Chapter 22 - Polly

Turns out, Aloryk's got impeccable stamina, and I've got an appetite for sex that I hadn't ever truly been aware of. It was a total plus that I hadn't suffocated him with my pussy, too. I am very happy to report that riding Aloryk's face was quite possibly the best ride of my life.

And his life, too - if the way his moans went straight to my clit were anything to go by.

I can still hear the strangled groan that escaped him the first time he pushed inside me. The look on his face was pure awe, and he couldn't stop watching where we were joined. He was careful with me, for sure - and he was right to be. He is such a big guy, he had to give my body time to get used to the stretch. But Aloryk's excitement and wonder for the whole act had turned me on so much, I don't think I'd ever come so fast, or felt so full.

We'd spent the whole day exploring each other, and he'd ‘given me his stars' so many times, I think my skin twinkled for most of the night, making me very grateful for my contraceptive hormone implant.

It was amazing, though.

I don't think I've ever been so very wrapped up in someone else so completely. I don't think I've ever trusted someone enough to even let it come close to happening. But I trust Aloryk. I trust his dream, I trust that look in his eye when he holds my gaze captive as he's pumping into me. And I especially trust the way he moans my name every single time he comes. No guy has ever done that. It's always been ‘fuck' or ‘oh, shit' , but never my name. And as crude as the topic is, I feel like that means something; to call out to another when your whole body is at the height of its pleasure, to name them when you're at your most vulnerable, like you're giving your orgasm to them . They own it, even if you're the one feeling it.

I cried out Aloryk's name a time or two as well. I think he liked it.

After the weird alien double suns started to set, Aloryk and I took a small break in our busy schedule of mind-melting orgasms to eat. He'd had to go out alone to retrieve the food because I was still lit up like a Christmas tree from all the sparkly stuff he'd so generously given me. After repeating about three times that ‘ no, I would not be going out there so he can show me off wearing his stars ,' he'd finally relented.

After food, Aloryk not so subtly hinted that he wanted me again by asking if I knew of any other ‘mating maneuvers' that humans practiced that we hadn't tried yet. I believe he meant positions and in all honesty, I'm no kama sutra expert, so I think we got them all ticked off - the main ones at least.

When I'd told him so, I'd also admitted to being pretty tired and quite sore. Aloryk has the biggest dick I've ever seen by far, and after allowing my body to accommodate to his size, he'd taken no prisoners in fucking me senseless. I can still feel where he moved inside me now. For half a moment, I steeled myself for some kind of backlash for turning him down. I'd had one boyfriend who would go into the biggest man-baby sulk if I wasn't up for some sexy-time when he was. It was so unattractive that it had honestly been a relief when that relationship had ended.

But I needn't have worried in that regard at all with Aloryk.

In fact, he was all apologetic and concerned that he'd been too rough. " I like you rough ," had been my answer, which had seemed to placate Aloryk enough for him to stop apologizing. We went to bed together on his love-nest, but not before he'd warmed up some water for me and personally, lovingly, run a warm, wet cloth over me, including all my sore bits.

"Glad to see you've stopped fucking each other long enough to join us today," Chastity grins as she stretches on an animal hide laid out like a Flintstones version of a yoga matt on the dusty red earth.

My cheeks flame instantly, but they burn even further when I notice Chastity's keen blue eyes drop very briefly to Aloryk's chest where he stands beside me, holding my hand.

No heart-stars. It felt like I'd checked every ten minutes or so throughout the whole of yesterday.

"Good morning!" a short, blonde calls in a sing-song voice as she comes out of her hut wearing a huge smile and… lots of sparkles . Ezryk, her mate appears in the doorway of their hut a moment later, leaning his shoulder on the wall, he adjusts himself through his loincloth and glowers at all us girls like we've interrupted prime fucking-his-woman-time.

And I guess we have.

I met them both very briefly when Chastity had stolen me away from Aloryk that first day, and I'd liked Dove's sunshiney personality. Her man wore those dark splotches just like Tryk had, and Chastity told me all about how he'd been exiled from a different tribe but welcomed into this one. I guess being exiled does something to your disposition, because Ezryk can't seem to stop scanning the area, keeping an eye on things like shit might go down any second now. Dove had explained to me how years of living alone out there in that jungle has made Ezryk a little more standoffish than most of the Trixikka, and that's clearly evident watching him on high alert now.

