We lie down and I guide him to my entrance, already swollen and slick from the bath, the walk, and the sheer heat of him. The first press of his blunt head makes me gasp. It’s still a stretch, still that delicious edge of too much, but I’m so ready my body opens for him almost greedily.
He sinks in one long, slow glide.
I moan, loud and unashamed, the sound swallowed by the jungle. The ridges drag along every inner wall, lighting me up from the inside. He’s deeper than last time, hips flush to mine, and the smaller cock nestles perfectly against my clit—velvety, curved just right, its broad tip rocking with his first shallow thrust.
“Sweet Deep,” he growls, forehead pressed to mine, breath hot against my lips. “You feel… like home.”
I can’t answer with words. I just arch up, nails raking down his back, urging him faster. He obliges and his thrusts turn harder, less careful. The wet slap of our bodies is loud in the quiet clearing. Water still drips from his hair onto my breasts; I feel it trail between us, mixing with my own slickness. The sun warms my skin and makes every sensation brighter.
The smaller cock strokes my clit in perfect counterpoint to the thick length filling me. Every time he bottoms out, it presses firm and steady, circling without mercy. Pleasure coils fast, too fast. I’m already trembling, thighs shaking around his hips.
“Crat'ax… closer…”
He shifts his angle, grinding deep, the ridges catching just right. I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, sudden and blinding. My inner walls clamp down hard around him, pulsing, milking every thick inch. He groans, hips stuttering, then drives in one last brutal thrust and follows me over the edge. Heat floods me, pulse after pulse. His release is so copious that it spills out around where we’re joined, warm and slick against my thighs.
We stay locked together, panting, his weight a perfect blanket over me. The jungle hums around us. Sunlight filters through the leaves overhead in golden shafts. His smaller cock twitches once, twice against my oversensitive clit, drawing a soft, helpless whimper from my throat.
He kisses me then. It’s a slow kiss, deep, tasting of salt and alien sweetness.
We lie like that, with him inside, not needing to talk.
“Again?” he finally murmurs against my cheek, already going half-hard inside me.
I laugh, breathless, and tighten my legs around him.
“Again.”
- - -
I lie for a while after, drying off and listening to the water move around us. It’s a soft, living sound that makes everything else feel distant and unimportant. Several small creeks gurgle merrily as they bring cool water into the little lake. The island is really nice, and it’s a good place for the Lifegivers. They’re the most alien things I’ve ever seen, and that includes the Vyrzy aliens and anything else on Xren.
Crat'ax is warm beside me, solid and calm. His arm is draped loosely over my waist in a protective touch that I find I really like.
I study the sky through the leaves and let myself breathe. The panic from the night before feels like something that happened to a different woman. Not gone, exactly. Just distant and manageable.
“I should feel strange,” I say finally.
“You do feel strange.” He lets his hand glide up my body until one knuckle strokes a nipple, making it contract.
I smile. “Sometimes. I mean, I should feel strange about all that happened. You abducted me.”
He shifts onto one elbow, looking down at me. “But you don’t feel that way?”
I think about it honestly—about the choices I made and about how clear they felt. “No,” I say. “I feel good. Which is even more strange, maybe.”
His eyes twinkle. “Strange can be good.”
“It can,” I agree. “Really good.”
That makes him laugh. It’s a rough-sounding laugh, like it hasn’t been used much for light things. He presses his forehead briefly to mine, then rolls away and sits up, stretching. Morning light catches the purple striping along his shoulders. Everything looks gentler in daylight. Including him.
Reality nudges its way back in. Theodora flickers through my mind. But it’s a thread I refuse to pull too hard right now. I will go back to the saucer the first chance I get. I can’t go alone,and Crat'ax can’t get away right now. Also, I should make up my mind about whether or not this tribe is a place I want to stay. Only then can I give a proper recommendation to Dorie.
“You are thinking far away,” Crat'ax says.
“Not that far away,” I reply. “Just about my friend. Dorie.”
He nods, accepting it without pushing. It’s a small thing, but I like it.
