Chapter 8

EIGHT

Lorna

I had never done bondage before, but this felt like something less about kink and more about necessity. I tested the vine by gripping it tight and snapping it. I had a feeling that if Whitten really, really wanted to, he might be able to break them. That made me doubt this for a little, until I felt another course of cramping rip through my stomach and back. And I didn't think Whitten would be able to withstand his condition much longer. His cock looked angry, and his balls were swollen. As he sat with his back to the boulder, he tossed his head and dug ruts into the ground with his claws.

In order for him not to slash the vine with his forearm spikes—he told me he called them machets—I developed the safest way I could think of to bind him. After instructing him to lie on his back with his head pointed toward the boulder, I asked him to hold his arms up. I tied one end of the vine on his wrist, wound it behind the back of the boulder, and then lashed the other end to his other wrist. He lay with his arms up and back, paws curled tightly, and his muscles straining. His legs were free, but the vine held strong even as he tugged at his bonds with low growls.

I'd never had a lover spread out in front of me like this. I was usually passive in bed, happy to be ordered around and let my partner do the work. I wasn't necessarily lazy, but I had never desired to be the one in charged. Calling the shots. Deciding the order of things.

And now as Whitten stared up at me with vivid purple eyes and his lips peeled back off his teeth, I got cold feet. I'd undressed so I stood naked as my birthday in this peaceful little valley with the background music of a babbling brook. I felt a bit like a fairy or nymph or something if I also wasn't scared out of my mind. I was like red riding hood who'd captured the wolf. Who was going to eat who?

"Mate," Whitten growled, and I snapped to attention. God, I wanted to do this. I couldn't take my eyes off his tongue and that long tongue that was lolling out of the side of his mouth. But I wasn't quite sure how. And Whitten wouldn't know either. He said he'd never even been hard before. So I was here with a virgin wolf-alien who was experiencing a painful rut. Life was weird.

"Come here," he snapped, jaws clacking. I hesitated, because I didn't like the sound of his teeth connecting. His tongue licked around his muzzle, stretching up to cover his shiny wolf-nose.

I took a step forward. "Come where?"

"Closer, mate." His teeth shone as they glistened with saliva.

" What big teeth you have ," I muttered. " Better to eat you with ." I ignored his questioning look as I knelt at his side. I placed my hand on his chest over his pounding heart. His fur gave off intense heat.

"Straddle me," he said. "I've been dying for a taste since the first time I scented your hot cunt."

My pussy pulsed as I got the implication. So… he was going to eat me. He really was the big bad wolf, but this was a sexy porno version on an alien planet where we were all consenting adults.

I couldn't quite see how he was going to accomplish proper oral sex. He had a snout—albeit a short one, but his face wasn't flat and— "I'm overthinking this, aren't I?" I said out loud.

He huffed as his gaze was focused on nothing but my pussy. Despite my hesitation, she was fully on board, as she was dripping and fire hot.

"Don't think." His arms strained against his bonds. His neck arched. "Let me have you." His voice bordered on a desperate, lusty plea. "I need it."

I inhaled and went for it. I swung a leg over his shoulders and lowered myself as much as I dared over his face. And Whitten… well, he did the rest of the work. As soon as his nose nudged my clit, zings of pleasure rocketed up my spine. My head spun. I tipped forward and had to brace myself on the boulder behind Whitten's head. His tongue soon joined the party as the long, strong appendage lapped from my back entrance up to nearly my belly button. Growls followed as he sucked and lapped at my pussy, and his chest heaved as he seemed to want to inhale me. Ingest me. A few times I felt soft nicks of his teeth, but he kept them at bay as he worked me over like an ice cream cone. My legs turned to jelly, my mind was nothing but a hazy cloud. My hips bucked and rocked on his face as my juices soaked into his fur and ran down the side of his furry face. The sound was obscene, and sexy, and I soon lost all hesitation and inhibition as I sought my release. I ground down, loving the way his fur felt between my legs and the softness of his thick tongue as he speared my entrance.

My orgasm hit me without warning, and I might have screamed. Or maybe it was only a whimpering cry. I couldn't be sure. White noise roared in my ears. My arms gave out, and I collapsed half on Whitten and half propped on the boulder while the aftershocks shuddered down my spine.

