Page 35 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

EPILOGUE

Liv

W e pass into Gregar’s territory a few days later.

I know the moment we arrive. It’s obvious from the way the tension the raskarrans have been holding is suddenly gone.

Joking brothers Maldek and Rardek smile more, Maldek teasing Sam, the two of them having few problems communicating, despite not speaking each other’s language.

Vantos agrees to run ahead to prepare the village for our arrival, and though I’m a little nervous at the thought of having one less raskarran around, Gregar doesn’t seem at all concerned about it. He walks even taller now we are back under trees he sees as his.

We’re packing up after lunch when I start to suspect something is up.

At first it’s just Maldek and Rardek shooting grins in my direction, and I pay them no heed because they grin at everybody.

But when quiet healer Shemza joins in, I give Gregar a questioning look. He just smiles and keeps walking.

“Do I need to be concerned?” I say to Sally, who can understand what they’re saying when they all start talking to each other. She found it tricky at first, but the more she’s listened to the different cadences of the Deep Forest dialect, the better she’s been able to understand them.

“I don’t think so,” she says, shooting me a grin that’s not unlike the kind Maldek and Rardek have been giving me all morning.

I don’t have a great sense of time, but I think it’s mid afternoon when Gregar suddenly comes up behind me and swings me up in to his arms. I cry out a protest, but he silences me by smothering his lips over mine.

And I can’t even manage to be mad about the little public display of affection, because damn, the guy can kiss like a demon.

When I’m good and flustered and hot and aching between my thighs, he draws back, turns to his tribe brothers and speaks.

“He says he’s taking his linasha somewhere private for the evening,” Sally says. “And not to be worried if he’s not back before morning. He wants to spend plenty of time between… I am not repeating that.”

Sam laughs and Khadija whoops.

“Well,” I say, “looks like I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.”

“Try not to have too much fun,” Rachel says.

“I’m making no promises on that front,” I call back as Gregar carries me away.

Once we’re a fair distance from the others, I turn in his arms, slipping mine around his neck.

“You are a brute, you know that?” I say, knowing full well he can’t understand me. “And I look forward to the day when the dreamspace joins our minds enough that we can actually talk, so you can know when I’m insulting you and not just have to guess from the tone of my voice.”

He says something in response, but the only thing I understand about it is the way the vibration of his voice in his chest seems to go through my whole body, intensifying the ache in my core.

But if Gregar’s in any rush to get down and dirty with me, he doesn’t show it, just ambling through the trees with me in his arms, humming in that contented, tuneless way of his. I could groan with frustration, but then we come to a clearing and my eyes go wide with delight.

Somehow, here in the middle of the trees, there is a cave formation.

It’s like a hill has risen out of the ground ahead of us, several openings in the cliff face large enough for a human and her raskarran to duck inside.

There’s no break in the canopy overhead, as the trees on our ground level grow every bit as tall as the ones that grow atop the cliff. It’s dark and moody and private.

Gregar guides me to one of the central caves, ducking inside it.

The entrance is a little tight, but it opens out into a wide, tall space where even Gregar can stretch to his full height.

Luminescent plants grow on the walls, casting a soft blue glow around everything.

Gregar sets down his pack and goes to a stash at the back of the cave.

It’s obviously one of the tribe outposts - well supplied with pelts and foodstuffs.

He gets me a little parcel - a leaf wrapped around a substance that crumbles in my hand.

He scoops some of it up on the end of his finger, then holds it up to my mouth.

I wet my lips, the sudden intensity of the moment making my pussy throb with need. Slowly, deliberately, I take his finger into my mouth and suck the substance off.

I vaguely register that it’s some sort of sweet treat. A flavour a bit like bread and honey.

But then his body is against mine, pressing me up against the cave wall as he growls against my throat, the sweet treat knocked out of my hand, forgotten on the floor.

“Gregar,” I moan, running my hands up his chest.

He grabs them, pinning my arms above my head. I grin, reminded of our time in the dreamspace in the most delicious way. I arc my body towards him, the movement almost involuntary. Now he’s stopped me touching him, there’s nothing I want to do more.

“My Liv,” he says, still growling, and I realise he wasn’t speaking English, but I understood him anyway.

The next words out of his mouth could be gibberish for all I understand them, but it doesn’t matter. I understood that. The bond is starting to forge.

He kisses a trail from my ear to my shoulder, savouring every taste of my neck on his way down, scraping his fangs lightly against my skin. His cock is an iron bar in his trousers, torturing my clit with every move he makes. By the time he’s nuzzling my collarbone, I’m gasping and so, so wet.

