Alien Mine (19 page)

He looked up at her. "Tickles?"

"You know, when you touch someone's toes and they can't help but laugh." She wasn't about to tell him about her other ticklish places. "Aren't Zyrgins ticklish?"

Staring intently down at her feet, he dried them again, this time watching for her reaction.

"Stop please," she giggled.

He continued to torment her toes for a while before moving on to dry the rest of her with the same devotion.

"So are you ticklish?" she asked through dying giggles.

"No."

He took a silver robe and dressed her with care. Before he picked her up, he pulled on loose white pants. She blinked at the small room, confused as to where he'd gotten them from. But at least, he wasn't about to have either of them parade naked in front of the others. Thankfully. Still, when he left the shower room, with her in his arms, she hid her face in his neck. Did the other aliens realize what they'd done in the shower?

"You should really build us an en-suite bathroom," she joked nervously.

It was the longest minute of her life, as he maneuvered her through the cave toward her tent. With her face buried in Zacar's neck, she couldn't see, but she was just sure the others all stopped what they were doing and stared at them.

"Open," he said.

The new silver wall that surrounded her tent slid open.

"Can I open this door with voice commands."

"No, you use the control panel."

"Why?"

"Breeders do not use voice commands."

She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of that when he entered the tent and laid her down on the bed. He leaned over her, the planes and muscles in front of her interesting her more than any discussion on doors.

"You will be satisfied with me," he said. The words, like his actions in the shower, seemed part of a ritual.

"Uhm, okay."

He produced a towel and gently pressed the moisture out of her hair. Then he took up her comb and gently combed out all the tangles. She was almost asleep from the soothing feel of him working with her hair when he stopped and went to a silver trunk she hadn't noticed before. They really believed in making themselves at home. He took out a slim silver tube and her imagination went wild. Pictures of sex toys she'd seen on the TC flashed before her.

What on earth is that and what does he plan to do with it
?

He turned the front part and warm air blew over her scalp. Smoothing a hand over her scalp, he played with her hair as it fluttered in the warm air. He took strands of it and inhaled their scent. His eyelids drooped, as if the smell was pure ecstasy.

He put down the silver tube and arranged her on the bed on her back with firm precise movements. He lifted her arms over her head, her palms up and open, then his hands smoothed down her body, leaving shivers in their wake. When he reached her thighs, he spread her legs, pushing with his thumbs on the inside of her knees. She shivered with excitement and arousal but also with a bit of fear. Spread out like this, she felt vulnerable, as if not only her body, but her soul was on display.

Sitting back, he looked her over then grunted in satisfaction. He traced a leathery finger over her brow, cheeks, and chin. Followed the lines of her face with his finger, spending what felt like hours rubbing the bridge of her nose, touching both sides almost curiously. When he placed a finger over her nostril, she jerked away and frowned at him. It didn't deter him. He did exactly the same with the other nostril.

She shifted uncomfortably. What other strange lovemaking rituals were in store for her? What if something totally different from what she expected was about to happen?

She tried to think of alien movies she'd seen where human women had sex with aliens, but none came to mind. All she could think about and feel was Zacar.

Lifting a trembling hand, she touched his shoulder, stroking the intriguing muscles she found under his leathery skin. When he roared and jumped back, she nearly went through the roof of the tent in fright, she jumped so high.

"Natlia no touch," he said, his voice rough.

"Why not?" she asked, refusing to feel disappointed.

He'd allowed her to wash him. Why couldn't she touch him now? After the way he touched her in the shower and his careful drying of her, she hadn't expected him to react with such violence to a simple touch.

"Not..." He searched for a word. "...seemly," he said at last.

Natalie blinked at him. Was that why he could barely articulate? What the roaring was about? He thought her touching him wasn't proper?

"What do the women on your planet do? Lie back and think of Zyrgin?" she asked, making sure the sarcasm in her voice was thick enough for him to catch her meaning. It was like mealtimes all over again, with her forced to do things his way.

"We will do this the Zyrgin way. It is not seemly for my breeder to interrupt the first knowing," he said.

Curiosity got the better of her. What harm could it do to do it his way the first time?

She wanted to rant and rave at him but more than that, she wanted him to touch her. If it meant doing things the Zyrgin way, she knew she wouldn't object, couldn't object. She wanted him too much.

"Um, okay, but you can't hurt me." She thought for a moment. "Your Zyrgin way doesn't involve whips and chains, does it?"

"Whips and chains?" He cocked his head. "I would never hurt you, Natlia. You are my breeder. Chosen above all others."

What others
?
Aren't I the first female he's encountered since he came here
? While the thought he desired her so much filled her with joy, she still couldn't quite believe it.

