Page 64 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Ellie

W e didn’t just screw all night, though in the dreamspace it did feel possible.

Between the mind-blowing orgasms, we talked about travelling back to meet his tribe.

Anghar thinks they will have left the insecurity of the beach by now, heading back towards the village, their own territory.

Gregar, Anghar’s chief, will be concerned about other raskarrans coming to find the escape pod.

He’s right to be - those tattooed guys had been following the smoke trails, apparently.

Anghar says it is only luck, and perhaps Lina’s guiding hand, that meant his tribe reached us first.

“Will those other males still be looking for us?” I asked him.

“We will have to be cautious, but I think they will have carried on towards the sands. Easier to find than trying to follow us down the river.”

In some ways, I hope he’s right about that.

I don’t want to come face to face with those guys again.

Don’t want Anghar to have to risk himself fighting them again.

But wishing them away from us is wishing them towards the other girls.

I only hope that Gregar’s tribe is capable of fending off any who might come looking with bad intentions towards my friends.

I think of spiky Liv and fearsome Khadija. Those two were quick to pick up a spear and fight. Honestly, I’d be a little worried for the raskarran who tried to do anything untoward with those two. But the others - they’re soft. They need protecting. I hope that Anghar’s tribe is up to the job.

I send a little prayer to Lina, too. Because why not?

Anghar appears at the cave entrance, giving me a glowing smile.

He left first thing to scout the area, check for any signs of any other raskarrans nearby.

I take from his demeanour that he found none.

He shoulders the heavier of the two packs, then helps me adjust mine so it sits nicely on my smaller frame.

It’s heavy, but not more than I can handle.

“Yes?” he says, tapping the pack.

“Yes,” I say.

Amazing how versatile words can be when you only have a few of them.

We set off, following the path of the river, but keeping to the cover of the trees.

The land rises steeply, creating the valley the river runs through, so there’s a little climbing.

Anghar is more built for it than I am, his tail providing extra grip and balance as he traverses the steep ground.

Every so often, he reaches back to help me, though, pulling me onwards with him.

Once we’re up, the going is easier, the land mostly flat.

We have to scramble over a few large branches and fallen trees, but besides that, it’s a smooth walk right up to nightfall.

I have no idea how far we’ve travelled, but the ache in my feet is terrible.

Anghar quickly sets a tent - not quite a full tent, more a lean-to, with a layer of material above our heads to keep off the rain.

It’s very open air and I’m concerned about bugs and other creepy crawlies.

While I rummage through our bags for food, Anghar builds a few contraptions out of vine and stones that make a noise when shaken.

They will alert us to predators and other approaching tribes, I figure.

When he’s made a few, he disappears, returning a short while later without them, a satisfied look on his face.

We eat and drink the bitter berry tonic.

Anghar removes my boots, inspecting my feet after I tell him they hurt.

He dabs a bit of the sticky berry goo onto the blisters on my heels, then rubs my feet in a way that soon has me groaning with pleasure.

Then he’s rubbing other parts of me, bringing me to a climax that’s sharp and intense, before tucking me against his side, saying to me in that low, delicious voice of his, “Rest.”

“Will we come here every night?” I ask after catching my breath from the latest orgasm.

Anghar looks up at me from between my legs, licking his lips to collect up the last of my juices.

It’s the third time tonight he’s made me come with his mouth on my pussy, and in the weird way that everything seems to reset here in the dreamspace, the aftershocks have already stopped and my body is revving back up, ready to go again.

“Every single night, linasha,” he says, a gleam in his eyes.

“But we stopped before,” I said, gasping as he crawls up my body, his weight settling on to mine. My pussy throbs as his cock brushes close to my entrance. No summer dress for me today. I entered the dreamspace naked and have stayed that way.

“It was my injury,” Anghar says, feathering kisses along my collarbone. “When the body requires energy for other things - like recovery - the bond between headspaces cannot form.”

