He doesn’t even stop. He doesn’t let up, he doesn’t let me recover. He just fucks me harder and harder as I come again, then again. Then again.
I’m utterly spent when he finally releases deep inside me, grunting sweet words into my ear as his massive body trembles. I feel the warmth of his seed spill inside of my body and I close my eyes, way beyond satisfied.
He wraps his protective arms around me and turns me as he lies on the ground, pulling my limp body onto him. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I struggle to keep my eyes open.
I’m glad that he can’t understand me right now. If he did, I’d probably tell him that I love him. That I want to have his babies.
Instead, I tilt my head up with the little energy that I have left and kiss the bottom of his chin. He squeezes me a little tighter and I fall asleep with a smile on my lips.
eleven
“Tin Tom!” I holler as we approach the village.
Tin Tom turns and blinks wildly when he sees me approaching. “Good daytime to you earthling woman,” he says. The robot rolls towards us and Pontuck steps in front of me, drawing his bow so fast that he has an arrow cocked in it before I can even register what’s going on.
“Thearga ureade nilk aserget,” Pontuck barks at the robot.
Tin Tom just blinks.
“What did he say, Tin Tom?” I ask, curious as to what got my man so amped up. He was in a great mood all morning.
“He said that it is great to see, Tom,” the annoying robot answers.
I just roll my eyes. Why do I even bother?
“Holite sui,” Pontuck says, pulling the arrow back even more. The strings are as tight as Pontuck’s strained forearms. Tin Tom is made out of tin, hence his name, but the way that Pontuck has that arrow pulled back, there is no doubt in my mind that it would slice straight through him.
I grin. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Tin Tom was the translating robot on the spaceship that abducted us. I was glad when we initially got separated after landing but now I don’t feel as angry to see him. He’s annoying as hell but it’s nice to speak English with something now that Pontuck’s translator is gone.
“Better give him what he wants,” I say, smiling as I run my hand up the hard flexed muscles of Pontuck’s back.
The robot beeps. He’s the shape of a garbage can with the same interior. A little flap on his side opens and a tray slides out with two black dots resting on it. Pontuck lowers his bow and quickly slides the red feathered arrow back into the quiver on his back as he steps forward.
“How many of those do you have?” I ask Tin Tom.
“Not enough to give this guy doubles,” he says in his choppy voice. He’s clearly annoyed and it makes me laugh to hear an annoyed robot.
Pontuck takes the two translators and the tray slides back into Tin Tom with an angry hiss.
I smile as Pontuck walks over to me, reaching out with his open palm. I take the little black dot from his hand and look up at him with a grin.
“I kinda liked letting our bodies do all of the talking,” I say as I roll the hard black circle around between my index finger and thumb.
He furrows his brow while he watches me talk. “You’re so cute,” I say.
Pontuck looks frustrated not understanding what I’m saying so he quickly places the translator behind his ear. His eyelids flicker and then straighten out. “Hi,” he says in perfect English. “Cookie Monster missed his Rolanda.”
“I missed you too,” I say, stepping on my toes and kissing him on his cheek. “How do I do this?” I ask as I place the translator to the back of my ear. “Does it just-”
Holy crap! My brain vibrates like I dipped my head into a vat of tingling alien saliva. It only lasts a second or two and then it’s back to normal. Except, I can now speak Drandroka.
“Hertopli ert dunsa populie?” I ask, saying the rough harsh words easily. Can you understand what I’m saying?
Pontuck nods, answering in his native tongue. “You are so sexy,” he growls, pulling me into his embrace. He kisses me long and hard, and I’m completely absorbed in the kiss until Tin Tom beeps, interrupting us.
“What?” I ask, jerking my head towards the tin asshole.
“Emperor Rsordan will be mighty unpleased that his earthling love slave has taken on a mate,” Tin Tom says in a disapproving tone. “This is most unfortunate.”
“Hey, asshole,” I say, sliding my hand up Pontuck’s sexy arm. “If your Emperor Rsordan has a problem with it, he can discuss it with my new man, okay?”
Tin Tom just blinks. His boss, Emperor Rsordan, is the one who kidnapped us to become his love slaves. We saw a video of him on the ship and he was a disgusting praying mantis-like creature who lopped off the heads of chained-up, half-naked women before impregnating them with his larvae. It was horrifying.
That’s Tin Tom’s boss.
“I’ll never understand you earthling women,” Tin Tom says. “You can mate with the virtuous and handsome Emperor Rsordan and instead you choose a barbaric Drandroka? It does not compute.”