Page 47 of Her Alien Savior
“Direl!” I yelled with annoyance, and then narrowed my eyes, “You will move, or I will make you move!”
This seemed to only excite him more. A few of our onlookers hooted and stomped their feet. With a sigh, I rushed forward, and Direl was so fast with his long strides that for a moment I second guessed whether he really would hurt me.
“Here!” a voice called out, and a thump on the ground showed a weapon was thrown close by. I slid across the dirt to grab it and something I never thought I’d hear again echoed through my mind, “You got this, Lee!”
For fuck’s sake, I whimpered. What was my mind doing to me?
I gulped down the pain, and twisted the spear-like weapon in my hands just in time to guide Direl’s epul off the spear and force his arm to fly up while I slammed down across the back of his legs. Necia warriors didn’t have spikes everywhere, and there were spots that were vulnerable. Everyone had a weakness.
He stumbled backwards, his feet lifting as if to jump and recover from the shock of the spear knocking him from his balance. I could see he would recover quickly, and I made my move to bring the weapon back around, as I cartwheeled to a stand, and pushed out to use the blunt end against his chest.
There was pure bliss on his face as he took the fall, and proceeded to throw his arms out, and literally threw his own legs up to flip back to a stand. This guy took surprise with ease and rebounded like I’d never seen. He was fucking laughing!
A feralness came over me, and I forgot all about my dead brother’s ghost haunting me. Direl was going down! It wasn’t like I wanted to hurt him, but I’d wipe that smile off his beautiful face before this was over.
“You’re mine,” I gritted, while I flourished my weapon, more for show and intimidation than anything else.
The crowd gathered around us cheered, a rhythmic chanting echoed like we were in a Roman Colosseum and the emperor would soon shout down from above for mercy or death. I got used to the weight of the new weapon in my hands, and the smooth texture of the grip, and well-worn leather. It felt like it was made for me, the correct length for my height, the right amount of heft to the materials for my strength, and even the right placement of hand holds for how I liked to handle the weapon. It was only the spear tip on the one side, and the bludgeoning ornament on the other that were unfamiliar.
I smacked at Direl’s arm, being careful not to cut him with the pointy end but attempting to test the feel of maneuvering against a living weapon, and the tension of his epul. He simply grunted and stared at me with fascination and awe. This was weapon’s dancing, I thought with a cheeky smile before I spun around and landed on bended knee with my spear sweeping to catch him just above the ankles where his epul curled. It was almost like a hook, securing my spear within the epul, and either he’d retract them and jump, or he would get stuck and follow the momentum of my weapon built up with the spinning to increase the velocity.
He went down on his back, and unlike a female necia, he didn’t have his epul directly on his back, they spiked outwards at his sides, and curved up around his shoulders. I didn’t worry about injuring his second skeleton with the fall. And thinking this duel of his was similar to the one I had with Nen-Le, I let go of the spear as it traveled with his feet and would keep his feet restrained unless he withdrew his epul.
I had to act fast and use the distraction to grab his wrist and draw first blood. There was no way I’d get to his blood by normal means, and I didn’t want to risk going too deep with the spear, but his epul just above his wrist was shorter and should do the trick. He grabbed my hand as I reached for his wrist, and I used his own momentum to move the action where I wanted it to go, back into his neck as I flung a leg over to straddled him. No epul were poking out of his abdomen, just scales and armored skin.
Holding his hand at the side of his face, his own epul poked at his neck. His own resistance stopped most of them from puncturing excepting the one I planned on doing it’s job. He was protecting his neck, but that didn’t account for the small epul under his arm, that easily entered under his clavicle when he resisted the push towards his neck, I simply redirected the aim downwards.
I smiled at him sweetly as a single stream of blood dripped down his chest. It was slow, meaning he wasn’t injured beyond what his species could handle. But my eyes were fixated on the thin line of iridescent blue that trickled from his wound. My breathing was coming out in huffs, and heaves as I stared at it. My knuckles were turning white from clenching his hand, and he lifted it up and over his head, bringing my face down to his neck with the movement. I noticed now, all the epul that were once out on full display, including around his neck and shoulders were gone. His chest rose and fell, matching my own before his hips bucked slightly and I moaned.
What was coming over me?
Before I knew what I was doing, I reasserted my control, by slamming his hand up and back down above his head with the hand that we held together. I whimpered as I sunk down to lick the blood from the hole that was already closing up with a loud moan. All the sounds of the crowd around us were silent, and I couldn’t even hear the whistle of the wind that fluttered through my hair. All I heard was him, and the hum of his hearts beating so fast.
I kissed up his chest to his neck and ran my teeth along his skin until I found a soft spot not protected by his toughened scales which felt like smooth supple suede. Right below his ear I could hear his heartbeat louder, and even feel the pulse beneath his thick skin. Without a thought I clamped down with my teeth and he hissed while his other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me close, begging for more. A small trickle of liquid entered my mouth and I moaned, lapping it up.
“Yes,” he hissed through his teeth, husky and deep. His hand above his head flexed in my hand gripping me as his other wrapped up into my hair and urged me on.
It warmed down my throat. His blood seemed to pulse all the way into my ribcage, and into my very heart.
“Mine,” I said while I demanded more of him.
And then he said the only thing that would break me, “Always, My Pulsunne.”
I clung to him and whimpered once more. How long was always, I thought? I kissed his neck, and licked my lips of his blood, and then found my way to his mouth whispering, “If you die, I won’t survive it.” Then crashed against him with needy desperation, coaxing his lips to part for me. Tasting him, and his tongue played against my own in equal measure. Our mouths battled each other for an always we didn’t know we had, for an always that might not come, and for an always that might only be this moment.
He lifted me from the ground, my legs wrapping around his torso as he bounded back through the conservatory, but not returning to our rooms. Direl entered the forest and pressed me against a blue colored tree. Our lips pressed and nibbled until his hands roamed to my ass, feeling, and pulling me towards him. It was only now that I recognized he was completely naked, the scraps of his pants worn away from his epul, and when they retracted there was nothing keeping them on through the run after our duel. His cock was pressing between my legs, and I regretted every piece of clothing that was on my own body.
“Take it off,” I demanded of him.
He growled, and the small epul on his arms extended to rip through the tie at my trill robes as my arms clung around his neck. The warm air felt cool on my skin as he yanked the fabric off. My body was burning up, and his heat pulsed against my entrance, pressing between my slick folds.
I took his blood, and I knew that was part of the process to ready my body for babies, but I didn’t care. A part of my brain convinced myself that it wasn’t possible because I was infertile, that it wasn’t possible because it was too soon after taking his blood to be readied for an interspecies coupling, and another spark of a long dead dream thought but what if we did?
We were both dying in two Dan Stars anyways… and I wouldn’t go into a suicidal duel without experiencing this, I resolved while wiggling my butt into place to rub my juices along his shaft. I reveled in the way he bit his lip and moaned before devouring my mouth with his once more.
He swept hair away from my face, and pulled back to stare at me. Direl’s eyes were amber once more, but the black of his pupils dilated and switched between the two like breathing, in and out.
“I wish to give you my bond, Pulsunne. There will be no other, only you.”
