Kane bent and sucked at the bloody bite on her shoulder, letting her hand harden him. She had begged him just to finish with her, begged him. He had the distinct feeling his fierce little Raven didn’t do a lot of that.
Kane sat up suddenly, kneeling with his thighs wide apart and the blankets thrown back. She moved silently to take him in that amazing ‘blowjob’ that humans could do. He closed his mind to it with effort, letting her coat him with slick saliva as elaborately as she pleased. Then he pulled her off him and pushed her back into the bedding.
She resisted briefly, her body tightening and her face turning on itself. Oh yes, she remembered.
He pulled her thighs around his hips and sank into her. It was easier every time. She was cinched tight and tilted deep, forced still and receptive to the quick, hard thrusts he sent against her as he felt out the confines of her body. He was tempted to let go, to lie atop her and take his privilege, to feel the strange delight of her human breasts on his chest and see her hair fanned out violet beneath him. But no. No, he’d done something to her last night, and he wanted to see if he could do it again.
Kane leaned back, keeping her hips tight to him, and both slowed and lengthened his strokes, nudging upwards along her full pubic bone. He could feel the unpleasant scratch of her low hair at his belly, but he could also feel her sudden tension. There was a place on Jotan females, one that could be found just where the upper slope of their selves softened, one that could be counted on for furious pleasure. Kane hunted for it in Raven now, his eyes closed, painstakingly seeking her one slow sliver at a time.
“Unngh!” Raven’s hand flew out and slapped at his chest, her face contorting with misery.
Found. Kane lay back further, only one hand holding her now while the other braced his weight. He drove at her with greater confidence and she came up off the bed a little more with every thrust.
‘Don’t feel,’ Kane thought, his throat working with the effort. ‘Don’t feel. You can hear—gods, hear that sucking, you’ve made her pissing wet!—but don’t feel. It’s over if you feel.’
She was making a sound, not the eye-water sobbing he’d expected, but an urgent, moaning, mating sound. It dug into Kane’s brain and fired through his body. Her slapping hand became a scratching one; the sensitive skin of his chest and belly seared at her touch and it was all he could do not to fall on her in frenzy.
“Move,” he grunted. “Move, damn you, you know you want to!”
She threw back her head and howled, a cry that began at her toes and ground out of her throat as thick and raw as smoke. But then she did move. Her legs rose and wrapped his waist, her hips grinding at his. She pushed at him weakly just once more and then she was clinging to him, her face turned as far from him as she could, as though her mind were straining to physically separate from her body. She was mating with him, great gods, a vessel no longer but a willing partner.
Kane dropped his other arm to better balance his weight, and Raven came up from the pillows to straddle him. She gripped his shoulders with her blunt claws and rode him hard and fast, tears of betrayal leaking from her tightly-shut eyes. She was cumming, contracting on him to damned near the point of pain, and it was just as he’d remembered—that incomparable shivery seal, milking at him like he was a breeder male in a So-Quaal stable. He thrust harder, trying to prolong the excruciating sensation of her working at him, but then came with a violent shudder of his own and collapsed onto the bed.
She fell with him, her hands slapping at his chest to keep her braced separate from him. Her head was bent and shoulders bowed. Her ragged breath still held traces of that half-keening cry, and there were tears still spilling one by one from her eyes.
Kane put his hand on her hip and rubbed, watching her face buckle. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” he growled, smiling. “I know you did.”
She said nothing, did nothing.
He gave her hip a little pull, forcing her to rock at him, miming the mating she had just played out with such reluctant passion. He, still joined to her, could feel her cunt clenching greedily. “You want me hard again,” he told her. “You’re primed. You’re hungry to fuck. Admit it. When was the last time you had a fuck like that?”
She answered him, surprisingly, although her voice was listless. “I can honestly say I’ve never had a fuck like that.” She still didn’t look at him.
“Flatterer.” He patted her hip again and then lifted her off him and dropped her on the bed. “I’m liking you more the longer I know you,” he said, sitting up. “Let’s get moving.”
His clothes and hers were hung up in the privy still, stiff but dried. Kane washed up and dressed rapidly, blocking the privy door in case his human took it into her purple-haired head to run. It was a precaution of habit; he no longer expected her to try.
The body was stinking up the main room already, but Raven found the food in the back and took it all. It was bread, different kinds and shapes, but all bread, dry and unsatisfying. For drinks, there were canisters of something Raven called ‘pop’. Kane’s analyzer told him it was sugar-and caffeine-saturated, but otherwise harmless. Not great, in other words, but like the bread, it was better than nothing.
Kane followed his human from the motel’s storeroom to sleeping quarters to linen room and back, watching with quiet amusement as she stripped the bed and replaced the sheets. A far-thinking human. She was past worrying about living and was already thinking about avoiding arrest. That took an admirable amount of wit and will. She cleaned every inch of every surface either of them had touched, and then took what she did not clean—the bedding, the bottles of soap from the shower, the towels they’d dried with—to the groundcar’s cargo hold and put them inside. A very far-thinking human.
“Forget anything?” he asked, when she’d thrown the cleanser in on top of the pile.
“I don’t think so. It’s a motel, lots of people have touched the shower curtain and the room key…and the bed.” She gave him a hollow-eyed glance full of weary humiliation and blame.
That look clenched on him with all the pleasure of her pussy on his cock. He grinned. “You make me wish I had all day just to play with you,” he said regretfully, and she flinched. “But I need to get to work.” He slammed the cargo hatch and handed her the groundcar’s keys. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Six
Tagen had been led to believe that humans lived in social groups. The one point on which the misinformation from five hundred years past and present experience agreed was that humans collected in large numbers. He had been prepared for difficulty in isolating one. He planned for nothing but that as he spent the next three days grimly clawing his way eastward over Earth. When he came out of the woods and found a single building set in the middle of wilderness, it came as something of a surprise.
It had the look of a well-maintained building. Certainly the grounds surrounding it were exceedingly trim. Grass grew in a deliberate square before the wooden porch, cut short and colored deep green in defiance of the sun, and fenced by stones of matching size and color. There were bushes, some flowering, and trees, well-kept. The porch itself looked, from this distance, clean and orderly. It could only be a residence. No other building had quite this same look of regular inhabitation.
The similarity between this house and that one in which Kolya Pahnee had bought to raise his son was staggering. It was not the same design, of course, not even the same color, but the overwhelming neatness and organization of the place was an exact mirror to the house in which Tagen had been raised.