Kane got a breath in him—every breath he took was hot enough to have just passed from some unseen other’s mouth, suffocating him right out in the wide open—and then another, and tried to start walking again. The sensation of his clothing scouring at his stiffening cock made that impossible. He stopped again, leaning hard against the nearest tree, and tried to think what to do.
How long did the Heat season last on this miserable planet? He’d been here almost as many times as he’d had years in his life, and it had never, never been this hot. Urak, who could lay down five trips to Earth for every one of Kane’s, had never even mentioned that it could be this hot. And this was Urak’s favorite hunting ground. He’d have known!
Kane pulled the pack from his shoulder and opened it to check the time. When he saw that the female still had more than seven hours before she was safe for him to touch, Kane had to stoop, cautious as an old man, and put the pack down all the way out of his hands to keep from smashing it to pieces. That done, he stepped away from it and went to lean against another tree.
He wanted nothing more than to empty himself in his captured female, or failing that, to scratch until he dug the itch out in gouts of blood and meat. He could do neither. And he had seven hours before any other option presented itself. Kane dropped his hand to his throbbing shaft and rubbed, gritting his teeth against the ache and the unfairness of it.
“Are you going to rape me?” the human asked quietly.
Kane glared at her, pressing the heel of his hand over the hardest part of him and pushing roughly up and down along its straining length.
“Are you…” Raven swallowed hard. “Are you going to kill me first or second?”
She wasn’t making a damned bit of sense. “First or second to what?” Kane asked, spitting the words out through tightly-clenched teeth.
“Raping me.”
She was staring at the bulge beneath his hand, and he caught her meaning at last.
He nodded. “But I’m not going to kill you unless you make me,” he said. “I want to keep you as long as I can.”
He couldn’t stand it any more. Sweat was pouring down his body and his blood was pounding through him like a hammer, keeping time with the throbbing of his cock. His seed sat in him like molten lead, and whether the female was ready or not, it had to come out. Kane wrenched his coverings open and gripped his cock, not entirely unmindful of the human’s sharp flinch, but beyond the ability to care.
“You’re going to rape me,” she said dully.
“Not yet,” he hissed, moving his fist hard, feeling nothing yet but the churn of Heat pricking deep in his tsesac.
She watched him with huge eyes as he forced himself to a curt, spastic release, and her eyes only got bigger when he rubbed his cum into his rigid cock and kept on. His whole gut was on fire. This fucking weather!
When he managed a second spurt of quick-cum, he craned his neck to see the monitor in his open pack. Only eleven minutes had passed since he had begun. Chok.
“Do you want…um…”
“Now is not the time to annoy me.” He dropped his hand to the swollen burn of his tsesac and ground at it, trying to will it to react to the oils of his quick-cum. The pain was exquisite and the act was futile.
“I could give you a blowjob.”
Her voice was a knife of irritation going in deep beneath the frustration and growing rage that already twisted through him. Kane squeezed his eyes open and stared at her through streams of sweat, scarcely able to comprehend any of her language, much less the last word. “A what?”
She seemed a little stymied by explanation. Her eyes twitched toward his moving hand and she dropped hesitantly to her knees and came towards him.
Kane rocked back at once, raising one foot to kick her. He flexed the talons warningly in her face, baring his teeth. “Seven hours!” he snarled.
She looked more affronted than afraid. “I’m not going to fuck you, I’m just going to help you out a little.”
Kane lowered his talons to grip the ground again. Help, she’d said, as if he could believe that. “Fuck?”
Raven made a circle of her two fingers and thrust another rapidly through it in a crude but perfectly understandable demonstration. “Fuck,” she said. “You Tarzan, me Jane, we fuck.”
Oh. Funny, he’d thought the word a curse when he’d heard it used earlier. Then again, Jotan used all but the most academic words for ‘sex’ to swear by. Maybe there were such a thing as universal curses.
Kane closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree, wincing as another spasm clawed its way insistently up from his tsesac. “Seven hours,” he said again. And she had better be ready for it, because he intended to fuck her right down through this shit-begotten planet and out the other side.
Still…listening to her at least gave him something besides Heat to occupy his mind. “What’s a blowjob?”
Her hand closed around his cock, just above his.
He jerked back and swung, knocking her down hard enough to actually flip her completely over and onto her belly. “Don’t!” he roared. “Don’t do that!”
She raised her head and swiped hair out of her face. Her eyes were curtained in shadow, but they gleamed at him watchfully.
“You are not clean!” he spat. “And if I can stand to wait seven hours until you are, you sure as chok can, too! Stay down!”
Raven slid up to her knees, moving like she was poised on a pane of too-thin glass over a sea of spikes. She never took her eyes from him. Softly, she said, “Sometimes it helps if someone else does it. We can do this and be safe. I promise I’m clean enough for that.”
Heat cramped up with devastating force, sending a shudder through Kane so violent, it was nearly a seizure. When he was able to lock down on his muscles again, Raven had come closer. She reached up between his thighs and took hold of him again. This time, Kane let his hands drop away. He didn’t even know if he believed her and he knew damned well he didn’t trust her, but this was eight days now and he did not care anymore.
Raven squeezed, very lightly, testing him, and when he did not move, she crawled closer and took him into her mouth.
Oh. Blowjob. That’s what they called that here. Kane had never experienced one before. It took a talented female and a very trusting male, and the life of an off-world criminal did not lend itself to either.
She was licking at him, sucking as she stroked her fist up and down his length. No doubt she meant to be winsome in some way, but his tsesac was burning with acid seed, and he was almost insane with the need to be rid of it. He covered her hand with his and squeezed hard, snarling, “Faster!”
Raven could be obedient when she wanted to be, clearly. She adjusted her grip at once to that of steely enclosure, milking him in movements that were ecstatically brutal, and she was right—just the fact that it was someone else was a help.
And then there was her mouth. She sucked at his glans and slid her tongue beneath the thin slip-skin there, sometimes hard and sometimes gentle, drooling copiously to coat her hands with slickness. Every so often, she would nip at him very carefully, bringing a pleasure so immediate, it came almost as a physical blow.
Kane felt his quick-cum bursting out of him—once, twice, and then in gratifying rhythm. He curled around her without thinking, his hands rising to rest on her bobbing head, too tired to even thrust at her. She sucked faster, her whole upper body rocking with her pumping motions. He was shooting quick-cum into her mouth at nearly every squeezing pull of her human hands, and she kept trying to draw back and swallow. He didn’t know the word for ‘drool’, or he’d have roared it full into her face. He could only clench her by the hair and keep her moving, grinding against her mouth as he felt climax nearing.