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  Her Savage Mate

  by Kallista Dane

  Copyright May 2018 Her Savage Mate by Kallista Dane

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  Table of Contents

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  It was all the fault of those fucking monkeys.

  Okay, maybe they weren’t technically monkeys. After all, we were on an alien world. I assume the people here – if there were people here – had another name for them. They didn’t even look all that much like monkeys, except for those long tails. But they sure could fuck.

  I’m being crude. It really was a beautiful sight. Lithe, sensuous bodies covered with luxurious fur in dreamy shades ranging from peach and violet to the soft blue of a summer sky back home. They used their tails like extra hands to caress a breast or wrap around an erect cock. The cocks were easy to see. The only parts of the male bodies not covered in fur, they stood out in vibrant colors – deep-turquoise for the monkeys with sea-blue fur, violet on the amethyst one.

  They were a politically correct species, that’s for sure. No gender bias. I saw females intertwined with other females, males stroking the cock of a partner with one hand, fingering a pussy with the other.

  That’s what made it so fascinating. They weren’t just fucking one on one. It was a full-blown orgy. Pussy licking, cock sucking. And they seemed obsessed with anal. Everywhere I looked, one of them was either fucking another one in the ass or getting it there. I even saw females using their tails to do the dirty deed.

  I’ve never been into voyeurism, but it had been a long, dry voyage, if you know what I mean. Six months in space, and another six before that in training without any time for dating, or even getting dry-humped in an empty stairwell. I’d been without sex for so long, I’d forgotten how much fun it could be. Until I caught a glimpse of the monkeys.

  I’d been slogging my way through a tropical forest, going steadily uphill from the landing site. I decided that’s how I’d refer to it when I filed my report, although I’m not sure you’d call the place where you crashed on an alien planet a “landing site.” I’d stopped to give my burning thigh muscles a break, and that’s when I heard them. Making the kinds of noises you hear late at night coming from the apartment next door. Moans and sighs and muffled screams.

  I crept through the trees. All I saw at first was a blur of color. Cobalt-blue leaves rustling on an enormous tree that reminded me of the banyans where I come from. It even had the same tentacle-like air roots hanging down, some of them growing low enough to burrow into the ground. Here and there, among the leaves overhead, I caught a flurry of motion. I moved closer as silently as I could and gradually made out the individual figures. Roughly three feet tall, shaped like tiny humans, except for the fur and the tails.

  I gave a sigh of relief. The planet held life forms. When I realized what they were doing, I had to clap my hand over my mouth to muffle my own cry. Holy crap! I didn’t know if these were sentient beings, but they sure knew what they were doing when it came to expressing raw lust.

  For creatures so small in stature, the males had incredibly large penises. Long and thick, with family jewels the actual color of jewels, to match their cocks. I studied them with clinical detachment. Like the old saying goes, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

  As for the females, their breasts had color-coordinated nipples poking out, just like the genitalia on the males. Deep amber on the one with fur that looked like warm honey, terra-cotta on the peach-colored female.

  When they weren’t fucking and sucking, they devoured the bright yellow fruit growing on the tree. Orbs the size of apples, covered with a soft fuzz and dripping with juice. They seemed to enjoy the taste, biting into them with looks of rapture on their faces.

  I hadn’t seen fresh fruit in ages, and I was starving as well as horny. The ground below was littered with more orbs fallen from the tree. They couldn’t be poisonous, or the creatures wouldn’t be eating them so eagerly. I stripped off the jacket of my uniform and turned it into a makeshift sack, stuffing it with as many as I could grab near me. I reached out from behind the low bush where I was hiding, trying to snag an especially tasty-looking one, but I must have moved too fast. Suddenly, one of the males pointed at the bush and growled a warning to the others.

  The whole troop started shrieking. A couple of them pelted me with fruit. I caught one orb and added it to my stash, but that seemed to make them even angrier. It was time to make myself scarce.

  I backed into the forest, keeping a wary eye on the creatures in case they decided to chase me. Though I was twice their size, their sheer numbers would have brought me down easily. Other than lobbing fruit at me, they hadn’t shown signs of violence, but those growls and shrieks sounded fierce.

  Apparently, all they wanted was for me to leave, since the farther away I got, the more they calmed down. I kept on going, until the sight and sounds of the tree faded away. Breathing a sigh of relief, I decided to sample one of the juicy orbs. Wow! No wonder those monkeys had looks of rapture on their faces. Forget sex. It was the most delicious fruit I’d ever tasted. The firm, sweet flesh reminded me of a perfectly ripe nectarine. My crew would love them.

