Chapter 20 - Polly

The other bird guys want undeniable proof that Aloryk and I are ‘mates'. I get that. Their culture is different to humans - if there's no special twinkles, it's not a done deal.

And, in all honesty, I think I'd like that proof, too.

The way it's been described to me, this heart-stars business means so much more than putting a ring on someone's finger and saying some vows. It's like your very soul is declaring, ‘ this one - this one is mine, and I am hers '. And what girl wouldn't like that? A huge, permanent neon sign on your man's body that stakes your claim? Maybe it's kind of primal and not at all progressive to think that way - so sue me .

My best friend, Niska was once in a long-term relationship for four years. Everyone thought they were perfect for each other and the guy was head-over-heels for her. She'd planned out their whole future only to come home from work early one day to find him very preoccupied with some platinum blond chick in their bed.

She was utterly blindsided.

Now, couldn't that whole episode of heartache be completely sidestepped by knowing, deep-down to the very marrow in your bones, that you are the only one for your significant other because his biology is literally telling you so?

Is the whole notion of having Aloryk being obsessed with me and only me kind of romantic?

Yes.

Does it douse cold water onto the flames of my insecurities?

Also yes.

I grew up watching my dad proclaim undying love for my mom.

And look how that turned out. Words and promises don't mean shit.

So, maybe me suggesting we try and coax out his twinkles intentionally was partly to save Aloryk from having a heart-attack every time some guy looks in my direction. But it was also for my own peace of mind, too.

Plus, I really wanted to suck his dick.

"I do not know what it is that we could try to ignite my stars," Aloryk admits as we enter his cozy little hut.

I turn to him, dropping his hand as I look down at the sizable bulge in his loincloth, pointing, very obviously right at me. "Really? Because I think part of you has a few ideas."

His violet eyes drop to his huge erection and then find mine. I watch him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. Oddly, this huge, dangerous guy has a way about him that makes me feel like the powerful one. I love it. I don't think I've ever felt as desired as I do when I'm with Aloryk. It gives me a confidence I never knew I had.

"Explain, female," he asks in a ragged voice, eyes shining brightly and skin-stars racing down his abs to disappear beneath his tented loincloth.

With the way Aloryk is looking at me right now, I feel like I could ask anything of him and he'd give it to me without question. It's a heady feeling, I will admit. It makes me feel bold. So, I take that boldness and use it to reach up and trace the shape of a heart over one of his broad pecs. I delight in the way some of those skin-stars that were traveling south, change course to come and meet my feather-like touch instead. "I was thinking-" I start, the tip of my finger going around and around the shape, making the stars mimic the outline of a heart right there on his chest. Aloryk pulls in a deep breath, puffing himself up as if he needed to seem even larger for me somehow. "-that maybe if we increase the amount of time that we're doing things together, we might be able to coax out those pesky heart-stars of yours."

"What… things ?" The question sounds tense - strained, and it only adds fuel to the fire of my boldness.

A purr revs up behind that heart I'm tracing and I look up at him, abandoning the shape on his chest in favor of slowly gliding my fingertips down his front, loving the way his abs jump and twitch when I give them the barest, whisper-like stroke. Hooking my fingers into the waist of his loincloth I give Aloryk a playful smirk as I tug him toward me. "I thought performing some intimate things might be worth a try?"

Aloryk swallows thickly. "You will allow me to put my mouth to your cunt again? You will make a seat of my face?"

I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of me as his purr gets impossibly louder, as if the thought of me sitting on his face is making him extremely happy. "That's what you want to do?"

" More than anything ."

God, they don't make them like him back home.

"More than anything, huh?" I ask as I begin to slowly walk backward toward Aloryk's nest, pulling him along very willingly by his waistband. Once the backs of my legs find the nest, I step up onto it, bringing Aloryk and I to a similar height. "I was wondering if you'd let me try putting my mouth on you this time?"

The purring seems to trip over itself for a moment, experiencing a little hiccup before roaring back up again.