"Well, okay. But can't you call me your woman or girlfriend, or something."

He didn't answer her, simply stepped forward, and bending down, he arranged her exactly as before, on her back with her hands at her side and her legs slightly apart before he knelt next to her on the bed. She really hoped the new walls would afford them more privacy. As it is she never wanted to see the doctor again. A vision of him measuring Zacar, and then researching human physiology had her giggling.

"The others won't come in here, will they?" she asked, still giggling softly.

"No." He stared at her for a long time, and she swallowed back the giggles that were mostly nerves now.

He lifted her hair and combed his fingers through it then arranged the strands on the cushion to his satisfaction. His finger caressed her forehead and cheeks, and touched her nose again, but this time, he didn't plug her nostrils. Instead, he leaned down and briefly touched her brown hair with his lips then moved his thumbs down her neck and caressed the hollow at the base of her throat. Her shoulders received the same attention, as he caressed them and slid his hands down her arms until he twined his fingers with hers. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over her forehead, cheeks, and neck. He briefly flicked that hot tongue over her shoulders and stopped at the very top slope of her breasts. She moaned and arched her back, trying to lift her breasts up for his lips. He had to have some kind of chemical on his tongue, because everywhere he touched, her body flamed to life. She twisted and would have thrown him off if he didn't hold her down.

His hands untangled from hers to cup her breasts, caressing every inch of them while she twisted with pleasure. He moved on to her stomach and dipped a thumb into her naval in an almost curious gesture. His hands settled on her hips, his thumbs caressing the protruding bones and her stomach until she moaned and thought she'd come out of her skin. He tangled his hands in hers again, and flicked his tongue over every inch of flesh he'd just covered with his hands.

She screamed, loud and keening with pleasure so intense she couldn't bear it. "Please, Zacar. I need...I need something."

As if her plea had signaled some kind of reversal, he started over again, arranging her hair and caressing every inch of her body. When he flicked his tongue over her stomach and hipbones again, she screamed in pleasure but didn't speak.

She held her breath as he untangled his hands from hers again and moved his thumbs over her pubic bone then rubbed the crisp hairs with his thumbs. Slowly, excruciatingly slow, he opened her with his thumbs. When he buried his face between her legs, she held her breath then came apart as those talented lips and tongue went to work. She moved her hips in jerky, needy movements, and moaned, begging incoherently like a crazy woman. The world spun around her as she came and she swore she heard fireworks go off over Zacar's roaring.

When she opened her eyes, Zacar had his hands on her thighs, and his eyes burned down at her. Her body had never been this sated and relaxed. He definitely had something in his saliva, because her skin still tingled and burned with pleasure everywhere he'd licked her with those short flicking movements of his tongue.

But he didn't stop there. Time after time, he would start by carefully caressing every inch of her body, playing with her hair, and kissing her skin. Limp and pliant in his arms, she would quickly become a frantic moaning creature of pleasure.

"Let me rest," she pleaded. "Just half an hour then we could continue. Please, Zacar."

"I do it right this time."

Do it right
? Wasn't that what he'd been doing this whole time?

That was what he said every time, then he would torture her with pleasure so intense she fainted for longer periods with each orgasm. He would start at her head and work his way down, every now and then making a sound of dissatisfaction only to start over again. By the time he made love to her, she was out of her mind with wanting him.

"If you do it any more right, I might expire from pleasure," she moaned in despair. This time she didn't beg him to stop, since that seemed to be a sign that he'd somehow done something wrong, and he should start all over again.

Not once had he entered her body, even though she could see his penis fully erect and pulsing angrily. Maybe on their planet they didn't penetrate their women. She would have to teach him how to do it, if that was the case.

Despite the fact that she'd had numerous orgasms already and her body was aching and empty, Zacar continued to torture her. Natalie was out of her mind with pleasure so intense she almost couldn't focus her eyes. Her body so sensitive, she flinched from his breath on her neck when he settled his lower body between her thighs at last. She sobbed in relief and widened her legs, welcoming him, the soles of her feet planted on the bed.

He was at her entrance, slowly pushing in with increasing pressure. He was big but her body accepted him, though not easily. He pressed in, quickly and firmly, to the hilt and she screamed at the pleasure of it. She felt too full. He'd gone so deep, but she didn't care. She just wanted him to fill her up and satisfy the ache that had been growing deep inside her. He withdrew slowly and she moaned. He surged back in and this time they moaned in unison.

From almost the moment she'd met him, she'd had a secret fantasy of him taking her, with strong, powerful movements that left her helpless and wanting more. Him moving over her, with his eyes blazing red with passion.