20

- Sophia -

Jax'zan thinks deeply. “Zophia is only woman on Xren,” he repeats. “The Mother of Xren. Brings the Treasure.”

I never calibrated the translator to specifically interpret loving statements right. I'm sure they can be hard for a machine to understand. It's probably pretty abstract stuff.

Anyway, this all makes me relieved, so I crane my neck and kiss him on the lips.

He kisses me right back and puts his hand behind my head to hold me close while we explore each other and he gently bites my lips. It feels nice, so I moan a little to make him increase the pressure. He does, and bites my lower lip right on the limit between pleasure and pain. He's very good at this.

We drag each other into the tent and pull each other's clothing off. His kilt falls easily, and I notice that usually only his normal cock stands to attention. That other one I guess he can control somehow.

Stars, he has two of them ... The thought overwhelms me for a second and I can feel my breath going very fast. I lie down on my back and spread my legs so lewdly it turns me on even more. Of course I'm totally ready for him again, hot and wet.

He kneels between my legs and places himself at my opening, then pushes into me with one firm stroke accompanied by an almost embarrassingly wet squelch from my pussy. But I don't care. He makes me horny. Where is the shame in that?

He fucks me and I look into his smouldering eyes, like living rubies that glitter and heat me up. He has an inner fire that he hasn't quite released with me yet. But now I want it. I want all of him.

“Fuck me,” I groan, and it's the most sincere request I've ever given anyone. Thankfully the translator remains quiet. Its tone of voice isn't suited to this situation. I make a mental note to consult it about what that dirty phrase is in Jax'zan's language. I have a feeling it could be useful.

He seems to get it and now he doesn't hold back. He pins me with those laser eyes and then he fucks me hard and fast, like a piston just stimulating all of me at the same time. Now I can't separate the various sensations that are spreading out from my girly bits – they all melt together into one exhilarating, white hot feeling of being fucked.

I lock my legs behind his back, opening myself and keeping him in place. The orgasm is tugging at my consciousness. He's turning me into a total slut, coming after just a minute of being fucked. I both want to come and to make this last, because looking into his eyes makes me feel so strongly that we're one right now. The squeals and groans and moans and whimpers are torn from me without conscious effort at all. It's all just natural. He's forcing me to feel it all. It's like a revelation: oh, so this is what sex can be.

My eyes widen as I just let the flood wave wash over me. “Yeeahhhhhhh!” I scream, feeling our bodies meld and his male strength mixing with my female vitality. The result is beyond anything I've experienced and I'm not even sure what happens, except that this little tent is clearly the center of the universe at this point. I just go with the flow, not that I have a choice in the first place. His deep grunts into my ear tells me that he must be feeling the same thing as we come together in a primal embrace that seems to never end and provides the perfect escape from everything else in my life. My mind can only handle this, nothing more. And that suits me perfectly.

I stare deliriously into his alien eyes, my nose full of the scent of our mating and Jax'zan's heat all around and in me.

“Thank you,” I hear myself say.

- - -

The aftershocks last for a long time.

This planet makes me primitive, and the memory of the university and my project and my life on Earth is growing distant. I mean, if there was the slightest chance I could go home, of course I would. But if I couldn't bring Jax'zan, or if I could never come back here to him, then I would think again. I've never felt anything like what I feel for him. I'm so deeply in love, and I don't have to worry that he's a player or that what I see isn't the real him. He's too transparent. What I see is what I get. And what I see is pretty spectacular.

I still hate the planet. But I love him.

When I force myself to think of spending the rest of my life here, I don't panic anymore. I'm safe as long as I'm with him. Sure, it's a fragile security. If anything happens to Jax'zan, or if he leaves me when he's had his fun, then I'm pretty much screwed. Probably. But until then, I'm not going to worry. On a planet this wild, with this many dangers and things that can go wrong, I have no choice but to take one day at a time. And this day has been great.

The fire outside crackles and sends a little flickering shimmer of orange light into the tent. His arm is around me again and he hums softly into my hair. I relax all over and just melt into him. He makes me feel ... alive.

For the first time on this planet I smile to myself.

- - -

As always he's up before me, and when I look for my clothes, I find them neatly folded and placed in a corner of the tent. From the middle support of the tent hangs some pieces of supple, white leather.

I take them down and examine them. It's clearly a skirt and a top, and I'm pretty sure they're for me.

They're held together by a very thick and tough thread, and I recognize the pattern on the leather – this is dinosaur skin from the monsters that charged us yesterday.