" Yes ," is Aloryk's choked reply, his violet eyes shining as they make a map of my face. And those skin-stars of his - God , it's like they've all got minds of their own and right now, they've decided it's time to have a party. No, not a party , I think as I smile at him, smoothing my palms over his chest, across his broad shoulders and down his powerful arms, watching all the little lights chasing me as I go.

It's bigger and more chaotic than a party. It's like a festival .

And somehow, I find myself right in the thick of Festival de Aloryk , feeling just as much excitement and anticipation as he is.

"I thought I'd start here ," I say, tapping his lips with my pointer finger before swooping in for a quick peck.

Even though it was hardly a kiss at all - our mouths barely brushed each other - Aloryk looks momentarily stunned. " More ," he grunts, jerking his chin.

"More?" I say, giggling now as I move in slower this time.

" Yes, more."

The kiss starts off slowly. With a more purposeful press of our lips on my part, and careful study and mimicking on Aloryk's. The thrill of knowing this man has never kissed anyone before zings down my spine and prompts me to take his hands and place them on my body - namely, on my ass. Aloryk groans into my mouth, his purr vibrating against my boobs as I press them into his chest and he begins to give my butt an exploratory squeeze.

When I pull away to catch my breath, I'm already giggling again at the way Aloryk openly whines and tries to chase my mouth with his. "Wait," I tell him, a palm to his advancing chest. "I want to put my mouth other places too."

Aloryk's glittering violet eyes are fixed on my mouth as he dazedly asks in a strained voice, " other places?"

"Yeah," I say, grinning at him as my hand on his chest starts stroking him up and down, getting lower and lower on each slow, dipping swoop. "Like… maybe… here ?" I ask, dropping my touch to gently cup as much as I can of his erection through the hide of his loincloth.

Aloryk sucks in a shuddering breath as I continue to palm at his impressive length. " Polly ," he groans.

"Would you like that? My tongue licking up and down your-"

Aloryk jerks and makes a choked sound. His eyes are now shut tight and he's panting lightly. " Polly, " he whimpers. " Please ."

It feels like I have Aloryk almost on his knees for me right now. This huge, powerful guy turned to putty in my hands. "Is that what you want, you want me to suck your cock?"

" Ugh, fuck !" He groans, jerking and stiffening. After a moment or two, his eyes open and he stands there, panting in front of me, his skin-stars rippling all over his body.

It takes me a moment for realization to catch up with me. "Did you just…?"

Aloryk nods and swallows while he still tries to catch his breath. "Spilled my seed… yes," he tells me, his brow creasing with concern. "Was that wrong?"

My mouth opens and closes like a gasping fish for a second or two before I can finally speak. "No! No, not at all, I…" I can feel my cheeks flaming hot and somehow I feel a mixture of both embarrassment and pride at what just happened. "I just never… I mean, a guy has never been so into… it before. Not with me, anyway."

Aloryk grunts and moves away, going over to the little wooden bucket. "I do not like to think of you with other males," he mutters, dropping some kind of rag into the water before he then wrings it out and uses it to clean himself up under his loincloth.

Coming to his side, I see clusters of his skin-stars at his temples, buzzing and jumping like they're stuck right there, trying to make sense of his own thoughts. "None of them were ever serious," I offer, putting my hand on his forearm. And it was true. Even the couple that I actually considered ‘boyfriends' didn't leave me heartbroken when things ended. Shouldn't that happen if you were picturing spending your life with that person?

Aloryk stills before turning to face me. "And am I ‘serious' for you, my mate?"

My eyes drop to his still-empty chest for a second, and then quickly bounce right back up again. I swallow before answering, "I sincerely hope so."

And it's true.

I'm not playing here. I really want Aloryk's heart-stars to appear. A permanent indication that we belong to each other.