He'd done all that with just his tongue. No fingers. Not even the heel of his palm. I'd just had the best orgasm of my life with only a wolf-alien tongue, and I would have loved to tell my friends about it over some mojitos.

I managed to shimmy my way off Whitten to kneel at his side. His eyes were glazed, His face was wet. His chest heaved, and his legs moved restlessly all while his hips bucked the air. His massive cock had swelled even more, which I hadn't thought possible. It bobbed and pulsed. The tip leaked copious amounts of clear fluid that performed the air with a sweet scent.

"Lorna," his voice was gravel. No tone. Just a pained plea, and I was more than happy to help him. As soon as I got my legs to work. I moved awkwardly, like my bones had gone to mush, but I tried to make myself as sexy as possible. I wasn't sure I accomplished it, but Whitten didn't seem to care. He watched me as if I was the only thing on the planet, as if only I could help him. And maybe I was the only one. We were mates after all. This was my cock. Those were my balls to drain. This was my mate, my man, to pleasure.

The power surged in me as I slinked my way down his body. I knelt between his thick thighs and reached for his cock. As soon as my fingers closed around the shaft, he threw back his head and howled.

From one touch. I hadn't even squeezed .

What I was going to do next was sure to blow his mind. And blow other things. I pitched forward, placed one hand between his legs, and lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock. A strangled sound came from his throat. I glanced up his body to find his head pitched forward, his eyes watching me intently. I wasn't sure he was breathing. I pursed my lips into an O and blew a breath on the tip of his leaking cock. He bucked and growled. With a smile, I lowered my head the rest of the way and drew the head of his cock into my mouth. As soon as my tongue circled the head, his heels slammed on the ground with a sharp thud.

He whined and shivered. Writhed. I sucked, and he arched his back with another howl. With my other hand, I rolled his balls in my palm, and I was pretty sure Whitten was either going to pass out or fly into a thousand pieces. Strangled, alien sounds tumbled from his mouth. Babbled words that weren't anything my implant could translate.

While his cock was too long and too thick to suck all the way down, I tried my best to work the head with as much suction as I could while stroking this shaft with my hand. The thick ring at the base swelled. An odd node at the top of the ring pulsed. I twisted. Sucked. Licked. Slurped. The clear liquid had a sweet taste that was actually appealing, and I found myself lapping at the slit of his tongue with the point of my tongue, an action that Whitten seemed to love the most.

And just when my jaw was getting a little sore, I doubled my efforts. Whitten's balls drew tight. His cock pulsed, and then he erupted into my mouth like a geyser. I couldn't swallow it all, and eventually had to pull off to let the rest of his release spurt from his cock to land on me, the grass, and Whitten.

His back was arched so much that his body seemed to only touch the ground on the top of his head and his heels. And his howl… his howl was like no sound he'd made before. Triumphant. Relieved. Possessive.

And when his cock finally gave up its last spurt, his back slammed to the ground. Chest heaving, his eyes were half-open as he panted with a lolled tongue. I quickly untied the vine from his wrists, and as soon as he was free, he didn't let me alone to overthink anything. His arms reached for me, and he drew me into the warmth of his furry chest. His paw stroked my hair and my back. He rubbed softly between my legs as his chest vibrated with what felt like a purr. It was so soothing that I couldn't seem to keep my eyes open. So sated and warm, I let myself be lulled to sleep by my mate.

Whitten

Lorna woke slowly from her slumber on my chest. First she twitched. Then she stretched slowly as her fingers curled in my fur. And lastly, she opened her warm brown eyes and blinked at me. "Hey." Her cheeks were warm and pink. Her smoky stream in my mind rippled happily with a steady current.

Since realizing Lorna was my mate, my willpower had been hanging by a thread, and I'd been in a constant state of agitated pain over my hard cock. And now, while I still ached to sink into her tight heat, I felt stronger and able to withstand the temptation of her body. The things she'd done with her lips and tongue... Fatas truly had blessed me.

I smoothed her hair off her face. "Hello."

She propped her chin on my chest with a fist. "How do you feel?"

