Starport: Zeta Prime (Alt) (10 page)

As
the waves slowed, she hooked her ankles together across his
back
, entwining herself with
him. She could feel the heavy beat of his heart as he lay on her,
and sensed him tensing up. Jillian moved her hips harder, wanting
him to be sated, satisfied. The thought of him about to spill into
her increased her horniness–she was covered with a film of sweat
but she was long beyond caring, trying to focus instead on his
pleasure now.

Faron
wanted her to
have more before he allowed himself to let go, he wanted to stay
inside her hotness forever, and he rolled over so that she was on
top of him. At first, she stayed parallel to his body, continuing
the grinding he had been doing before, tilting so that she could
still rub her button against the solid wall of his
pelvis.

Then, he pushed gently on her shoulders so that she sat
upright, and placed hands roughly on her ass, moving her back and
forth onto him. His eyes were
half-hooded as he absorbed her form, delighting in the
jumping of her breasts as he moved her. One of his hands left her
ass and moved up to her breast, pushing it up and teasing her
nipple with his forefinger.

She
reached her arms forward and spread her palms against his muscled
chest. Still cupping her, his other hand moved around to where
their genitals joined, and he put his thumb on her clit, so that
each glide forward gave her an electric shock of delight. Arching
her back, she rode against him, faster and faster until his eyes
half-closed again and he started to grunt, grabbing her behind once
more to keep the momentum going.

She couldn’t resist looking at him as she felt
his dick expand even further and got more excited at his closeness.
Holding his face in her hands, she let him take control again as he
rotated back to put himself on top. Locking his elbows so he could
see her, he thrust and panted as she felt the heat in her pussy
light once more.

With a forceful push, she felt a hot spurt hit
her insides as he grunted and spilt his seed into her. The next
spurt convulsed her pussy into her third melting orgasm, and she
leaked over his cock, their fluid mixing together, sticky and warm.
As she clamped around him she felt the upward jerk of his
ejaculation, and she became dizzy with the length and power of her
final orgasm.

She
shivered, well and truly spent, her bones seemingly turned to water
in her body as she relaxed to the point of paralysis.

Faron
stayed inside
her, holding himself up slightly so as not to crush her. For a
while, they both just stared at each other, regaining their breath
and staying in the bubble they had just created. Then, a smile
broke across Jillian’s face. It was sheer joy that she could not
keep from showing. Faron smiled back and this made the joy rise
into her throat where it erupted as laughter.

“
That was a
mazing. I
wish I could tell you,” she said to him with a hint of regret at
her decision.

“
I’m
sorry I don’t know your words. You are perfect,” he
replied.

She kissed him, sorry that she had put up this
act now, but feeling as though it were too late to admit to her
lie.

He
kissed her back and lay by her side, covering her with silky fur
and pulling her to him so he could cradle her in his arms. She
rested her head upon his chest, the most content she had been in
forever. For the first time since she had been
brought
to the
village, she closed her eyes to sleep with her head completely free
from worry.

Chapter
Eleven

The light woke
Jillian the next morning. Where the bed was positioned
inside the hut, the morning sun sent a beam of light straight onto
her face. She found she was smiling before she had even opened her
eyes, and flopped her arm across to reach for her new man. Unable
to locate him, she sat up to look around.

Faron
stood by the
door, taking long gulps from a jug of water. She coughed to get his
attention, knowing that words would be pointless and he turned to
her. She patted the bed, inviting him back in. He seemed
unresponsive to her flirting, almost sullen as he walked over and
pecked her on the tip of her nose.

“
I know you can’t understand me.
But I have to go out hunting with the tribe.”

Jillian
’s heart
sank
.
She was bitterly disappointed at him leaving so soon.
Wasn’t this supposed to be their honeymoon? She wanted to be with
him, wanted him to hold her again–for him to touch her the way he
had last night. The memory of it caused her lower regions to throb,
and her disappointment grew.

Faron
paused by the
door, ashamed at his lie, but knew that he had to do this before it
poisoned him. For every crime there should be punishment, and he
wanted to carry this out and get it over with.

“
You may
go wherever you please within the village, but don’t roam outside.
There are creatures in our wilderness that you wouldn’t be able to
protect yourself against. It can be very dangerous.” He was stern,
preoccupied. Frustration at the language barrier was obvious as he
stopped to think. Pointing to the tree line then shaking his head,
he hoped that she would get the message.

Jillian
nodded at his
mime, signifying that she understood, but the shine had gone from
her eyes and she panicked that she hadn’t been enough for him,
hadn’t satisfied him enough and she had to muster up all her
strength to flash him an unfelt smile as he left.

To
the side of the communal hut,
Faron had gathered a few men. Ashan, Charin and Camil stood
before him, expectant and surprised at being gathered so soon after
his binding ceremony.

Faron
had to get this
done. Last night, he had realized that he was in love with Jillian,
and with that emotion there was great anger at the men in her
colony who had mistreated her in such a way. It was playing on his
mind, and as her mate and leader of the tribe, it was his duty to
protect her–to protect his village.

“
I intend to extend a warning to
the invaders. They must pay for what they did to my mate, and they
must learn to never cross us. I want a clean, short warning. No
deaths but a clear message. Understood?”

The four males nodded. They understood and
were willing for battle. Following their leader, they leapt into
the trees.

