Amatista by Red Garnier

"I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered, noting the shallow but still bleeding gashes across his chest and trying not to cringe.

His gray, thick-lashed eyes shimmered as he stared down at her. He had the eyes of a wolf—silver, wary, intelligent.

Liana could see anger there, frustration, piercing her soul like lances. She could only imagine what he must feel being imprisoned here. The cell reeked of sweat and blood, the stench of death hanging over air so dense it clogged her throat.

For a moment she wished there was no war here, and that this magnificent savage would be allowed to roam freely in this world—which was by nature his. But that wasn't to be, for the humans were here. Determined to conquer. And Liana would not be returned to Earth until they did.

"Have those wounds been cleaned yet?" she quietly asked, though she didn't expect an answer. Taking a few steps forward, she pressed a finger to the edge of a cut, testing the skin around it.

He bucked, chains clanking.

Liana jolted in shock, stepping back to watch his chest rise and fall heavily. His eyes widened at first, then clouded with storms.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said in a shaky breath, scanning his face and then his body, confused by his reaction.

She spotted the motive easily. That organ, which had been flaccid before, stood erect and swollen now. Corded veins pulsed along the distended length leading up to a broad, ruddy head which was so swollen it almost looked purple.

She heard him groan a protest but could do nothing to stop herself from staring. As long as she lived, she would never forget the sight of that cock.

She'd seen naked Fohers before. But none had ever responded to her with such…vigor.

"Oh wow." Her heart drummed so fast in her chest she thought it would burst out of her breast. She may still be a virgin, but an idiot she was not.

She knew. Without a doubt in her mind. He was fully, unquestionably ready to fuck.

Flutters danced inside her stomach. When her eyes rose to his, she caught him watching her under spiked, dark lashes, his chest heaving even faster than before.

"I won't hurt you," she said softly. His captivity brazened her, prodding her to reach out.

It had been years since she'd let herself want anything. Now it seemed as if every fiber inside her screamed with wanting to touch this big, powerful Foher. And his big, powerful cock.

She tentatively touched one finger to the engorged, plum-shaped head. A sound choked in his throat and his stomach quivered. She snatched her hand back, staring up at him in confusion.

She'd never seen eyes so powerful. For that moment it was as if nothing mattered but his eyes. She could almost feel them stripping her clothes off as they slowly ran along her body, down her throat, her breasts, lingering for a moment on her hips. His energy sizzled around her, proving an irresistible pull.

"I…I will touch only once more," she whispered, her cheeks flaring up in embarrassment over her own eagerness.

Her fingers curled around him. He made a sound, a part-growl, part-purr that resembled a lion's subtle warning. His whole body vibrated with it, triggering a bolt down her spine as her hand fisted convulsively around him.

It felt…powerful. To hold it. Stroke it.

Her hand stroked slowly. Up and down. The shaft was smooth and warm and as hard as the rest of him. Beads of cream gathered at the tip like dew over a quivering leaf.

Liana's nipples beaded under her shirt, the little tips as hard as diamonds and more sensitive than ever as they brushed painfully against the loose fabric.

Her knees trembled. All of her limbs did. She could feel how wet she'd become, and the burn in her sex seemed almost unbearable.

She dropped to her knees, completely losing the ability to stand. Her eyes remained glued to him, drawn by the rich, scented liquid with such luster. Liana brushed her thumb over the tiny dampened slit and brought forth more. He bucked violently, releasing another pained, muffled moan.

Her eyelashes lifted and when she met his tortured gaze, she shuddered with primal female awareness. The dark silver in his eyes made her keenly aware of every one of her womanly parts. Every single one trembling for him.

"You are very beautiful, Foher," she said almost reverently.

She'd never said this to a man, Foher or human, but it was the only word that came to mind as she held him in her hand. "Your…cock is beautiful." She stroked it down again. The heated, rigid flesh glided smoothly in her palm. It was incredibly warm, incredibly full.

He'd shut his eyes. Thick tendons on his neck strained against his flesh and his outstretched arms quivered with tension. His hands flexed above the manacles, fingers curling into his palms so hard they began to shake.

To her delight, his lean, narrow hips began to move.

"Ah, yes. You want this, don't you?" she cooed, clutching him a little tighter now. "And what a fine thing you are."

He turned wild all of a sudden, ramming his hips toward her with such force that his thickened cock slipped out of her hand, stabbing her cheek.

Liana was so shocked she might have turned and fled. Instead, she grew bolder, grabbing the base of that long organ and with only a second's thought, taking it into her mouth. The rigid length slid over her tongue until she could take no more of it, and then she suctioned.

He made a sound. The sound of a man in torment. Her own body vibrated with yearning as she drank up the new salty taste in her mouth. She had never tasted a man, had never even desired to, yet she was sure the taste of this Foher would linger on her tongue forever.

His flesh crammed her mouth and while her tongue explored the folds, she could feel every pulse in his shaft.

She burned. Throbbed like something raw and weakened. And ached to take it inside her.

His hips began to move, pumping his huge, delicious cock into her mouth. Her own hips rocked with eagerness, mimicking his motions by instinct. Her sex tightened, convulsing around that vacant channel that throbbed to be filled.

The deep, sultry sounds they both made ricocheted against the crumpling walls of the little room and hit her with an even fiercer need.

Images of tearing her clothes off and mounting him, of taking that part of his body and putting it inside the hottest part of hers…they danced across her mind, inviting, encouraging. But shame came stronger. Quicker.

She'd been in captivity too many years. Remaining a virgin for so long had probably not been healthy. She was out of sorts and plain gone crazy.

She tore away from him so fast she fell on her hands and buttocks, her breathing now as labored as his. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," she rushed, color crawling up her throat.

He thrashed against the chains so violently she could only gape for a moment. The iron manacles dug into his wrists, a trail of fresh blood dripping down the inside of one muscled arm.

"You're hurting yourself," she cried. "Stop it, stop!"

When he did, it was only to stare down at her with eyes so hot she could've burst into flames under that stare. She wrapped her arms around herself, lowering her lashes to escape his gaze. She rose, her legs unsteady. "I shouldn't be here."

Her eyes lingered on the ground while she got herself together. "Tomorrow they will bring me to you," she said after several deep, calming breaths. "Please save yourself and do as they tell you."