I could answer honestly. "I feel great. You?"

Her smile shone brighter than the sun. "Amazing."

I didn't want to leave our happy valley. We had fresh water here. Easy food. Soft grass. Safety. But we couldn't stay forever. My brothers and Queen would worry. And most of all, this entire planet was always on a countdown until the return of the Dark. Once the Dark arrived, and with it the creatures inside, this valley would no longer be safe.

"We have to ride out today." I told her. "Home is waiting."

She sat up and reached for the dry pelt to cover herself. "Do they know we are coming?"

"My tablet that I use to communicate with them is somewhere in the forest around Swallee, so they don't know we are coming. But I'm sure by now they will sense that something is wrong because I haven't checked in."

She bit her lip. "They'll worry."

"They'll worry, but they also know that if we're ever in an emergency, all I have to do is turn on the signal that's under my skin on the back of my neck. That'll alert them to my location."

"You have that? Why didn't you signal them when we were in the cell?"

"The Xaberians likely had a signal scrambler underground. And even if they didn't, I don't know what my brothers would have done. They couldn't get underground to save us."

She pursed her lips. "Good point."

"We'll be home before they can worry too much."

"How much longer?"

"If we go by what you consider days… likely five. Maybe more or less."

She stood up and pulled on her clothes. I did the same. Lorna strapped to her feet the braided sandals she'd made from the thick vine. At the sight of that vine, my cock pulsed happily at the memory of my wrists being bound. I glanced away and told myself not to look at her feet. It would only cause me discomfort.

I fed us quickly with some jerky and dried nuts from my provisions in my bag. Next time we stopped to rest, I'd get her fresh meat. Maybe pick some healthy vegetation. But now that I'd tasted my mate, all I could think about was getting home to Akoma and dragging her to my room where I could have her all to myself for as long as I wanted.

We mounted my bike, and then took off. Now that we were no longer being chased by guards. I drove the bike at a slower pace through the valley. Lorna remained attentive, often leaning from side to side to observe the views.

The sun was about halfway through its downward descent. The Dark was coming, as it always did. Our imprisonment had thrown off my schedule, and I would have wanted to be much closer to home—if not safe at home—by now. My brothers had cut it close when they returned with their mates. Bastian had been on a boat during the dark, and although he'd been safe from the Ev, who couldn't travel across water, their trip had been fraught. Lynix and his mate had to be rescued on a sketchy aircraft driven through the Dark by our brother, Eleric. They'd made it home safe, but that had been a close call.

I wanted to be the one who made it home easily. Well, held in an underground bunker and used as a breeder wasn't easy, but compared to what my brothers had gone through, if this next leg of the trip went well, I'd overall consider this a success.

As we rode north out of the valley, the air continued to grow colder. I welcomed the cool air, as heat was never comfortable for me, but Lorna shivered. I draped the fur pelt over her and encouraged her to lean back against my body.

"I thought about our route home for a long time," I shouted over the roar of my bike as we soared up and over a small hill. Ahead, large mountains rose in the distance. "There are lots of predators south, as well as settlements that I don't trust. Bastian ran into an issue in a town he'd always been comfortable in. While there are hidden enclaves of villages north, I'm more confident we can avoid trouble here."

"I'm warm now with the pelt," she said with a smile over her shoulder. "It's okay."

We rode through a misting rain that left droplets on my fur and caught in Lorna's eyelashes. Up ahead, the mountain range drew closer. I pointed to it. "We need to go through that. Once we reach the other side, we'll head south toward Akoma."

She nodded and gripped the handlebars in front of her.

"How much longer can you ride?" I asked her. "Do you need to stop?"

"I'm fine," she answered, even though I was pretty sure she needed food soon. "Go as long as you can. Don't worry about me."

Of course I was going to worry about her. I told myself I'd stop before we cut through the mountain range. That would be the hardest part of our journey—at least I hoped it was the hardest part. So we'd get some rest and food before tackling it.

As we rode closer, she leaned forward, and her head tilted back as she took in the mountains dotting the horizon. "Wow, this is stunning," she answered.

