Chapter 6

Yanna

My nipples were hard peaks against the soft fur of his chest, and I wanted to rub myself against him like a cat. The heat of the spring was nothing compared to the fire in my blood. There had to be something in the air. In the water. Because I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen between his legs as he'd shed his clothes on the rock above.

He must not have thought I was looking, but I was. Of course I was. Because I was a curious cat who couldn't keep my eyes to myself. When he'd dropped his pants, I'd nearly swallowed my tongue. His cock was a light blue bat between his legs that was pierced at the tip with a golden ring so big I could likely wear it on my thumb. His balls were huge, hanging low and heavy behind his cock.

I'd never expected to be into a cock attached to a lion-like alien, but then again, I never expected to be transported to another planet. I couldn't deny that everything about Lynix interested me. He'd done nothing but take care of me since he'd met me, and then he'd brought me to this paradise… it was like he knew I needed something to make me smile. That I could use a little pleasure in this non-Earth life.

And except for that terrifying stinging insect the size of a bat, it was perfect. But now that insect was dead, drowned easily by Lynix's paw. And I couldn't seem to swim away from him. My arms and legs wouldn't obey. If anything, I wanted to sink further into his fur. Lock myself to this alien so he'd forever take care of me.

I had to admit… I liked him. I actually liked him. Even without words, he had a sense of humor. His presence soothed me and excited me all at the same time.

I still didn't like people. And I didn't like other aliens. But I did like Lynix. And that was the only reason that I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his.

Of course, nothing about this kiss felt normal. His mouth was huge, his lips stretching to the middle of his cheeks. His whiskers and chin hair tickled my skin, and his tongue filled my mouth. Yet, he knew what to do with it, how to move that muscle in a simulation of what he'd done between my legs. Because yeah, no matter how much I'd tried, I couldn't get that out of my head. I couldn't forget how utterly out-of-this-world good he was at licking me to orgasm. If he could do that with his tongue…what could he do with his cock?

He growled into my mouth, and his chest vibrated against my hard nipples, sending my whole body haywire. I shamelessly ground myself against the hard ridges of his abs seeking friction that would send me into oblivion.

With another rumble, he surged forward until I felt a soft mossy rock at my back. He hauled me out of the water and immediately buried his face between my legs. I screamed as his tongue licked at my pussy, and I locked my thighs around his wet mane. My fingers dug into his fur, and my back rubbed against the moss beneath me as the force of his lips made my body rock. My breasts bobbed, and his eyes locked on the stiff peaks as he lifted a paw to thumb at my hard nipples with a skilled claw.

Lightning surged through me, every nerve firing with electricity as an orgasm barreled down. But I wanted more. I wanted that thick pole between his legs, and when I tugged his fur harder, he lifted his head. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as I sat up to run my hand down his chest, down his abs…I'd barely closed my fingers around the base of his cock when he spun me around and placed a paw between my shoulder blades. Soft moss brushed my cheek. He nuzzled the nape of my neck, that steady purring increasing in volume as I felt a hard tip prod at my entrance. The ring nudged me open, and as he slid inside my body, I let out a high-pitched cry that I didn't even think I was capable of.

He stretched me wide. Wider than I thought I could go. The ring brushed with a delicious drag along my sensitive inner walls. And Lynix murmured growly words in my ear the entire time. I couldn't be sure what he said, but his voice was laced with a lusty possessiveness that I felt right in my clit.

His hot, furry chest coated my back, contrasting with the cool moss at my front. With each of his powerful thrusts, I whimpered and writhed as I slammed my ass back against his groin. We were a blend of flesh, fur, and heat as our cries of pleasure curled around us with the steam of the hot spring.

With one hand on the back of my neck, he curled his other around my hip before dipping it between my legs. When he swirled a callous paw pad on my clit, I saw stars just as a sharp pain pinched the back of my neck. My orgasm hit me like a bullet, rocketing up my spine to explode in my head. I might have screamed, or maybe I'd lost the ability. I knew the second he followed me over the edge as his hips stuttered, a choked growl rattled in his throat, and a heat bloomed deep inside of me as his cock pulsed.

I lay limp against the rock as shudders flitted down my spine. I trembled without meaning to, and although I wasn't cold, my teeth chattered with fading adrenaline. Lynix's hot breath coated the back of my neck, and when he shifted, the pain in my neck grew a little more insistent. With a frown, I fumbled with my fingers until I found the perfect indents of Lynix's fangs on the side of my neck. The skin hadn't been broken, but the area was sore to the touch. He'd bitten me, but I didn't really have it in me to be mad about it.

Of course, that's when my senses crept back in. I was no longer hypnotized by his big cock. No giant insect was threatening to sting me. The moss underneath me itched my breasts, and a sharp part of the rock poked my thigh.

I'd really let Lynix bend me over a rock and fuck me into a near-coma. What had I been thinking? I didn't know his customs. What if this changed everything? What if this was all a courtship, and now that we'd fucked, he'd toss me away. What if?—

Arms wrapped around me as he slowly drew me off my mossy rock and dunked me below the surface of the water up to my neck. His chest continued to vibrate in that lulling purr, and I nearly forgot about my freakout. Almost. I made a sound of protest and tried to turn in my arms, but he tsked at me and held me firm.

And then he did what he'd done in the bath back when I'd had my period. He spread my legs gently on either side of his thighs in the water and gently waved his paw under water in front of my pussy. Cleaning me. All while he purred. He nuzzled me. He combed my hair with his other paw as I perched in his lap like a doll.

I didn't hate it.

I might have even liked it.

What was it about this freaking alien? How did he manage to make me like him within what had to be days when I had coworkers back on Earth who I worked alongside for years and never warmed to?

