Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Margot and Braxxos spent the rest of the morning lounging about, enjoying a naked breakfast and another round of mind-blowing sex. Margot had taken the initiative to show her eager pupil a few things, and he'd taken her instruction with an open mind and willingness to please.

They experimented, laughing and having fun as they moved through a dozen positions, the newly deflowered man beside himself with just how amazing this was. How much fun their interactions could be besides the obvious sexual part. This wasn't some serious affair as he'd kind of worried. It was fun .

"Told you," she said, kissing his neck from behind while he cleaned as late morning approached noon. "This should be fun. Zesty. And there's still a lot more to try out."

"I am very much looking forward to it."

"Me too. And we've got plenty of time."

He turned, wrapping her up in his strong arms and lifting her up, cradling her ass as he kissed her deeply. "Waterfall?" he asked, gently putting her down.

"I suppose a bath would be a good idea," she chuckled, running her fingers over her body.

They'd cleaned up the treehouse, but their bodies were another story. One that mere damp cloth could not adequately cleanse. Though reluctant to leave their little love nest, the two finally pried themselves off one another and climbed down to the forest floor.

Margot was positively floating on air as they walked. Every flower seemed brighter to her sex-sated eyes, every scent more intense, the subtleties standing out to her newly heightened senses. Braxxos explained that it was her pigments enhancing things. One never knew how they would react with a person, and her race was a complete mystery within the Dotharian realms. But one thing was apparent. Her body liked the pigment. The only question was how far her enhancements would go.

For now, she'd enjoy what she'd already discovered. Her symbiotic pigment had mixed with her blood, binding to her in what was apparently a somewhat novel way. And she was perfectly fine with that.

They reached the waterfall a little later than planned, the leisurely nature of their walk slowing their progress. Neither cared, and they shed their clothes the instant they'd crossed into the hidden bathing space.

Braxxos watched her submerge in the water, her nipples erect on her taut breasts as she splashed the refreshing water over her body, rubbing their commingled sweat from her skin. His cock sprung to life yet again as he stared at her with a hungry gaze. She saw and blushed, not of embarrassment, but something more.

It was crazy how fast things were moving. They'd only just met after all. But she felt it in her bones somehow. This was her man. And, surprising as it was, she was more than happy with that unexpected turn of events.

Braxxos strode into the water, cock hard and long leading the way like a divining rod seeking its target. He bent and kissed her hard and deep, then, to her surprise, lifted her up, carrying her to the flat rock in the water they'd used as a picnic table at times, laying her down on it, her ass at the edge, her legs spread wide, held open by his powerful hands.

He crouched down with a hungry growl as he stared lustfully at her pussy. She'd explained how oral sex worked in their talks, but he hadn't put that to use yet back in the treehouse. Apparently, that was a situation he wanted very much to rectify.

"You are amazing," he said, his tongue tentatively darting out, licking her lips, then pushing deeper. He let out a groan as he tasted her juices, his tongue lapping up to her clit, circling it in the most wonderful way. "And you taste incredible."

His voice was so husky with want it made her even wetter in an instant, her clit positively throbbing as he sucked and licked, doing all the things she'd told him she liked, putting them into practice in a mind-blowing display of startling aptitude. He'd paid attention. Really paid attention. And now he was doing everything in his power to give her pleasure.

"A little harder," she murmured, her lover responding immediately, taking her cue and hitting that spot in the most incredible way. "Yesss. Perfect."

A pressure between her lips made her hips buck involuntarily as he slid two of his long fingers inside her, his digits falling into a steady wave rhythm against her G-spot, rubbing her just right, the tips barely grazing her cervix with the lightest of teasing touches. She'd explained that sometimes a good pounding felt really great, but other times it was something to pull back on. He was testing the waters, gentle and considerate, and the combination of his mouth and fingers was absolutely incredible.

Margot felt the familiar tingle of her runes, learning to lean into the sensation, letting them take hold and bring her climax to an even higher degree of intensity as her world unfolded and crumbled in a tumbling surge of sensation beneath his wonderful, hot tongue.

She rode the wave, coming over and over like never before. She could usually have a few, but with Braxxos she was like a freaking orgasm machine, linking them in building intensity until she was out of her mind with pleasure. Then, abruptly, he pulled his fingers out, his lips leaving her clit just as she was about to come again even harder.

She tried to sit up to see what was wrong. His hard length pushing into her clarified things straight away. He was absolutely rigid, his incredible alien cock doing its magic trick, pulsing and vibrating inside her. She could feel it at once; he was already on the brink. Eating her out had turned him on so much he was ready to come from pleasuring her alone.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned, digging her fingers into his arms, pulling hard. "Yesss!"

He grunted loud as he came at once, nearly falling over as his legs wobbled from the intensity. Margot just rolled with it, savoring the sensation of his hot jism filling her up again in a way she was coming to absolutely love. The freedom of not needing condoms was wonderful, and being able to savor every inch of him skin-to-skin, and to take every drop of his cum inside her was making for the most intense orgasms she'd ever felt.

The pair lay still a long while, then, with a sex-dazed chuckle, they both rolled into the water once more.

"Are we actually washing up this time?" she asked.

"If you wish."

"Well, maybe not just yet."

She pulled him close, planting a firm kiss on him, squeezing his remarkable cock, the raging beast still mostly erect even after so many vigorous rounds. The man truly was a lust-filled machine. And she was more than happy to oblige.

