Page 19 of Koha’vek (Cyborg Guardians Spinoff)

Ava

We watched Raven disappear into the trees until the sound of his hovercycle faded into the hush of wind and birdsong.

Then it was quiet again. Just the two of us, standing on the edge of something that didn’t have a name.

I didn’t move right away. Neither did Koha’vek.

The sun remained warm, the sky stayed blue, but the world below felt different now, less like hiding, more like holding our breath.

“They’re not going to protect us,” I said quietly.

“They’re not going to hunt us either,” Koha’vek replied.

I looked up at him. “So, we’re free, but only if no one notices.”

He nodded once. “Invisible freedom.”

I let that sink in for a moment.

It wasn’t what I’d hoped for. No Federation guarantees, just a pretense they didn’t know about us. To formally give Koha’vek’s people sanctuary would break the treaty, causing hostilities to resume. Yet, by just leaving us alone, they were giving us the chance to go on with our lives together.

“I think we’ll be safe here, now that Jenkins and his gang have been removed.” I slid my arm around Koha’vek’s waist and leaned into his side. “We’ll be smart and keep to ourselves.”

His gaze fell to mine—those golden eyes always reading deeper than I expected. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Nothing has really changed.No one ever bothered you here before I came, and I love what we have here. I love you.”

He exhaled slowly, his breath brushing across my cheek as he drew me into his arms. “I am happy here with you, too.”

Koha’vek lowered his mouth to mine, and I could feel his steady heartbeat against my chest and the bulge of his erection against my belly.

I held on with both arms as our tongues engaged in a sensual dance, making my body tingle with desire. The passion of his kiss conveyed more clearly than words that we were completely in sync .

Our lips parted, and I pressed my face to his chest, breathing in the scent of sun-warmed scales and pine.

He pressed his cheek onto the top of my head. “Shall we go inside and finish this?”

“Yes.” I nodded against his chest. We held each other for a little longer before we parted, and I led the way into the cabin and to our nest.

The room was dimly lit as we stood facing each other.

I smiled, admiring his bare chest, and started to undress.

My mind knew I should not be attracted to this alien male with his green scales and inhuman yellow eyes with their vertical pupils.

Yet, I no longer saw the monster who made me scream in fear at first sight.

I saw the man I loved, a man of a different species, handsome and sexy in his own way.

Koha’vek started to undress first, by taking off his heavy boots, so I followed suit, untying the laces on my deer hide moccasins.

I pushed them off with my feet, then pulled my handmade tunic off over my head.

With only his leather military issue pants left to remove, Koha’vek was already naked when I had just started to work at the knot on my breast wrap.

Stepping forward to help, his hands closed over mine. “May I?”

I nodded, even though I could do it myself.

He had once said that it was like unwrapping a gift, which gave him great pleasure.

He liked the feel of my breasts in his hands and how he could manipulate them to pleasure me.

Soon, the wrap fell to the floor, and he cupped my breasts in his big hands, kneading them against my chest wall.

I swayed forward as delightful sensations shot straight to my clit and made it throb with need.

Gripping his upper arms, I turned my face up for his kiss.

While he kissed me, his hands found my pants' waist, and he untied the cloth belt that held them up.

He pushed them down over my hips so they dropped the rest of the way to the floor.

My tie-on panties quickly followed, and I stepped out of them.

Koha’vek’s tail wrapped around me, and he lowered us down to our soft nest of furs together.

It seemed he had made it his mission to pleasure me in every way he knew, exploring my body with his mouth and tongue.

He lay over me, working his way down my body while I moaned in pleasure, caressing him with my hands where I could.

He trailed kisses and licks up and down both legs before he finally settled between them to lick my pussy.

I groaned and mewled in exquisite pleasure when he drew that wicked tongue up through my channel and over my clit.

I loved the way he seemed to savor my enjoyment as he took great care to wring out every sigh, every moan, and every wail of satisfaction from me until I could only scream in ecstasy.

Only then did he stop and nurse me through the intense orgasm he had given me.

Wiping my juices from his face, he moved back up beside me and took me into his arms, stroking the back of my legs with his finely scaled tail as we lay face to face on our sides.

I ran my hands over his upper body, kissing his face and neck.

Feeling his hard cock against my leg, I grasped it and stroked it with my hand. “I’m ready for you to take me now,” I whispered. “Just to be clear, I want you to take me now.”

As I looked into his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “As you wish, meora .”

In hardly more than one quick movement, I was on my back with Koha’vek inside me. He felt so good, I sighed my appreciation. He began slowly with firm, deep thrusts that drew me gradually toward another orgasm.

I had learned in our months together that it was how he liked to prolong our joining. It was intensely intimate as he insisted I look into his eyes as he fucked me.

Koha’vek took me to the summit again with his slow, deep thrusts. By then, he’d reached the limit of his control, finishing hard and fast, pounding into me until I came and took him over the edge with me.

As we lay knotted afterward, I realized I wasn’t scared of losing him anymore.

I knew we were in good hands with Raven watching our backs. He respected Koha’vek and Veklan. He’d gone out of his way to give us a chance to live our lives in peace.

After a long silence, I said, “I’m glad we have Raven on our side.”

Even if the world beyond these woods still didn’t want to see us, we had each other, and Raven to watch our backs and protect the colony, too.

And somehow, that truth made it easier to breathe.

Koha’vek

A few days later, after a call to let Raven know, we took my Mesaarkan flyer to visit the colony. It was much too long a journey for us to go by horseback, even if we had two horses. We only stayed one night and returned the following evening to care for Ava’s horse, Dotty .

Our visit to the colony had gone well—better than I expected, honestly. Veklan welcomed us. The human females welcomed Ava. She spent time getting acquainted and sharing their stories while I reconnected with some of the males I hadn’t seen in years.

Some deserted with the females they rescued from captivity, while others found their mates by chance. Together, they built a tight-knit community that thrived in their isolation.

By the time we left, someone had handed Ava a woven satchel of herbs and dried fruit. “For winter,” she said. “For strength.” It felt like a gesture meant for family, and we relished it.

Now, back in our clearing, Ava and I carried firewood from the pile by the barn to stack on one end of the porch. The air smelled of cold pine and distant snow, and the wind carried a hush that suggested the world was settling in for sleep.

We were glad to be back at the home I had rebuilt day by day. Perhaps in the spring, we’d revisit the colony, but we would not leave our home otherwise unless we were forced to.

It was more than just shelter, it was our center, mine and Ava’s

Veklan had quietly asked if we’d consider opening our doors—if others needed rest, passage, a hiding place.

We hadn’t needed to think twice. We both said yes.

Now the cabin wasn’t just our home. It might become a safe haven for those still running from their past.

We hung a carved stone beside the door—a smooth black river rock that I had etched with an old Mesaarkan mark. It meant “ fire within ” .

Anyone who knew the symbol would understand that this was a safe place to rest and begin again.

When we had stacked the last of the wood, I turned to Ava, brushing a lock of windblown hair from her cheek. My hand lingered there, and she looked into my eyes.

I didn’t have to ask if she still believed in our life together. I could read it in her gaze. We believed in ourselves, and that was enough.

I brushed my tail lightly against the backs of her legs—a sign of affection she’d once found strange and now found comforting.

We stood side by side, watching the trees as a cool breeze whispered through them of the coming winter.

They hadn’t given Mesaarkans formal asylum on Earth, but it was implied because they allowed us to stay. We could live with that, because it meant we could continue our lives together.

We carved out our place in the quiet—and called it home.

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