Humility
Humility wasn’t sure what awoke her. Kave had probably stirred in his sleep. She definitely wasn’t used to sleeping next to another person, or alien. The last time she’d done that had been when her father had dragged them out for survival training and her little sister had curled up in her arms to stay warm.
Kave was definitely a very different experience than Wendy. Humility took her time observing his naked form, perfect from the top of his bald head to his wide, chiseled torso and his narrow hips. His tattoos were a faded greenish black of mysterious swirls on his skin, but Humility remembered how they had glowed and practically lit up the room as he’d hammered her with his grand cock. Even now, it was half hard. Humility ran a finger down the length of it, and couldn’t stop a smile when it rose up to meet her. It didn’t take much to get Kave rock hard and ready to party.
Humility was sore. Over the past few days, she’d been using muscles she hadn’t used in ages, either to survive in the jungle to or fuck the sexy alien in bed next to her. She shouldn’t feel like straddling him and riding herself to another orgasm, but she did.
It would serve him right, the way he’d just strolled into her bedroom and put his mouth on her most sensitive parts. Her pussy. Her cunt. Those parts of her that she’d spent years pretending didn’t exist, because she didn’t have the time, or the inclination to take care of yet another man. Her father and her brothers were trouble enough. But they were gone, far across the galaxy, and now she only had Kave to occupy her time, and he, at least, believed in making sure she had a grand time.
Humility slowly repositioned herself and then, in one smooth motion, wrapped her hands around his shaft and licked the head like a lollipop. Kave’s reaction was instantaneous. Within a few seconds, he was completely hard, ready for a fucking. Humility had never had a cock in her mouth before, and now had seemed like the perfect time to try. Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, exploring it with her tongue, she was beginning to think she liked it.
Kave let out a breathy moan and his hand came up to cup the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair. Humility looked up for a moment to see his eyes open, staring intently at her and used that opportunity to take more of him in her mouth as she stroked his staff with her hands.
Kave spoke, but in some garbled language that her translator didn’t recognize. Humility took that as a sign that he was enjoying himself. She increased pressure and teased the tip of his cock with her tongue. She knew he was close, nearly ready to fill her mouth.
“Hue! I-”
She didn’t let up. Instead, she bobbed her head up and down, fucking his cock with her mouth until his hips arched off the bed. His hands tangled tightened in her hair and he let out a shout of release.
Humility, though prepared for his cum, did not expect such a large amount, flooding her mouth and then leaking out and down her chin. It was an explosion of sugar across her tastebuds, as if she’d eaten a wad of cotton candy. She reached out and wiped the trail off with her hand.
“It’s sweet. And blue!” she exclaimed in surprise.
“All Etlonian seed is blue. There is nothing wrong with blue.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Oh.”
“Is that a good ‘oh’, or a bad ‘oh’?”
Humility didn’t answer him. Instead, she scrambled on top of him and impaled herself on his still rock solid cock.
Kave let out a loud groan in response.
“Is that a good ‘uh’, or a bad ‘uh’?” she teased.
“Being inside you is better than the joy of killing a thousand Suhlik devils and bathing in their hot blood of.”
“Exactly what a girl wants to hear when she’s riding a cock. That she’s better than being covered in blood.”
“It is high praise.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is.” His hands guided her up and down on his rod, slowing her natural inclination to screw him like a jackhammer. “Go faster.”
“There’s no hurry.”
“Yes, there is.”
“My sweet.” He simply reached between them to play with her clit. Humility moaned and a moment later came hard, squeezing and pulsing on his cock. It did not increase his urgency, however. He simply let her collapse on top of him while he remained inside her.
Kave waited until she started grinding her hips against him before he began wiggling his damn finger again.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that not what I am doing?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” The finger increased pressure on her clit.
“I want you to spill that blue spunk inside me.” The thought of talking this dirty just a week ago would never have occurred to Humility, but she wanted, needed her alien husband to grind himself into her.
With a gracefulness Humility could never have managed by herself, Kave flipped them over and pulled her legs up onto his chest. It was obscene to watch her feet dangle over his green shoulders, but she was so close to another orgasm, there was no stopping.
Kave gave her what she requested, pumping into her while he stared down hungrily at her.
As she screamed out another orgasm, he let out a shout and took his own release. A moment later, she was cradled tenderly in his arms.
“Not sure this is fair. Coming in and accosting a girl in her room while she’s asleep. Did you even knock?”
A moment of silence from the warrior before he replied.
“These are my quarters. I don’t see the need to knock.”
Despite being thoroughly in an exhausted sex haze, Humility sat up in bed.
“Wait, you live here?”
“Where else would they put my mate?
“You don’t have any stuff.”
“Stuff. There is a table. Chairs. If they are not to your liking, then-”
“I mean pictures of your family. Nicknacks. Stuff.”
Everyone had stuff. Her house back home was filled with her family’s stuff: trophies her brothers had won in high school, crafting supplies she hadn’t touched in a year. Her mother’s clothes were still in her father’s closet, as if removing them would remove one more piece of her memory.
“I have no family.” The sadness in his voice told Humility there was a lot more to that story. She knew nothing about the alien in the bed next to her. “You are my family now. We will have a hoard of sons.” he told her.
“A hoard, eh?” She still hadn’t wrapped her brain around having one alien baby.
“At least five.”
It suddenly dawned on her that sons were all he could have. No little pink socks and bows or chats about boys over crochet. The closest she’d ever come to a daughter was her sister, Wendy. Her own brothers were useless, completely and absolutely. Her sons would not be. No, they’d just go off to die in some alien war.
She laid back in bed and Kave gathered her in his arms.
“Five is a lot.”
“The number is negotiable.”
“So I guess you’re not interested in turning me back in.” She was only half joking, but Kave took her seriously.
“You are not happy here. My quarters are unsuitable and I abandoned you to the jungle.”
“Honestly, I haven’t been here long enough to be happy or unhappy. It’s just you tell everyone you meet that I stabbed you. I wouldn’t think you’d be in a grand hurry to keep me.”
“You are mine! And you are strong and smart and-”
“Better than Jane?”
Kave froze. He actually stopped breathing for a moment. Humility felt her heart drop in her chest. It shouldn’t be so worrying that he prefered someone else. They’d only known each other for a short time.
“Jane smells like tarnac.“
“That would only be helpful if I knew what tarnac was.”
“It is a spice. Like... cheese? A very smelly cheese. Very masculine. It is okay, but a warrior cannot live on tarnac alone.”
“Stinky cheese?”
“Do not tell her that. It is not flattering and Jane has earned the respect of the clan with great feats of bloodshed against the Suhlik.”
“Right.” Humility probably wouldn’t want to know that she smelled like tarnac either. “So what do I smell like?”
Kave stuck his nose deep in her hair and inhaled.
“Like life,” he said wistfully. “And breath and my heart’s desire.”
Humility remained silent for a long moment, finally fathoming the depth of the Mahdfel bond.
“What do I smell like to other warriors?”
“Mine.”