10. Chapter 10

11 DZUR-KHAN

The little redheaded human gallis occupied more space in my head than our brief encounter justified. Repeatedly, I caught my eyes searching for her throughout the rest of the day as we marched back in the same direction Tzar-Than and I had taken only hours earlier.

At this pace, I wouldn't get back to my homeland, Svengrod, for a month. If it meant getting to know our human adversaries better, though, it would be worth it. As long as I remembered that they were adversaries and quit being distracted by dark green eyes and flaming hair. Gods, the moment I saw her for the first time still repeated in my mind. She was such a sight to behold. At first I thought her head was on fire until I realized that nek, that was the color of her hair. It had been like a beacon placed by Vorag himself. She was taller than the other gallies; still, she would barely reach my chest, and for some reason, I liked that idea just like I liked her lusciously curved body, with generous tits and a taut, round ass. I had thought Gwyn beautiful and had envied Tzar-Than, but seeing Amira ignited flames that burned through my core.

My cock had been hard ever since that first moment, making walking hard. But it wasn't just relief from my engorged cock that I sought. My Amira, as I called her, fascinated me.

Our line needs to continue. Promise me . My father's words on his deathbed came back to me. I'm trying, father , I argued back. I'm considering options, I added, glancing to the right where I had last seen my Amira. She had strayed from the group a few paces, deep in thought, fingering a lottros plant.

"Careful, rotburns—a poisonous insect—like to hide in the leaves," I warned.

"Rotburn?" she repeated, pulling her hand back. She must have heard about this vicious, stinging insect.

"They can be deadly," I advised, unsure how much she understood.

"Deadly." She nodded with a severe enough expression on her face that I was sure she understood me.

"I careful," she replied, impressing me with the vocabulary she had already picked up and the level of complexity.

"Pretty." She picked a leaf and held it up for me to see.

I had never before looked at a leaf like this. They grew on bushes, trees, and flowers; some were green, some red. Some were edible, some poisonous; some held healing qualities, and some could even alter one's state of mind. I knew which attracted which animals and which grew close to water, but that was about all the interest I had ever shown in a simple leaf.

Now that she was holding it up in front of my face, I was forced to take a closer look at it. Intricate veins lined it. They were bright yellow in color, strange that I had never noticed that before. When I rubbed it between my fingers, it felt soft as silk, as soft as her skin appeared to be—I cut myself off.

"Beautiful," I exclaimed, looking straight into her dark green eyes.

Her lip twitched slightly, realizing I was speaking about her, not the leaf anymore.

"Amber," she said.

"Amira," I corrected, thinking she tried to say the name I had given her.

She shook her head and pointed at her chest. "My name, Amber."

I didn't think she misunderstood any longer; she was too smart for that.

"You want me to call you Amber?" I checked.

She nodded. "Amber."

That name suited her better than Dawn, so I tried it out one more time. "Amber."

She grinned happily.

Her eyes moved from me to our group, which had traveled further ahead than I had realized. When I was about to set after them, she took my hand, shaking her head. Gently, she tucked me forward toward an array of rocks that would hide us from view .

Curiously, I followed her lead, thinking she wanted to ask me about something else, or maybe she had to relieve herself and preferred someone to watch her back. I would gladly—

Any train of thought broke off when, with a mischievous smile, she began unbuttoning her top.

Due to the lack of gallies, I could count the number of times I had had sex on one hand, but I wasn't a fool and had a pretty good idea where this gallis was going and what she wanted me to do, even though I had no idea why. Or maybe she was just as curious about us Vandruk as I was about her species.

She was beautiful and intriguing, and I would have been an utter fool not to take her up on her offer.

Her breasts were covered by some kind of binding that was molded to her chest. Her arms linked behind her back, and off fell the clothing, leaving me staring at her agape.

"Amber."

"You like?" she smiled pleased.

I took a step forward and raised my hands. She pushed her chest into my palms, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. My palms encompassed each one of her soft, full breasts. So full, with just the right amount of spillage, that my cock, which had been hard all day, stood up ramrod straight within the span of a moment, making me dizzy.

