Page 63 of The Warrior's Oath
After that, they continued on their way. The trail was clear enough for Korvin, and the mud had dried and hardened at this point, preserving the footprints for his skilled eyes. There was no rain on the horizon, so when the inky darkness of night fell it seemed they would be able to bed down with the confidence they could resume their pursuit in the morning.
Korvin led them to a small stream as the last light faded to clean the blood and dirt from themselves. They then dried off as best they could and ate a cold meal, not risking a fire. After that they disposed of the remnants of their food by burying it all, then washed off their hands and headed back toward the trail away from the water where it would be a little warmer that night.
Without the benefit of a fire, it would likely get a bit chilly, and Nyota found herself wet at the thought of feeling his hot body radiating its warmth onto her as they slept.
Or while they were awake.
The stirring heat in her belly had been growing steadily, spiking every time he came closer. Pheromones, survivor’s attraction, whatever it was, she wanted him. Needed him. And despite his stoic behavior, she noticed the glances the sexy alien was casting her way, along with the bulge he was trying to hide in his trousers.
Korvin found them a secluded spot near a downed tree, then quickly arranged some fallen branches to provide them proper shelter and windbreak. After layering branches and leaves thickly, it was almost as good as a tent by the time he was done. A tent that would not only help keep out the cold but also keep in any sounds. Perfect for a night in hostile territory.
“So, this is where we sleep?” she asked as he laid out the auto-inflating pads that would keep their bodies safe from the chill of the ground and the poking ends of any loose sticks or rocks.
He surveyed the area with a satisfied nod. “This will do. We are well protected here.”
Nyota could feel his heat standing so close to him, smelling the manly aroma of his clean, musky sweat wafting from his body. Her mouth watered a little and her legs shifted, rubbing together. It was intoxicating. Distracting.
“So, it’s still early,” she said, moving close, pressing up against him.
Her body sparked with joy at his touch, absorbing his heat while her runes sang with wonderful energy. She nestled her head into the welcoming scent of his chest, her hands sliding into his trousers without her even realizing what she was doing.
This was right. This was good. And it was so natural she didn’t feel a single conflicting thought in her body.
She squeezed his hardening cock firmly, pulling it up so the tip jutted above his waistband, tugging gently as the pulsing ridges swelled in her hand. Korvin groaned, then made a feeble attempt to push her back.
“I cannot.”
“You can. You should.”
“No. It is not right.”
“Itfeelsright to me. And to you too, from what I can tell,” she replied squeezing a little harder and coaxing a droplet of pre-cum from him.
He gasped, swallowing hard. “No, I must not. My honor—I am duty bound. I am your protector.”
Nyota looked up at his gorgeous eyes, a lustful gleam in her own. “No, you aren’t,” she said, her desire clear and raw. “You saved my life back there. The debt is repaid. We’re even now.”
“But—” he tried to protest.
“No buts. That excuse is long gone.”
Nyota was not taking no for an answer. Her body was positively vibrating with arousal and there was no way she was not getting what she wanted. It was so unlike her, giving in to raw desire, but the glowing heat had spread from her belly, and she was positively dripping wet, her clit engorged with want, her nipples hard and sending jolts of pleasure through her every time they moved against him.
Korvin put his hand on her shoulder and half-assedly tried to push her away. Nyota replied by pulling his cock free of his trousers and sliding to her knees, taking his length into her mouth in a single movement before he could protest further.
He was already hard, his impressive manhood firm from her touch. But now, as her tongue swirled across the ridges on his cock, teasing more of that salty, delicious pre-cum out of him, she felt him swell even more in her mouth. His arousal made hers even more intense, his every pulse in rhythm with hers as she sucked him deep, sliding her lips over the ridges, each of them quivering as she pushed his cock to the back of her throat.
She’d never been able to do that before, especially not with someone so big, but her gag reflex somehow seemed to shut down, her mouth and throat receiving him as if every inch was bringing her as much pleasure as she was to him.
Nyota’s hand gently cupped his hefty balls as she worked her mouth on his cock, coaxing him to steel-bar hardness. His pulse was pounding under her lips, the heat delicious in her mouth. She felt the rune on his pelvis tickle her nose, the design gently churning, glowing ever so slightly as she increased her pace.
She felt his balls tighten, drawing closer to his body.
“Mmm. Give it to me,” she begged, pulling her mouth free just long enough to make her wants clear before taking him back deep into her mouth with the gusto of a starving woman promised a glorious meal.
He groaned, his fingers in her hair. She reached around and grabbed his ass, feeling the chiseled muscles contract hard as he spurted a massive load of hot cum across her tongue, his body trembling beyond his control. Whether it was pheromones or something else, the taste, the sensation, sent her over the edge as well, a climax of her own surprising her, making her body shake as she sucked down every last drop.
Nyota licked her lips greedily. He was delicious. Salty, manly, and perfect. She looked up at him as she licked the underside of his cock, teasing out the last droplets of cum and sucking them off the head with a wet smacking sound.