“Fuck me,” I say, breathing the words. “Fuck me, Gregar.”

Something twines around my wrists, pinning them to the wall of the cave. I look up and see he’s using his tail to do it. Then his hands are running over my body, and I’m powerless to do anything as he strips me out of my clothes, only releasing my arms momentarily to remove my vest.

For a long moment, his eyes drink in my naked body, the heat in them so intense I can almost feel it against my skin.

Then he runs his fingers through my folds, spreading my juices before driving a finger inside me.

I cry out, my head dropping forwards to rest against his chest as I’m quickly overcome by the pleasure he’s giving me.

My legs feel weak, my whole body wracked with spasms as he pushes me towards climax with relentlessness.

Then I’m coming apart, keening my release as my hips buck, my core clenching around his fingers.

He gentles me down, massaging the last few jolts of pleasure from my inner walls.

He caresses my face, kissing my mouth as his free hand works his trousers down.

Pearls of precum bead on the tip of his cock when he releases it, and my core flutters at the thought of it inside me.

His hands grip my thighs as he lifts me, positioning himself at my entrance.

My hands over head still bound, I’m completely at his mercy. And I love it.

He presses into me slow, the sensation of my body stretching around him achingly sweet.

When he’s seated all the way inside me, he presses a whisper of a kiss against my lips.

And then he draws back, slamming into me.

I cry out at the sensation of him penetrating me so deep, that little patch of skin stimulating my already sensitive clit.

Over and over he drives in to me. I moan and writhe against him as he works my body ever closer to another shattering orgasm.

Then I’m coming and he’s only moments behind me, roaring his release as he continues to thrust against me.

I feel deliciously used as his tail unwinds from my wrists, and I wrap my arms around his neck, breathing hard in time with him.

Between everyone sleeping practically on top of each other in the various tents, and the exhausting pace we’ve been keeping on our travels, I haven’t felt much like sex in the waking world.

While we’ve been screwing all night long in the dreamspace, this is only the second time we’ve done it for real.

It’s every bit as incredibly good as I remember it being, and it seems it’s not over yet. Gregar is still rock hard inside me, and despite the fact that he’s not moving, I can feel pleasure rippling through me in waves, building me up and up.

Which… how? Because last I checked, just standing still and panting never got anyone off.

Then Gregar draws back from me a little, creating enough space between us that we can look down at where our bodies are joined.

That rough little patch of skin - his mating node - has changed.

Where it was flat before, it’s now swollen and pulsing - spreading out and then drawing back.

Trying to attach on to something, I think, remembering Gregar’s description of raskarran impregnation.

The male’s node attaches to the female’s.

Except, I don’t have one, so his is just trying over and over again to attach to something that isn’t there.

Right where my clit is.

I moan as the pleasure starts to overcome me again.

Then Gregar is lifting me away from the cave wall and carrying me towards the back of the cave.

He grabs some pelts from a stash and throws them down on the floor before laying us down together on them.

I grip him tight, my whole body trembling as waves and waves of intense pleasure rip through me.

He kisses my neck, my jaw, my mouth, stroking my hair back from my face and staring at me with such reverence.

He’s not moving, I realise, not thrusting against me.

But it feels like he is, and I realise it’s not just his node that’s pulsing, it’s his dick, too.

The dual sensations make me come so hard, for a moment, my vision goes white.

And Gregar continues to cradle me through it, kissing my face and murmuring to me gently, his tail twined around my thigh.

He doesn’t seem to be close to a climax of his own, and nor does he do anything to move himself towards one.

Just holds me, nuzzling my neck and peppering my skin with little kisses as I come apart beneath him again and again.

When his mating node finally stills, the pulsing of his cock slowing, then stopping, he pulls slowly out of me, lowering himself down into the bedding beside me.

I stare up at the ceiling, so well fucked I don’t think I’m going to be able to move ever again.

Then Gregar straightens my legs for me, massaging my aching muscles a little.

I should ask him for some of the magic berry juice, I think, but I also don’t want him to go anywhere, want his body pressed up against mine still.

The feeling of contentment, of safety, that being in his arms brings feels more now, somehow.

As if what we just shared has forged yet another bond between us.

When Gregar strokes a thumb across my lower belly, I realise what that bond is.

A child.

We just made a child.

I smile up at him, heart bursting with happiness. And I don’t need words, don’t worry that I can’t interpret the look in his alien features.

Despite living most of my life in shitty bottom tier conditions back on Earth, I know what joy looks like.

And it is pure joy that smiles back down at me.