He squeezed her legs firmly and applied long strokes, pulling downward toward her feet. She felt tingles in her toes as the tension in her legs gave up any resistance to the alien’s skilled touch. Heydar trailed down to her shins, rubbing the muscles along either side before reaching her feet. Her arches, normally a bit ticklish, were greedy for his touch, relaxing as he rubbed all the way to her toes.

He moved back upward again, his hands once more cupping her legs as they did. Slowly he pressed up her shins, sliding past her knees, forcing blood flow upward in the process. Darla felt lightheaded, her pussy pulsing with need. She was so wet, just waiting for him to part her folds and let it flow out.

Heydar’s hands continued up her thighs, moving slowly, driving her crazy with anticipation. His fingertips slid along the crease in her groin, trailing up her labia with electric heat, when a finger brushed against her engorged clit.

Darla bucked on the table; she simply couldn’t help herself. She was so worked up and the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that she almost came from just that brief contact. She was aching with desire, almost begging for him to penetrate her. To take her and do whatever he wanted. The towel had fallen aside, and Darla could see the bulge that had formed in his trousers.

Heydar’s muscles flexed deliciously as he calmly moved his powerful hands outward over her pubis, rubbing gently through the line of manicured hair before resting on her hips. Abruptly he hoisted her into the air.

Up and over she went as he flipped her around once more, laying her down on the table, ass-up. She felt her juices dripping along her thighs and squirmed, pressing her legs together for a moment, savoring the sensation and anticipating something much, much better.

Heydar slid his fingertips along her back as he walked to the front of the table, his crotch now right in front of her face. She could see the ridges of his semi-erect cock through the fabric barely containing it and felt her pulse quicken. He crouched down and locked his gold-rimmed eyes with hers.

“Open your mouth.”

Obediently, she did as she was told, her mouth watering involuntarily.

“Bite down on this,” he said, slipping a leather strap into her mouth and fastening it behind her head. He then stood and moved around the table out of view. Her pussy throbbed, waiting for his length to slide into her with almost painful anticipation.

Wow, who knew he was so kinky, she thought. I can’t believe this. Am I really about to—

“Ouch!” she blurted as a sharp needle jabbed into the skin between her shoulders. A moment later the pain faded, replaced by a strange sensation. It felt like something was slowly moving, spreading a pleasant warmth through her skin. Then she was jabbed again, the process repeating.

She was being penetrated all right, but not in the way she had been hoping for.

“Your body accepts the pigment well,” Heydar said from behind her. “The process will go much faster for it, and you will heal quickly.”

He then set back to work, applying the strange, living pigment to her body.

Darla lay there, aroused even as the pain of his needles stung her, ass in the air, fully exposed. It was an incredibly odd situation, but after being abducted and dragged halfway across the galaxy, she supposed that was par for the course.

She spent the next several hours in that in-between state, turned on by his touch and intoxicating heat, then pulled back by his sharp needles. It was the most intensely strange edging she’d ever experienced.

Finally, Darla let go and heeded his words, relaxing into it as best she could as the curious alien hunk worked his magical hands in a much different way than she’d expected.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Heydar had worked on Darla for hours, the level of skill he possessed becoming more apparent as the designs took shape. The lines and runes were variants of the basic ones every person in the Dotharian Conglomerate received in their early years, only with Darla’s rapid healing reaction to the pigment’s power, he had been able to do a bit more than normal in one sitting.

On top of that, the Oraku had provided him with an absolute wealth of pigments to work with. Unlike the Raxxians who had only given him black ink of the lowest power, here there were over a dozen varieties at his disposal.

Normally, only lesser types were used on the young, but given Darla’s age, he decided to see how she reacted to the more powerful pigments. Heydar quickly learned that the strange human female took to the most potent of them the best.

It was an almost white shade, taken from a rare plant that had a propensity for drawing extreme power from a system’s sun. Most could only handle a few tiny accent lines of it, but Darla, it seemed, was able to accept a few runes in their entirety. Heydar had never seen anything like it.

Just as unsettling was the way his own pigment began to churn under his skin, reacting to her new markings as the ink took hold. He had never felt anything like it in all the times he had marked another person. There was something unusual about this woman. What that was, he was uncertain, but somehow, she made his tattoos feel alive.

He cocked his head slightly, pondering the strange little human lying before him, then pushed his curiosity aside and set back to work.

The different inks had obeyed his hand, flowing in long, graceful lines following the contours of her body, shifting in her skin according to the strength of their bonding in the process. Again, it was highly unusual, but the entire spectrum of pigments he used all reacted favorably, settling in and beginning to heal almost as soon as his needles left her skin.

The vast majority of the design was done in darker-hued pigments, as was the norm, and when he finally finished, wiping the little excess that had remained on the surface, Darla had been marked from her collarbones to her feet.

The lowest runes would give her additional endurance for long treks once the pigment had set permanently. Until then, however, it would likely be a bit uncomfortable as, more than other parts of her body, she used her feet constantly, even if only to walk across a room.

“Rest,” he said quietly when his task was complete, gently covering her with a light sheet as she drifted off to an exhausted sleep. He then gathered his tools, cleaned his workspace, and left her to rest and recover.

Darla didn’t know how long she’d slept, but the sun had settled low in the orange-tinged sky when she emerged from the yurt, moving slowly, her whole body a tapestry of new sensations. Some of them were good, some not so good, but all were different from any she had ever experienced.

Interestingly, her arousal, while tamped down by the repeated pricking by sharp needles, had nevertheless remained in place. It had dulled to a slow idle, but the ache in her groin was still there, craving release.

She walked toward the central dining area and took a seat on one of the benches. The smell of smoke and cooking food wafted to her nose, the aroma stronger than she remembered being able to detect.

Heydar had said parts of her would be enhanced, and they never knew for sure how the pigments would react, especially in an alien race like the human woman. Perhaps this was part of it. Perhaps she was a super smeller now. Thinking back to some of the nasty dive bars she’d run around in with her gal pals, Darla wondered if that might be such a good thing after all.

Tikanna and a far older woman were directing a group of young men in the preparations, their positions as elder females clearly affording them a fair amount of influence in the village. It really did seem the shortage of women here had fostered a matriarchal society where every woman’s value was paramount.