Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

25. Chapter 25

I had only meant to go pee. I knew I was way out of my depths on Vandruk. Joe had always looked out for me on Earth when my mind became too preoccupied with a search or find. Over time, we had developed a routine and honestly, the hazards on Earth didn’t even come close to comparing to this world. Even the Danakil Desert with all its pitfalls didn’t match up to Vandruk.

I had learned my lesson with the Pit of Dagghar and would have never ventured out far without Dzar-Ghan. Unfortunately, my bladder had been about to explode and I had been reluctant to pee too close to our camp—Joe had always warned me about that because it could attract predators. I had reasoned I would just go behind an array of bushes, not too far—maybe a few hundred feet. I had just finished my business when I heard the creature, but it was almost upon me. I lurched forward and ran toward an array of trees, intending to climb up and hoping the creature wasn’t like a big cat or bear and climb right after me. Unfortunately, there had also been bushes blocking the view of what I assumed to be quicksand. I leaped over the bushes—amazed at my agility—right into the sand. My feet instantly disappeared, and I could feel it sucking me in while instantaneously grasping me.

I had been in plenty of areas where I had been warned about quicksand, so at least I had the presence of mind not to struggle too much. At first, I tried to move back toward the, for lack of a better word, shore . But there was the beast, prancing back and forth.

Four fangs, two on the bottom, two on top, looked not only razor sharp but were as long as my forearm. Beady, orange eyes marked my every move while two of its six legs pawed at the ground underneath it, trying the sand to see if it could reach me. For a moment, I feared it would come onto the quicksand just to devour me, uncaring that we would both die. Drool was dripping down its long maw, which reminded me of a crocodile. Its mouth opened and closed like one, too.

The neck was long, incredibly long, like dinosaur-long. The beast stretched toward me as I sank now up to my ankles in the quicksand. I tried to make it to the other side—hoping the sand wasn’t as deep as I feared it to be—but the monster kept stalking me, following me all the way around the lake of hell.

Almost at the midpoint, I realized I couldn’t pull my left food out any longer, no matter how hard I pulled and wiggled. On the contrary, the more I wiggled and pulled, the deeper my other foot began to sink. Realizing I was not only royally screwed but in mortal danger, on top of the beast threat, adrenaline shot through me enough to free my foot and make it a couple of steps back toward the shore. That was it, though; from there on out, it was a slow sinking with immense pressure coming at me from all sides.

I forced myself to hold still, but it was hard when all my instincts told me to thrash and claw.

I was hoping that once I was more submerged, I could swim my way out, but that wasn’t happening. By this point, I could barely move my legs, and the sand reached my hips. Real panic was setting in while the beast kept snarling and hissing at me. From time to time, it even rolled out its long, disgusting tongue at me like a whip. Unfortunately, as long as it was, it didn’t reach me. I would have tried to grasp it and let the beast pull me out of the sand, but that didn’t happen. Instead, the sweetest voice I had ever heard called out my name.

“Jenna!”

I nearly called back to him, but I didn’t want him to run straight into danger. But just then, I sank another few inches, and panic made me cry out, “Here.”

Breathing was already becoming harder as my body was being compressed by the weight of the sand from all sides, sucking me down, but when I watched Dzar-Ghan battle that monster, I stopped breathing entirely. He was exactly the type of man I had been told my entire life to stay away from. Masculine, strong, and with that caveman attitude that would send my mother spiraling through the roof. He was exactly what I needed right then. No, not just right then. I had already experienced his sheer male strengths and his dominating nature, and it turned me on like no other.

Find an intellectual like you , my mother had said. You’re going to college, and you want someone who is your equal . She had been dead wrong. It had always been the muscly type that drew me in, but because of her warnings, I had stayed away from them. There had been Fadi in Egypt, my bodyguard. I had been attracted to him from the moment he picked me up from the airport, but who did I have an affair with? Amon, the archeologist, six inches shorter than me, skinny as a rail. Because he had been safe and Fadi had scared me. The irony that I had needed a big, burly man for my protection all along wasn’t lost on me.

It had been the same story with the other three guys. But not this time. Not that there had ever been a choice. The moment I laid eyes on Dzar-Ghan, I had wanted him with every fiber of my being.

I shouldn’t have been turned on. I was stuck in the alien equivalent of quicksand. The possibility of me being squeezed to death in it was high, and yet, my pussy quivered with desire for this man. That man who was battling a beast that seemed to have stepped out of the primordial age or, well, yap, like an alien predator. I wasn’t even scared for Dzar-Ghan. The moment he ducked under the monster, I knew the beast didn’t stand a chance against him.

I was scared when he leaned into the quicksand to save me. I thought his heavy body would be sucked under in no time, but he didn’t tip over. Instead, he pulled me out. The moment I caught my breath, I attacked this magnificent man. I straddled his middle, brushed my hair from my face, and leaned down to kiss him.

In response, he pulled me toward him, leaned up, and devoured my mouth with his tongue as if there would be no tomorrow. Clothes were being shucked; peripherally, I was aware that his wound had reopened again, but I was so used to his indestructible nature that I didn’t really care. I sheathed his vibrating, ribbed cock into my hungry pussy, knowing I would regret this in a few hours because… sand. Sand was pretty much everywhere, but I didn’t care. Panting, I began to ride him while he grasped my tits, kneading them mercilessly while rubbing my nipples.

I lowered myself up and down his cock, sucking in a breath every time I came down on him at the sensation of utter fullness he was giving me. My core was already tensing in preparation for my orgasm when he stopped me. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me like I weighed nothing. The moment my ass faced him, he let out a loud groan and moved up. Up, up, up. I had no choice but to move forward until I was on all fours. That was when he began to ride me from behind. Hard.

My tits bounced back and forward as his cock moved inside me. His hands held my hips prisoner, directing them up and down, making my arms shake in an effort to keep myself up. His grunting came in time with the slapping of his balls against my flesh, accompanied by throaty noises erupting from my lips that didn’t even sound like me.

Both of us screamed as we came simultaneously. My orgasm was like an explosion of hot light all through my body, consuming with an intensity that nearly left me sobbing.

My arms buckled underneath me, and I face-planted in the dirt while he kept my hips up in the air. His marvelous cock pulsed inside me as he filled me to the brim with his cum. Its vibrations nearly drove me insane against my hypersensitive skin as another ripple shot through me.

“Mercy,” I pleaded until I realized we only spoke a few words between each other, and mercy was most likely not in his repertoire yet.

He got my meaning, though. He pulled out, and as much as I regretted the loss of his cock in me, my pussy needed a breather. It was still clenching and unclenching. My clit was pulsing but slowly subsiding.

He pulled me around until I lay against his chest, where I listened to the hard staccato of his heart. “Jenna.”

“Hmm, Dzar-Ghan.” I kissed his stomach muscles, noticing the small trickle of blood coming through a split part of the seam.

“We need to get you fixed up,” I mumbled, unmoving.

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Heal… fine.”

“Hmm,” I mumbled sleepily against his chest. My body was exhausted. The aftereffects of nearly dying twice within the span of an hour and the mindboggling, bone-turn-into-mush sex were getting to me.

Effortlessly, he lifted me off the ground. “Mom was wrong…” I mumbled against his chest. “So, so wrong.”