This area was gorgeous. The vegetation was tall, with thin leaves and thick branches to withstand the harsher weather and temperatures. Humidity hung in the air from the frequent rain and streams that ran down the mountain crevices.

"Do we go over them?" she asked. "Or through?"

A small winding path disappeared into a valley between two mountains. I hadn't heard about a path existing here before, but then I hadn't traveled this way in a long time. Someone must have made the trek easier and a fleck of a lot faster. Seeing as I needed to cut time to make it home before Dark, I decided that was our route. I pointed to the path. "Through."

She nodded and gripped the handlebars as we descended a small hill onto the path that would eventually lead us between the mountains. A breeze blew over my skin, and I felt a slight hesitation as the mountains rose before us. Was this the right decision? How much did I actually know about this area? I tried to think about all the gossip I'd heard and research I'd done. But as far as I knew, most species up here kept to themselves. I knew about a settlement that lived in these mountains, but as of last communication, they'd migrated farther south.

I pointed to a small out crop near the base of the mountain near the path. A fresh pool of water beckoned me. "Why don't we stop there and eat before heading through the mountains? We can stop again on the other side."

Lorna nodded and pressed a hand to her stomach. I swore I heard rumbling. "That would be good."

I parked the bike near the small pool. The water had gathered from the ice caps melting at the top of the mountains and dripping down. Other places bore full streams, but this one was just a small pool created by a steady drip from a small ledge above it.

I tested the water, relieved to find it cool and clean. I refilled our water skins and pulled out more rations for us. I had hoped to hunt on this stop, but I didn't want to leave Lorna alone. The spot was too open, and she'd be vulnerable. The entire time we ate, I kept one ear turned to listen for dangers. The continued stillness calmed my anxiety.

Lorna fluttered the surface of the pool with her fingertips. "I haven't seen much of this planet. A lot of the times we were transported, the containers were windowless. But this area is so pretty. I was never much of a hiker on Earth, but I almost want to backpack up one of these mountains."

"I'll bring you back sometime," I said. "Maybe the other females would like to join."

She smiled. "I'm eager to meet them. And you said there is a teenage boy?"

"Kyle. They mistook him for his twin sister when they abducted. They planned to sell him but fortunately Lynix rescued him. He's the reason we knew about the underground bunker in Swallee."

"I haven't even met them yet, and they feel like family."

I had talked so much about Queen and my brothers, and while she'd told some stories of her family, she hadn't mentioned them much. "Do you miss your family?"

She picked at the grass. "Of course. To be honest, I can't think about them too much or the thought of never seeing them again becomes overwhelming. I know they are absolutely sick with worry over me. My brother had always been so protective. We were close. He's supposed to get married next year, and I was going to be a bridesmaid." She sniffed and swiped under her eyes.

I wasn't sure what those words meant, but I knew they were important. Her family was important. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." She blinked at me. "My dad has always wanted me to find a life partner. And one of my biggest sources of sadness is that he'll never meet you."

I wondered what her father was like. Kyle was the only human male I'd ever met, and he wasn't fully grown. "Do you think he would like me?"

She grinned. "He works in IT. He would love you."

I didn't know what IT was, and I opened my mouth to ask when my nose twitched, and I sneezed.

As we'd been talking, I hadn't noticed a scent on the breeze, but I smelled it now. Sweet, almost cloyingly so, and I could just barely make out a slight mist floating down from the ledge over the pond. My nose twitched, and I sneezed again.

Lorna rubbed her nose, which had turned a bright red, and blinked watery eyes. "What is that?" She asked before sneezing.

I made to stand up, but my right knee gave out, and I nearly toppled over before grabbing at the rock nearby to keep my balance. "What the fleck?" I muttered as my throat swelled. My head spun as I sought to inhale, but my whole body was tight. My muscles had gone soft. My limbs wouldn't work. I toppled over next to Lorna who lay on her side, valiantly trying to raise her torso with no luck.

"Can't… breathe…" she gasped, eyes wide. Her fingers scrabbled at the grass. Panic surged within me, but my body wouldn't respond. I couldn't flee or fight. All I could do was lay there, nearly losing consciousness, as dark shapes dropped from the ledge above. The scent grew stronger. Something covered my eyes, and everything went black.