TAUSHEN

Brooke loops her arms around my neck, one hand knotting in my mane. She leans in even closer to whisper in my ear—

Only to bite my earlobe.

I groan in surprise, shocked at both her bold action and the response it elicits in my body. Powerful, hungry need surges through me, and it takes everything I have not to clasp her by the waist, push her to the wall of this strange cave, and shove my hand between her thighs and see if her cunt is wet for me.

It takes a moment for me to realize she is speaking. Whispering. “I have a problem,” she tells me in my ear, and then gently sucks on my earlobe.

This time, I cannot stop the groan that erupts from my throat. “Problem?” I breathe, all the blood in my body surging to my cock. “What is it?”

“I think I’ve been roofied,” she tells me, her delicious tongue sliding along my earlobe. And she gives a little sigh as if she is the happiest creature ever. “Your skin tastes amazing.”

My skin? All I can think is that her tongue is incredibly smooth and soft and slick against my earlobe, and her little square teeth feel incredible as they nip at me. I try to concentrate on what she is saying. “You…you are rooted?”

“Roofied,” she repeats. “I need to have sex. Need to mate.”

Is this what “roo-fee” means? She wishes to mate? Now? But when she slicks her small tongue against my ear again, I cannot resist her. I clasp her against me, dragging her body against my hard cock. She gives a low moan and slides one hand there, caressing it. “Now?” I cannot help but ask.

“The aliens want pregnant females,” she tells me breathlessly, whispering in my ear. “They think you’re my mate. Or that we can be mates. They’ll keep us together, I think, but only if you make me pregnant.”

I am shocked. She wants me to get her with child? This is why she wants to mate? “I…cannot make you bear a kit,” I tell her. “Not without resonance—”

She presses her fingers to my mouth, silencing me. “Don’t tell them that. Let them think what they want, as long as it keeps us together. If they think we’re mated, they’ll keep us together. If not, we’re expendable.” She gives me another hot look that tells me she is very much still thinking about mating, despite the fact that I cannot give her a kit, and caresses my cock again through my leathers. “I can see you’re not totally opposed to the idea,” she teases. “How about it?”

“You truly want to mate?”

“I don’t know if ‘want’ to is the right word for it.” She gives a little laugh that almost sounds as pained as it is aroused. “More like I need to.”

Because she wishes to keep the secret? She wants the aliens to think she is my mate? It seems like a large thing to pretend, but when she caresses my cock again, that soft look in her eyes, I think she might wish to touch me despite the deception.

Cautiously, I lean in and press my mouth lightly to hers. Her mouth is soft, her breath sweet, and she moans with pleasure at the mouth-mating. If this is what she wants—what will keep her safe—how can I refuse? The truth is that her touch excites me, and the thought of mating with her, of taking her as my pleasure-mate, fills me with great joy. It does not matter that our captors are what bring us together. After this, I will keep her in my furs and make her realize that she does not need to flirt with others to get what she wants.

I will be the only one for her. I will tend to all her needs. I will be her male in all ways. She will need no other. She will look at no other. I will be hers and she will be mine, even without resonance. Let Warrek take Suh-mer. I have claimed Brooke as my own in this moment.

“More,” she demands, and I eagerly do as she asks. I slant my mouth over hers again, pressing my lips to hers with all the feverish intensity I feel. She makes a frustrated noise in her throat, and her mouth opens under mine. Startled, I realize I am doing it wrong when she slicks her tongue into my mouth. Of course. Her tongue wishes to mate with mine. With a groan, I clasp her against me and give her my tongue. When she makes a little noise of pleasure, I realize this is what she craves. I experiment with what movements she likes, and when I slide my tongue against hers, stroking as I would my cock into her cunt, she makes such noises that I nearly lose control. A mouth-mating, indeed.

Over and over, I mate my tongue with her smooth one, enjoying her sweet taste and her responses. Her body presses against mine, and I cannot help but let my hands roam over her. I caress her rounded bottom, slide my hands along her sides and her hips, and when I can resist no longer, I caress her fascinating rounded teats.

Her moan of encouragement makes my sac tighten against my body, and I close my eyes, breaking from our kiss to control myself. I cannot spill in my pants. I must not. I need to treat her as if she is my mate. She wants to fool the others, and no male would ever spill in his pants at the touch of his female.

If Brooke has noticed that I have paused, she does not care. She makes a frustrated sound in her throat and tears at her leathers, pulling them over her head and revealing a strange band she wears over her teats.

“Undress,” she commands me. “Now. Please.”

I nod and pause for only a moment. What if our captors are watching? Then, I realize it does not matter—if I want to keep Brooke at my side, I must claim her regardless. Let them see me take my mate, then. Let them watch me claim her. I groan at the thought and rip at the ties to my leathers, yanking them down my legs and then kicking them free. My boots are next, and I strip them off just as fast, eager to touch her more.