This became their routine, the next several days blurring together in a wonderful mix of closeness, affection, discussion, and, of course, mind-altering sex.

Every day and every night they explored one another's bodies, each of them reveling in bringing the other to new and creative heights of pleasure. And in between the vigorous fucking that somehow hadn't left them both too sore to move, they would talk about everything under the sun. All but some aspects of Braxxos's childhood he still wasn't comfortable revealing.

Margot was fine with that. She'd settled into this unbelievable life, and there would be plenty of time for that. With the odds of ever getting home as close to zero as they could be, given that she was stranded on another planet far, far from Earth, this was about as perfect as she could hope for.

Sure, it was a very, very rustic life, but there was actually something wonderful about it being just the two of them. And Braxxos was having a wonderful time learning her culinary tricks as well as her sexual ones, showing a proclivity in the kitchen as well as the bedroom.

Of course, it wasn't really a proper kitchen. They were out in the wilderness, after all. But they made it work, and it was a delightful time for them both.

"Is it normal for my new tattoos to do this?" Margot asked one afternoon as they walked back from the hidden cenote hand-in-hand, enjoying their new routine of exploring different paths every day. The terrain was so varied around this area, there was always something new to see.

He lifted her top, his hand grazing her breast as he moved his fingers to her Infala rune. It was the same as when she'd arrived, but the pigment did seem to be more active.

"It all appears relatively normal, yes," he replied, lowering her top. "But it is still early days, and you have very powerful pigment. You are a remarkable woman, you know."

"Aww, you're just saying that."

"No, I am not."

"I know. And you know what? You're pretty amazing too."

She slipped her fingers from his and scampered up ahead. "Look! It's a Timpania flower!"

"Stay on the path," he reminded her.

"It's okay. It's right over here," she replied with a happy grin, pointing to a tree off to the right behind some shrubs.

Margot didn't see the trap, nor did she even register when her foot triggered the tripwire. All she saw was a blur as Braxxos bolted in front of her, wrapping her in his arms as they fell. Then there was the realization of pain. Excruciating pain.

The couple fell to the ground, a long arrow running through both of them. Braxxos had taken it in through his back and out his mid-section, Margot was wounded just under her arm, the shaft missing both the limb and her breast but piercing her side. She tried to move but quickly found that she couldn't. They were impaled, stuck together.

"Aaaghhh!" she cried out, the pain unbearable. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt. It stung, but it also burned, and she felt like fire was coursing through her entire body.

She realized Braxxos had to be in incredible pain as well, but he somehow lay incredibly still on top of her, his arms wrapped around her protectively, his chest heaving hard. He looked at her, a hint of panic in his eyes as he fought his own reactions, forcing himself to control his body and ignore the pain. For now, at least.

With clenched teeth he reached his hand back and snapped the shaft then grasped the little bit he could grab onto between himself and Margot, holding it steady as he slowly rose from on top of her, drawing the length through and out his body, his hot blood streaming onto his love.

"Hold still," he urged, gently rolling Margot onto her uninjured side.

She saw the pain clear in his eyes, but something else caught her attention. His tattoos. They were flickering, the green flaring up brighter than the other colors.

"What is that? Are you okay?"

"I can handle it."

"Handle what?"

"Never mind. I need to deal with this. The arrow is poking out your back.

"That's bad!" she said in a panic, fear and adrenaline surging through her body.

"No, that's good. It means I can remove it easier." He took the bloody piece of arrow he'd snapped and placed it against her lips, a sad, apologetic look in his eyes. "Bite on this. I'm so sorry. This will hurt."

She did as he said, biting down on the salty wood.

He nodded once, then snapped the tip off the arrow from behind her back. He threw it aside.

"That wasn't too—" she started to say.

Margot's world exploded in pain as he pulled the shaft out of her flesh, her words turning to a scream. Her scream cut off abruptly as she passed out from the pain.

Margot woke hours later in the same spot. She looked around for Braxxos but there was no sign of him anywhere. She saw his shirt tossed aside and bloody. Her own body was covered in both of their blood, their life fluids mixing as they had been stuck together.

But her wound was no longer bleeding. In fact, it had been dressed, packed with plant matter and bound with a strip torn from his shirt, she realized. She looked around, in agony, dazed, and barely keeping it together.

"Braxxos?" she called out weakly.

Nothing.

"Braxxos!"

Still no reply. She turned her head and looked for any sign of him as he'd taught her. Previously she'd have never seen it, but now it was clear as day. Footprints. His footprints, leading away from her. And, judging by the spacing and length of the strides, he had been running. Fast .

She lay back, trying to assess the damage to her body. Everything hurt. It felt as though her very skin was on fire. She looked up through the tree canopy. It was dusk. Dusk and she was still out here, bloody and vulnerable at ground-level. This was not good.

A crackling in the brush not far away caught her attention. She was scared, obviously, but she found she couldn't move. She was spent, and even her emergency tank was empty. There was simply no more adrenaline left in her body to fuel even the briefest of flights. She lay there aching, resigned to her fate.

I never thought I'd go out like this .

The sounds grew louder, but it wasn't a wild animal. Braxxos stepped out of the bushes, shirtless, bloody, and filthy, his runes churning and a pained look in his eyes. He looked like hell, fighting the pain, but he was alive. Alive and with her.

Relief flooded through Margot, then she passed out cold, and so she would stay for quite some time.