17. To Love, Honor, and Barbecue

SEVENTEEN

TO LOVE, HONOR, AND BARBECUE

Naomi

"Now will you let me treat your leg? Please," Naomi insisted with a frown as Faktil finished hanging the boar upside-down in the tree.

After her big warrior saved the day, she had been ready to come directly back to the cabin to wash and bandage his wound, but Faktil wanted to deal with the dead pig first. She conceded because it would be a shame to let the kill go to waste. Except that meant gutting the boar so its innards didn't spoil the meat. The whole way back to the cabin, she cringed at the bloody carcass hanging over Faktil's shoulder. It wasn't so much the blood that made her squeamish as it was the pig's blood getting into his leg wound. The last thing she wanted was for him to get some parasite, disease, or just a regular nasty infection. When they finally got back, the stubborn man insisted on stringing the pig up before he'd let her tend to his thigh. He claimed some nonsense about needing to drain the rest of the blood, though she was certain it had all run down his back. As much as she'd been missing barbecue pork, Faktil's health wasn't worth it. Even though the traumatic moment had passed, she wouldn't be able to relax until she'd looked at his leg and got him cleaned up.

"Aye, Blossom, give me a moment," he replied to her request.

She smiled, loving the nickname, then shook her head as he tapped the taut rope he'd just knotted around the branch, making sure it would hold the weight of the pig.

"Forget about the barbecue. You've got two seconds, boy scout." She wasn't going to let him put her off any longer. "Your wash water is ready." She gestured to the pot sitting on the porch that she'd heated up while he dealt with the pig.

"Very well, very well." Faktil held up his hands in defeat. "What is the meaning of boy scout? If it's translating correctly, scout is applicable, but I am hardly a youth?" he asked as he walked over to the wash basin by the outhouse.

She chuckled and was about to explain the nickname, when Faktil picked up the half-barrel of day-old wash water then dumped it over his head.

"I do have warm, clean water sitting on the porch for you." She incredulously gestured to the stockpot again.

"Just getting the worst of the filth off." He grinned at her and shook like a dog, water flying off his long black hair.

"Oh my gawd!" She leapt back. "You are trouble!" she snorted.

"You were telling me why you call me boy scout with a hint of condescension and a lot of attitude," he reminded her with a cheeky grin as they walked to the porch.

Ew. Naomi cringed. He'd hit the nail on the head with his assessment. Faktil had given her a pretty nickname that he said with adoration, where she gave him a sarcastic one.

"Sorry." She grimaced and debated how to explain the name. It was probably best to just keep it simple. "The Boy Scouts is a group to keep kids busy and teach them things they wouldn't learn at school. You're very handy with knots and hunting and stuff, which is sort of the focus of the group. But you are also so damn sweet, like an inexperienced youth," she explained, stopping at the porch and turning to face him. "By the way, I like my nickname."

"Ah, so boy scouts are skilled, have honor, and don't take advantage of females who have been trapped, alone, and were at first deathly afraid of them," he summarized, wearing an impish half smile.

She snorted at the emphasis Faktil put on the word skilled. He wasn't wrong, the rotten man was skilled, in many ways. He also had a valid argument for why he'd kept her at arm's length, except she refused to concede.

"If you happened upon a man starving for water in the desert, would you refuse him a drink?" she demanded, only half teasing, as she grabbed the washcloth from the pot.

Faktil barked a surprised laugh. "Oh, little mate, I will make sure you don't starve ever again," he chuckled.

She laughed, then looked at his thigh and sobered again. The gash was close to three inches long, and though it wasn't that deep it was still bleeding.

"Oh, handsome, does it hurt?" She frowned. "Do you want to have a seat?"

"No. Truly it doesn't bother me much. I am just glad you are all right." He cupped her cheek, sincerity and love reflecting in his dark eyes.

Her eyes burned as she replayed Faktil fighting the giant boar. She'd been so terrified he'd be horribly gored.

"I'm so glad you weren't hurt worse." Her lip trembled.

"I assure you, I am fine." His thumb caressed her lip. "I am better than fine as long as you are well. "

She cupped his hand on her cheek. Her alien husband truly was a sweetheart.

"I'll be fine once we get you cleaned up and bandaged, love," she assured him, leaning into his hand.

"Love. I like that nickname."

"Me, too." She smiled at him then lovingly went to work.

As she cleaned the gash in his thigh, she couldn't help but reverently caress him. Her fingers gently played over his knee and quadricep. Meanwhile Faktil's fingers combed through her hair and lightly teased her neck, feeling the slight scars from his bonding bite mark. Her nipples puckered as her mind wandered, but then her gaze landed on his injury again.

Focus!

Naomi rolled her eyes, embarrassed by how easily she was distracted from the more pressing task, and traded the washcloth for the bandages. She forced herself to ignore the hard evidence of how much Faktil liked her. It was literally in her face, bulging beneath his kilt.

There's no debris in the wound. No nicked blood vessels, she noted, then started wrapping the bandage around his thigh.

She tied off the bandage in time to see Faktil running the washcloth over his washboard abs. She panned his freshly washed chest and arms. Apparently, he'd finished her task while she was preoccupied with his thigh.