Brooke is naked now, as well, her teat-band gone, her leggings and boots tossed aside. Her pale skin is glowing in the strange light, her eyes a vivid khui-blue in her face. She is all pink everywhere except for the tuft between her thighs, and I am fascinated by how dark it is in comparison.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, breathless.

“Your cunt has a dark mane,” I tell her, and then reach out to brush my fingers over one bouncy, pink-tipped teat. “But you are not dark here.”

She moans and moves against me, her arms going around my waist. “That sounds so filthy, and I can’t believe how much I like hearing that.”

It does? I continue to caress her teat, fascinated by the soft pink tip of it. “How is it filthy?”

“Because you said ‘cunt’ and ‘mane’ and ‘dark.’” She wriggles up against me, and her voice drops to an even softer, huskier note. “You should have said ‘wet’ and ‘hot’ and ‘aching,’ too.”

This time, it is my groan that echoes in the room. “And is it?”

“Oh god, yes.”

Since she stroked my cock so boldly, I decide to be as bold with her. I cup her cunt with my hand, letting my fingers play over her mound. She is wet, I realize, and just as warm and inviting as I have imagined. The breath hisses from my throat, and I cannot resist pressing a finger between the folds of her, exploring deeper. “You feel as good as I have imagined.”

She clings to my shoulders, moaning and pressing her flat brow to my skin. “Oh, fuck me, have you been thinking about touching me, Taushen?” She wriggles against my hand, as if she wants to mount it like she would my cock, and each movement inflames my need for her.

“Many, many times,” I tell her. I can confess all now that she is to be my mate. “I have stroked my cock to your face many a time. I have imagined touching your teats and seeing your reaction. I have imagined what it would feel like to push deep inside you and feel your legs clasp around my waist. Yes, my Brooke, I have thought about claiming you many, many times.” I lean in and nip at her small ear, as she did mine. “And it has made me very jealous to see you tease other males to get what you want. You are mine.”

She shudders. “That’s so fucking caveman of you. Shouldn’t make me as hot as it fucking does, but I’m so wet at the thought.”

She is. I can feel her slickness all over my hand. I stroke a finger along her folds, feeling for the mysterious third nipple that others have mentioned that human females have. There it is, nestled near the top of her cleft, and when I brush against it, she cries out and pushes herself against my hand, panting. I lick her ear again, and when I find the opening to her core with my fingers, penetrate her. This time, she bears down against me, sinking my fingers deep. She wants more. She wants everything I can give her, and the clench of her cunt is as tight and hot as I ever dreamed.

“Taushen,” she pants, her nails dragging over my skin frantically. “You want to do this against the wall? Or on the floor?”

“What pleases you?” I want her to be happy with how I touch her. I want to hear her screams of pleasure.

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just soon,” she begs, grinding her cunt against my palm. “Fast and hard, that’s what I need.”

“You do not want me to go slow?” I ask, exploring the delicate shell of her ear with my tongue. “You do not want me to part your thighs and lick your cunt until you are screaming?”

“Oh fuck,” she cries, her thighs clenching around my hand. “We can go slow next time. Right now I need fast. Fast and hard.”

I grit my teeth at that, because she is saying all the things I have dreamed of. Perhaps I am dreaming yet, and I will wake up with my cock in my hands and my leathers wet.

I am not moving fast enough to please my demanding mate, though. She makes a frustrated sound and rocks against my hand once more, then grabs at my hair and tugs me down for another kiss, this one rougher and more frantic than the last. Her mouth feels as soft and hot as her cunt, and I am lost in the sensation of it until she pulls away from me, panting. “Here,” she commands. “Against the wall.”

And she pulls away from me and presses her hands against the wall, spreading her legs apart and pushing out her pale, rounded bottom.

And I am…shocked. She wishes me to mount her like this? From behind? But…there is no tail to get in the way, only the rounded sweetness of her flesh. I put a hand on one soft buttock, and then let it slide between her thighs, feeling the wet invitation of her cunt.

Brooke cries out and pushes her bottom out farther, as if she can find my cock and bring it inside her. I am fascinated at the thought of claiming my mate like this, and I do not hesitate longer. I take my cock in hand. It aches with fierce need, the head dripping with slick pre-cum, and drag it along her folds, letting her know I am about to push into her. I do not want to scare her.

But Brooke only gives a fierce “yes” and pushes back against me, rubbing her cunt along the length of my cock.

She feels like nothing I have ever imagined, even in my most heated thoughts, and I cannot resist dragging my length against her folds, over and over again.

