Fated to the Alien Chieftain (The Klendathian Cycle #3)

5. Roxanne

Chapter 5

Roxanne

Loitering

“ A re you well?” Krogoth asks. He leaps up quickly to steady me, his face full of concern.

“Yes... I was just thinking about something,” I say as I shake my head, already feeling more like myself, despite the vivid, terrifying flashback nearly overwhelming me.

Krogoth studies me for a moment before continuing. “Think less hard,” he laughs, slapping me on the ass, causing me to yelp out in surprise. “Now go enjoy your swim. I will relish the view,” he commands.

I’ll get him back for that one! I rub the sting from the slap as I walk over to the pool of water, the sound of Krogoth quietly chuckling following me. He’s probably left a massive handprint on my ass, the cheeky...

As I stand before the pool, I squint, staring into the watery depths, trying to make out if there are any horrible beasties in there. You can never be sure here. The pool appears perfectly still except for the ripples from the small waterfall.

Cautiously, I dip a toe in testing the temperature. Oh, it’s so cold! There’re only two ways to handle this now: slow with long minor shock, or fast with short major shock. With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I jump into the chilly pool. As the water envelopes me, passing my chest, my breath leaves me.

The sharp and sudden shock of the cold causes my body to tense as I paddle my arms to stay afloat. The biting coldness covers me like a hundred needles pricking my skin. With some effort, I try to control my breathing, with little success. Soon the initial shock subsides, and my breathing gradually returns to normal. My body grows used to the cold, now feeling numb, but also with it a sense of exhilaration.

“Very good!” Krogoth claps his hands with a big smile on his face. I lazily swim around the pool, enjoying the sensation of floating, looking up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. Away from the edges, the pool is surprisingly deep. Even when I straighten, my feet do not touch the bottom. The sound of the waterfall nearby tempts me to swim over and place my head underneath. Standing under the falling stream, I enjoy the sensation of the cascading water enveloping me as it patters against my skin and flattens my hair.

“Your turn!” I call out to Krogoth.

“Why not?” He says, before he un-links the massive chain that fastens the fierce clawed fur cloak he often wears. With a flourish, he whips it off in a twisting motion.

Next, he unfastens the straps and links on his chest plate, surprisingly quickly. The heavy arcweave breastplate thuds to the ground, embedding itself into the soil. He repeats the process for the rest of his armor until he stands wearing only his tight leather trousers and shirt.

“Keep going!” I shout, smiling. Now we’re talking.

His eyes darken and he smiles as he lifts his brown shirt over his head, causing a gasp to escape my lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how incredibly impressive he looks. His heavily muscled body and his red-rust skin highlights every contour and groove with the light of the campfire and the purple moonlight reflecting off it. His broad shoulders coalesce towards his lean waist, creating that inverted triangle shape that makes me swoon with desire. Every inch of him is a sculpted masterpiece. It’s like he’s carved from granite to form the perfect image of masculinity by a divine entity. The only blemish he carries is the massive three claw marks running down his chest, but somehow, even that only adds to this appeal. He bends down to remove his trousers, his long glossy raven hair tossed over his shoulders. He’s just perfect.

I cheer eagerly when he removes his trousers, enjoying the enormous bulge against his underwear. The poor leather material is having an awful time containing his massive cock. It resembles a caged python that yearns for freedom.

“Don’t stop now. You tease!” I call out laughing.

Krogoth raises an eyebrow. “More?” he asks incredulously.

“Korgy! Korgy!” I chant and clap repeatedly, encouraging him to continue.

Krogoth laughs, then in one swift motion, he whips off his final attire. He stands almost proudly, as well he should with that monstrous cock dangling weightily. The shape is similar yet alien, with strange ridges and contours. The large tip is edged with bumpy bits. How the hell am I going to fit him inside me? I bite my lip at the extremely exciting thought, barely able to wait any longer.

Finally, I’m able to tear my eyes from his impressive member and physique. He chuckles, noticing my distraction, seemingly pleased with my reaction. He stalks towards the water, each step executed with confidence. My pulse rises as he draws near. Why is my mouth dry? He stops a moment, examining the water before he dives in smoothly with barely any splash.

For a moment, only the sound of the waterfall massaging my head can be heard. Until Krogoth explodes out of the water beside me, the shock of it nearly taking my breath away. He wraps me up in his massive arms and rubs his nose against my own. I giggle at the silly cuteness of the Klendathian style of ‘kissing.’

Something hard and firm suddenly bushes up against my leg. “Help! There’s a Tidalith in the water,” I jest, offering him a coy expression that he likes.

