Page 32 of Survivor
“I love the sounds you make, zeihava,” Vraxxan murmured, his voice a low, primal growl as he licked hisglistening lips, savoring every drop as if it were the most precious nectar.
“Please, Vraxxan!“ I reached for him, my fingers desperately grasping at the hardened muscles of his broad shoulders, trying to draw him closer to my burning body. “I want... I need you.” My desire for him transcended the mere physical need for release. This was a primal, ancient force that bound not just our bodies but our hearts and souls in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire.
Vraxxan towered over me, his chiseled form silhouetted against the dim light, one hand gripping his throbbing cock. He was a vision of raw, masculine power, every muscle carved with exquisite precision, his body a testament to strength and virility. And he was mine—all mine. His smile, a blend of tender affection and smoldering desire, pierced my heart like a finely honed blade, so swift and sharp I felt no discomfort, only warmth, desire, and pleasure.
I reached up, my fingers digging impatiently into the rippling muscles of his shoulders, urging him closer to my aching core. He responded with a slow, deliberate stroke, sliding his velvet-sheathed, hard-as-steel cock along the length of my entrance, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as it grazed my sensitive clit.
“You’re so tiny, zeihava,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my very core. His eyes, dark and intense with passion, held a flicker of concern. The head of his cock throbbed powerfully as he pressed it gently against my entrance, his muscles taut with restraint. “I’m afraid I will hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I promised, my voice steady with conviction and trust. It was a truth etched deep within my soul. To prove my trust and desire, I lifted my hips, pressing against him invitingly. He responded instinctively, the head of his cockslipping inside, filling me with a mix of delicious pressure and a fleeting pinch of pain that quickly gave way to overwhelming pleasure. He was so big, so hot inside me, a perfect fit that completed me in ways I never knew possible.
I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, urging him deeper. Vraxxan’s grip on my hips tightened, pulling me hard against him as he thrust, impaling me completely. A deep, throaty moan escaped my lips, my core clamping around him like a silken vise. He shuddered with pleasure, his powerful body trembling with the intensity of our union. Seated to the hilt, he filled me completely, our bodies joined together in a dance of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Vraxxan tensed, his corded muscles taut and gleaming with a sheen of sweat, pinning me beneath his smoldering gaze. My breath hitched and quickened, each inhale a desperate gasp for air, as my body pulsed rhythmically around his throbbing length. He withdrew slightly, the cool air rushing to fill the void before plunging forward again, filling me completely.
A moan of sheer bliss escaped my lips, my head lolling back onto the pillows as he began to move rhythmically within me, each thrust deeper and more passionate than the last. His body was a landscape of perfection, each muscle carved with painstaking precision, each line a testament to his godlike strength. My arms wound around his neck, fingers tracing the hot, damp scales, exploring the valleys and peaks of his magnificent form.
“Vraxxan, Vraxxan, Vraxxan,“ I chanted, his name a sacred mantra on my lips, a prayer to the heavens.
His hips increased their tempo, each thrust more urgent and demanding than the last. I could feel the barely contained power beneath my fingertips, the tremble of his muscles as he held himself back, awaiting my climax with loving patience.
“My mate,” he growled possessively, his voice a low, primal rumble that reverberated through my very soul. His hand delved between us, calloused fingers brushing against my pulsing, swollen clit. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body convulsing around him as I screamed out his name, my inner core clutching at his thick shaft, drawing him in deeper, claiming him as mine.
With a thunderous roar that echoed through the room, Vraxxan gave into pleasure, his scalding release pumping into me in powerful jets. His body quaked with the force of it before he collapsed atop me, his weight borne by his trembling arms. His warm body enveloped me protectively, his forehead gently resting against mine, his cock still deeply embedded within me as we breathed in perfect unison, our chests rising and falling together. The sunlight had changed, becoming more golden and ethereal, and the jungle scent painted with our arousal filled the air like an exotic perfume. I couldn’t tell how long we stayed intertwined like that, but eventually, Vraxxan stirred, slowly lifting himself off me and sliding out, leaving a lingering sensation of emptiness in his absence. I moaned softly, missing his comforting weight, but he quickly drew me into his powerful embrace, wrapping me in his warmth. I nestled my head against his broad chest, lulled by the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat, like a sacred drum.
