Blizzard Ch25
I held in a yawn because I knew that would only wake me further, and all I wanted to do was continue to sleep. I was snuggled under all the soft warm furs. However, my eyes fluttered open with a bit of surprise at feeling the hard bulge pressed between my legs.
I swiftly turned, and saw that it is only Ze'ekelse'qwe.
My body relaxed, and his low growl made me smile.
I was too tired to react to him at the moment though, and I let my head drop back down into the thick furs. I vaguely felt his big hand on my breasts, working them like palpable clay.
"Good morning beautiful."
His voice made me smile again. I wanted to say something back, like that I had missed him, but I just felt tired and worn out from training late last night.
I felt his hips grind up against me.
The most I could manage was flipping over to face him, and my eyes began to shut again.
It did not feel like very long before I woke again, reveling in the feel of his burly arms around me, and slowly opened my eyes to meet his.
I held on another yawn, but began rubbing at my eyes sleepily.
"Why is it that you wake up with crusty eyes? What causes that?"
I was caught off guard and I guess I was still tired, because my mind immediately went to the children stories of the sand man.
I could not possibly tell him that.
Therefore, I just ended up shrugging, and my eyelids began to close again. I just liked being so close to him.
However, he was sick of waiting for me to fully wake-and his hands grabbed my ass roughly to pull me into a hot kiss.
I could not help but moan and slip my tongue into his mouth. But as his hand pushed at my knee to part my legs my mind went to sex-and from sex to babies...and then to the sad fact that I still was not pregnant.
"Ze'ekelse'qwe, why am I not pregnant?" I asked helplessly.
He froze.
His whole body tensed.
I knew he did not have an answer for me.
I sighed and decided to change the subject, "Can I have another one of those fruits? They're so freaking delicious, sort of addictive really."
He immediately got up to retrieve one for me. I let out a loud yawn, my eyes squinting, and stretched out my legs and arms. I was thirsty, a bit hungry, and I knew the delicious little pink fruit would cure both of those problems.
He handed it too me and I took an eager bite, holding it in one hand and wiping the juices off my chin with the other. However, my eyes watched Ze'ekelse'qwe.
He seemed to stare off at nothing.
I felt a pang of guilt at asking him why I was not pregnant. It was not his fault. Even though he avoided the conversations of children, I could tell right then that he was concerned about it.
Through out the days, I slowly began to miss Earth.
It was not that I wanted to leave Ze'ekelse'qwe or go to Earth or anything...I just...missed it.
...Vanilla scented trash bags. Creamy milk chocolate. That refreshing "psshh" noise a can of soda made when you opened it. The heavy weight of a loaded shotgun. The moon over an expanse of white ice as the snow collected on rooftops.
I suppose the void from one sorrow seemed to fill the hole left by the other.
I still did not have a baby.
Thoughts of Earth at least distracted me from that a little.
I started to believe maybe it was never going to happen, that I was never going to have a child, and that maybe it was for the better...
The expert was ruthless and diligent however. He searched the prince's room anyway. He ran tests.
Still, nothing helped.
But a new option came into light as I was caught in the hallway facing the king.
His regal stance was unwavering, his nine-foot muscular frame blocking the middle of the hallway. Dark brown dreds with copper bands hung around his shoulders. Decorative copper rings entrapped his neck.
Red-green eyes looked down at me as he extended out a clawed hand, "Princess, I wish to speak to you privately."
His voice sounded so serious, I felt like I had done something wrong. And this was the first time he had spoken to me in months.
"K'lee," his voice softened to the sweet tone I had become used to before, "please accompany me to my room."
Ze'ekelse'qwe should have been back any second, but I stepped forward to take the kings hand and he led me into his bedroom. He picked me up like a child and set me in the middle of his bed.
He stood before me as I curled me knees up to my chest, waiting for some sort of lecture.
What he said made my heart stop.
"When my son first brought you before me, I believe the reason behind me letting you live was the possibility of children...and now, you bear no children."
My lungs slowed. I felt like an inadequate mate.
The king continued to stare me down, "Ze'ekelse'qwe other brother's are much older, with much older children of their own. Ze'ekelse'qwe was the last child my mate had, but not the last I wanted her to have. Now I have no mate, and my hopes were set with Ze'ekelse'qwe, that he would have many children."