Krogoth stares, his purple eyes pierce with intensity. “If only there was a huntress who could tame the beast,” he says slowly.

Before I can think of a reply, his soft, full lips envelope my own. Gently, we caress each other as I feel the heat of his breath on me, the closeness of him arousing me. I want more ! I open my mouth, hoping and craving for him to invade me in any way. He responds instantly and hungrily as his tongue enters my mouth, fondling and exploring. Together, our tongues become entwined in a dance, darting back and forth, a mirror of each other’s desire.

He moves to my neck, kissing along it as a soft moan escapes me. I run my hands through his soaking black hair as I feel tingles ripple from my neck throughout my body. Simultaneously, he places his massive hand on my stomach, stroking and rubbing. He directs me towards the edge, almost floating in the water, the world around us melting away before our intimate bubble.

We bump up along the edge of the pool, but I barely notice, as Krogoth boldly rubs my thighs as he continues to kiss my neck. With his every touch, my pussy softens more, my wetness eager to welcome him in. My desire for him to fill me is overwhelming. It’s all I can do to hold on tightly as he strokes and kisses me, his passion and intensity increasing with each touch.

I gasp as his fingers explore the inside of my thighs. Despite the cool night air, my body is heated, and undulates as it’s flushed with need. The pleasure builds inside of me as he strokes closer to my inner lips. A low groan betrays my need further when his mouth licks and nibbles gently on my hard nipples. I cling on under the merciless assault of his attentions. But still my body demands more.

My head rocks back as I feel his palm rubbing my wet centre, as he gently strokes up and down, sending waves of teasing pleasure coursing through my entire body. He flashes a cheeky smile as he shifts his head down lower, kissing my stomach gently, still stroking and rubbing my eager opening. My heart flutters with expectation, hoping, pleading, that he continues.

“Please don’t stop, Krogoth,” I mutter between panting breaths.

His purple eyes light up with mirth, peering up from just above my mound, as they mist caught in a light breeze. His wet warm tongue licks the outside of my womanhood, sending jolts of pleasure rippling through me. He teases further, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs and outer lips, leaving me desperate for more. I rock my hips towards him, unable to contain my longing.

Mercifully, my beautiful tormenter gives me what I want. Greedily, his tongue parts my walls and enters my wetness, searching and probing. The feeling of his long, soft tongue inside me causes me to clutch his hair as I groan in pleasure. He stops, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Your pussy tastes better every time I savor it,” he states before devouring me once again.

His mouth moves from licking to sucking to kissing, inside and out in a blurring whirlwind of bliss. With the waves of pleasure building in me, I lay on the precipice, my skin tingling, my panting and groans echoing through the wilderness. Krogoth, encouraged, increases his speed and intensity. This new sensation is too much as the tension in my body explodes like a volcano that spreads throughout my body as I convulse in orgasmic pleasure.

Silently I lay on the bank, trying to catch my breath, my breasts rising and falling rapidly, enjoying the aftermath of tingles fluttering in me. Krogoth hops out of the water, standing over me like a giant with his enormous member fully engorged and glistening shamelessly. Maybe it’s his cock, that should be called Krogoth’s totem of overachievement. I giggle at my own joke, the silliness and euphoria of my orgasm almost too much.

Krogoth wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Delicious,” he smiles showing fangs as he offers me his hand. I sit up, and instead take his huge red colored cock in my hand, stroking it gently, causing a delightful groan to escape from him. It’s so thick I doubt I could get my two hands fully around it, but I continue my teasing strokes, enjoying the hard girthy warmth of my man in my hand.

Such a glorious big cock he has. Excitement courses through me, reigniting my pussy once again. I run my fingers and lightly kiss along his shaft. His gasps encourage me to touch him more as he rocks his head back with pleasure. I take my other hand and begin cradling and playing with his hefty balls. Their velvety softness always surprises me. “I can’t wait for you to fill me up with all your seed,” I say, looking at him with my eyes full of mischief.

A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I watch his mouth parts in disbelief at my brazen words. I know he wants to save our first time for the Mortakin-Tok, but I want him inside me now. I want him to finally claim me and make me his woman.... officially! His eyes narrow. For a brief moment, a knot tightens in my stomach as I anticipate his protest. I quickly interject “Krogoth, we’re not leaving here until you fuck me.”

Krogoth’s eyes widen, as wisps of purple escape them. “I’ve longed for this moment since I first laid eyes on you.”

