My hand encircled as much of him as I could, my touch eliciting a sharp intake of breath as I gently cupped his heavy sack. I leaned in, inhaling the musky scent of him, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. His flavor was intoxicating, a blend of spice and salt unique to his otherworldly body.
He hissed as my mouth enveloped the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the crest before sinking down farther, taking him in. His hands found purchase in my hair, not to control but to connect, to feel. I set a slow rhythm, savoring the sensation of him sliding across my tongue, the soft sounds he made adding fuel to the fire burning within me.
As I worked him with my mouth and caressed him with my hand, my own body responded in kind, desire coiling tightly within my aching core. I rocked my hips in time with my strokes, imagining his magnificent cock filling me up, stretching my sex to take his girth as the triangular ribs rubbed me in all the right places. Empty and eager for something to fill my channel, I didn’t dare take my hand away from his tightening sack, so I spread my knees and humped the air. The fabric of my dress tapping against my greedy flesh with every shameless curl of my hips.
Time stretched and contorted, the world reduced to the space we occupied, to our shared heat and hunger.
When Zikkar finally tensed, his release imminent, it was with reverence that I welcomed him, the intimate act binding us in ways words had yet to define. I peered up at him where he rested on his elbows, his expression far removed from his usual calm demeanor. He was a snarling beast, fangs out on full display as he released into my mouth.
The ferocity he presented was the little extra nudge I needed to follow him over the edge. I moaned my orgasm around his cock, my body tensing as I experienced a powerful climax without any physical touch.
Zikkar collapsed back on the cot, spent. His chest heaved as he regained his breath. I covered him with his kilt and crawled up his body.
“I never knew that was possible,” he uttered and tucked me into his side.
I giggled, loving the awe in his voice. “Well, I’m glad it was me that introduced you to it.” My fingertips danced lightly over the defined ridges of his abs. “Sorry I wasn’t ready for more.”
“Don’t apologize. I will wait for you as long as it takes.” He turned and brushed his lips across mine in a teasing kiss. “Until then, perhaps we can do more of these explosive exchanges.”
“Absolutely.”
I cupped the back of his head, tangling my fingers in the silky length of his silvery tresses, our lips moving in perfect synchronicity. Our tongues dueled, exploring and learning each other in a passionate tango. Lost in the intoxicating mix of desire and emotion, time seemed to stand still.
With his mouth pressed against mine and his arms warm around me, I surrendered to the moment, allowing myself the luxury to indulge in the unadulterated joy filling my heart.
Chapter Eight
ZIKKAR
The twin suns’ light filtered through the wavy shielding of the dome, casting a warm glow over Rowan's face as she knelt beside me in the garden. Her strawberry-blonde mane cascaded over her shoulders, and I caught myself admiring the way it caught the light, the paler strands glittering in the suns’ rays like rare silken fibers spun by the jyot mothis.
Rowan and Gia chatted as they tended the plants in the new garden. I let their voices wash over me, content in their company and the knowledge of the bond growing between Rowan and myself. Though we hadn't shared our life essence with each other and no glowing shawras had formed over our hearts, the echo of her emotions had somehow grown stronger within me after our erotic dalliance.
“Z, these plants are incredible,” Rowan said, gently running her fingers over the delicate leaves of a nascent hubi shrub. “We just planted these yesterday, but I can already tell they’ve grown overnight. The botanist in me is going crazy. I need to start a journal and track every detail. I want to know everything there is to know about plant life on Valose.”
Gia nodded in agreement, her spiraling mane bouncing as she tended the juvtic vine growing up a trellis. “If you can even keep up with how fast these plants are taking off. This little vine is already covered in tiny blooms.”
The pretty female would make Nekko a good mate. She had the same warm, exuberant personality as the vivacious warrior. I had seen the two exchange wistful glances, and I wondered if she knew his ancillary heart beat for her as mine did for Rowan.
“It’s the soil,” I replied. “Our ground keepers use ground chiksin bone as fertilizer.”
“Is that what these tiny specks of white are in the soil?” Rowan scooped a handful of rich, azure soil into her palm and smoothed through the grains with her thumb.
“Yes.”
“That’s incredible,” Rowan whistled low. “Miracle Gro’s got nothing on chiksin bone.”
As the females continued to chat, I basked in the echo of my female’s joy. Tendrils of her spirit ribboned around my hearts, taking root like the plants we were nurturing. The loss of her twin would be a heavy sadness she would carry with her always, but the rare moments where her contentment overshadowed that grief were becoming more often.
“Thank you again, Z, for my garden.”
“Once Nekko and his squad return from their mission to the crashed spacecraft, there will be enough warriors to spare for another jungle excursion,” I said and nodded at Gia. “Perhaps you will join us next time.”
“Thanks for the invite, Zikkar, but I’m not big on being a third wheel,” Gia wiped perspiration from her forehead. “Your jungle outing is more of a couple’s thing.”
Humans had such a strange way with words sometimes, it was baffling. I tilted my head, about to ask what three wheels had to do with my invitation, when Rowan spoke.
“I've been thinking,” she began, brushing dirt from her hands and turning to me. “You've spent so much time away from your own projects to help me with this garden, and I want to return the favor. Let's go to the hangar, and I can help you. I’m not tech savvy or anything, but I could hand you tools or something.”