Aloryk drops the rag and lets a long, slow breath huff from his nose. "The other females have told me what mate-bonding is like for humans. That sometimes, the bonds are not strong enough on one side, and it breaks so that you can go on to find new mates. Trixikka males are not like this, my Polly." His eyes sparkle earnestly as he swipes his lips with his tongue. "It is like your ‘finders-keepers'. We find you, and we keep you . For always."

Finders-keepers . I smile at that.

"And I get to keep you ? For always?" I ask, voice a little raw as I watch Aloryk step closer, pushing in on my personal space like it already belongs to him.

" For always . My heart-stars will prove it."

My heart thump-thumps hard in my chest as he leans down, his huge frame conceding to my smaller, human one. "You promise?" I whisper against his lips as I feel his tail coil around my calf.

" I promise ."

They're just two little words. But those two little words were uttered like a desperate vow right before I'm devoured by their speaker.

" Aloryk ," I moan between the possessive presses of his lips. How did he get so good at this so fast?

He starts purring against me again, folding me so completely into his arms until I'm pressed all up against the broad expanse of warm, hard muscle that makes up his chest. " My Polly ," he murmurs like he's desperate to get me closer, absorb me completely into himself.

And I really wouldn't mind that at all.

Pulling away, I hook my fingers into the waist of his loincloth again and tug him back over to the nest. "You're too tall," I mock-grumble. "I need something to kneel on to be the right cock-to-mouth height." I grin at the momentary widening of his eyes before I'm hit with a sudden thought. Aloryk is a virgin with a capital ‘V' and here I am wanting to do it all and then some. I stop leading him by his belt and rest my palms on his stomach as I tilt my head to look up at him. "Unless… unless this is all too much?"

Aloryk's brows furrow. "Too much?"

"Yeah. Too much of… me? Too much of us? Am I going too fast?"

"It is the perfect amount of us," he says, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. "And there can never be enough of you."

God , I'm gonna suck this man's dick so fucking good for saying sweet shit like that.

When I start untying the strips of leather that keep his loincloth slung low on his hips, it takes a second or so for Aloryk's mind to catch up with him. But when it does, his hands are right there with me, springing into action to get him undressed.

And when I say ‘springing into action', I really mean it. Because as soon as those layers of hide and leather drop, the ‘ boi-oinggg' recoil on that thick monster he unleashes would be enough to knock me out if I'm not careful.

I stare open mouthed at the biggest cock I've ever seen in the flesh. How this man doesn't get dizzy every time he has an erection, I'll never know, because that thing?… just wow .

I shift closer on my knees, grateful for the amount of soft feathers Aloryk lines his nest with. When I wrap my hand around the base of him - or at least try to, I don't miss the way he sucks in a sharp breath above me, or how all his skin-stars are now racing toward my touch, and whirling, twirling, skipping around and around the length of his cock.

I start on the underside, taking a long, firm lick with the flat of my tongue from base to tip and ending with a quick kiss to the crown of his cock. Much to my delight, Aloryk's knees buckle a little and he groans at my actions.

" Polly ," he begs, his voice raspy with need. "I know I have only just spilled, but I do not think I could survive your teasing tongue for long before-" I quickly take as much of him in my mouth as I can. " Ah! Fuck! "

Aloryk nearly doubles over above me, but I start to bob my head, sucking on him and swirling my tongue around the head.

" Ugh… Polly!… You are… I am going to… "

It doesn't take long at all for this huge, powerful mountain of a man to be rendered to a tense, grunting, panting mess as he comes. And I don't let up. I delight in knowing the pleasure I'm giving him and how utterly boneless and content he seems now that I've swallowed what he's given me.

Which was a lot.

Aloryk's body jerks with sensitivity when I finally pull my mouth away from his still-hard cock. He's staring at me with a slack jaw and an awed look to his pretty purple eyes. "That was-"

He obviously doesn't have the words for ‘what that was' , and I kind of like it that way. I giggle, and reach out to pat him on the thigh, quite proud of myself for rendering my man speechless.

But then I notice it - there on my hand and wrist. It's skin-stars, but they're not on Aloryk.

They're on me!