Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

20. Chapter 20

20 DZAR-GHAN

This wasn’t how I had wanted to make the gallis mine, but it was perfect. She was perfect. I hadn’t expected her to react to me quite the way she did, but her little mewls drove me on and on. So did her scent, so sweet, and the taste of her, gods, the taste of her! Greedily, I lapped every drop of her juices.

My cock strained in my pants, pulling whatever blood I had left into it, making me dizzy, but I couldn’t stop. Her legs around me, her wide-open pussy offered to me was the greatest gift one could receive. I had thought her tits had been heavenly when I kneaded them under my palms. I would have loved to give her pert nipples the attention they deserved, but her pussy had beckoned me and once I tasted her for the first time there was no stopping.

I ignored my cock, realizing I was in no position to thrust into her the way it desired without aggravating my injury. Which would have been fully worth it, but Jenna needed a protector, one who was in full possession of his strength and mind. I needed to heal as fast as possible and if that meant bringing her to climax with my mouth and tongue, my cock would have to deal with it.

Besides, there was no greater pleasure than tasting her sweet nectar. Listening to her little gasps and exclamations between her pants. I was sure that gallis would never shut up under any circumstances. That thought brought a smile to my lips. She was perfect.

My fingers dipped deep into her wet cunt. Precum dropped off my cock when her walls milked my finger, and for a moment, I feared I would come inside my pants like a horny youth. But by the gods, this gallis was just too much. I could barely wait to sheath my cock inside her. To make her fully mine.

After she came, I leaned my head against her thigh, trying to control my rapidly beating heart, listening to her erratic breathing.

“OhmyGod, Dzar-Ghan, thatwasamazing.” She panted. I liked the way she said my name, especially in that breathless tone. My cock agreed full-heartedly, straining against my breeches harder than before. I didn’t experience any guilt like I had that one time I had been with another gallis. I didn’t even think about Mynarra. Not yet, anyway. Only after our breathing returned to normal levels did my mind move toward my long-dead first khadahrshi. And that’s what she was. Long dead. But here, right now, I lay with the most incredible gallis a male could ask for. A gallis who had pulled me out of the river, bandaged, and taken care of me when I was at my most vulnerable.

My admiration for Jenna grew with each fingerbreadth of time I spent with her, but it wasn’t just that; she endeared herself in ways to me that got deep under my skin and burrowed deep into my heart, opening it to her.

Sex with Mynarra had been… satisfying, familiar, comfortable. We had known each other for years and I had loved her with all my heart, but now that Jenna had entered my life like a wind tunnel, I wondered if my love for Mynarra hadn’t been more like affection. Something that was expected. She had been dead for ten years, and I had elevated her memory on this pedestal like a goddess. But she hadn’t always been a goddess. She had been a person—a person with strengths, virtues, and faults.

I wasn’t saying that Jenna was perfect, far from it, but it was those imperfections that made me… made me… fall in love with her.

Astounded at my own admission, I closed my eyes for a moment to listen to my heart. But it only told me what I already knew: I was falling in love with her. Her! Jenna!

It was an entirely different kind of love than what I had felt for Mynarra. I felt protective and caring for both of them, but if I was completely honest with myself, the sexual attraction I felt toward Jenna was very different from what I had felt for Mynarra.

Mynarra had been a constant in my life, someone who was always there. She had been strong and capable. Not that Jenna wasn’t. She had proved that last night, but she also needed me in ways Mynarra never had. Making me feel like a male. I craved Jenna in ways I had never craved Mynarra and I decided it was time to finally let go of the ghost of my dead khadahrshi. To let her rest in peace. I would still do everything I could to free hers and the others’ souls from the cave. That hadn’t changed, but I felt lighter letting Mynarra go and concentrating on building what Jenna and I could have.

With a jolt, Jenna sat up, putting an end to my inner discoveries. “Letmeseeyour wound.”

My wound? Now?

Rising from my new favorite spot, I indicated for her to lie down again and relish the moment, but she wasn’t going to have any of that. She pulled her legs back, and it would have taken me holding her back by brutal strength, which I was neither fully capable of yet nor inclined to use. With a groan, I let her have her will.

Tantalizing tits lined my field of vision and distracted me from her removing the clothes around my wound and inspecting it.

“Youstrainedit. It’sbleedingagain.”

I had no clue what she was saying, but just listening to the sound of her voice and the hypnotizing twin nipples in front of me made me forget everything around me.

I only noticed her moving about because suddenly, instead of her tits, it was her ass I was staring at. And what a delectable morsel that was. I had never given a behind a second thought, but now that I was seeing Jenna’s, I was sure I would never look upon an ass the same way.

My fingers itched to touch the rounded cheeks, to see if they would be as pliable as her tits. She turned and pushed me down. For one delicious moment, I had a vision of her straddling me. But that dream too was cut short when she began to squirt that burning Pit of Daggahr stuff on me again before adding something else that burned even worse. A soothing lotion followed and then she rewrapped me.

“There.” She smiled happily.

“Thank you.”

“Nek, thank you.” She grinned, a bit abashed.

She rose, and I enjoyed my view, watching her get dressed. Only when she was about to wrap my sword around her hips again did I stop her. “Nek.”

She rolled her eyes at, “I’vegottogetsomeleaves.”

“Nek.” I didn’t care what she said.

She pointed up into the narran tree. “Leaves.”

She wanted leaves. It might have been a few years since I had enjoyed the company of gallies, but with several—now dead—sisters, I was used to following their whims before they became an issue and rose.

Jenna shook her head and pointed at me to lie back down. Well, she wasn’t going to get it both ways. If she wanted leaves, I would get her leaves. If she wanted me to lie down, she wouldn’t have her leaves.

“You’renotgoingupthattree.” She pushed her fists into her hips and glared at me. With her tangled silver hair reaching all the way down to her hips, she looked like a goddess.

I held my hand out for my sword. She shook her head. All right. I took a step forward, and she took a step back. Stubborn gallis . I chuckled.

I should have seen it coming, but in my defense, I was still a bit woozy from the blood loss, and lying back down right then sounded more than enticing, so I wasn’t prepared for her to stumble over a loose rock, but I still managed to catch her hand to hold her up so she didn’t bump her head. I was pulling too hard, though, pulling her straight into my chest, where her elbow hit my wound and I saw stars of pain. My knees buckled, and I took her down with me.

“Seeifyouwouldhavejustlet me get thedamn leaf,” she chided. “Areyou all right?” she asked a bit softer, moving off me.

I grunted and sat up. Blood dripped through the erstwhile white bandage.

“Ahnowyoudidit. Subbornman.”

She pulled the red container back out and with a groan, I allowed her to fix me back up.