The Fractured World, page 14
If there was one thing this planet did right, there was always a cave nearby.
Chapter 16
What did I tell you? Caves. You’ve got to love them.
It was neither big, nor fancy, nor particularly warm. None of that mattered. It was shelter for the night and the one thing this otherwise frozen dump did right.
Okay, maybe that’s a tiny bit harsh. There were also the trees. We were never in any danger of running short. You couldn’t throw a stone without smacking into something wooden.
And, in my case, shattering it into pieces.
If only we didn’t need to contend with the biting cold and the millions of monsters. Why, oh why, couldn’t we have crashed in that lovely plot of green I’d spied on the horizon?
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Trez said as she rubbed her upper arms.
“It’s your fault for dressing so lightly,” I said while setting up our campfire.
“I’m from an ice planet. I know what I’m doing. It’s this night. Too cold! How did it get colder when it stopped snowing?” she complained. “And this cave sucks. It doesn’t even have a hot spring.”
“No, but in a few moments, it’ll have a roaring fire.” I’d just finished setting the groundwork.
“Aren’t you forgetting the whole needing to light it part?” Trez said.
“That’s what this is for,” I said, holding up a stick.
She tilted her head. “Did I hit something or is that a twig?”
“You never made a fire before?”
“Of course, I have. Using a lighter like anyone normal.”
I hummed. They had all the sci-fi business covered, but when it comes to something so simple, they were out of their depth. I grinned from ear to ear. That meant it was time for me to show-off. I took a flat lump of wood, chipped a hole from the center, and drilled in with my stick.
“Watch and be amazed,” I announced. “Within moments, we’ll have all the fire we could need.”
I’d like to say that within seconds I created sparks, but that wasn’t the case. It took an annoying amount of graft, and a lot of quips from the peanut gallery, before I managed to produce any embers.
Trez’s face lit up, in several ways, when my useless pile of wood became a fire. “You actually did it!”
“Told you,” I said as I wiped the sweat from my brow.
“I thought you’d gone crazy.”
“There’s a chance I misrepresented how quick it would take to work.” There was a reason Keith had taught me this method as the last resort of fire making. Because it took a bloody long time. If anything, my work had been positively speedy.
Trez shuffled up close and wiggled both her fingers and toes before the flame. “Think you could use that same trick on the herix chick?”
“Faris would snap me if I came at her with a stick,” I said. Not that I wasn’t pleased to be learning all the alien terminology. “You really didn’t know how to do this?”
“Not a clue.”
“How were you handling fires before?”
“You remember seeing one in my cave?” she said.
I shook my head. “But that was warm enough.”
“There’s a reason I didn’t settle in any old shithole, like this one. I’m good with the cold but even I’ve got standards.” While her limbs were furry, her fingers and toes were flesh. “The zones before this were warm enough so I didn’t need to bother.”
“Zones?”
“Oh, yeah. You’ve been stuck here since landing. You wouldn’t know.” She leaned back and onto her hands while she cooked her feet like marshmallows. “This planet’s proper weird. It… doesn’t fit well. Random terrain just crashes together.”
“Now that you mention it, I saw it from space. I’m not an expert but it looked odd. Almost like a patchwork planet.”
“Not a bad way to put it,” Trez said. “No way this stuff is supposed to sit side by side. It’s like someone shuffled all the continents around. Never heard of a planet like this before. And that’s not all. There’s the trees and the animals.”
“What about them?” I asked.
“You ain’t noticed? Oh, yeah. You’re from the far end of nowhere. You wouldn’t know.”
“You could explain it without bringing that up.”
Trez shrugged. “Thing is there’s stuff living side by side that shouldn’t be. All those trees, right? I don’t know them all, but I know some. They’re from different worlds. You shouldn’t find steelwood growing next to a shy willow. And what are purple poplar doing here?”
“You sure know a lot about trees,” I said.