I gulped, feeling he had come to some sort of conclusion...and he was the king: could he break the prince and I up if I never had children?
"But I have a solution."
My eyes widened. Either it was going to be very good or very bad.
"I have obtained a pill that will force you to become pregnant. It is not a possibility-it is a guarantee. This pill cuts through all contraceptives, ignores impossibilities of anatomy, forces DNA together, and makes *something* grow...the result may not be what you want and it may not even have life-but it will grow."
I was scared.
What if Ze'ekelse'qwe and I were incompatible after all? Would I be able to face what I had created?
The kings voice softened again, "...I just want you to be sure, K'lee. I don't say this to hurt you: but Ze'ekelse'qwe has proposed to every girl he has ever slept with."
I blinked in surprise, but was not sure why he was telling me this.
"K'lee, I am worried you are a play toy to him. You were just the first female to say yes. He got you killed...and the reason you haven't gotten pregnant is because he has been feeding you Vars fruit, which acts as a contraceptive for your species...and I believe he has done this on purpose."
Tears immediately sprang to my eyes and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor. A knife blade was steadily wedging itself into my chest.
I did not want it to be true.
"...The expert informed me of the fruit after he found it in the prince's room..."
I felt like the bed was spinning.
I felt like I was drowning.
I felt...the king's big hand grasp my chin. He tipped my face up and I stared at him through blurry vision.
"I cannot tell you whether he truly loves you or not. Yautja mates are supposed to be dedicated. Fiercely protective. Possessive even. Has he shown you these qualities? Ze'ekelse'qwe has always been different...but...these qualities at least, he should possess."
I could not breathe.
"I leave you with the decision." He pressed a small teal pill into my palm. "But if you take it, tell no one-the pill would get this entire family on trial and likely killed-as it is dangerous, illegal, and obtained from enemies."
He took steps away from me.
My heart started to pound.
I did not know what to think, or what to do, or how to react. My mind was in a frantic panic. My chest ached.
I stuck the pill in my mouth and swallowed.
There was no turning back now.
I met the king's eyes in panic.
"K'lee..." he seemed shocked.
I could not believe what I had just done.
We both just stared at each other for a long time. I swear it felt like a whole hour passed this way. Tense. Unmoving. I was so unsure what to do next. A million thoughts were racing through my head at once.
Finally, I summoned my strength, slipped off his bed, and made my way through the hallways back to the prince's room.
He was waiting for me inside, "Where were you?"
"I love you." I think it was the first time I had said it to him, when I had the translator in, and he could understand me.
"I love you too."
"Are you sure?" My voice cracked as I asked such a question.
"Of course I am sure. Are you ok? Is something wrong?" He pressed closer to me.
I shook my head. I did not know if I could even believe him, "Why don't you want me to get pregnant?"
"I...do...I do want you to get pregnant." His words faltered.
"Why prevent me from getting pregnant?" I pressed.
It was painful to hold back the pressure behind my eyes. I waited for an answer.
He did not give me any explanation.
"Get out." I said.
Yes, I was trying to throw him out of his own room.
When he did not budge, I went to the dresser where the pallasite rock was and chucked it at the wall. It tumbled, unbroken, onto the floor with a series of clinks.
My chest was heaving, "Get out!"
He watched me.
I went to the other side of the bed and picked up the pearl skull he had proposed to me with. I raised it above my head, ready to shatter the object at my feet.
Ze'ekelse'qwe was faster. He surged at me and snatched it out of my hands, holding it high above my reach.
I shoved at his chest, "I fucking hate you! Get out! I do not even want to look at you! Get out! I said get out of here!" I began to shake and sob.
I slowly dropped to my knees and cried.
He moved away from me to hang the skull up where I could not touch it, and then crouched down beside me.
"Why?" I begged. My chest ached for any sort of excuse.
"...My first priority is you, K'lee...and I worried that you would not fare well at the death of a child if they did not survive their chiva-and if they did, then their first hunt, and the hunts to come. You would always worry...and if it died..."
When I was silent, he continued, "As yautja, we aim to breed the healthiest and strongest pups, and those with flaws and weaknesses adopt children if they can...Your species is considered weaker, and in some areas, claiming one as a mate is debatable and could be considered a form of bestiality...Any children we have would not be looked upon as equals in society."
