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Moving gently in and out of her gripping, desperate heat, I feel supernovas explode behind my eyelids on each thrust. Yet our gazes never break, even as I see starlight. Even as she gasps and her back arches.
I feel as if we have only just begun and yet her mouth opens on an inhale, distending, her hips jerk up, she fists the hides covering me and bites her bottom mouth pillow so hard I fear she will break skin, even with her blunted teeth. And then I feel the pressure. Her coresqueezingmy xora to the point of pain, making me realize with elation and with horror that the battle is not yet complete. It is a full-out war not to find my release right after hers — one that I lose.
I cover her body with mine, circling her shoulders with one of my arms so we cannot get closer. I stare into her eyes and feel her thighs tighten around my hips. My xora is bathed in the rush of her wetness and my Xanaxana explodes through me in relief just as my seed explodes into her, pumping into her core, filling her. I black out as I transcend this plane and enter another and when I come down I feel my weight settle onto my Xiveri mate below the waist, while my arms continue to support my torso.
I glance down at her face and see that she wears a shocked expression, yet one corner of her mouth is tilted up for a moment before the moment fades. I touch her cheek, watch her shiver, remember where we are and feel the chill of the outside air. Without waiting for her to react, I pull my stiff xora from her wetness and rip the coverings away from her body so I can tuck her cleanly into my suit. She is cold, and I am warm.It has nothing to do with my needing to feel her close against me. Nothing at all.
When she does not fight me and she does not protest, the Xanaxana rumbles in my chest, satisfied that this human mating tradition is clearly now complete. I cannot help but be pleased to have honored her as I gather her muddied hides and drape them over my front to provide her with extra covering, and take my human prize down the mountain to the village where my people — whereourpeople — wait, eager to meet their Xhea.
6
Kiki
Shock. It must be shock. That’s the only explanation I have as to why I’m no longer fighting. Why I’m not even running. Why I’m just…waiting.
I feel less like a human and more like a puddle, sunken into the white floor. Everything here is white. Why is it so damn white? As blank as the thoughts firing inside of me. I’ve got nothing. Nothing but a desperation not to feel like this. I’m so hot Ihurt. I hurtbad, and it has nothing to do with the cuts on my arms or the swelling bruise on my face that makes it hard to see out of my right eye and it has everything to do with the unsteady lurch of my stomach when I hear the door whoosh open behind me.
There he is. The male who carried me down the mountain. The one who tucked me into his clothes, his enormous dickdripping with my orgasm and his ownpressed against my stomach. The one who took me down into a valley of white so that we stood amidst so many glass homes that looked as if they were cut into the surrounding mountainside, and meticulously arranged.
There, we were swarmed by more ofthem. Aliens. My enemy — each and every one. So many jewel-toned faces staring in at me, and I hated the slash of fear that cut across my chest like a blade and the way I’d clung to the one the others called Okkari. I hated clinging to him the most. Because it felt way too much like need.Like safety.
Trying to fight my panic, I’d bared my teeth and met each of their gazes wild-eyed to let them know I’m not afraideven if I am petrifiedand that I don’t think anything about them but the hatred I feel coursing through my blood like a sickness. I wanted them to know I hated them and so that’s how I hoped I looked, but…they didn’t seem to care. For all my attempts at savagery, they just stared at me in awe.
Because the big purple male had unwrapped some of the bindings holding me to him, exposing my chapped and battered skin to the elements down to the neck. He’d pulled my hair, thick with mud and frost, away from my face and though he hadn’t spoken to me, he spokeofme, regaling those gathered with the tale of his Run on the Mountain as if it were ancient lore, instead of just ended.
His voice had been deep when he spoke of my cleverness, telling them how I’d marked the other women, cloaking my scent. He told them how I’d bested him.
How I’d. Bested. Him.
He told them that he hadn’t been the first warrior to find me, but when he did, I’d stopped and turned to face him and I’d challenged him with my words, daring his approach. The congregation that pressed in on us from all sides gasped at that.