Faron
lead them
straight to the bunker that he had seen Jillian taken to, where the
men hunted her as she tried to escape. Crouching atop the branches,
they sat in wait, listening to Faron’s plans.

“
We will have to lure them out, they have invisible
protection around the outside of the building.
Stay here until the fence is down and others
arrive. Then attack.”

He
pounced down to the floor, and his fellow men did the same. As one
of the guards made his patrol around the outside
, Faron rushed up, steering clear of the fence
he knew was protecting them. Making wild hand gestures, he
gesticulated his concerns to the wide-eyed guard. He made out that
he had seen one of them, out in the forest by pointing to him and
then out towards the trees. The guard seemed to understand,
retrieving a block from his belt and talking into it with some
urgency whilst keeping an eye on Faron.

As
three others
came, Faron
repeated his gestures and saw the men huddle. They had obviously
decided he was reporting a sighting of Jillian and omitted the
force field to step out towards the wilderness. As they did so,
Faron called to his men who sprang from the
branches.

The
element of surprise worked in their favor as the guards stumbled
backwards at the shock of the ambush. Taking one each, the tribe
picked their opponent leaving the guard who had spoken to them
first to Faron.

He
took a run up and kicked out, mid-air. The blow hit the guard
square on the jaw as he went straight down.
Faron moved up to him slowly, knowing their
feebleness was no match for his people.

His fury at the way they had treated his mate
provided the adrenalin that was rushing through him. They had
certainly intended to kill her if she’d have been found, and he
wanted to give them a serious enough warning.

To his left, Camil had picked one of the men
up by his jacket, and held him for a moment before throwing him ten
feet away, crumpled on the ground.

Faron
swiped his
guard’s face as he tried to stand, leaving an angry welt that
started to swell instantly.

Ashan
also had his man on the floor, and was holding back from exhibiting
proper fighting mode, keeping in mind what his leader had told
him–this battle was just a warning. The guard was already bleeding
from the nose and weeping, staying down and putting up no struggle,
so Ashan circled him slowly, making sure he stayed
fearful.

Charin was having more issues. His opponent was the most
solid that he had ever seen of these beings. His wide bulk made him
slow, however, and Charin was agile and nifty, able to duck and
weave, laying well-placed hits onto the man’s jaw. Each one was
accompanied by a cracking sound but the guard seemed to feel no
pain, and remained standing–face red from rage. Charin knew he had
to be careful, the guard kept reaching for the death weapon at his
side–and he timed his jabs well enough to keep the man too busy
from doing so. But he would not go down
.
E
ven a sprung kick in the
center of his chest only gave him a momentary
wobble.

Ashan
noticed his companion’s plight, although the guard hadn’t managed
to get close enough to cause any damage, he was resistant to the
fight, a seeming stonewall of strength. Giving the guard he was
toying with a kick in the gut to disable him for a few moments,
Ashan dashed over to Charin to assist with his battle.

Faron
watched on,
feeling confident that his men could handle themselves. They were
stronger and fitter, and sure enough he saw Charin’s guard topple,
unable to stand against the two of them.

A
movement from the floor caught his eye and, to his horror, he saw
the guard Ashan had left slowly reach for his death
weapon.

“
No,” h
e cried out,
running over to stop him.

* * * *

Back in the hut,
Jillian hopped out of the bed and bent to pick up her scant
pieces of clothing from the floor. She sighed at the flashback of
Faron taking them off of her the previous evening, a mixture of
happiness and worry swirling in her mind.

He had
been so different this morning, pre-occupied and uninterested. She
was sure that he had enjoyed himself as much as she had–he should
have woken up feeling fantastic, as she had before seeing his
mood.

Hoping
that he’d make it up to her when he returned, she decided to
explore the village properly now that she was free to, and dressed
quickly, curiosity winning over. Plus, she was hungry, and wanted
to see where she could get breakfast.

Jillian
felt a little
nervous as she emerged into the warm morning sun alone. She hadn’t
been into the village before the ceremony, and wasn’t sure what the
protocol was–could she just wander into any building? Would they
expect her to knock?

She made
her way toward the biggest hut with unsure steps, glancing back, at
the very bottom of the village she saw her old prison, ramshackle
and isolated. She would try her best to make a good impression on
the people today–not wanting to end up back in there.

The door to the building was open, and she peered inside to
see several rows of large, wood tables. The space was big, like a
hall, and she concluded that this must be where they ate together.
It was decorated, much like the room she had just come
from
–cozy and inviting and a
sweet smell wafting from the back of it made her stomach
grumble.

Just as she was about to make a tentative step
in, Cara, one of the females who had prepped her yesterday, came
rushing forward from a door at the top.

“
Come
in, come in.” She insisted, taking Jillian’s hand and sitting her
at one of the empty tables.

“
I’ll
get you some food and water. You must be ravenous, right,” she said
with a wink. Jillian smiled at her, mute. She was bubbly and
friendly and put her instantly at ease.

“
Jillian,” she said slowly, pointing to herself,
wanting to extend the hospitality she had been shown without
revealing her lie.

“
Cara.” The girl beamed at her
before vanishing behind the door. She returned with two other
females, carrying a jug, goblets and a bowl of food. Setting it
down in front of her, they all sat around, interested and intrigued
at the stranger in their village.