Ella joined him, their legs brushing. “What is it?”
“This one is of value. Our females use it for jewelry. It is also used in some of our more complex electronics.”
“What do you call it?”
“Opityte.”
They were so close. His frame much larger than hers. Masculine. He placed the stone in her palm. His hands were warm and strong. Knowing he was hers was deeply satisfying. She still couldn’t believe this was real.
“It’s beautiful.” The stone had an iridescent quality, picking up the minimal lighting as she moved it in her hand.
“I will make you jewels. Anything you desire is yours.” He looked as hungry as she felt. His lips were thick, his jaw chiseled. Every detail about Dhiro aroused her.
“I don’t need anything.” It was true. All she wanted was happiness. She’d never been a materialistic person. Of course, her bank account on Earth had about seventeen cents in it.
“Don’t you?” He rose to his feet and she followed, only reaching his chest. “You forget I can sense your hormonal signatures. They are quite potent to my senses.”
She cringed. “Really? Every time?”
“It’s a convenience for our males. They can satisfy their mates the moment they entertain sexual desires.”
“Men on Earth are much more selfish.”
“My body belongs to you now, Ella. My aim is to keep you satisfied.”
She bit her lip. How could she remain unaffected when he was so damn attractive? The man was pure muscle and strength, a work of art.
“We’re in a cave, Dhiro.”
He gripped her head at the nape of her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her. The kiss was deep and thorough. She closed her eyes and felt herself falling down the rabbit’s hole. His hands were all over her, and she no longer cared about where she was or anything else, for that matter.
His hand went up her dress, two fingers easily impaling her pussy, and he finger-fucked her without breaking their kiss. God, she needed him. Needed that huge cock of his.
“Dhiro … please.”
“The rocks are too jagged here, Ella. Your skin is delicate.”
“I don’t care.” She kissed down his neck, feeling all over his hard body. Needing him. Craving him. “I’ll die if you don’t take me.”
“I promise you’ll survive.”
He bent down on one knee, flipping one of her legs over his shoulder. She grabbed on to his shoulders for balance. His mouth went straight to her cunt, his alien tongue taking her immediately to the brink. Dhiro’s mouth was hot and talented. He toyed with her folds before suckled on her clit with precisely the right speed and pressure to make her eyes loll back in her head. “Yes, oh, God, yes.”
Her one leg became wobbly, but his arms came around to support her weight, his mouth continuing to ravish her. He was incredibly, inhumanely strong. The mere thought pushed her over the edge. Within minutes, her pussy erupted, quaking against his lips as she cried out. The cascade of pleasure rained down on her. She was addicted to Dhiro.
She tried to catch her breath. “What about you?”
“I’ve waited decades for a mate. I can wait a few more hours before entering my woman.”
He assisted her deeper into the cave. She still didn’t trust her own balance after what he’d done to her with his tongue. “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer one of your own females, if you had a choice?”
Ella desperately wanted him to lie to her. Women on Trenu Zel were tall and statuesque. Strong and perfect in form. She felt like a mushroom next to them. She imagined Dhiro was with her because she was fertile, not because he’d choose her on his own.
“I did have a choice, Ella. It’s not my responsibility to save my world. I could have chosen a Trenuian female long ago. Once I had you in my grasp, I became entranced.”
“Entranced?”
“You are soft and feminine, delicate yet feisty. I love how your breasts overflow my hands. You need protecting. You say what you feel. Our women are frigid and functional and rarely crave intimacy. I have no desire for another, Ella. I am beyond satisfied with my little mate.”
She kissed him the second he finished speaking. He calmed her insecurities with all his sweet words. The thing was, she actually believed him. Dhiro had been candid and sincere from day one.
A deep, distant rumble stole her attention. She pulled back as a light debris of crushed stone rained down on them.
“What was that?” she asked.
He paused, listening, then took her hand. “We must go. It isn’t safe here.”
She tried to keep up as he rushed to the entrance of the cave, not letting go of her. “Is it an earthquake or something?”
“It’s the Scyathra.”
She puzzled the word in her head. “What’s that mean?”
He didn’t answer, busy getting the passenger side of the truck open for her. Then he ran around to the driver’s side and slammed the door shut behind him. He shifted in his seat to scan the horizon behind the vehicle.
“Dhiro, what is it? What’s the Scyathra?”
He began to drive back the way he came. Another explosion. She felt it reverberate through her seat, and she gasped slightly.
“There is a sect of people on Trenu Zel who resist civility. The main focus of the taskforce is keeping them at bay. They only desire chaos and destruction.”
“Why? What do they want?”
“They are feral, living for their own base desires. They’ve stolen women and children in the past. Destroyed flight ports and factories. They destroy our crops and attempt to pollute our air.”
“It’s their air, too.”
“They don’t care. Or don’t understand. I’m not even sure anymore.”
“Are their people infertile, too?”
“The entire planet was affected. No females are capable of reproducing. It’s made the Scyathra more violent, if anything.”
“They sound horrible,” she said. It was hard to imagine any people on Trenu Zel behaving anything less than civilized. Everyone she’d met had been docile and sensible.
“We compare them to Earthlings. Violent, destructive, and fascinated with death and suffering.”
“Is that how your people see me?”
“Not you, but many others.”
She couldn’t even muster up the energy to argue because it was essentially true. Humankind had been in a downward spiral for some time. Every night the news sickened her stomach. The depths humans could sink continued to shock her.
As they put distance between them and the caves, Dhiro appeared less tense.
“You’re afraid of them. What do they look like?”
“I’m not afraid, Ella. I just have something worth protecting. And I know they’d love to get their hands on you.”
“Are they like animals?”
“No, remarkably similar to us physically. That’s where the similarities end.”
“You’re so advanced. I’m surprised they’re a problem for you,” she said.
“They are exiled, forced to live in the small range of mountains to the north, but they are always plotting.”
She noticed civilization in the distance. The dome-like buildings looked familiar, so they were close to Dhiro’s home. He pulled up next to his house, and Scruffy ran over to their truck.