When his eyes opened once more, Seth spotted Tony lying next to him to his left. To his right lay Billy. Kelly was nowhere in sight.
“Wake up, guys. Come on, wake up.” Seth pushed them. As they came around he placed his fingers over their mouths, stilling them.
“Kelly’s not here. I don’t know where he is,” Seth whispered.
“Where’s ‘here’?” Tony whispered, taking in their situation. They appeared to be in a tent of some kind, with canvas-like walls. Rugs laid on the dirt, creating makeshift floors, and pillows lay everywhere. There stood a small table with a metal pitcher and cup along one side, with a small stove of sorts sitting off to another. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was in some kind of desert people’s dwelling. From the appearance, it was a collapsible woven tent. Quite ingenious really, as it opened where needed and could be closed completely in cold weather.
As they sat up and began to move around, a door flap opened and in walked three of the biggest humanoids Seth had ever seen.
Two of the males were well over seven feet tall. The third, over eight feet. There was no denying that all of them were made of solid muscle, yet at the same time, they moved gracefully.
Each had short, gold-blond fur in different shades stretched over their entire bodies, including their heads. The only furless places Seth could see were on the face and hands.
Even with intimidating two-inch fangs protruding from the top and bottom lips, at both corners, Seth sat, openly gaping at the leader. He was beautiful in a strange, exotic way, and the small human was mesmerized.
“Wow, would you look at that? That guy’s hot,” Seth whispered, practically panting. Coming to his senses, he realized what he had just whispered. Turning red, he looked around, expecting the others to think he was nuts. Instead, he was shocked to see the others nodding their heads. They too, it appeared, shared his opinion.
“It’s their eyes.” Billy drooled.
“Oh yeah.” Tony sat gazing, totally captivated.
Seth had to agree with that. Their eyes had dark brown, starburst shaped pupils with gold irises that seemed to swirl, drawing him in. These men had eyes a person could just fall into, never finding their way out.
The big male looked the humans over, while making a soft humming noise.
Just as Seth was about to say hello, Tony stood up.
“Corporal Anthony Sanchez. UFA Interstellar Corps. Serial number IC158245,” Tony rattled off, then saluted and stood at ease.
The tall man looked him over slowly, then responded.
“I am S’yvvar. You are on the planet T’lyama. Why are you here, human?” he asked in perfect English.
Shocked, the three men rose to their feet, speechless. Tony came to his senses first.
“Our ship was attacked by pirates, sir. It was destroyed along with most of our crew. We crash landed here in an escape pod. Although we haven’t been able to locate them yet, there were two more pods that came down when we did. Have you found them?”
“Yes. We found them. I’m afraid the others are dead, including a fifth from your pod. You four are the only survivors.”
Tony looked away for a moment as he discreetly wiped a tear from his face. The other three men lowered their heads, remaining silent. Facing back around, Tony straightened, saying, “We mean you no harm. We seek sanctuary.”
“I see. The one you call Private Kelly Jones was injured. We have taken care of him. I am told he will be fine and will be returned to you. You are welcome here, as long as you do not cause any problems for us. We are a peaceful people and will not harm you if you behave likewise. Do we understand each other, human?” S’yvvar asked, standing tall and proud.
This male was in total command of his environment and everyone in it. It aroused something in Seth he’d rather not think about presently. Just as the thought drifted through his mind, the large male turned and looked down at him. An emotion Seth couldn’t identify, flicked across the alien’s face and was gone. Chuckling to himself, he realized what he had thought. It was Seth who was the alien here.
Seth tilted his head, giving his ruler better access, and S’yvvar didn’t disappoint. He kissed and nipped his way back down Seth’s neck to his collarbone, where he sucked until bringing up a delicious deep red mark. S’yvvar adored marking his man, wanting everyone to see it on him. Raising Seth up to face him, he stepped in close, rubbing his cock against the beautiful cut cock of his sybath. Seth began to squirm, making soft groaning and whimpering sounds that drove the big male crazy with lust.
“I need you, Seth. Please. You have to submit to me tonight. I can’t handle not being with you constantly. Not having you in my bed every night. Please?” he begged as his voice cracked with the strain of trying to control his big body.
“I’m sorry. I know I work all night at times and I’m not here for you every night, but when I get busy with my research I lose…”Running his hands up and down that big body, Seth pushed his nose into S’yvvar’s stomach, inhaling deeply. God, how he loved the smell of his T’lyama. His man smelled of jungle lushness, motanja juice, and a unique masculine fragrance only found on his mate, making his member as hard as granite. He reached for his beloved’s pants, unbuttoning the front fall on his breeches. Once undone, he pushed, sending the material to the floor. Bending down, he helped S’yvvar step out of the leather pants that caressed his body so lovingly.
Returning the favor, the ruler slid Seth’s tunic off, then untied his mate’s pants. When he was naked, he picked him up as if he were made of a single snow crystal and carried Seth to his bed.
It was huge like the man who used it, and Seth laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, looking around.
“This bed. Couldn’t you have found a bigger one?” He chuckled.
Laying down and sliding up next to his sybath, S’yvvar turned on his side, taking Seth to his chest. He leaned forward and kissed his nipple. When Seth moaned, he knew he was doing something right. He smiled and continued.
S’yvvar tortured Seth’s nipples. He loved biting them, suckling and making them peak. Seth had very small areolas compared to his own and he loved the way they felt in his mouth. Working his way down, he kissed virtually every square inch of his man, not missing a spot. By the time he got to the inside of Seth’s thigh the small one was panting hard and babbling nonsense.
“Please S’yvvar I’m gonna, I’m gonna—oh god, don’t stop.”
Screaming, Seth came, making his body arch backwards. Oh god, had he just come with this man only kissing him? He knew he was in big trouble now, as they hadn’t even got to the good stuff yet. Seth just knew this was going to kill him. He was going to die from too much pleasure. Was that possible? As S’yvvar kept it up, he began to think so.
He worked his way down to Seth’s feet, kissing each toe. He worked on his ankles, up the back of his leg to the inside of his thigh. Gently nipping just under Seth’s balls, the man jerked, exploding as he came again with a scream. “S’yvvarrr! Oh my god. You’re gonna kill me.”
The spasms wouldn’t stop but instead continued until he knew his balls were permanently empty.
S’yvvar was so worked up from watching Seth fall apart in front of him, when the man exploded, so did he. That had never happened to him before. As he came back down from his glorious euphoria, he grabbed hold of his little mate.
The big man took his cock in hand and, raising it to Seth’s little hole, he pushed in as he kissed his man silly.