Dove thinks that he's already secured a pretty important role here in his new tribe though - as chief chocolate nut truffle maker. Apparently, there's this weird nut that only Ezryk knows how to find and make into a chocolate truffle, and he's refusing to spill his secret recipe. The other males have begged him for the sweet treats for their mates, or to entice one to their nests. And, by listening to how good these things taste, I think the girls would stage an uprising should the Trixikka get any funny ideas about kicking Ezryk out of the tribe now.

The day is as hot as you'd expect it to be with two suns beating down on you from high up in the cloudless sky. And this time, I managed to convince Aloryk that it would do me some good to join the ladies in their yoga class. Bea offers me an animal hide with soft, maroon-colored fur as Alana hands little Nova off to Rynn. "Here, make yourself useful if you're going to stand here, gawking."

The big male instantly starts bouncing the baby as he scowls down at Alana. "I do not gawk, female. I am here to make sure your display does not distract my males from their duties."

Alana rolls her eyes. "Mm-hm, that's a lot of talk for a man who almost choked on his own damn tongue the first time he saw his woman in downward-facing dog."

Rynn grunts and juts out his chin. "Trust me, Ah-Lanah, that was not the first time I had seen my mate in such a position."

" Rynn !" Serena squeals before playfully slapping her man on his huge bicep. "Shut up!"

A silent, gummy smile spreads across little Nova's face like she just thought the big guy getting told off by his little woman is hilarious.

" Aw , she likes you!" Serena grins, reaching to give a light tickle under that little baby chin.

Ryann scoffs and holds out a wing to shade Nova and provide her with something twinkly to look at as his skin-stars start blinking and zooming all over the underside of his feathers just to entertain her. "Of course she does, I am her High Spear. I dare say I am her favorite male in the whole tribe."

Alana straightens from her stretch. "Oh, you ‘dare say' that, huh? I dare you to say that when her daddy's around."

Rynn grins widely, letting little baby Nova suck on his pinky finger now, her own chubby hand curling around the digit. "Let me have this while he is away. She is our tribe's first daughter in generations. And besides, my Second Spear is the only worthy male I would happily concede to, you know this."

I lay out my skin on the ground between Bea and Chastity as Alana continues to assert to the big alien that her guy would whoop his ass if he ever heard him talk about being his daughter's favorite. From what I gather, little Nova is doted on by everyone in the tribe for being the first girl to be born here. To say that she is going to grow up having all these guys wrapped around her little finger is probably an understatement.

We start the yoga session in good spirits. A few of the Trixikka males join us, too, although Rynn turns more of them away for past offenses of staring, apparently. One of the males that the High Spear allows has one wing hanging on his back at an awkward angle, not unlike how Aloryk's had looked before they were all bandaged up. I'm holding ‘Cobra Pose' when I look over at my man and how he's now staring at the lame-winged Trixikka. I watch as his throat works before his eyes connect with mine and he forces a smile on his face again. It only serves to remind me that he really doesn't want to talk about the state of his own wings and what that Healer had said to him.

The rest of the yoga class is enjoyable. Dove has this calming, guiding voice that puts you at ease, and I didn't even feel self-conscious when I couldn't hold my balance in a particular pose for as long as Chastity and Bea could. I had found it mildly amusing to hear Rynn, Aloryk and Ezryk all talking together in a very serious tone until they did indeed all fall silent during Downward-facing Dog. I think Ezryk might have even trailed off mid-sentence during Open Boat - a super tricky pose for your core strength where we're all sat here with our legs up and open, and trying to hold it. It didn't seem to matter to the other guys that the conversation came to a very distracted stop, though.

In truth, I'd never thought that I had what they call a ‘yoga body', but I'd surprised myself, and it was fun, too.

Aloryk approaches me with a grin, jutting his chin in my direction as he says, "I think I have come up with a dozen new mating maneuvers just watching you perform yogi, my mate."

