Page 21 of Her Alien Savior
Necia warriors were a very open tribe that didn’t have the same societal norms that prevented humans from accepting natural parts of themselves. We were a pretty conservative species compared to the necia. They didn’t even have a currency, other than honor. I smiled at that, it was a nice concept.
Once I had Direl out of harm’s way, I spun around, taking my jacket off. Then I whipped it out, held it securely on both ends to capture her wrist, and twisted to fasten before I yanked it towards herself. It was only after I had done it that I even thought about if the warrior was caught too off guard, skewering herself on her own epul... fuck.
I had no intention of harming her so bad that she changed the terms of the engagement.
She grunted as I felt the tension from her own fist, meeting with the side of her abdomen. Slowly she withdrew her hand and stared at it, before her wide eyes turned to me. There was blood on her knuckles, and her epul were still partially extended, though not as long as they were before. I really hadn’t considered, with their honor and all, that she would be pissed at losing either. Would she decide to murder me?
I didn’t even register Direl’s words when he spoke. The female warrior and me were stuck in a stare off. She broke the silence between us. “You are either very brave, or crazy, human. Both honorable qualities when facing a superior opponent. As a bit of crazy can give you the advantage of surprise. My name is General Nen-Le.”
“Riley,” I replied back, still unsure if I should be expecting her to use her own surprise attack to end me for making her bleed. But, also I couldn’t live with myself if I had actually harmed her. I tried to get a good look at her wound, and there was a small trickle of blood leaking from the four punctures of her epul.
“You may bathe in your victory, human,” she caught my gaze, and I blinked in my confusion. I obviously didn’t know enough about their culture to understand what she was talking about.
Chester cleared his throat to get my attention. “You need to lick her wound,” he prompted me.
I needed to what? My eyes darted between Chester, General Nen-Le, and then Direl. It was Direl, who I now noticed was staring at me with his hand outstretched with a furrow to this brow like he was concentrating on holding himself back that confused me. Was he asking me to do what Chester said? Obviously, this was some kind of honor thing, and if I refused, I may be insulting the necia warrior. Based on Chester’s lack of concern, I was probably safe from contamination from this process. On Earth this would be sharing more than blood, but diseases or whatever viruses they may be carrying with them, but also... licking alien blood just seemed.... eww.
Was this normal?
An image of my lips on Direl’s with the metallic taste of his blood on my tongue entered my mind, and I didn’t find that gross. A strange heat pooled in my belly at the thought of licking the blood from his firm abs before I resumed the kiss we had shared before. I would gladly lick the blood from Direl, but that wasn’t who was offering. I wrinkled my nose as I approached the general.
At least if I got close enough, I could just kind of lick around the blood, and smear it with my lip or something so she “thinks” I bathed in my victory, or whatever. Plus, while I was face-to-face with her injury, I could verify that she was okay. I took another step forward, reluctantly releasing my jacket from around her wrist.
All I could think about was, how was I going to go about this without actually licking her blood? Then there was that whole trust thing about whether she was going to stab me or not. I leaned over, and Nen-Le angled her exposed stomach. I couldn’t help grimacing at what I was about to do, but I undid my ponytail to hide my face, and placed my hands on her hips, and then leaned my head against her. With my hair released I allowed it to fall haphazardly to hide exactly where my tongue was licking and swiped up her skin and used my nose to rub around the wound.
This seemed highly unsanitary, but Nen-Le gripped the back of my head and tugged me closer with what I couldn’t describe as anything other than a moan. The action was so sudden, and unanticipated that some of her blood got on my lips, and I think I actually had some of her blood in my mouth. I was about to gag, but instead I found it didn’t taste bad. It wasn’t the kind of strange contentment I felt that scared the crap out of me when I kissed Direl, but it was oddly sweet. Her blood was a mixture of metal and salt, but it tingled and warmed against my tongue. Without any thought about it, I licked up her torso with my own disturbed moaning as her fingers threaded through my hair to pull me in for more.
She took a step back, yet her hand stayed within my strands, guiding me with her as I lapped up the small remnants of her blood until she was clean. Nen-Le was hardly injured at all, the gashes were merely holes not so different from when her species released their epul from under her first skin. We were both lucky she had probably hit into her own epul skeleton and didn’t hit anything important.
I stumbled forward and wrapped my arms around her waist to prevent myself from falling. Nen-Le had led us to the bed, and she was now sitting at the edge with me between her legs, and my face pressed against her wound, panting, and probably smeared with the blood that didn’t make it to my mouth. Licking my lips, I closed my eyes allowing the warmth to fill me.
