Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

27. Chapter 27

It was still dark when I woke in Dzar-Ghan’s arms, or at least it was dark inside the crevice we slept in. Thick leaves had been pulled in front of the entrance that now kept any light out as well.

Happy like a cat, I stretched, mindful of not waking him. This, I thought I could get used to. It was amazing waking in his arms after a night of bliss. I didn’t think I had ever slept this sound before. And comfortable. The softest bed on Earth could not compare to the ground of Vandruk with Dzar-Ghan next to me, even if my hip slightly complained about the rock that had been digging into it all night. I would gladly take all that and more if it meant having a lifetime with this man.

Hold on! A lifetime?

I’d only known him for a few days.

But what days those had been!

Most people never got the chance to get to know each other this well. He had saved my life again and again, risking his own on several occasions. He was protective of me and considerate. A generous lover—my pussy pulsed in agreement. Not to mention his perfect body.

I realized I was building him up nearing hero worship in my mind, but I was also realistic enough to notice that. I was sure life with him wouldn’t be all unicorns and rainbows, but I also noticed that I had changed. I was a different person here on Vandruk from the one I had been on Earth. It might have to do with the language barrier, but I didn’t think so. Despite all my accomplishments, I had always felt inferior on Earth, especially with my family, where I always felt judged for my poor social skills. Skills that didn’t seem to matter here.

Even on the first day when I met Amber, I hadn’t been as awkward as I usually was. Whatever the reason, I felt more at home here than I had on Earth.

I knew that Dzar-Ghan had chosen me as his mate randomly. It could have been anybody, but it had been me, and given how he had been watching me and fucking me, I liked to believe that he would have chosen me either way.

My mind moved to the small first aid kit, making me, for some reason, remember the pregnancy test. At least I didn’t have to worry about that for the next three months. I had just taken a new Depo shot before I left for Vandruk. With my awkwardness and job, I had never considered children. Changing my nieces’ and nephews’ diapers had been a nightmare for a germaphobe like me. Interestingly, none of that seemed to matter to me here. Looking at Dzar-Ghan, I felt a slight twinge in my ovaries; holding a miniature version of him wouldn’t be that bad, really…

I shook my head. Vandruk seemed to be really getting to me if I had thoughts like this. I had known the man what? A week? And here I was fantasizing about baby Dzar-Ghans…

My bladder was putting an end to my internal musings, and I tried to wiggle out of Dzar-Ghan’s grip without waking him, but when he moaned, my bladder fell silent, and other parts inside me took over.

Even flaccid, his cock was enormous, and suddenly, the desire to explore it further overcame me with a power that was hard to resist. What would it feel like to have him come to life and harden in my mouth? Not to mention, I really wanted to get a closer looksie at those ridges and the vibrating. Now that was something worth exploring.

I managed to scoot down his body without waking him and put my hands around his cock. It was soft like velvet. The ridges were slightly darker than the rest of his ochre skin. Its head resembled that of a human’s—mushroom-shaped—but larger, and… hello! Instead of only one opening in the middle, there were several others all the way around it. My scientific mind wondered if the one in the center was designated for one purpose and the others… they aligned with the ridges, so it made sense that they would deliver his cum. Interesting.

My scientific exploring, however, ended when his cock began to expand. His girth gained in circumference, so much that I wasn’t able to fully fist him any longer. If I wanted to experience him growing in my mouth, I would need to hurry. I was already contemplating his size, wondering how the hell that had fit into me.

I had never given my vagina that much thought, but now I was getting intrigued.

Carefully, I licked his cock from base to top before I put it into my mouth, and… yum! Oh my God. I had never liked the taste of cum on the few occasions I had given someone head. I had always made sure to pull away before it squirted into my mouth, but this? Salted caramel came close. With a hint of cinnamon? I licked again to get another taste.

Suddenly, the idea of him coming in my mouth and me swallowing salted caramel was all I could think about. My mouth watered, and I placed my lips around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it, while my hands massaged his shaft and moved to his balls.

“Jenna.” His voice was raw. I looked up, not stopping what I was doing, and stared into his sleepy-looking face. His eyes were a deep red-brown color and the slits in the center pulsed. He reached for me, but I shook my head around his cock, even nipped slightly to send the message that I wasn’t done.

With a groan, he leaned back, staring at me like I was an aberration, but in a good way. His facial muscles relaxed, and something about the motion said that he wasn’t taking this blowjob for granted, that it wasn’t expected; on the contrary, that it was an utter surprise for him, ran like honey through my veins, making me happy on many levels.

