Thankfully, I was spared further embarrassment by us arriving at our destination as the Gray-Greens had ridiculously fast shuttle transport times that I refused to even think about. It never felt like we moved and there wasn’t any bumps and thumps and that was good enough for me. The door opened and our Gray-Green Guide opened a hidden storage compartment and passed out several of the fur lined cloaks Gree-Gree’s people favored. Well, my people now too, I supposed. We each took one, and filed through the open doorway and down the ramp. Our guide hadn’t been kidding when he said they’d land us fairly close. I could see the opening in the mountain a very short walk away indeed. I grasped Gree-Gree’s hand and started off. I’d been lusting over him for days and days and now I was very close to having him.
“Home sweet home,” Patrick said from behind us. “I’ll be glad to get inside in front of a warm fire. Hey, do you think since we’re staying they’ll give us our own homes?”
“Chief Grishk will see to it that arrangements are made,” I heard Hroash reply.
“Ho!” the guards called out as reached the mouth of the cave. “You come in a grak of the Sky Gods! Plintr has run ahead to notify Chief Grishk. We were not expecting you back for many days, and never with such an esteemed arrival.”
Rimbet moved around us. “We were granted use of the portal s the Sky Gods were expecting us,” he said. “They were so pleased with us, that they gave the hoomuns all of the words so that they may speak with us and brought us back as we are being granted the honor of our own portal.”
Both guards gaped at us in amazement.
“Truly?”
“It is as he says,” our Gray=Green guide replied, entering the passageway. “Come, take us to your village. We would like to get started so we may finish up without delay and return home.”
“Gree-Gree and I are going home now, as it happens,” I announced, tugging at his hand impatiently.
“My Rah-bee now knows we are mates and is eager for the claiming,” Gree-Gree informed everyone proudly as he moved forward to walk with me. “Please tell Chief Grishk if he wishes to speak to me, it will be tomorrow.”
I tuned out the comments being made at his words, hurrying along.
“I could get us there faster if I carry you,” Gree-Gree said and I shook my head.
“Nah. I know it’s not far.”
“Okay, as you wish, my Rah-bee.”
Of course, it turned out to be farther than I’d thought. I wasn’t sure if that was because he’d carried me in before, or since I was getting hornier by the second as I thought about how good his large cock would feel splitting me open, drilling into me as it pegged my prostate. Probably a bit of Column A and a bit of Column B, most likely. No matter, as we got there in the end and as he opened the door, I began shrugging off my cloak, my hand hurrying to the ties holding my pants up, while trying to simultaneously kick off my boots. Which, me being me, meant I fell over and landed on my ass with a thump.
“Rah-bee!” Gree-Gree exclaimed. “Are you alright?”
“Just my pride is hurt a little.” And my butt was probably going to have a bruise thanks to the hard floor but I wasn’t going to admit that just now in case he decided that meant I needed coddling and not a jolly good rogering. I pulled my boots off while still sitting there, tossing them off to one side before standing up to disrobe the rest of the way.
Gree-Gree accepted my answer, closing the door which was still open, leading me to be grateful that no one had walked by just now to witness my clumsy attempt at stripping.
“I will stoke the fire,” Gree-Gree said, moving to do just that. I shivered, because now that he’d mentioned our source of heat, I registered the chill and how it made my nipples harden.
“I’ll meet you on our furs,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant and to walk with a sexy swing of my hips. I probably looked drunk though, as I put in a bit too much oomph into it, causing my dick to sway and my balls to swing. Damn it, my friends were right. I was not a talented flirt. No matter. We were both a sure thing and I was definitely good at the sex part. I could bottom like a champion and give head like there was an Academy Award in it for me.
Academy Awards… “Damn it! I’m going to miss seeing those this year!Fuck! I was really hoping to see if Peter Hollingsworth won Best Actor or not.”
“What is the matter, Rah-bee?” came Gree-Gree’s worried voice from the front room. Oops. I’d spoken English again as I was talking to myself. I needed to be more mindful and figure out who to choose my language of choice on purpose instead of by reflex.
“Nothing!” i reassured him as he appeared in the bedroom doorway, already naked, having taken care of adding to the fire and disrobing. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock standing proudly erect, a bead of fluid pearling at its tip, all but begging me to lower myself onto my knees and lap it up.
“Rah-bee?”
“I need to taste you,” I rasped. “May I?” I licked my lips.
Thankfully, it seemed he understood what I wanted. I hadn’t been certain his people gave head.
“I would like that very much,” he replied, going over to his cabinet and removing a jar he brought over to our furs. He motioned for me to lie down so I did, and then he positioned himself over me, his dick bobbing, brushing my lips. My tongue darted out as I grasped it in my hand, and Gree-Gree leaned his head back as he groaned to show his enjoyment. I opened my mouth, greedily sucking on the head. It was fat enough that my mouth was stretched and I hoped he knew to prep me well. If that pot held what I thought it did, there’d be no problem loosening me up. My hole throbbed at the thought of his fingers pushing into me, sliding in and out, and scissoring me wide.
I spread my legs and whimpered, wanting him to feed me his cock, the soft velvet of it almost familiar, but not quite thanks to the difference between our species. To my disappointment, Gree-Gree pulled back.
“That’s enough. I want you so much that I am afraid I will spill my seed far too soon if you continue.”
He moved back onto his haunches, then picked up the jar and removed its stopper. He scooped out a viscous substance that definitely resembled some kind of lube. I raised my knees, opening myself to his gaze.