He even told them…he even told them of…when my…when my insides… He even told them about my pussy clenching around his dick —the treacherous, evil bitch— robbing him of what he called hiszah-nah-zah-nahfirst mating. There had been murmured whispers, sounds of adulation, of admiration. Murmured words that, despite how hard I try to deny it, had been wreathed in respect.
My chest clenches. I haven’t ever been talked about…not like that. Because when he spoke to the people around him, he didn’t tell them about my beauty. He told them about my might.Warrior, what do you need…
And then the purple brute carried me off to his house where I sit now, fully naked except for the ruined white fur I’ve got clutched around me, covered in filth that’s mostly pink. My muscles are soup, but they’re also clenching in little spasms, lightning pulses that are telling me something that can’t possibly be true.Need. I need him again.But I’d rather cut myself down first.
Meanwhile, he just stares in at me, limitless gaze filled with a lust that I know well. It intensifies the longer he watches me and I know I need to fight it. Forcing myself to break his gaze, I quickly scan my surroundings. Like many that ringed the white valley, the front half of the alien’s home is glass while the back half is buried in a mountain made of hard black rock. Through the clear panes, I have a view of the entire village below, which is now just scattered orange lights glowing against a backdrop of shadows — and white.
The cold white falls from the sky slowly, in huge star-shaped lumps each as big as my palm.They’re stunning. What would Svera think? What would anybody on the colony think? None of us have ever seen anything like this before.
I shake my head and focus on the steps I need to take. One after the other, just like I’d place my feetif I could feel anything besides pulsing need below the waist.One. Get away from him. Two. Get away from this house. Three. Get away from this planet. I should probably find some clothes somewhere in there, but fuck it. I’ll hazard the snow if the docks are close.But where are the docks? Where are the transporters? How did we get here?
For a moment, my thoughts flash to my mother.Sitting between her legs. Her fingers yanking tangles out of my hair unforgivingly.I wince from the memory, and from the realization that I don’t have a way back to her.Does it even matter? You’ve been dead to her for rotations.
I clutch at my chest as my gaze finally lands on a small table against the far wall. A few objects lie scattered across it and though none of them look sharp enough to stab, they could be heavy…if only I could reach them. If only Iwouldreach for them.
But I don’t. I just…sit there.
It must be shock. That’s the only way to explain it.Shock doesn’t account for lust.My gaze flicks back to him.
He holds onto the frame of the door as if it’s the only thing keeping him anchored, from tearing his way forward. The muscles in his corded arms ripple and muscles I’m sure human males don’t have slither and pulse down his neck, across the plates slathered across his chest where pectorals should be. The top half of his suit is bunched around his hips and his black hair hangs in thick, mud-locked chunks all the way down his back to tickle the sharp V-indentation that starts at his abdomen and disappears below the edge of the suit where I can no longer see it.
He’s covered in strips of brown mud and darker smears of grey that Ithinkis the blood of his own kind. It covers his breadth — and he is broad. I knew they were broad. I’ve always known. But he seems bigger. More powerful. Maybe it’s because that’s how he is. Or maybe it’s because that’s how I see him after what he did…or maybe, after what he didn’t do. He’s huge. And powerful. I can’t believe I fought him. I can’t believe he felt, at any point, defeated. And I can’t believe that at no point, I did.
He took me. He took me in the way I feared the most. In the rough way I’d once been taken. In the way the red alien ruined me.
But he ruined me more.This purple alien with a single blazing streak at the front of his hairline just as white as the outside’s cold must have broken something in me when he looked me in the eyes and whispered his words, that unholy incantation, that blasphemous rite.Warrior,he called me,Kiki. He asked me if I was untried, but I…I felt it break. I felt it go.I got to try again. I got to start over.And when he took myvirginity, I hated how much I loved it. Because I loved it so much it hurt to breathe. It still hurts.And I regret nothing.