“Oh god, you had to have ridges, didn’t you?” she chokes out, her little rocking movements along my length maddening. She presses one hand between her thighs, her fingertips grazing my cock-head with every thrust forward I make. “You’re going to feel amazing inside me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I tell her thickly. Now she is the one talking “filthy” to me, telling me things that make my cock jerk in response. Does she wish for me to speak such words to her again? “I have ridges and a spur,” I tell her. “All for your pleasure.”

“Oh, fuck. I forgot about the spur,” she breathes, twisting to look over her shoulder at me. “Where does it go when you fuck me like this?”

“We will find out,” I tell her, and fit the head of my cock against the entrance to her core. “Are you ready to learn?”

Brooke gives a little shriek that might be a yes, and then she’s pushing back against me, encouraging me with her body to plunge forward. I want to, but I go slow instead, watching as my dark blue cock sinks deeper and deeper into her pink, hot, wet flesh. I nearly come at the sight of her cunt gripping my length, clasping it tightly, but I want more than a quick spill inside her. I focus on Brooke instead, concentrating on her reactions and that I am not hurting her. That my thick length is not too much for her smaller body to clasp. That my spur does not stab her uncomfortably as I sink in. That she does not tense in pain or dislike.

But her moans are only ones of encouragement, not discomfort. “Oh, fuck me, your spur…”

I groan, as well. When I sink in fully, the root of my cock flush against her bottom, my spur has sunk deep into the pucker of her bottom, and it feels…indescribable. I stiffen, realizing just how deeply she can clasp all of me.

She writhes against me. “More,” she chants. “More, Taushen. Don’t stop now.”

Stop? Never. I put a hand to her delicate shoulder, then clasp her at the back of her neck, anchoring her in place so my next stroke can be as firm and forceful as she wants. “You like it when I claim you, my mate?”

She gives a little cry. “Oh, fuck yes. Taushen, you filthy thing, you. You’re going to claim the hell out of me, aren’t you?”

I growl, because her excitement is making mine impossible to contain. I slam into her with my next thrust, and her shudder of delight makes me pound into her again. “I am going to claim your cunt,” I rasp between strokes, and when I feel her tighten, quivering, around my cock, I tell her more. “And then I am going to claim your mouth.”

“With your cock? God, you’re so filthy.” She squirms, delighted at my words. “Tell me more.”

More? I cast about, thinking. How else can I claim her? What ways have I not thought of? A new idea occurs to me, and I growl low again. “After I claim your mouth, I will push my cock between your teats and claim them, too.”

She cries out, a shudder ripping through her. “You’re going to fuck my tits?”

“Yes,” I tell her firmly, and reach up to clasp one, teasing the tip between my fingers. She arches, crying out loudly, so loud that surely our captors must be hearing such things. “I am going to claim all of you, Brooke. You are mine and mine alone. Understand?”

“Yes,” she cries, her fingers clawing at the wall. “Just keep fucking me, Taushen. Yes!”

I do. I give her everything I have, sinking deep into her with every powerful thrust. She clasps me tight, her body quivering with every push into her, and it feels as if she is growing tighter and tighter with every stroke.

But she is frantic, and it is clear she needs more. “Harder,” she demands, pressing her cheek against the wall. “Pull my hair.”

Pull her hair? I give it an experimental, gentle tug, and she makes a sound of pleasure. “Pinch my tits. Make me come, Taushen. Make me come so hard.”

“So demanding,” I grit between clenched teeth, fascinated by how wild she is. “Perhaps you should ask me nicely and I will make you come.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”

“Then tell me you are mine, and I will make you come,” I caress her teat lightly, letting my fingers skim over the tip. She pushes it against my hand, but I go still and she squirms, frustrated.

“Yours,” she cries out. “Yours, Taushen. All yours. Now make me come. Please!”

“Tell me what you need.” I grasp a handful of her hair again and pull her head back, ever so gentle. “Tell me what you need to make you come, Brooke.”

“My clit,” she moans. “Touch my clit while you fuck me.”

Between her thighs? I nod, and love that she is so demanding. Has any female ever been so strong and so sweetly giving at the same time? I thrust into her again and then slide my hand down her hip to her cunt, seeking out her clit. I drag my fingertips up and down her folds, seeking the right touch, and when I find it, she screams.

I can feel her entire body shudder and quake around me. She tightens, and then I feel her release break over her. Her cry grows low, and she sags against the wall, panting as her cunt clenches over and over again around my cock.

Another growl breaks from my throat, and with a few more thrusts, I come, too. My release pours forth from my body, and I empty into her as if my lifeblood pours from my body to hers. Still I pump into her, ignoring the fact that my release is draining my strength and that her cunt is filled with my seed, our movements slick.

She is mine. With every thrust inside her, she is mine.

My Brooke. My mate.