Still, he had yet another reason, "I did a little research on alien pairings. I couldn't find a lot on ooman and yautja hybrids, but what I did learn is that many are born healthy-but unable to reproduce. We could birth a child that would grow old, and never be able to have children of its own."
They were good reasons-but not good enough.
My throat was painfully tight, but I managed to ask, "Why didn't you ask me? Why did you do it behind my back? Why would you make me feel like there was something wrong with me, some reason I couldn't get pregnant?"
"...I didn't mean to make you feel like that, K'lee, I am sorry."
"Then why did you do it?"
"I guess I didn't want you to feel the burden of the choice, to have to choose not to have a child. I always wanted kids, and I had to make the choice not to have them, and that was not easy-but I believe it was for the better."
A lump formed in my throat.
He still did not want children.
I had swallowed that pill.
...I did not want him to know about the pill-because the king had said not to tell anyone, as well as the fact that I was afraid he would make me throw it up or something.
But I had to know, "What would you say, if I told you that I was pregnant?"
"...Are you?"
"You have to answer the question first." I whimpered.
"I wouldn't say anything-but I would kiss you."
I let out a choked sob.
"K'lee, are you pregnant? Have you been throwing up the fruit? Did the expert do something?"
I did not know what to say.
He slowly touched my cheek. When I did not pull away, his hand went under my knees and the other around my back to lift me off the ground. He laid me in his bed with his body molded over mine.
"You still believe we shouldn't have children?"
"I feel I should say yes, but my answer is no."
For some reason, I wanted to be mad at him, wanted to be furious...but I was not. I could not be.
My heart felt heavy in my chest.
"Beg Paya...I have to have a girl."
Ze'ekelse'qwe lifted away from me some, so his hand could slide over my stomach. Then his red eyes flickered to mine with shock, worry, and happiness all at the same time.
The prince went hunting again. He told me it was to the purpose of prayer. He was excited.
The king, finally, was sweet to me again and checked on me often.
The guard was proud of me, but still kicked my ass in training.
The expert was still strict.
The prince came back with a very coarse dark blue fur and quickly left to hunt again.
My knees went weak as the expert showed me the nursery after Ze'ekelse'qwe left.
Statues of monsters made up the walls and even the ceiling. Life-sized, I would imagine, as most were bigger than I was. Menacing alien creatures held up shelves. Angry animals on for legs held cribs on their backs.
The expert proudly pointed out the alien they called, "hardmeats".
It looked like a machine more than it did an actual animal. About as tall as the yautja, and vaguely humanoid-standing on two feet. Its tail was about the length of its body, thick and heavily armored with a sharp dagger end. Its head was large and swooped back. I could not find its eyes-but I could obviously see its teeth and claws. I did not even like to look at a statue of it, feeling like it could come alive any second.
"...Why..." I was speechless.
"I told you, you could renovate it." The experts said with some amusement.
My mind focused on the huge alien for a minute, as this was the thing my child might be forced to face...and a sinking feeling overtook me. I was regretting swallowing that pill.
Nevertheless, that Grimm future was only if it was a boy.
I begged for a girl.
I had to have a girl.
The expert informed me that he could determine the sex of the child now. It made me dizzy to think about it and I told him I would rather wait for the prince to return. I did not want to face the news alone.
I felt it was going to be a boy.
The nursery was left as it was, as the expert pointed out the fact that the more used to seeing the beasts a child was, the less one would be afraid of them.
The expert did his test, but as I requested, didn't tell me the results until Ze'ekelse'qwe returned. I stood at the bed as the prince approached, carrying a light brown and green fur with a sort of geometric patterning to it. He threw the pelt on the bed and looked me over, concern apparent on his features.
I was sure my face looked grave; I was so nervous, I could not even force myself to smile up at him.
I grabbed his hands and entwined our fingers.
Before he had a chance to speak, the expert came through the door. The prince immediately growled in warning and took a threatening step forward.
"He knows the sex of the child." It was a barely audible whisper that escaped my lips, but the prince paused.
We both waited.
The expert seemed hesitant.
"It will be male."
My worst fears were confirmed.
However, the prince turned to me, wrapping his warm arms around my waist tightly, his mandibles rubbing on my neck softly.