  I polished it off and turned around, ready to call it quits on my reconnaissance mission for the day – and bumped into a solid wall.

  A solid wall of bronze male flesh.

  I’m five feet nine, but I looked up…and kept on looking up. He had to be seven feet tall. Bare chest, packed with muscle. Powerful shoulders, with his arms crossed over that broad chest. He was naked, except for a wide belt and loincloth slung around his hips, like so
me kind of alien Tarzan. Built like a human, except – wait. Was that a tail swishing behind him?

  I studied his face, framed by a mass of wavy dark hair hanging down to his shoulders. Strong, square jaw and chiseled cheekbones. Lips set in a stern line. With his bronze skin tone, he reminded me of a picture I’d seen once of a fierce American Indian riding bareback across the plains. I was a pushover for tall, dark, and handsome. When he smiled, he’d be devilishly attractive. I had high standards, but if his cock was in proportion to the rest of his body, I could overlook the tail.

  Till now, I’d avoided meeting his eyes. When I did, a shiver ran through me. Pupils nearly coal black flashed with little golden lightning bolts of anger.

  I didn’t have to be an empath to come to that conclusion. His voice gave it away. Deep and loud. He’d been shouting at me, but until that moment I’d been too stunned for it to register.

  At first, it was just a garble of rough sounds. Fortunately, the tellex chip implanted behind my left ear kicked in almost immediately.

  “Invaded our sacred space. You have offended the gods, stolen their forbidden fruit. Now, you must be punished.”

  Maybe I was in shock. Maybe it was because I’d been watching everything those monkeys did with their tails, but all I could think was Oooh! What kind of punishment did you have in mind?

  Chapter Two

  “What kind of punishment did I have in mind?” He stared at me in surprise.

  I’ve never known when to keep my mouth shut. I hadn’t just thought it. I’d inadvertently blurted it out and, thanks to the tellex chip, the words emerged in his language. His native tongue was more guttural than English, and the low throaty sounds made my comment sound even more suggestive, with a challenging undertone.

  Polite people describe me as “rather feisty.” After a few drinks, my girlfriends tell me that on first impression I come across as too assertive and slightly foulmouthed. They claim I scare off guys before they get a chance to meet the sweet, tenderhearted female underneath.

  Okay, I may have added the sweet part. But I think I’m capable of it. Being sweet, I mean. I know I’m strong. Underneath these generous curves, I pack a lot of muscle along with a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. I just never met a guy interested in me who I could really respect. One stronger than I am so I could relax and let my feminine side show.

  He was still staring at me. I had to say something.

  “So, those monkeys are your gods?” I cringed, even as the words came out my mouth. I sounded like a dumb tourist, the one who makes disparaging remarks about another world’s cultural icons.

  He shook his head angrily. “Of course not. They are guardians of the forbidden fruit, the only creatures allowed to partake of it – except for our ruler and his mate.”

  “Forbidden fruit. Seriously? Growing on a tree in a tropical paradise. What’s the name of your planet? Eden?”

  His brow wrinkled. “My world is called Naxos. I do not know this Eden of which you speak. What I do know is I must take you to the high priest. He alone decides what punishment is merited when someone offends the gods.”

  With that, the gorgeous hunk grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. He’d taken the jacket full of fruit from me, perhaps as evidence of my crime, so all I had on were the gray pants from my work uniform and a plain white bra. I hadn’t been able to go braless comfortably since I was about fourteen. My girls needed support.

  Sweat dripped between my breasts as we slogged along, and I caught Tarzan peeking at my cleavage. I couldn’t resist glancing down at his loincloth. Sure enough, there was a bulge I hadn’t seen before. From the size of it, I could definitely overlook his tail.

  I had time to take a good look at said tail as we hiked along. I was almost disappointed to see it wasn’t actually growing out of him.

  “It’s a fake,” I muttered. “You attached it to the back of that wide leather belts girding your loins. Too bad.” I shook my head. “It could have been fun. You know, getting stroked all over by that soft fur.”

  He stopped dead, staring at me again with an odd expression. I didn’t blame him. I’d never used the phrase “girding loins” before. I’m not sure anyone has since the 1800s. It sounded like something out of one of the stash of bodice-ripping old romance novels I loved to read when I was all alone in my quarters late at night. My secret vice.

  I stared back at him, squinting. His face was a little out of focus, and I felt lightheaded and giddy all of a sudden. And why was I obsessed with sexual thoughts?

  Then it hit me. I’d been drugged. That’s probably why his people weren’t allowed to eat the forbidden fruit. Not only did it cause immediate intoxication, on me it seemed to have a powerful aphrodisiac effect.