He aligns his body to mine and thrusts into me in one strong stroke. I gasp as he fills me, stretching me to the delicious point just before pain, the sensation mingling with the pleasure, intensifying it.

“I thought I’d feel relieved if the dreams stopped,” I admit. “When I thought I was sick, I wanted them to stop more than anything. But when they did, I soon missed being able to talk to you.”

He grins down at me, moving his hips against mine, deliberately slow. That little raised patch of textured skin brushes over my clit, making me keen with pleasure.

“Would you be relieved if it stopped again?” he asks, and I can tell from the wicked glint in his eye that he knows my answer.

“I would be the opposite of relieved,” I say.

“You need me to relieve the ache in your cunt,” he says, grinning, still grinding against me, torturously slow.

“Oh, yes,” I say, already breathy.

“You want me to lick you until you are screaming my name, then drive into you with my cock until you are so well pleasured you would not be able to walk if this were the waking world.”

“Yes.”

“Every single night?”

“Gods, yes. Anghar, oh, fuck.”

My orgasm rips through me, but Anghar doesn’t stop, just keeps grinding into me, driving me higher and higher until another orgasm starts chasing after the first one, the pleasure crashing through me like waves, overlapping, until my body is so spent I think I’ll never be able to climax again.

Except, of course, thanks to the magic of the dreamworld, I’m ready to do it all again maybe five minutes later.

In the morning, I rise before he does. Despite feeling like I was in the dreamspace as soon as I closed my eyes, I think he must have sat up and kept watch for a while.

Time feels weird in our shared dreams, like a minute awake could be many hours asleep.

Not that I’m complaining. Many hours of my body being worshipped sounds just fine to me.

I set out our meal bars for the morning, empty my bladder in the designated spot, lick dew from large leaves - a trick Anghar showed me yesterday to help preserve our water supplies.

The river is too far beneath us and moving too fast to risk attempting to fill our canteens from there.

Catching the rainfall from the leaves is our only option at the moment.

Anghar rises not long after me. Once we’ve eaten our breakfast, we start walking again.

We pass a few days this way. Walking all the long hours of the day, taking our pleasures in each other in the dreamspace by night.

Anghar doesn’t try to touch me again in the real world.

Because we need to be quiet and careful now we are travelling further towards the other tribes, he tells me in the dreamspace.

“If I spent any time between your legs in the waking world, I would not be able to resist making you scream,” he says with a grin.

The only other thing we do is practise shooting. Already my fingertips are starting to toughen to the string, and my accuracy improves with every shot. One time, Anghar spots a small creature grazing a short distance ahead and guides me to shoot it. I miss by a hair, but Anghar beams with pride.

“Not many have a hunter’s instincts,” he tells me when we dream that night. “But your spirit is strong with them. I thought they would be from the moment I saw you. I am pleased I was right.”

He tucks me close to his side, just holding me for the time being.

“The very first morning after I first saw you, running all that way to find you, I distracted myself imagining what it would be like to hunt with you by my side. Providing for the tribe together.”

“You want me to come hunting with you?”

“Only if you desire it, my linasha. It is much like this. Sleeping on the forest floor, walking long distances. Not everybody is interested.”

All that time just me and him, looking for food to feed the other girls. Just like I was doing on the beach, except with Anghar at my side, I’m sure I’ll have more success.

“I would like that,” I say. “If I’m allowed.”

“Allowed?” he says, with adorable confusion.

“Where I come from there are ideas, rules about what is suitable for men and women to do. Women do the cleaning. Men do the things like hunting.”

Anghar’s nose wrinkles. “That makes little sense to me, linasha. What if you are terrible at cleaning?”

I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. My laughter seems to delight him, for he starts tickling me every time I start to stop.

And then we’re wrestling a little as I try to stop him, and his body pins mine and then he’s inside me again, and we sweat and slide and moan together, lost in the pleasure of each other.