Vraxxan’s cheek rested atop my head, his breath a gentle warmth against my hair as he whispered sweet nothings, words of devotion that danced like a romantic lullaby in the air between us. I’d never felt so safe, so cherished. My body was deliciously sore and exhausted, yet I felt complete in a way I had never imagined possible. In that perfect moment, all I wanted was to remain in Vraxxan’s arms forever, enveloped by the sound of his heartbeat.
“Are you okay?” he murmured softly, his fingers weaving through my silken hair with infinite tenderness.
“Are you kidding?” I replied, propping myself up on an elbow to gaze into his mesmerizing eyes, my muscles trembling slightly from the effort. “That was…,” I paused, shaking my head, unable to find words in my vocabulary worthy enough to capture the essence of the transcendent experience we had just shared. “It was perfect.”
A wave of pride and warmth washed over his handsome expression as he cradled my face in his large hands. His teal eyes gazed into mine with such intensity and devotion that I could feel their impact resonating deep within my soul.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out like a sacred vow, each syllable a beat of my heart.
A flicker of profound emotion crossed his face. In that magical moment, Vraxxan appeared more content and happier than I had ever seen him, his eyes shining with the light of a thousand stars.
“I love you, Lucy.”
Chapter 14
Vraxxan
My zeihava snuggled against me, sighing happily as her delicate form melted into mine. The fine mist from the churning waterfall nearby caressed our skin like a whisper, a cool balm for bodies lingering with the warmth of passion. The jungle had fallen into a reverent silence, the smaller creatures and birds having retreated, startled by Lucy’s screams of pleasure.
We lay naked and entwined upon a bed of deep green moss, soft as Verdesian silk beneath our bodies. Shards of golden sunlight danced through the canopy above, painting our intertwined figures in dappled light that seemed to make her skin glow with an ethereal radiance. Only the intoxicating perfume of exotic blossoms and rich earth could compete with the sweet musk of our recent mating—a scent that marked this hidden corner of the jungle as ours alone.
We’d embarked on an early morning forage, wandering through the jungle until we found ourselves beside the cascading waterfall—our favorite place to be alone together. Lucy still felt shy about having sex in the treehouse at night, knowing my father slept nearby. I found her modesty endearing, though humans seemed embarrassed by the silliest things. My fatherwould be proud to hear our sounds of pleasure, knowing his son and a female he looked upon as a daughter were happily mated.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” Lucy sighed, letting her fingers trail along the edges of the scales covering my chest. Each touch sent ripples of warmth through my body. The moment we knew Lucy was out of danger from her injury, my scales reverted to their normal configuration, with a swathe of purple and teal running from shoulder to thigh.
“Do you mean that?” I asked, capturing her delicate hand and drawing her fingertips to my lips, savoring the softness of her skin.
“I love it here.” Lucy raised on her elbow, the molten gold in her eyes glinting like sunlight as she gazed down at me. “The tree house, hanging out with your dad. Getting to know the Peecha.”
Ever since her near-death injury, Lucy and Ceeka had formed a bond, blossoming into fast friends. Although the language barrier presented challenges, Ceeka was patiently teaching Lucy the healing properties of plants, and their shared curiosity bridged any communication barrier.
“I’m glad you like it here,” I murmured, my voice low and tender. It had been just past a cycle—or a month, as Lucy called it—since I’d rescued her from Seibring. Without being able to communicate with the outside world, we might have to stay here for many more cycles until it was safe to venture off the planet. I didn’t mind the idea of being stuck here with her, alone in our own private jungle.