"I am so sorry K'lee...but this is the best news I could ever expect to hear." Ze'ekelse'qwe said softly.
Before I had time to think, he picked me up and tossed me backwards onto the bed.
His hands groped at me through my clothes for a second, before charging at the expert, "Get out of my house!"
The expert promptly left the room and the prince climbed in the bed over me. I wanted to cry, and I wanted to celebrate at the same time. I let my palms slide over his reptilian skin-his hips, his arms, his shoulders, down his chest, just loving the feel of him.
He lowered his body into mine and his mouth pressed against my lips. His skin was so hot. Slowly, his mandibles spread over my mouth so I could suck at him and his tongue could enter me. My hands reached through his soft dreds to hold his neck and the back of his head as my back arched off the bed.
His long probing tongue swirled in my mouth. My legs parted wider to allow him to sink completely between my legs, his cock beginning to rise between us, and press at my center.
I was hasty to get his clothes off and my fingers reached to untie the fur covering, trying not to break our kiss in the process. I was getting better at untying it and it was quickly tossed off the bed. Then I had the task of wiggling out of my own clothes as his muscular body was still pressed upon me.
He didn't intend to help me undress, seeming to like me struggling under him, moving my hips and then trying to shove my pants down. My heart was racing and I was already out of breath, so desperate to have him.
When I was finally undressed though, he pulled away from me. I could still taste the slight spice of him on my tongue, and I stared into his red eyes wanting more.
"I have to ask you a very serious question, princess."
My heart skipped a beat uncomfortably. I waited for the question, knowing it was not going to be anything good.
"I need to know if you are brave enough...strong enough..."
My throat was tightening.
"...and kinky enough..."
My brows furled inwards and I tilted my head at him, puzzled.
"...to try a strange sex kit that we were gifted with from the wedding, from one of my brothers."
My mouth hung open for a moment and then I babbled, "What are you talking about? What sex kit? Let me see it!" A nervous but excited smile was creeping to my lips.
Ze'ekelse'qwe lifted off me to reach under the bed, and handed me a suitcase-type of box as I sat up.
I was expecting freaky dildos and butt plugs, or whips and chains, leather or spandex...but they were just small little bottles. I was confused.
"What are they? I thought drugs weren't allowed, so...?"
He picked up one of the little innocent-looking bottles. I got a glance at the name on it but that was no clue to what it was for me.
"They are not drugs, exactly. Let me show you this one first." He headed to the bathroom with it, taking the whole case along with him as well.
I slipped off the bed and followed him curiously.
He opened the cap and dumped the baby-blue powder into the large in-ground bathtub in the middle of the room. Then he turned on the water-which was quickly absorbed into the power, transforming it into thick foam.
...blue...sex...foam...?
I was still puzzled.
"Don't swallow any of you'll be shitting funny for days." That was his only direction before he lifted me up and lowered me into the tub.
The light blue foam rose up to my knees-and it was heavenly soft like shaving cream. And it smelled good too. And it made me *tingle*. I stared down at the odd substance with utter shock.
My toes and calves felt like they were in heaven, a tingling bliss taking over my very cells, making them buzz with delight. Ze'ekelse'qwe disappeared from all thought and memory for a minute as the strange sensation of the foam took over.
I dropped to my knees, the foam rising over my lower back.
"Ohmygod."
It felt incredible. Like the burst of sugar on your tongue, my skin was tingling with pleasure. I let my hands sink into its whipped delight and then began rubbing the substance all over my body.
I moaned lightly as my nipples went hard and erect, and I kept smearing on the foam-on my neck, arms, and desperately trying to get it spread to my back.
"Oh. My. God."
It was like every inch of me having little mini orgasms. Tingling with them. I smeared the soft foam over my face, whimpering softly with the sensation.
"Oh my god."
I rolled around in the foam, the tingling covering every fucking inch of me, sending my senses into an overload that just made me want to cry out in pleasure and squirm around. I was panting already when I felt Ze'ekelse'qwe's hand holding me behind the head and he kissed me.
Fireworks went off on my lips.
I reveled in the sensation.
When he leaned away, I made the mistake of licking my lips, a tiny bit of the foam touching my tongue.
"Ohmygod!"