She let out a small moan as I cupped and gently kneaded her tits. I was trying to be careful, she was so much smaller than our gallies, but by the gods, her breasts felt like heaven. She rose to her tiptoes and leaned forward, her mouth slightly open. I took her up on her invitation and leaned down, taking in her sweet scent and gently running my tongue over her lips. Fuck she tasted heavenly.

I let go of her breasts and slung my arms around her waist, lifting her by her ass so I could crush her better against my chest and devour her mouth.

She responded in kind, her legs wrapped around my hips, her core pressed against my hardened shaft. Her gyrating hips caused me to let out a curse, forcing myself not to come in my pants.

"I need you to fuck me, Dzur-Khan, now," she panted, pushing away from me to shimmy out of her pants. Without giving me any time, she stepped toward a rock that was about hip height and leaned over it, sticking a fine round ass up into the sky and spreading her legs.

With a groan, I stepped forward, losing my pants on the way. I took a moment to run my hands over her ass cheeks. She moaned deeply and rocked her hips.

My experience might have been limited, but I had been taught how to please a gallis. Caressing one cheek, I moved the other hand between her legs to explore her folds, finding them slick and ready for me. I encountered a curious array of skin that reminded me of the petals of a flower, confusing me momentarily because our gallis didn't have that, nor did they have that small little round nub at the front of her hole. I gave it a tentative rub with my thumb, and Amber nearly exploded underneath me.

Words I didn't understand came from her as she pressed her pussy into my hand. She wanted me! And she was slick as fuck. That was all I needed for now. My cock was more than ready when I pushed it toward her entrance.

Fuck, she was tight.

She inhaled sharply, letting out a stuttering moan, and rose on her tiptoes to take me fully in.

My mind turned blank as my being focused on her tight little cunt, so wet and warm it nearly robbed me of my sanity. Sounds came from her, the likes I had never heard before. They spurred me on as sweat dripped down my neck from holding my orgasm back. I gripped her hips in both of my hands and began to mindlessly fuck her.

"Don't stop!" she demanded, yelled out.

Her body began to stiffen under me. I felt her cunt pressing in on me, her walls tightening their grip on my cock as if they didn't want to let it go. And then she screamed out, and her walls began to massage my cock so hard I came with an explosion, pumping my seed all the way into her womb while she panted underneath me.

Spent and breathless, I collapsed on top of her, trying to clear my spinning mind. None of my previous sexual experiences came even close to this encounter.

"Wow," Amber panted underneath me. I didn't need to understand her language to take her word as a compliment.

"Wow, indeed," I agreed, pushing myself up on my elbows to not put too much weight on her fragile body. A lush body, which wasn't quite as fragile as I had thought it would be. She had definitely kept up with me .

When she squirmed slightly, I took that as my cue to pull out of her. Reluctantly, I did and watched her turn. Her eyes were glassy with the afterglow of her climax, and a satisfied smile played around her lips, still swollen from our earlier kisses. She mirrored everything I had ever envisioned my mate would look like—except her skin-tone was different.

My eyes traveled to her nude body as she stretched languidly and thoroughly, enticing me with the tautness of her tits.

Unabashed at first, her eyes moved to my still semi-hard cock; she mumbled something in her language and took hold of it. Sensations the likes I had never thought possible flushed through me as her fingers danced over my shaft, which predictably stiffened again.

"That is a weapon," she grinned, "And these are deadly." With that, the tips of her fingers trailed up and down the ridges of my cock. Had I been able to think more, I would have probably wondered if human males had ridges on their cocks. As it was, though, it took all my concentration to make out her next words.

"Waro—water?" she asked.

Anticipating what she needed, I ripped a strip of leather from my pants and drenched it in the requested liquid after I found my waterskin on the ground.

"Allow me," I offered, kneeling in front of her as she leaned back on the large rock, giving a small moan here and there as I thoroughly cleaned her pussy from our combined juices, not forgetting the inside of her thighs .

"You're gonna make me walk again," she strung some Vandruk words together, and I realized she meant come instead of walk .

Taking her words as a challenge, I dropped the leather and bent forward, exploring her pussy with my tongue.

"OhmyGod!" she squealed words I didn't understand. Her legs opening wider was all the translation I needed.