He cooks, but does he clean? she wondered with an amused grin.
Heydar didn’t notice her mirth, tending the fire and preparing their food. A few minutes later he presented her with a substantial portion of food. No sense saving it if it might rot on their hike. And Darla was damn hungry.
The two of them made quick work of their meals, downing every last morsel then washing it down with fresh water from their supply.
The two sat quietly a while, digesting their food and letting the day’s aches and pains fade.
Darla lay back and looked up at the orange tinted stone illuminated by the flickering light. It was a cavern, the kind of place a caveman may have taken shelter in millions of years ago. But here she was, very much not a cavewoman, but rather a human stuck on a world far from home. But despite all the trials and tribulations, she was actually feeling at ease. Safe even. And she had this strange, stoic alien to thank for it.
They remained silent a while longer, listening to the fire crackle, watching shadows dance across the rocks. After a bit, Heydar leaned forward and gathered the leaves and scraps and threw them all onto the fire. It flared bright, engulfing them in an instant then settling back down to a comfortable blaze.
He moved to sit on one of the pelts and removed his boots, followed by his shirt. The alien moved gingerly as he pulled the garment over his head. The blood caked on his back was minimal considering what had hit him, but Darla gasped all the same.
“Oh my God! You’re hurt!”
“It is nothing.”
“You said you were okay.”
“I am okay.”
“No, you’re not,” she replied, grabbing her water skin and a piece of cloth from her pack. “This is my fault,” she said, moving close behind him. “Let me clean this up.”
“I said I am fine.”
“You won’t be fine if this gets infected. And if that happens, you know full well you’re way too big for me to carry.”
“I will not fall ill.”
“Can you be sure? Do you know that for a fact?”
“Well—”
“Look, I’m just trying to make up for what happened. Can you please just let me help you? It’s not a sign of weakness or anything to say yes.”
He opened his mouth, ready to retort, but stopped himself short. Heydar’s violet eyes almost glowed with the flickering firelight as he studied this unusual human woman. The most unlikely of companions on this journey.
“Very well,” he finally said, shifting so he was seated on the fur with his back to her.
Darla slid close to him, dampening the rag in her hand and gently drawing it across his shoulders. The heat he gave off was noticeable even this close to the fire, and the cool water soon warmed in the cloth as she wiped away the dried blood.
“Is that okay?”
“Mmm,” he nodded.
Darla scooted closer still, his heat radiating from his bare skin, penetrating her thin top and warming her hardening nipples. Tiny jolts shot through her body, her every nerve on fire. She poured more water on the cloth and wiped lower, her fingers tracing the defined muscles bulging underneath his radiant skin.
She felt an almost electric charge flowing off him as the fingers of her free hand drifted aimlessly while her other hand did its healing work. His heat seemed to be increasing, if that was possible, and she felt her own body temperature rising with him. Most notably, deep inside her, the more primal heat was now spreading between her legs as her nipples brushed against his back as she leaned closer.
Want surged through her. Need. A desire that was rapidly shutting down her rational brain as instinct took over. Her hands were moving of their own accord now, well past the injuries she had been tending, touching him, reveling in the sensation. Her breath blew ragged on his neck as she drew her fingers down his sides, savoring the ripples of the muscles covering his ribs.
Heydar’s body rumbled like a big cat as a low vibrating groan escaped his chest. His skin tensed and rippled with goosebumps even as his heat increased further. Darla leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his back, her body almost bucking from the warm surge of the increased contact. Her pussy was dripping wet in anticipation, and her lower belly tightened in that most fantastic way.
What the hell are you doing, Dar? she asked herself, shocked at her roaming hands, fully aware of what she was doing yet unable to stop herself.
Was it the new tattoos influencing her? Was the alien pigment living in her skin pushing her to do things she’d never have thought of in her previous life?
The answer didn’t matter.
Heydar turned, locking eyes with her in the flickering firelight, the slight smolder they had contained earlier now burning much, much brighter. His pupils were dilated with desire, his pulse clearly throbbing in the thick veins in his neck. A fine sheen of sweat was beading his brow, but it was not the fire that had caused it.
His massive hand reached out, slowly, gently, sliding up under her shirt, lifting it ever so slowly, the fabric pulling across her nipples sending electric jolts to her pussy. Darla twitched, unable to control her body, her arousal growing exponentially with every passing second.
Heydar pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her exposed to his ravenous gaze. His long, thick fingers touched her skin with a lightness that one would not expect from so massive a man, slowly tracing the lines of her curves and tattoos, the two merged as one on her body.
Darla sucked in a sharp breath as he drew his fingertips along the sides of her breasts, exploring the tender flesh, her skin drawing tight with sensation, her nipples now rock hard and straining for his touch. She glanced down at the markings on her body, watching him explore, savoring every bit of her.
The dark ink appeared even darker in this light, and the powerful white highlights seemed to almost glow under his passing touch.
Did those move? she wondered, but her thoughts on the changing shapes of the designs on her body were purged from her mind when his huge hand cupped her breast, the heat of his palm penetrating deep into her chest. Her breath grew faster, and he moved with skill and intuition, reading her movements and responding in kind.
He shifted his hand, her erect nipple sliding between his thumb and palm as though it had always been meant to be there. He squeezed, somehow knowing just the right pressure to elicit the greatest response. Darla bucked a little, her body no longer hers to control, an electric heat shooting through her down between her legs.
Darla shifted and felt her juices dripping from her swelling folds, her clit straining with need, growing with every little twist of his fingers. Her body felt aflame, the heat warming her limbs, her forehead and neck damp with a surge of aroused sweat.
Heydar paused, putting his rising passion in check, studying this human woman’s responses, silently gauging her. He could take her if he so desired. He was so much larger he could do whatever he wanted with ease, but he held back, his other hand moving to cup her other breast, teasing her nipples until she felt she might burst with want.
Darla’s mouth was watering and her pussy dripping wet, her pupils wide with desire. How he was holding back she had no idea, but she couldn’t control herself any longer. She reached out and grabbed the firm bulge in his pants. His cock was straining against the material, and she could feel the ridges had grown erect from tip to root.
The heat of it radiated through her palm when she squeezed. She was gentle, her eyes locked on his, watching his lips twitch with pleasure. A little smile tugged the corners of her mouth, and she squeezed harder.