“I’m smart. Suck it,” she said, sticking out her tongue. “Ain’t just the nature. The creatures too. That thing that tried to snap me? I… actually don’t know what that is. But I know it shouldn’t be living beside what we’re tracking, if we’re tracking what I think we’re tracking. What are they doing mingling together?”
“Don’t ask me. I didn’t know aliens existed last week.”
“Now you’re mated to one,” she said, grinning. “You don’t know how lucky you are. Guys pay billions to get a zerrin on their arm and you trip over one. A princess at that. Wouldn’t surprise me if a good tril’ was spent on her.”
My jaw dropped. “A trillion? For Casella?” I knew Lord Bogdan had bought her hand, but I didn’t know it was for that much.
How many zeroes is that?!
“Unless you were whacking in monster skulls back home, you know why. Not to mention that bod. It’s crazy how sexy she is. Like, damn. I didn’t know curves could get so… curvy.” Trez rubbed her hands down her much thinner frame. And that wasn’t to say she was lacking in the femininity department.
“She’s certainly something,” I said.
“You’re telling me. She’s the apex. I mean, her titties are as big as her head. Couldn’t she save some for the rest of us?” Trez fondled her small breasts.
My eyes followed their slight jiggle.
Something tensed within me.
“You’re plenty hot,” I assured her.
“Am I now?” she said with a grin. “I thought I caught you staring my ass, like, all the time.”
I cleared my throat. “I’m a guy. We can’t help it. It’s genetics or something.”
“Is that right? Is that right?” Trez shimmied herself around the fire until she was settled at my side. “You know, me and your mate had a little natter before we set off. She told me all sorts of interesting stuff about you.” Her dainty fingers danced up my arm. “It true you’re amazing in the sack?”
“Huh?” I blurted out.
“You heard. Said you were like a beast, she did. Hung as fuck and never shy about eating out. You know how hard it is to find a guy who’ll go down on you? Most you gotta drag ‘em kicking and screaming between your thighs. But when they want a blowie, oh boy. Suddenly you’re the bad guy for not wanting them clumsily slapping at your throat.”
“That’s… yeah, I can believe that.”
“You better. The shit I’ve had to put up with. Guys like you don’t come around often.” She leaned in and rested her head on my shoulder. “So, wanna do it?”
I gagged on a big old dose of confusion. “Sorry?”
Trez pulled back and looked me right in the eye. “I’m gonna be real subtle right now. Brandon, you’re hot. Real hot. Not really the face and the bod, but the whole entire package. Did you know girls go crazy when you save them from harm? Like, real crazy? And you’ve saved me… three times now? You know what that does to my girly parts?” She squeezed her thighs together. “Add on two months of being stranded here and another couple without getting laid. You know what that gets you? One backed up gal looking to sink her teeth into the first half decent bloke who shows his face. And then here comes some hero stud swinging his heroics around. And, on top of that, he’s some hung sex god who eats cunt for breakfast? Where do I sign?”
My face burned several degrees hotter than usual. I stared back as I searched for the right words. “That was pretty—”
“Don’t say it,” an increasingly reddening Trez responded. “I can’t believe I just spewed that crap. Fuck, I’m too backed up for my own good. I’m gonna go curl up in a ball and die.” And retreat she did.
“Wait,” I said, catching her arm. “Is it really that bad?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. Not saying I’m some uber-sexed nympho or anything but… come on! Can’t a girl get a little horny?”
“Sure. There’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all,” I said, scratching my chin. It was starting to get rough after a week without shaving. “Actually, I’m kind of flattered. Probably a lot more than ‘kind of’ if I’m being honest. But… I’ve got Casella.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Well, we’re mates.”
“So?” Her eyes widened. “Wait, are you a monogamist? With a zerrin mate?!” Trez pushed an emerging set of giggles back into her mouth. “Soz, man. I didn’t know. She said it wasn’t a problem and I just presumed…”
“She did?”