"Yog- ah ," I snort, shaking my head at him.

Aloryk's big arms come around my body as I go on tip-toes to try and comfortably link my hands around the back of his neck. He instantly starts purring as he leans down to issue a soft kiss, his hands sliding down to palm my ass in the process. "Call it whatever you wish, but watching you put that beautiful body of yours into so many positions made my cock harder than a life-stone."

"Protector Aloryk," Rynn calls from behind us, making my man sigh.

"But now you females have stopped displaying your bodies for us, I must oof! -"

Playfully, I slap his abs. "That wasn't a display for you, you know."

Aloryk folds me into his arms again and kisses the crown of my head, making me want to melt right into him. "That may not have been your primary objective, little female. But, I am afraid you have made me a big supporter of this ‘yogi' if I am gifted with the pleasure of watching you participate." I shake my head and turn my smile into his chest. "What I was going to say, is that my high Spear needs the Shadow-Wing and I for a meeting. Chaz-Titi will take care of you while I am busy."

The redhead in question is apparently within earshot since she bounds up to us and claps her hands happily. "Of course I will," she grins as she grabs for my hand and tries to tug me away from Aloryk's safe, warm embrace. "Girl, let's go watch the big ones training. I'm pretty sure it's unarmed combat today. You're gonna love it! It's like watching greased-up, softcore gay porn, but everyone is battling it out to be the top."

I let out an inelegant little snort-laugh and look up at Aloryk who seems to be glancing between Chastity and I with a puzzled look on his handsome face. His skin-stars dance at his temples as he asks me, "what is she saying? I do not know these words."

"Don't worry about it, big guy," Chastity quips, patting him on the arm as she walks away, pulling me along with her. "I got your girl. I'll keep her entertained."

He grunts, dissatisfied with her answer. "On second thoughts, perhaps someone else could-"

Aloryk's words are cut off by Rynn calling his name again and reluctantly, this time, he relents.

* * *

Well, Chastity wasn't completely wrong in her description of the display unfurling before us in all its muscled, grunting, masculine glory. "Are they actually using an oil up for this next bit?"

The redhead's grin is practically from ear-to-ear. " Uh-huh . They're getting greased up like a pig. Makes you wanna get in the middle of all that, huh?"

"Not really," Bea responds, pulling her legs up to her chest as we sit on the fringes of the training area. "They're all huge, and really skilled fighters. I'd get destroyed!"

Chastity lifts one, perfect brow. "Honey, that's the dream right there."

Bea turns raspberry red as she tries desperately not to smile, but her eyes go back to the hulking frame of the Trixikka who is standing in for the tribe's ‘Second Spear' while he's away with the search party. From what I can gather, the scary-looking guy littered with scars and an eye-patch has not been subtle enough about his desire for Bea to go unnoticed by the other women. And if I were a betting gal, I'd say the feeling is probably mutual - if how she hasn't taken her eyes off him is to go by.

"What do you think the collective noun for a group of Trixikka is?" Serena asks, leaning back on her hands, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles as she looks to the skies speculatively. "A clutch? A nest?"

"A twinkle," Alana offers as she rocks a sleepy Nova in her arms.

"An erection." Some of the girls groan at Chastity's suggestion, but the reaction only makes her smile wider. " A throb ! Check out that throb of Trixikka over there, trying to wrestle each other to the ground. I think it works perfectly."

"What about ‘ a dedication' ?" Bea offers, ignoring Chastity's crude jokes. "You know, because they're like crazy dedicated to their tribe, their training and-" she gestures to Serena, Alana, Dove and me, "-to their mates."

A flutter of something both pleasant and uncomfortable at the same time rises up in my chest. I love being included in that way. It means she sees me and Aloryk as a done deal. But the fact that his heart-stars still haven't appeared manages to tinge the pleasant feelings with ‘ what ifs '.

Chastity scrunches her nose. "That's sweet and all, but I think it's funnier if it's about their wieners."

" Fine !" Bea says, throwing her hands up in the air before gesturing toward where a new group of fighting males oils up their tanned and twinkling muscles to spar with one another. "What should it be then? You're always talking about how big their…" she flaps her hands around inelegantly, "… things are. A ‘ bratwurst of Trixikka'?… A ‘footlong '?… A-a… a ‘ jaw ache '?"

