No, Heat was not about what a man might want, but certain things were impossible to resist. Kane moved against her, sliding his knee between her thighs and cupping her breasts from behind, not to please her, but just to feel the reality of the body he owned. The feel of metal rings and rods beneath his open palms was a searing bite to his very soul. His thigh ground up at her lazily, bringing her up onto her toes, and then back to earth in slow rotation. The scent of musk came to him. He shuddered, torturing himself with restraint as he felt her dampening his half-undone clothing.
Raven groaned, pushing back at him. It was music to his heightened senses, but he gave her a punishing snarl anyway. “Lesson two,” he told her curtly, giving her claws where his caresses had so recently lingered. “Heat hurts.”
He gave her no time after that to prepare herself, but stepped up and mounted like an animal, his chest to her bent back. That first golden thrust met with the instinctive hindrance of anxious flesh. Primed as she might be for mating, Raven’s tight sheath closed on him, making it necessary to bend her further, shove harder. Her oils coated him, bringing quick-cum in seconds, and with the slackening of that hellish itch and swelling came renewed awareness of her—ah, his tight Raven, his wanton Raven!
He fucked her for the first time in a true Jotan frenzy, hard and fast and greedy. He had no doubt that it hurt her, but Jotan had known since the dawn of Time that a little pain could be a pleasant spice, and rough though he might be, Kane kept the limits of human flesh full in mind. He teased them out, letting her know that this was Heat, that she was for his pleasure, his release. She shook out a cry just once, and after that, only moans and whimpers that let him hear her own eagerness, her far-thinking recognition of the need for quiet. She rocked back at him as he rode, moving her hips in faltering bumps that he knew were struggles as much as they were mating. He could feel her cumming, he knew she was enjoying at least some of this, but not all, not by a damn stretch. She wanted him to finish with her.
He laughed raggedly in her ear. “Lesson three,” he growled. “Heat can take a long time!” He reared back and fucked harder, making her hocks shudder with the intensity of his thrusts.
“Lesson four!” Raven gasped. “Humans don’t have Heat!”
And with that, she brought her legs suddenly tight together and locked all her body up in a crushing grip.
Instantly, the sheath enclosing him became one great sucking mouth. Caught mid-breath, Kane came eruptively, choking on howls, and then the second hammer of this revenge struck him. His true-cum was freed for release, but his body’s stored quick-cum was still swelling through his cock, constricted by the battle-grip his Raven had on him. The stimulant rush of orgasm was still savaging his senses; he fought to free himself, to piss out his quick-cum on the ground if he had to, so that the acid churning in him could be spent, and Raven locked up even tighter, making even his withdrawal into another spastic cumming.
“Let go, let go! Oh fuck, don’t let go!” he groaned, simultaneously slapping at her and pulling her even tighter to him. The entire length of his cock was being set slowly on fire as true-cum crawled up his constricted shaft, but the storm of continued orgasm that raged in him made it almost bearable. When at last his tsesac released, he was lost so deeply that he could not recognize it until he felt the burn of his seed spattering back onto his thighs.
He slumped then, still fastened to her, breathing heavily against her neck and feeling her body shake with her triumphant laughter.
“Say it, Kane,” she said, and butted her head playfully back at him.
He looked down at her, panting.
“It’s only fair.” She rolled her hips deliberately, sending a skillful current of friction all along his engloved cock. “Say it.”
“Tiyavek sa sen channan, Raven,” he breathed, and nuzzled fondly at her shoulder. “D’shorr.”
She laughed again, a sound of high, human victory, bringing Kane a pang of real regret as he removed himself from her. Raven pushed herself off the tree and shook down the fold of her skirt, smirking over her round shoulder at him. “Unfortunately,” she said, feigning disappointment, “Lesson one is, there’s a time and a place, and this is neither.”
True. Very true. Kane turned around, fastening himself into his clothing, and finally put out his hand. Sue-Eye came to lay his harvester back in his grip and, still warm in the glow of good sex, Kane bent and nipped at her jaw. Her smile spread out like sunlight and he chuckled and nipped again before giving her a push back toward the roar of the fair.
“Back to work for you, ichuta’a,” he said. “But you keep those mating thoughts in mind. I want good males to harvest.”
“Yes, Kane.”
Off she went. Kane held out his arm, watching her go, and Raven stepped into his half-embrace. “I told you I could be forgiving,” he remarked.
“I, on the other hand, hold a grudge. You’re going to pay mightily when I get around to giving you my lessons.”
He tried for an ominous sidelong glance, but was afraid his broad smile may have ruined the effect. “We’ll see,” he said simply. “But it’s going to have to wait until we’re in the open black. No more distractions. We finish this hunt and we get the fuck off this rock.”
She nodded obedience, her hand playing at his stomach.
“Back to the mountains,” Kane muttered, his eyes piercing the tangled bushes ahead for Sue-Eye’s return. “Back to the ship.”
“Will you let me fly it a little?”
“Why not?” He tickled playfully at her sides. “It’s a nice, long stretch of nothing between Earth and where we’re going. We’ve got to pass the time somehow.”
She gave him a good scratching on his bare stomach for that, but he let it go unanswered. Sue-Eye was coming back with her chosen male. Kane took his arm from Raven’s shoulders and dismissed her with a flick of his claws, flexing his grip on his harvester. Time to finish this hunt, now, while his misgivings were still faded out and Heat was at bay. He’d have the rest of his life to play with Raven, but by the time the sun set on this world, Kane meant to be leaving it behind.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kane straightened up, snapped his hands out twice to knock the blood from them, and then braced them against his back and stretched until his bones creaked. He was soaked. He’d stripped off the hat and coat long ago, but it wasn’t enough. His pants were clinging to him unpleasantly, his footcovers squished when he walked, and his hair crawled with sweat to the point that he felt like his head was infested with bugs. But the end was in sight.
He glanced down at the corpse at his feet, still massaging at his aching back, and then turned away and trudged back into his clearing where his females waited for him. Sue-Eye held out his harvester and he gave her a critical once-over before taking it. She was starting to flag, his ichuta’a. As if getting groped at was such hard work.
His eyes went to Raven right on the heels of that thought. There was a woman who’d done some hard work. She was sleeping now, looking flushed and uncomfortable in the heat, with one hand tucked up under her skirt. He hadn’t been here that long, but he’d used her three times already (and never with quite the same sense of play or pleasure as the first, unfortunately), but there was going to be a fourth before too long if he didn’t get done here in a hurry.