Behind me Direl had followed, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at him with soft eyes, but there was a hard set to his jaw that troubled me.
“What do you think you’re doing, Direl?” Nen-Le eyed him warily, and her fingers massaged against my scalp in a coaxing gesture for me to continue. Continue with what, exactly, I didn’t know. I wasn’t even sure what we were doing. My body was acting like it had a mind of its own, following her commands just to feel the warmth of her that made my skin feel on fire if I didn’t.
“Mine,” he grunted.
“We are not finished,” she hissed back. “Riley will bathe with me first. How dare you interrupt. Are you so injured, you cannot wait?”
Direl bowed his head to Nen-Le, and the hand on my shoulder squeezed before trailing heat down my arm to grab my hand. He lifted my finger to his mouth and placed it in his mouth. What was this delicious sensation, I thought, with a moan? Where her touch seared, his tongue trailed a wonderful calming cool before it flicked and then he sucked until he kissed the tip. His lips pecked along sending shivers through my bones until he dragged his teeth lightly at my wrist, kissing again. So many sensations rippled through my core, and my thighs clenched.
All he did was touch my hand, and yet I was tingling all over. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan. All my attention was on Direl, as he lifted and pressed my hand against his cheek while he suckled at my wrist. How was such an exposed part of my body causing so many butterflies to swirl in my stomach. It wasn’t like he was rubbing his hard cock against me, but my eyes trailed down to see it was definitely capable.
This wasn’t enough, I needed more from him, but as I tried to lean my head against him my other hand was tugged the opposite direction. A gentle sway of my body this way to that, as a strange sensation rippled down my arms. Slowly my eyes drifted from Direl, to see Nen-Le was kissing my other forearm. I was being worshipped by two warriors, both vying for my attentions, a hand with each of them. She slowly turned my arm, exposing the inside of my elbow, where she nuzzled her nose lightly over my skin before her tongue swiped out, and her lips suctioned onto the sensitive skin there. I had no idea there were such innocuous spots on my body that were sending all sorts of spasms through my muscles and down to my core.
Breathless, I tried to understand what was happening, and also why I had no desire to stop whatever it was that they were making me feel. “I-I don’t understand,” I stammered, and gasped at the end when Direl’s lips made their way to my neck, and my blood rushed to where he nipped, and licked.
“Are we supposed to be joining?” Bryce whispered off to the side, but my mind was so consumed I couldn’t reply.
“No, we weren’t part of the offer,” Chester admonished. “Interrupting a ritual of the tribe would put us at the mercy of punishment by the commander. Only they are allowed to participate, though if you’re horny, then you can relieve yourself, or wait to seek your own bath.”
“What about the other dude?” Bryce scoffed.
“He was the reason they dueled to begin with, the offer is extended to him by default,” Ashley was the one that spoke, and suddenly I was keenly aware that the faces I was making as Direl and Nen-Le lavished my body with their tongues was not private. I bit my lip trying to stop another soft moan from escaping as Direl gently tugged at my earlobe with his teeth, then licked his hot tongue up before his hand directed my chin towards him, so he could consume the sounds from my mouth before they escaped. His lips moved against mine as Nen-Le pressed her ample chest against my arm, and her soft fingers tickled the back of my hip just above my pants. I was pressed between two warrior aliens, and each of them was treating me like a delicacy to be tasted with slow relish.
I wanted more, but how could I be okay with doing any of this while they were injured, and the alien that injected me with a tracker was still in charge of— My thoughts stilled as Nen-Le nibbled at my shoulder while Direl’s hand wrung through my hair and took hold of my lips, working his mouth against mine with increasing need. Heat rushed between my legs, and liquid interest slicked between my folds. Like both of them knew how much they turned me on, Direl swept his arm under my knees and plowed me onto the bed. He gently laid me on the cushioned surface with Nen-Le crawling up beside us. Her breasts pressed into my arm, as Direl kissed just under my hip bone, tugging at the top of my pants with his teeth.
Glancing down behind heavy lids, I watched as he mischievously smiled at me. The epul on his forehead poked out, and with precision he rubbed his sharpened epul against my pants with enough destructive pressure to rip the fabric, but not pierce my skin. A shiver rippled down my legs and curled my toes knowing how he was both dangerous and gentle. With a wiggle I tried to escape my pants, lifting my hips to urge him on, but he stayed where he was and with a swift yank tore the remnants off, exposing myself to him with only a thin pair of panties the final barrier between us.