And the garments fit pretty well, too. The skirt is considerably longer than Jax'zan's own kilt, and goes to just below the knee. The top hangs over my chest and leaves my midriff pretty bare, but I don't mind that too much. I don't have a mirror, but I assume I look pretty much like a cavewoman. I notice that the skirt has two pouches sewn into it, one big and one smaller. I understand it right away. One is for the gun and the other is for the translator.

When I crawl out of the tent, Jax'zan first stares, then smiles.

“Yeah,” I say and look down myself. “I had no idea you're a tailor, too.”

“Warrior must know many things,” he says simply. “Skin is from Big called garg. Last many cycles.”

I stroke the leather. Garg skin. It's supple, but it does feel durable, too. And I get a primitive thrill from knowing that it's from a deadly dinosaur. “Thank you. This must have taken you all night to do.”

He shrugs. “Warrior learns to delay sleep when something must be done. Now Zophia looks like Xren warrior. Woman Xren warrior.”

He's made breakfast again, and he must have paid attention to what I like, because there's more of the roots and herbs and less of the meat. Does he have no flaws?

I sit down to enjoy it in the relatively cool morning air. The sun is rising, but there's still a little bit of mist. “How far away is your village?”

“Half-day walk,” he says without hesitation. “Known terrain. Many dangers over. Bigs don't enjoy come too close to Rexvi tribe.”

I detect some pride in that, and I hide a smile. He has a simple, boyish quality to him that's perfectly balanced by his unshakeable confidence and obvious skills. I'm falling harder and harder for this guy.

I gaze back the way we came. I can't see the mountain where the girls are waiting for me to bring them help. It's at least a couple of days' march distant.

“Will your tribe help me and my friends?”

He chews and gazes off into the distance. “Zophia is Mother of Xren. Friends ... are not.”

I stiffen. If he's planning to just abandon them to their faith while I become his mate and whatever else, then I might have some news for him. “The tribe must help them,” I say calmly, “or Sophia won't become the mother of anything.”

He juts his chin out in his nodding way. “Friends are women. Trespass on sacred Bune. Prophecy does not mention.”

“Uh-huh. Does the prophecy mention the Mother of Xren telling the tribe to get lost and then going back to her friends?”

He glances at me and ponders for a minute. “No.”

“Then I'm not sure your prophecy is worth much. Because that's absolutely what you're looking at if my friends don't receive some pretty substantial assistance pretty soon.”

He doesn't reply, but I can see that he's thinking. Probably he can't decide that for himself and needs to get the other members of his tribe to agree. I just might have to prime him and give him some arguments that he can use in any discussion.

“They're women, young and beautiful women with many skills. They would be of great value to the tribe.”

He juts/nods again. “Women are of inestimable value. Yet, only Mother is mentioned in Prophecy. Other women not. Mysterious.”

“They need help. Innocent women, abducted and shipwrecked. Stranded. They may die if the tribe won't help. It's very shameful for a tribe to let that happen. Dishonorable.”

“Honor is important to Rexvi tribe,” he agrees. “The Ancestors also important. The Prophecy also important.”

Huh. I don't feel like I'm making much of an impact. “And like I said, if they don't get just the same help that I get, then I'll leave. They're my friends. I can't abandon them. I have my honor, too.”

He looks at me for a long time with those glowing eyes. “Jax'zan wants to help other women.”

“But it's not up to you, is that it? You have to consult the tribe.”

He takes his time replying. He's a little like Delyah, thinking before he speaks. “Zophia largest event on Xren. As the Prophecy states. Friends not mentioned. Jax'zan cannot make decision alone.”

“And is there a chance that the tribe will agree with you and that they will help my friends?”

He tosses a twig far away and it rouses a little flock of small flying things that screech and take to the sky on bat-like wings. “There is chance. Rexvi tribe honorable and respected. Alien women big event.”

He gets to his feet and there's a finality to his tone. I guess it's not unreasonable that he has to make every reservation about what the tribe might actually do. He's too honest to promise me something that he knows isn't up to him. I guess I just have to accept it. For now, anyway.

I turn the translator off. I have to save its battery for talking the tribe into helping the girls.

We walk in silence, faster now than yesterday. Jax'zan doesn't look around as much, and I can tell that this is very familiar terrain for him. He takes us on a small detour straight to a little spring of cool, crystal clear water, where we drink our fill. Then it feels like he sets up a straight line for his village.