I brought my finger to my mouth and did exactly what he had told me not to do-I licked my finger, my heartbeat soaring with the tingling that covered my tongue and gums.
The prince grabbed a fist full of my hair and growled, "Spit it out."
I swallowed it.
"OooOohmyGOD!"
The tingling gob of foam slid down my throat, creating a gushing wave of pleasure vibrating down my throat all the way to my very core.
I wanted the tingling inside me, to fill me up.
I reached for more, ignoring Ze'ekelse'qwe completely-until I felt his fingers brush my opening, between my lips, distracting me.
I shuddered with the consuming feeling and would have collapsed into the foam if it were not for his arm that quickly wrapped around my waist. Still, my head fell back and my eyes fluttered closed.
"Om...god..." I could barely speak.
It felt that fucking good.
Something made me reach for his most sensitive area, and I was glad I did. As my palm wrapped around a strand of his hair and squeezed, he roared, before his grip around me dropped and we both fell on our backs into the foam.
Tingling. Tingling. Tingling.
I peeked over at him to see that his chest was absolutely heaving with quick excited breaths.
A wicked smile spread to my lips.
I had blown him away.
I forced my vibrating muscles to bring me on top of Ze'ekelse'qwe. My legs straddled his torso, and my hand reached to grasp a handful of his dreds.
Another roar ripped through him and hit me like a sonic boom. My ears should have been bleeding.
His hands claimed my hips and his nails dug into my soft flesh to try to position me on top of him.
The thought of sex seemed like an utterly new concept.
This sensational foam, the tingling, and his hard alien cock thrusting inside me-just the thought of it blew my mind.
I needed to experience it.
My hand guided his erect and foam-covered member inside me. His girth did its usual stretching of my walls, and the foam coated my insides with its intoxicating buzz. I let out a strange cry like some sort of wild animal, my heart racing, my chest heaving, and my body consumed by the pleasure.
I fell off him, and back into soft embrace of the foam, my movement limited to only blinking my eyes.
I watched the prince rise up, that slightly olive-tinted skin smothered in magical light blue shaving-cream-like foam. The bastard had told me not to eat it, but I saw his tongue slip out between his mandibles for a second to steal a taste. He butted my legs apart with his wide forehead and climbed between my legs. The thick strands of his hair dangled above my body.
I did not know how he even had the strength, as I felt like a fried computer, but his hands felt up my body-sending frantic tingles all through me. Then, he lifted one of my legs so it rested up on his shoulder and he thrust into me.
His strong arm held the top of my thigh to him as he buried himself in my channel. His other hand went to hold me behind my neck as he began to pound into me with wild, fervent strokes.
The tingling foam at my back was making me numb, so I started to feel like I was lying on a fluffy cloud. But the little bit of foam that covered his surging cock was still incredible, causing wave after wave of tingling pleasure inside me, almost as if his cock was vibrating.
I was moaning, screaming, and thrashing my head around mindlessly. He continued to force himself in and out of my channel.
He slowed into deep, steady, rhythmic thrusts. He let go of my neck to grab my other leg and bring it up to rest on his shoulder as well. My knees crushed into my stomach as he leaned down on me. Nevertheless, his shaft was utterly buried inside me as far as it could possibly go-and I loved it.
His muscles tensed, and he picked up that savage pace again. I could hardly breathe. But the angle of his cock. The strength he had to plunge into me. The depth inside me his shaft reached. The foams sporadic tingles. His ruby-red eyes. His powerful arms propping him up. His abs. The force of his hips as they crashed against me. The swing of his dreads and the tink of the metal bands as they clinked together.
Fuuucking incredible.
...I did not even remember the orgasm really.
Everything just fizzed out as if my heart had stopped. My body lit up, like spider webs of electricity running under my skin, tingling with movement. But then, jello.
I could not think straight.
Everything was just...whoooa.
Whoa.
...Whoa...
...Still, whoa...
The prince had to carry me or of the tub and wash me off. Then, finally, the vibrating tingles ended.
I felt a bit weak and twitchy, but at least the numbing on my back went away.
Ze'ekelse'qwe collapsed beside me on the bathroom floor. Neither of us was capable of making it back into the bed apparently.
"I guess...I shouldn't have used the whole bottle." He said.
All I manage as a reply was a big goofy grin on my face.