His shaft and head kept growing until only his head barely fit into my mouth. That’s when I realized that my jaw was locking and that there was no way for me to get his cock out of my mouth without it taking major damage against my teeth.

Tears formed in my eyes as a chuckle moved through my chest. Good Lord, only I could manage to get into a situation like this.

“Jenna?” It was uncanny how in tune he was with my emotions.

“Hmmhmm,” I mumbled, seeing only one way out of this, and that was to make him cum.

He sat up, making me move with him. “Jenna? What’s wrong?”

A slow arrow of panic rushed through me, but I managed to breathe through my nose. Never had I been more thankful for my clear-cut scientific mind that assured me I only needed to make him cum, and all would be well.

What if he grows more ? A panic-stricken part of me demanded.

He fit into my cunt. If he grew any more, he would surely have split me in half, I assured myself.

Thus assured, I sucked and licked harder, massaging his shaft and sack, which was swelling rounder.

“… all right?” Dzar-Ghan demanded, followed by a moan, followed by another.

His cock vibrated under my hands, and I discovered the appeal it had on my pussy. Dzar-Ghan began to pant, letting me know he was close to climaxing. I readied myself and told myself I would not be surprised by… a shower of cum entering my mouth. It was everything I hoped it would be. Salted caramel, thick. I swallowed each pulse, wanting more, massaging his shaft in a frenzy to get every last drop. My tongue kept swirling his head, licking, licking, licking. With a pop, he popped out of my mouth. My jaw was slightly aching, but the taste… oh heaven.

“Jenna,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss me. “My Jenna.”

Oh, I liked the sound of that.

He changed our positions, so I was suddenly on my back, and his face was at my pussy. “Dzar-Ghan, you don’t have to… just because I… ohhhh.”

I hadn’t realized how wet I had gotten just from giving him a blow job, but I was soaked, and he was lapping like there was no tomorrow. I wondered if I tasted like something special for him, too, but that thought was fleeting. It didn’t take him long to make me come in an explosion of sensations.

What a way to start the day.

Now, though, my bladder made a full, demanding return. When I went to move to the exit, Dzar-Ghan held me back. With his sword, he cleared the entry from all leaves, including the ones on the ground, giving me a stern, warning glance. Got it. Bad leaves .

Buck-naked, I made a beeline for the nearest bush to take care of business while Dzar-Ghan, wearing the same non-outfit, started a fire.

The sun was barely rising, and I nearly skipped around the camp, locating all my discarded clothes, water, and so on. I couldn’t recall the last time I had been this happy, which increased after I rushed by Dzar-Ghan, and he slapped my ass, making me giggle.

Our few possessions had increased with a makeshift bundle filled with meat and some kind of root vegetable, and I spied another pelt. Vengefully, I recognized it as the beast that had chased me into the quicksand. It would serve it right to be worn as pants by Dzar-Ghan or a cape. A shudder moved through me. A cape would be so fitting for him.

I inspected the swordlike tail he had taken off and realized that what I had assumed to be bone swords were actually made from this animal. It was hard as steel but white in color, like bone. It was thicker than the sword Dzar-Ghan wore, making me assume that someone would hone it down, probably even making it sharper. Same with the teeth.

“This is really amazing,” I said to Dzar-Ghan as I slipped back into my now well-worn IC uniform. “I’ll have to examine these a little better. They might be as useful as metal.”

In my mind, I was already trying to heat it to see if it would melt, douse it in the acid-like liquid from the Pit of Daggahr, and so many other options.

“Is this the only kind of animal that provides you with this? Or are there others? Are some of your swords made out of actual bones? And if so, which animals do you use? Are all the bones stronger and—” He held out meat for me. “Oh, thank you.”

I had already noticed that he didn’t seem to need to eat as much as me or not as often. When he ate, it was larger portions than I would have been able to digest; still, I felt like a little pig stuffing my mouth with food he had only cooked for me while he began packing all our things, readying for us to leave.

“You know, I think I’m not as upset leaving this place as I was leaving the other. Probably because of the damn quicksand, although, I must say, our sex was amazing,” I babbled between bites and chewing. I had never been a big talker, but here, with nobody understanding me, the words flowed out of my mouth like a waterfall. Oftentimes more or less meaningless, more like giving words to thoughts running through my mind. It was cathartic.