His intensity fuels my own. My heart pounds in my chest. This is the moment we both crave... and it’s finally here. I glance around the area, looking for a spot. Somewhere dark, so my scars don’t ruin his erection. I spot the perfect place, a short distance from the campfire. I walk towards a large rock with my back to Krogoth. As I walk, I swivel my hips with each stride, hoping I’m exuding an air of confidence and grace as I peer over my shoulder, beckoning him over.

In a blink of an eye, he’s behind me, his hands grope and fondle my breasts, the shock of it causing me to gasp. His normal tenderness has given way to naked lust. I can feel his brutal strength barely restrained beneath his firm, groping hands.

Having him tower over me, fondling and caressing me reminds me of how huge he is, that I’m totally at his mercy. To be the focus of such passionate affections from my primal lover, both worries and excites me. I lose track of my thoughts as he kisses the back of my neck with little bites and nibbles, sending tingles of pleasure and pain rippling through me. He snarls loudly as he pulls my hips towards him, forcing me to bend over the large rock.

“Oh, Krogoth!” I exclaim. Hoping he’s still in there, not completely lost to his ‘Rush.’ As his fingers stroke my back, I cringe inwardly hoping he can’t feel the bumps and grooves of my many scars. He then runs his claws lightly over my skin, causing me to inhale. It feels like fingernails scratching my back. I began panting heavily at the mixture of lust and fear blending into a bizarre cocktail I’ve never experienced before.

“You’re so voiding beautiful, my little human,” he says, his voice little more than a growl. His firm hands spread my legs further apart. I place my head on the rock and arch my back, eager and ready but preparing myself for his massive cock to enter me. My pussy is as ready as it ever will be, soaking wet from Krogoth’s earlier attentions and whatever this kinky madness is.

The massive head of his manhood presses against my slick opening, eliciting a loud exhale. It feels so large that I begin to doubt it’ll ever fit. Krogoth grunts as he rocks his hips closer, his lust merciless. I gasp as the tip forces my lower lips open, my walls surrendering to his probing hardness.

Krogoth makes a sound that’s a mixture of laughter and grunting. “Yes!” he roars. Panting weightily, I adjust to his size. The sensation is almost overwhelming, having never taken something so huge before. His rough hands grasp, pulling my shoulder and hair as he pushes his cock deeper, causing a squeal of pleasure to escape my lips.

Oh my god! I feel so incredibly full and stretched. Krogoth uses shallow thrusts at first, but with each motion, he pushes a little deeper, greedily demanding more of me. With every bulging stroke, I think my pussy has reached its limit, until I respond to my man by opening for him a little more, yearning to take all of him.

Just as I think I cannot possibly take a fraction of an inch more of his girthy length, I feel his hips slap against my bum. “We’re made for each other!” I exclaim, my voice husky with desire.

Krogoth ruthlessly increases his rhythm. Now my pussy has enveloped his cock completely. He pulls on my shoulder while he thrusts deeply. His heavy balls bounce off my clit sending jolts of delight throughout my body. He seems more beast than man now. Lost to his Rush, he savagely claims me.

It’s all I can do to hang onto the rock, with my face pressed against the stone, muffling the cacophony of noises his massive cock is forcing from me, as he uses me for his pleasure. “You’re mine,” he snarls as I feel his hot breath on my neck.

“Always yours, Krogoth,” I reply, meaning every word, never wanting to be apart from him. He grunts with each frantic thrust, my slick pussy massaging his manhood, beckoning him onward. The incredible fullness of him hammering me feels so amazing. His desperate desire for me spurs me on wanting him even more.

My pussy pulsates and tightens with each passing moment. The intensity of his lust causes waves of delight to ripple through me. Every nerve ending lights up as if on fire. Moans and squeals escape me as I shudder. The bliss vibrates and swells within me.

I have no time to catch my breath as my orgasm excites Krogoth to increase his tempo. My vagina tightens even more, bringing Krogoth to the edge. His thrusts become short and rapid, as he pants deeply with effort. I gasp as he clutches my hips in an iron grip, fucking me with wonderful speed. I scream with elation as he roars in pleasure, the sound almost deafening.

His thrusts tapers off as he spasms and shudders, filling me with his hot seed pumping deep inside. I relish the feeling, wanting every part of him. He laughs manically, still lost in his euphoria as his thrusts come to a stop. He pulls his heavy cock out of my dripping wetness. A giggle escapes me, so happy I was able to take him.

“Gods, Pebbles, you never cease to amaze me,” he says, as he helps straighten me up. I feel a joyful bliss that is mirrored in his face as we both stare at each other like giddy, shy teenagers. His purple eyes glisten, no longer misting with Rush. He kisses me on the forehead before wrapping me up in his enormous arms. I enjoy his tight embrace, never wanting to leave. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”