  “No wonder those fucking monkeys were all fucking.” I nodded my head sagely then ruined the impersonation of a scholarly astrobiologist by clapping a hand over my mouth and giggling.

  Tarzan took one look at me swaying on my feet and dropped the bundle of fruit in time to catch me as I pitched forward. The next thing I knew, he’d tossed me over one shoulder and was jogging through the jungle as though I weighed no more than the handful of fruit he’d been carrying.

  My head bounced against his back, and I closed my eyes, diving into fantasy. He’d take me back to his treehouse in the jungle, strip off all my clothes, and tease me with that fake tail, rubbing it all over my…

  He came to an abrupt stop and dumped me unceremoniously back onto my feet. My eyes flew open. We stood at the base of a long flight of stairs in front of a massive stone structure rising up out of the jungle like some kind of Mayan ruin. Since he’d said he was taking me to the high priest, I guessed it was a temple.

  I heard chanting coming from a room inside the stone building high above us. A young man who must have been standing watch charged down the stairs. He had the same deep-bronze skin tone as Tarzan. His head was shaved, and he wore sandals and a bright orange robe with one end tossed over his shoulder. He looked like a Buddhist monk in training or a college kid heading for a colorful toga party.

  When he got to us, the toga-clad monk fell to his knees and bowed his head. Cool. Maybe I’d be worshiped on this planet as a golden-haired goddess dropped from the heavens.

  That fantasy evaporated as soon as he opened his mouth. “My lord,” he stammered.

  “Tell the high priest to meet me in his private quarters. Do not speak of what you have seen.”

  The young man’s eyes immediately darted to me, coming to rest on my chest. I glanced down, following his gaze. I could see the dark outline of my nipples clearly through the thin sweat-soaked fabric of my bra – and, apparently, so could he. Maybe he didn’t regard me as a goddess, but by the look on his face, I’d be a contender in an interstellar wet T-shirt contest on this planet.

  “Yes, my lord.” The young man got to his feet, bowed, and dashed back up the stairs. It seemed my Tarzan was a person of importance around here.

  Tarzan studied my face and must have decided I could make it the rest of the way under my own power because he wrapped one huge hand around my upper arm and ushered me to the side of the building into a dark passageway cut into the stones. Lit by glowing crystals embedded here and there in the walls, it led deep into the heart of the pyramid-shaped structure. The chanting was muted here, a deep rhythmic humming that seemed to emanate from the very walls around me.

  The passage ended abruptly in front of a pair of enormous bronze doors, easily twice my height. They were covered with lines and squiggles, along with reliefs of tall, lithe males and females. Row after row of them in a procession heading upward, males on one door and females on the other. The males carried long thick staffs, and each of the females bore a bowl brimming with orbs that looked like the fruit I’d eaten. The females had on floor-length gowns, and the males were all dressed like my captor, down to the flowing tails attached to wide belts.

  The uppermost row bowed in front of a huge tree that extended across both doors, a tree with
a pair of fucking monkeys perched in the branches. I turned to my escort-slash-captor. “I thought you said the monkeys weren’t gods. Why are your people bowing before them and bringing them offerings?”

  “The shimba are not our gods. Their species was here when my people came to Naxos. They built the first temple on this site and taught us much about survival on this world when we arrived here. The inscription on these doors is in their language, not ours. They are a gentle race, valuing love over all else. We honor all that we learned from them on the feast of the Rana.”

  He went on, like a professor repeating his lecture for a particularly slow pupil. “My people are not worshiping the shimba. Look again.”

  Slightly insulted at his superior tone, I turned back to the tree. On closer inspection, the couple going at it in the branches was obviously the same species as the alien in front of me, except the female was wearing a tail too. The male had the end of it wrapped around his hand, tugging on it as he fucked her. Only hers wasn’t held on by a belt. It seemed to be coming directly out of…I gasped. These aliens were pervs. There was no way that tail could stay on unless it was attached to a butt plug in her ass.

  I’m no prude, but I could feel myself blushing. I shot a glance at my companion and caught the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his of his mouth as he looked down at me.

  I could tell I was still suffering from the intoxicating effects of the fruit because in my mind the forbidding look in his eyes morphed into one of dark domination. I wondered how it would feel to have his big cock pumping in and out of me while he held me in place by my tail. Then I pictured him bending me over a tree branch to slide the plug into place first. Those big hands holding me down, spreading me apart. Sliding it in my ass inch by inch, giving little tugs on the tail every now and then… My pussy clenched, then flooded. These aliens were into some kinky foreplay.