plant myself right in front of Aloryk. Glaring up at him, I shove my balled fists into my hips and glare.