"The night we met, having you wash me like this was more torturous than my injuries," he informed her, hunger shifting in his jet-black eyes.

A thrill coursed through her at the admission. Now she didn't feel so terrible for the naughty thoughts she'd also had about him.

"So that's your excuse for stealing my job." She slid her hand up his thigh, beneath the hem of his kilt. "You saved us and did all the dirty work with the boar. You need to let me do something."

"Ah. Well, I do believe I missed a spot." Wearing a rakish grin, Faktil reached for the clasp on his waistband and tugged it open.

Perched at the very edge of the porch, Naomi watched in anticipation as Faktil unwrapped his kilt. Her heart beat faster, waiting for him to expose the growing bulge. When his gorgeous cock finally sprang free, it didn't disappoint. She resumed stroking his thighs and hips as she admired his arousal coming to life. The more engorged it got, the more the knots on his shaft stood out. She bit her lip, replaying how it felt to have the knots sliding against the sensitive walls of her pussy.

There wasn't just one thing that was sexy about the giant, exotic man standing naked before her, it was a combination of things. Faktil was foreign and exciting, so there would be countless things to learn and experience with him. He had a loving and gentle heart, yet he was a warrior. The man was sheer muscle and at least seven foot tall, the epitome of power. Hunger and desire lurked in his eyes, like a prowling animal begging to be freed. When he did unleash his wild side, the tidal wave of passion overwhelmed her completely. Even Faktil's skin was the color of ecstasy. He was a god and a demon all wrapped into one. Of course she worshiped this man, her man. Although there was one way she hadn't worshiped her man, and she felt terribly remiss.

Naomi looked up from Faktil's beautiful erect cock to find him wearing that Cheshire Cat grin that was a mix of cocky amusement and unquenchable desire. He liked watching her study him.

Well, hopefully he likes this .

Faktil quo Laus

There was a war being waged in Faktil's head over whether he had enough patience to carry Naomi inside the cabin or if bending her over the hammock swing would work. The way she looked up from his shaft with such blatant desire in her eyes wasn't helping him any.

Abruptly her delicate little hands shifted from his thighs and wrapped around his shaft. He loved that his mate wasn't shy about touching him, except it frayed his already tenuous control. Before he knew what was happening, she was kissing the head of his shaft. He locked his knees just to keep them from buckling.

"Goddess!" he barked, when she ran her tongue around the sensitive ridge of his crown. The salacious rumor he'd heard about fellatio was true! He couldn't believe it.

Reflexively his hand fisted in her hair, his other hand tightening on her shoulder. He had to force himself to loosen his grip. Except that was nearly impossible, since each swipe of her tongue had his shaft jerking along with every other muscle in his body. The bursts of pleasure were as wonderful as they were agonizing.

"Naomi," he grunted, his stomach flexing and his hips curling.

"Hmm?" she asked, kissing his tip.

His brain couldn't form a single coherent thought. There had been a reason he'd said her name, something about the shock of what she was doing, how taboo this was, or that females didn't need to prime males.

To his disbelief, she wrapped her lips around his crown and began sucking him into her warm wet mouth, while she stroked his length. Her pink lips stretched around his shaft, and the seductive way she gazed up at him was the most erotic sight ever. It was all too much.

"Torment!" He attempted to pull away, unable to take this new kind of pleasure.

Except Naomi reached around and gripped his ass, refusing to relinquish him. She sucked harder, taking him deeper into her mouth.

"Goddess, you're killing me," he panted, his shaft jerking spasmodically.

Faktil tossed his head back as the ecstasy coiled tighter and tighter with every suck and lick. He tried to not move for fear of choking Naomi, but found himself thrusting uncontrollably. Suddenly, blinding pleasure coursed through him. He snarled as he gripped Naomi's hair, trying to pull her away and was unsuccessful. His seed burst from his shaft in halting waves, each jet forcing his stomach to clench so that he practically doubled over.

When he could see again, he stared in awe at his mate, the only female to ever make him feel such intensity or show him what rapture was. Naomi wore a pleased expression as she licked the remnant of his seed from her lips. The prurient gesture instantly rekindled his passion, and with a hungry growl he pounced.

Naomi

Men generally enjoyed oral, but Faktil was unbelievably responsive to the blow job. It turned Naomi on more than expected, and the panties of her suit were soaked in no time. He trembled all over, moaning and grunting. Each time she sucked and stroked his cock, his hips would jerk. Then there was the cinnamon sweet precum leaking from his slitted tip urging her to suck harder and faster just to get another taste. Surely it was a sin for a man to taste so good. His control was slipping. He fucked her face faster and it was so sexy. She didn't care if it felt like she was deep throating a soda can, she honestly hardly noticed, she was so focused on the shared pleasure.

Faktil's thrusts became more insistent and erratic. He tipped his head back, and she was certain he'd howl, except he let out a growl so deep it was nearly soundless. Then she felt and tasted the cum erupting from the gorgeous man in halting waves. He doubled over from the power of his orgasm. It nearly choked her, and she had to let much of his desire run out of her mouth. It was a damn shame since his cum tasted like candy syrup. She'd never been so proud of taking part in a climax, so she wanted to relish it. Naomi smiled and licked her lips as she watched Faktil go through the range of emotions, from tortured ecstasy, to shock as he erupted, to total meltdown, then addled recovery. It was just stunning, he was stunning.