“Well, yeah. You know what those zerrin gals are like. They basically get turned on by their mate having multiple partners.” Trez gasped. “I totally forgot! You’re uncivilized. You wouldn’t know.”
While I objected to the uncivilized part, I couldn’t say anything about the rest.
Casella wants me to have more mates?
She did encourage the idea of me getting with Faris.
That turned her on?
I really couldn’t see my sweet little pampered mate thinking such naughty things. Then again, she liked offering blowjobs and asking me to eat her out…
“Listen,” Trez said. “If you’re not down with all this polygamy stuff, that’s cool with me. Different planets, different cultures. I respect that. Forget I even asked. But, if you’re worried about upsetting your mate, don’t be. She was practically encouraging me to pounce ya. And, well, I’m not exactly against a bit of casual fucking around.”
Ideas, thoughts, and fantasies swirled around my mind.
Was this snow heaven?
“I guess I do need to pay you back helping me,” I said while trying to play it cool.
“You serious?” she said.
“Dead serious.”
Trez was on me the moment those words left my lips. She pounced and had her way with my mouth, assaulting it with one long eager kiss.
I was lost for words in the very best way.
After a good minute of snogging, Trez let me catch my breath. “Like, soz about that. Guess I got a bit overexcited. So much for not acting like a nympho.”
“Even if you were, I’d take care of you.”
“Fucking… get back in here.” She dragged me in for another.
I accepted the greedy kiss and gave as good as I got. Our tongues clashed together, swirling in a divine lust-filled tango. The sound of our lips smacking echoed around the small cavern, mixing with our moans.
Our lips only parted to help us strip. By the time we stopped making out, we were both down to our birthday suits.
My eyes indulged in her flesh. Her delicate lithe frame arched in all the right places. She was slender up top but curvy down below. Enticing hips supported that plump behind I’d found impossible to ignore.
It looked even better when it wasn’t being emphasized by skin-tight clothing.
Stiff pink nipples stood atop her wonderfully perky breasts. I couldn’t understand her quibbles about their size. They were dangerous weapons capable of seducing even the most hardened warrior. To that I could personally attest.
Drifting south, down along her flat stomach, led to a natural bush of white fur: it was the only patch she had away from her limbs. Hiding just beneath was her feminine tightness. It was already glistening.
Trez’s eyes also went wandering. Their attention fell upon one spot in particular. “Holy shit! She wasn’t lying. That’s huge! No one told me zerrin mates got like this.”
“This is all natural,” I said.
“Fuck off. Look at the size of it. You could mine bevelinium with that.”
“Seriously, this is normal back on earth.”
“There’s a planet filled with these?” Trez gasped. “You boys are gonna make a killing when everyone finds out.”
I grinned. How was I supposed to help it?
“Stop smirking,” she said. “How’s this gonna work? You’ll rip me in half.”
“Casella’s still in one piece.”
“Don’t compare me to her. She’s built for this stuff. I’m… I only wanted a meat dildo, not my organs rearranging.”
I rolled my eyes. “Then we’ll put my ‘meat’ on the back burner. Wasn’t there something else you wanted to try?”
“You serious?” Trez grinned. “You really are different to the others, ain’t ya?”
Moments later, I was on the floor on a bed made from leaves.
Trez was on top of me with her soaking hotness against my mouth.
My kisses started soft but got more aggressive the more excited her body became. The louder she moaned, the more she drooled, and the more I pampered her wet slit.
It didn’t take much to get her squealing.
Each of her gasps filled me with second-hand pleasure. My hardness throbbed without needing to be touched. Who didn’t love making a woman melt like this?
Trez’s voice kept escaping. The spasms which bucked her hips grew more prominent.
Individually, they could be ignored. Together, their meaning was clear.
I didn’t slow, didn’t stop, and didn’t change course. I pushed on her weakness and forced her to succumb.