Eventually, he deemed me clean, and turned me slowly in his arms. I came willingly, because I had no reason to fight him. In a way that terrified me, I found that I wanted to be easy going for him. I wanted him to like me back in the way I liked him. What was wrong with me? It had to be something in the water.

Lynix's expression was a mixture of smug and sated. If a human man had looked at me like that after he came inside of me, I would have kicked him out of bed and chased him out of my apartment. Then I would have blocked my number.

But Lynix? I liked it. I liked that he felt smug. He had every reason to, actually, because the guy could fuck like a demon. But the best part was, that caring affection for me was still shining in his eyes. Nothing had changed. He didn't suddenly turn into a domineering asshole.

His paws brushed the hair off my face, and he swallowed. Something like nervousness flitted across his face before he moved his lips in a way I hadn't seen him move before. He said three syllables, and my brain registered on a delay that they were familiar. I knew those three syllables. They were one word. In a language I could understand.

I gripped his mane with white-knuckled fingers. A shiver went down my spine despite the warm water, and my stomach flipped. My jaw dropped, and when I didn't speak, only stared in shock, he said it again, more confidently this time. "Beautiful."

My heart stopped, and then it sped up as my mind whirled. My hand landed on his bare chest, and my fingers curled against his fur as I spoke in English to him for the first time. "What did you say?"

His body jolted, and his eyes widened in shock. Wait, did he… did he understand me? But how…?

His mouth opened and closed, and his lips trembled for a minute. His furry brow furrowed as if he was in deep thought. Then he spoke again in halting tones in an accent that made the words nearly undetectable. "Yanna. Human. Earth. Beautiful."

White noise roared in my ears, and I shook my head as I didn't want to miss a single sound. Puzzle pieces started clicking into place. He had a grasp on English, so that must have been why he had taken a particular interest in me. He knew I was a human. Oh my God, why hadn't I tried every language around him? "Human," I managed to say as I patted my chest. "Yes, that's me. Oh my God. You know… you can understand me? Nod for yes and shake your head for no." I demonstrated as I gave the instructions.

His nostrils flared as he nodded once.

If I was standing, my legs would have given out. Instead, I stopped treading water from the shock and my body dropped like a stone. Water sluiced over my head, and I flailed. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and hauled me to the shallow edge of the pool where I crawled out of the water and dug my fingers into the soft dirt. The last few minutes were like whiplash. One minute I'd been speared on his dick, the next I was freaking out over if his treatment of me would change, and now all of a sudden…we could communicate.

Butterflies took flight in my stomach and chest. This…this changed everything. As I turned to Lynix to find him eagerly drawing in the dirt with one claw, I wasn't sure I'd ever been this excited.

His tail swished behind him like a happy puppy as he drew crude stick figures. Five large bodies and one small one. He pointed to the big ones. "Lynix. Brothers." He spoke haltingly.

"That's you and your brothers." I repeated.

He nodded. Then he pointed to the smaller figure. "Queen."

He had a Queen? I wondered what she was like.

"You can understand everything I say?" I asked.

He tilted his head and dug through the thick mane above his left ear. There, a tiny device I hadn't noticed rested on his skull. "Trans--" he frowned, clearly unsure of the word. "Trans…"

"Translator?" I asked.

He nodded.

I didn't have one of those, and it seemed his knowledge of English words was simple. But I was grateful for what he knew. We could communicate now on a basic level. I didn't know where to start. "Do you have a wife?"

He cocked his head, confusion glittering in his eyes. He spoke in a questioning lilt. "Wife?"

"Lover? Girlfriend? Mate?" I tried.

"Mate?" He latched onto that word. "No."

He was picking up on my words. "No means no."

"No means no," he repeated, stabbing a stick at the figures. "No Lynix mate."

Why was I harping on mates? It doesn't matter, Yanna. "Why did you save me?"

His paws curled into fists and his back straightened. "She is All."

That didn't really answer my question, but Lynix clearly thought it did. "Okay."

The warm sun dried the water droplets on my skin. I sat curled on the rock while Lynix crouched in front of me, his softened cock hanging between his legs like he hadn't plowed me moments ago.

How did I even address what we'd just did? Should I address it? Lynix shifted closer to me. His tail curled around my back, and the tufted tip tickled the top of my ass. His paw curled possessively around my hip. "Mate," he rasped.

I blinked at him. Wait, what?

I jammed my thumb into my chest. "Mate?"

He nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting before he hauled me into his lap. My legs went around his waist again. "Yanna. Mate."

Why did I like the sound of that? My heart shouldn't have fluttered. My skin shouldn't have broken out into goosebumps. I shouldn't be happy about an alien claiming me as his mate. Yet…Lynix wasn't a stranger anymore. He was my protector. My friend. Why would I deny him? Why would I deny myself?

I brushed his mane back from his furry face and curled my fingers in the dense hair. His ears twitched, and his tongue snaked out to lap at the skin below my ear.

I giggled.

An actual giggle.

Like a real person. Like a happy person who enjoyed another person's company. Who even was I anymore?

"Lynix—" I whispered, but whatever I planned to say was cut off by the crashing of a tree trunk in the distance. Leaves shuddered all around us, and something in the sky let out a warning screech.

Lynix's head whipped around as his arms tightened around me. With a growl, he took off running. Away from our perfect moment. Away from our oasis. Away from our clothes and our happiness.

Because the crashing was closer now. Louder. A massive machine sliced through the brush overhead and suddenly a large net deployed on top of us. Lynix roared, slashing at the net, but a moment later, a smoking canister was dropped at our feet. A cloying, sickly scent invaded my nostrils, and I coughed and hacked. My vision blurred. My limbs refused to work. And the last thing I saw before everything went dark was an armored alien striking a devastating blow to Lynix's perfect face.