Chapter 14 - Aloryk

That was-

Fuck.

That was… divine .

My head tips back and I let out a quiet groan as my hand strokes at my cock. I need to be quick so that I can get back to my Polly, but I could not deny myself relief for much longer. As soon as I lick along my lips, I spill against the tree - painting it with my seed with the taste of my female's cunt on my tongue.

Tucking my cock away, I make my way back to Polly. When I find her, the expression she wears only serves to give me pause. She has pulled her coverings on again and she had been gathering wood for a fire by the looks of things. But when she heard my approach…

I did not much like that look in her eye.

What is it? Worry? Embarrassment?

I am reminded once more that to me, the experience of putting my mouth to her beautiful cunt was wonderful - an act I had performed on my female in many a dream.

To Polly, it was a necessity to rid her of discomfort brought on by the stonecock flower.

Absently, I glance down at my chest - a chest still barren of the heart-stars that I know will appear soon. They cannot come soon enough in my opinion. Maybe then my Polly will feel more secure and welcoming of our matehood.

"Thank you for…" her quiet voice trails off as I look at her standing there, wringing her hands together. "… helping me. "

I want to tell her it was nothing but a pleasure for me to help her that way - that I am ready and very willing to help her all over again as often as she would like.

But that's just the thing; I licked her cunt because she needed me to, not because she wanted me to.

Matehood is a lot more complicated than I first anticipated.

"There is no need to thank me," I tell her - perhaps a little more gruffly than I had intended as I adjust my still-swollen cock. "You were in pain, and I was happy to aid you." I wince at my own words and then make myself busy by taking over in building a fire.

There is silence while I work. It is not comfortable.

Chaz-Titi had given teachings to myself and other tribemales about matehood acts. Her teachings were very clear; nothing is forced upon the females without consent.

But when Polly's consent - or pleadings - come from a place of pain rather than pleasure, everything feels a little… strange. Are we to pretend that I did not just make her belly quiver and her thighs shake with my mouth on her cunt?

Am I to pretend that I did not enjoy every amazing second of it?

"I didn't find any of the flowers that help with your pain," she says in a soft, apologetic voice.

I shrug and let out a grunt. I had not forgotten the pain or the state my body is currently in, but making my female reach her peak of pleasure while she rode my tongue was a very effective distraction.

Soon, the fire is popping away merrily and this day's twin suns are beginning to contemplate slumber. I keep my eyes on the flames while Polly eats the small cache of fruits we have gathered. She has not said anything yet, but I am all too aware of the growing delicious scent of need coming from her.

The anticipation of my mate asking for my assistance again is the only thing keeping my mind from the throbbing pain in my shoulder and wing.

She makes a frustrated little sigh and from the corner of my sights, I can see her fidgeting restlessly. When I finally look up to her, I regard the stubborn set to her jaw and the determined crease to her brow. She is done with the fruits, has drunk her fill from my waterskin and is sitting with her eyes screwed shut while her arms hug her knees to her chest. Her face is dotted with perspiration. My female is still trying to suffer through it all.

"What are you thinking of?" I ask, unable to help myself.

"Oh, you know," she starts to answer, her eyelids still determinedly closed, "just disgusting things like overflowing sewage works and those scary chimp-monsters. Or sad things like abused animals and-" her words falter and I watch as she swallows uncomfortably. Still, her eyes remain closed. "And… one of the worst days of my life."

I frown to myself and ask, "the day you were taken from your home?" It is a guess, but a good one, I think. I can only imagine what it must be like to be ripped from everything you've ever known. From talks with the other females, I have gathered that their homelands and Trixikka lands have many differences.

Her eyelids scrunch. "No," she admits, letting out a long breath. "The day my dad chose his other family. After years of not thinking of it at all, it seems to be the only thing keeping thoughts of sex at bay."

I do not fully understand the admission, but the raw, dry sound of her voice felt like it had stuck me with a gutting blade. I move to sit beside her. She doesn't look at me, or open her eyes, but her back straightens so I know she can sense my nearness. The glow of the firelight bathes her mishi-colored hair and profile in gold, and I cannot help but stare at this perfect female brought to me by my dreams.

She is trying to distract herself from the effect the pollen is still wreaking upon her body. I wet my lips at the thought of her needing me in that way again. But first, she is seeking distraction. "Do you want to tell me about any of it?" I will not press her, but I one day hope to learn everything there is to know about my Polly. Her good, and bad days are mine to keep as well now… if she will accept me.

A zing of pain jolts my wing joint at the thought.

Polly's hips start shifting and rotating where she sits as though seeking a rhythm of friction against her cunt. In fact, I'd wager my best spear that that is exactly what she is doing with her eyes still closed and her lip caught between her teeth.

"Not particularly," she grinds out before her words taper off into a frustrated whimper.

I lean close to her, lightly nudging our shoulders. " Use me, little female."

Those are the words that make Polly still, and her eyes finally blink open.

"I can help you with this -" I gesture to her with an open palm while clearing my throat, "- distraction you are attempting, or you may have my mouth again. Whatever you wish."

Polly's eyes drop to my lips and I watch as her throat works down a swallow. "I… uh…" she continues to stare at my mouth before shaking herself, closing her eyes to me again. "I think I can ride this one out. I think… I think it will just go away this time."

My eyes fall slowly down her frame, noting the way her hips have started to grind again.

I do not think she can ‘ride this one out', as she says. But I will not press the issue.

"Alright," I tell her, adjusting my swollen cock again as I try to ignore the scent of Polly's growing desperation. "But my offer is there. It always will be."

Snorting, Polly shakes her head. There's a downward-turning smile on her lips but she's still entertaining that swiveling motion and refuses to open her eyes. "These last few days have been so fucking weird. Abduction, aliens, evil sex flowers-" her brow creases in concentration as her hips grind harder, "- and now I'm being offered incredible oral sex on tap."

I cannot help the grin as I lean closer to her. I do not understand every word, but my mind did latch onto one particular part. " Incredible ?" Her spine straightens as though the sound of my nearness had sent a jolt through her body. "You would rank my cunt licking as highly as that, little mate?"

When Polly's brows knit together and she lets out a low groan, all teasing drains from my mind. She is trying so hard to fight the pain and I am an idiot for goading her. She has not accepted our matehood yet. To her, this isn't enjoyment, it is an embarrassment.

"Polly," I urge, trying to make my voice soft. "Let me help you. Not for any goal but to ease your pain." I watch as she shakes her head, sweat beading on her upper lip. Goddess, she is trying so hard to fight this. "I do not think it is going away any time soon. In fact, I think the urges will get stronger like they had before when you begged me. Let me help you," I swallow, not really liking the taste of my next words. "Let me help you, not as a mate, but… as a friend."

Something in my heart thudded painfully at the notion that Polly could be anything other than my mate, the other half of my everything - mine .

Slowly, she cracks open her eyes to regard me. She looks so tired, and confused, and just… resigned. "What, like… platonic pussy eating?"

Before I get a chance to ask Polly what her words even mean, she's shaking her head again and taking a deep breath. "You know what? Yes ," she says, starting to lay back. "I think I need your help." My eyes track her hands and the way her fingers hook into her leg coverings, starting to peel them down her body. "I need to do something at least. I can't stand the way this feels."

Polly spreads herself before me, showing me how needy she is between her legs, demanding all my attention until I hear her say in a small voice, "I'm so sorry about this."

Sorry ? She is sorry ? My chest aches for the way she had said those words. Flicking my eyes up to hers, I move myself into position and I take my first, long, slow lick, making her head fall back with a soft thud. "You never have to be sorry for anything with me, little female. Never ."