Faktil's dark gaze then focused on her as he regained his wits. Lightning fast, the desire erupted in his eyes all over again. With a savage snarl, he grabbed her, plucking her off the porch.

Oh shit! Naomi gasped as he spun her around.

The next thing she knew, she was bent doggy style over the hammock. She gripped the netting as Faktil tugged her swimsuit bottoms down her legs and tossed them aside. It was a good thing she was holding on as he lifted her ass into the air, wrapped her legs around his head and started eating her pussy like a starved man. A shrill gasp burst from her lips when his tongue punched into her vagina. Faktil's hands were large, and the way he gripped her splayed thighs, he was able to reach around and torment her swollen clit.

"Oh!" Her breath whooshed out as the exotic god took up a cruel pace tongue fucking her pussy and strumming her clit. It was like he was trying to make up for lost time.

He snarled, vibrating her sensitive flesh, wiggling his face to cram his tongue deeper.

"Faktil!" Her orgasm burst in record time, bathing his mouth with her release.

The unhinged man let out a hungry growl. After a few languid swipes, his tongue retreated, leaving her pussy feeling empty. Faktil swiftly lowered her, and before she could brace herself, he thrust.

"Fuck!" she keened in shock as his broad head crammed into her slick pussy.

He gave her no quarter, thrusting in to the hilt. His thick crown and studded shaft forced her sensitive inner walls to stretch.

"Ung," she groaned when his cock hit her cervix, her back arching.

Faktil pulled back, and every one of the knots on his cock played havoc with the nerves lining her channel. That's when he resumed frantically worrying her clit, adding to her torment. The orgasm she'd barely recovered from cranked up another notch.

His engorged crown tugged at the inside of her entrance, but then he thrust back in. The stretching was intense, like the first time he'd possessed her. Before she could get used to the sensation of him hitting the previously unknown erogenous zone deep inside, he was pulling out again, his crown grazing her G-spot. Her pussy spasmed hard, clamping down on his shuttling cock.

"Goddess!" Faktil groaned, his voice so thick with lust she barely understood him.

He picked up the pace and soon he was hammering into her at an inhuman speed, his hips slapping against her ass .

"Faktil!" she screamed when the orgasm struck.

Her pussy convulsed and gushed uncontrollably while the agonizing ecstasy inundated her. Faktil didn't slow his pace. He gripped her hips, yanking her back onto his beastly cock, the hammock swinging wildly. She bit the netting to muffle her incoherent cries as another climax came riding the wave of the last. Faktil bent over, covering her back.

"Love. Mate," he animalistically grunted while kissing her ear.

He then bit the crook of her neck and his lascivious hormone entered her bloodstream. She reeled from its effects as his giant cock continued pistoning into her. The mating hormone forced another violent orgasm out of her. Faktil roared as his cock erupted, spraying her insides with his hot seed also laced with the hormone. It added to her delirium. Her voice broke from the euphoric scream that exploded from her.

Faktil quo Laus

Breathless and replete, Faktil collapsed onto his rump, bringing Naomi with him. He clasped her trembling belly and heaving chest while nuzzling her hair.

"Goddess, I love you. Thank you for patching me up again." He kissed the bonding mark on her neck.

"I love you, too. Thank you for saving us, Love." She snuggled against him.

He languidly smiled. "I like the new name but you can call me boy scout anytime you wish. I like the spirited way you tease me." He squeezed her.

"I'm glad you understand me." Naomi grabbed his tail and stroked it in her lap, like a treasured pet .

"I just need a minute and I'll finish dealing with the pig." He lazily kissed her shoulder.

"Ugh, not the pig. Let's just sit here and watch the sunset." She turned on his lap and looked up at him. Worry reflected in her beautiful brown eyes.

"We're safe now." He caressed her cheek.

"I know." She rested her forehead against his.

He understood the sentiment. As he'd run from the boar with Naomi in his arms, he'd been more afraid than he'd been in years. The only time he could recall that level of fear was when he ran with his sisters. He didn't know what he'd do if anything happened to his stunning mate.

"The pig will wait. We can watch the sun descend." He gently kissed her lips, content to simply be with her.

"Mahalo." She gave him another kiss then turned back around in his lap.

Naomi sighed and melted against him. He hugged her close and they watched the sky through the break in the trees. The view was breathtaking with the way the horizon changed from pale blue to orange to red, all the colors reflected by the wispy clouds that casually drifted by. The sight was made even more stunning because of the company he shared it with. In truth he didn't care if anyone ever came to find them, he had all that he needed wrapped in his arms.

"This really is beautiful," Naomi said wistfully after several minutes, but he could tell there was something else she wanted to say.

"However?" he prodded.

She looked up at him wearing a sheepish grin. "I really do miss barbeque pork." She glanced toward the pig.

He burst out laughing, loving his stunning female even more.