For half a beat of time, we all just stare at Bea shaking her own head in frustration.

"A ‘ footlong '?" I ask before pressing my lips together to try and stave off the laughter I feel bubbling up.

" A ‘bratwurst' of Trixikka ?"

I haven't known Bea for very long, but every interaction I've had with her has backed up the notion that she's a sweet, shy, reserved girl. So, just like the others, I'm staring at her, trying not to burst out laughing.

"A ‘ jaw ache ' is fucking perfect !" Chastity exclaims before launching herself on Bea, bowling her over backward. "I love it!" she cackles. "My girl's a genius!"

She issues Bea with a peck to her cheek that makes the girl smile and blush harder. "I can do rude jokes," she says, shaking her head and sitting up while wiping at her cheek. "Just because I don't talk about giant alien penises all day long, doesn't mean I don't like sex."

There's a deep clearing of someone's throat, and we all look up to see one-eyed Zyntarr standing close by, his stint at training apparently now over. He bows at us all, then does an extra one - just for Bea . "I should like to help you this day, Bea."

Bea, the poor girl, swallows down a squeak. "Help me?"

The hulking warrior nods slowly, his one eye bright as he watches Bea. "Yes. With the pot-making. I will carry the fresh clay from the bank and… help you in any way that will be useful to you."

"Oh, she's got a use for you, alri- oof !"

Bea elbows Chastity in the ribs and issues a glare that would do an old school mistress proud.

"Bea?" Zyntarr asks, watching the woman get more and more flustered but clearly having no clue why. "Are you well?"

"Oh, she's fine," Chastity answers, winking at Bea now, "just a bit of jaw ache. Nothing to worry about."

Zyntarr's skin-stars flare up in concern. "Jaw ache?" he asks, dropping to one knee in front of Bea who goes rigidly still. He starts reaching out to touch her face but pauses with a grunt. "May I?"

Bea's gaze goes from Zyntarr's one uncovered eye, to his outstretched hand and then back to meet his intense stare.

I feel like I shouldn't be here. This feels so damn intimate, but I can't look away. It's clear to everyone here that this guy is infatuated with Bea. Briefly, my eyes drop to his chest to see a lack of heart-stars but mentally kick myself for even checking. It shouldn't matter. It really shouldn't.

Bea doesn't say anything, only nods her head minutely, and then Zyntarr moves so gently - much more gently than you'd think a male of his size is capable of, especially with just how brutally violent he looks. He cups her jaw in his giant hand, softly moving her head this way and that while he feels for injury. "Open your mouth for me, little Bea," Zyntarr rumbles low, in a deep but soft voice.

Her lips part on a small gasp and I can't help but glance around at the others. We're all here, a little slack-jawed ourselves.

"Is that as wide as you can go without pain?" the massive, scarred Trixikka asks, completely oblivious to how we're all viewing this interaction.

Ok, this is all too much. Standing, I dust myself off, feeling like I'm intruding and it's starting to get uncomfortable. "Uh, you were going to show me the Temple today, Chastity. Shall we all go now?"

The redhead looks back and forth between me and Bea. "Um… yeah, sure. Uh… Bea?"

The mousy-haired girl tears her gaze from the man delicately holding her whole jaw to look at us. Her expression is a little dazed and a lot flustered, but she shakes herself of it and blinks at us.

"Do you wanna come too?" Chastity asks, jerking a thumb over her shoulder. "To show Polly the Temple? Or are you ok here?" She looks pointedly at the guy currently holding Bea captive. Everything about Zyntarr screams danger to me. He's broad - broader than all the other Trixikka, and the map of scars on his body only speak of a landscape of violence. And Bea, well she's the most timid of the girls here. Probably the smallest, too.

I think she trusts him, though, because whatever she sees in that one good eye of his makes her answer, "n-no, I'm good here. I'll catch up with you guys later."

"You sure?" both Alana and Serena ask at the same time.

Bea looks up to her scary-looking man and nods with a smile that's shy but genuine.