She did so with a squeal. Her hips pushed into my oral embrace and her excitement gushed out.
I stayed steady, sacrificing cleanliness for her satisfaction.
Trez dropped onto my chest once her orgasm had subsided. She remained on her front and gasped for the sweet relief of fresh air.
Personally, I found her taste much sweeter.
“Holy shit,” Trez eventually said. “Brandon, that was… oomph. I thought only a chick could eat minge proper. How’d you do that?” She lifted her hips and looked at me. Her eyes widened. “Fucking what? Look how much I squirted! You’re more juice than man.”
“I’ll get over it,” I said. Neither the warmth nor her lingering scent deserved a complaint. “Besides, I think you’ve got more to give.” I leaned up and kissed her sensitive clit.
She moaned and pressed her hips back to my mouth.
“Holy shit, yes!” she moaned, arching her back. “Keeping licking!”
I obeyed and obeyed and obeyed. My mouth and tongue worked in perfect tandem, forcing her to cum over and over again.
Her ecstatic dirty talk went from high-pitching squealing to hoarse shuddering groans.
“Still going,” she moaned somewhere after the fifth. “I’m gonna fucking die.” Not that those words should be any indication that she wanted me to stop. Her hips were still grinding, searching for pleasure.
All the while I’d been dangerous stiff without feeling so much as a stroke.
Trez changed that. She caressed me with her breaths.
“This is insane. You’re just making me hornier,” she moaned. “You’re making me want this.” Her lips clumsily embraced the base, sensually kissing my stiffness.
I held back my groans but could do nothing about my pulsing. Her tongue was too divine. Didn’t she know that was my trick?
Like I’m going to let you beat me.
I pushed more pleasure out of Trez despite the fact it never seemed to be enough.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted. “I can’t take it anymore. I need it.” Her hips left my face and soon found a home down lower. She pressed her drooling mound down around my manhood.
Pleasure surged through me. I gritted my teeth. Her body was so tight. It felt like I could blow at any second. My pride was all that kept me together.
And that was before she started moving.
The sound of her gorgeous ass slapping off my crotch echoed all around us. So did her vulgar moans and rapturous cries of joy.
“It’s amazing, Brandon! So fucking good!” Trez howled.
I could have said the same if I hadn’t been fighting to keep my sanity. It was a battle I was destined to lose. I couldn’t help myself. I took her hips and truly showed her what I could do.
Trez’s moans went to the same level.
We were both in the same state, gripped in the middle of exhilaration. Her enjoyment spurred me on which made me please her more in turn. It was a cycle that only had one escape route.
If the heat welling up inside of me was to be trusted, that moment was fast approaching.
“Brandon, Brandon,” she grunted. “Don’t even think about pulling out. Fuck any sex friend nonsense. Mate me. Make me your woman.” Her tails wrapped around my wrists ‘forcing’ me to comply.
I easily had the strength to resist: physically. Mentally, I was trapped.
“Trez!” I growled as it all got too much. With one final thrust, I gave her what we both craved.
After what felt like a blissful eternity of spaced out euphoria, we both dropped from our high and collapsed. I dropped onto the floor and Trez fell back into my chest.
“I saw stars,” she panted. “And moons. And planets. And the center of the universe.”
“You know, I think we were watching the same movie,” I said with the same rasp to my voice.
I was in no rush to move. Her body was hotter than the dwindling fire we’d given quite the eyeful. And I couldn’t say she didn’t feel good flopped against me. Her saturated feminine fragrance was tickling my nostrils.
“We’re mates now, right?” Trez said.
“I guess so,” I responded. “I’m not used to all this mating business.”
“You sure felt used to it. I can’t feel my damn hips.”
“That supposed to be a compliment?”
“And then some.” She peeked back with a grin. “Best shag ever.”
“Until the next one,” I said.
“Fuck,” Trez growled, nibbling her bottom lip. “I knew I liked you.”
