Her clit was so sensitive she came almost immediately, the buildup and final release leaving her unable to feel her feet and seeing stars.

Holy shit, she gasped, then went for round two.

The second orgasm came quickly and was just as strong as the first, flooding her body with heat spreading from her core, making the world go dark as she bucked with pleasure. Finally, after how long she had no idea, she pulled her cum-slick fingers free, sinking deeper into her bed.

Just a little nap, she told herself, then faded into a shallow slumber.

She roused a few hours later and even made her way to dine with the others, but she soon after took her leave, citing her body’s need to heal as an excuse. Everyone present understood and wished her well.

In reality, while she did need to rest, she also felt an almost compulsive need to rub one out yet again. The orgasm surged through her body, making her limbs quiver.

Oh my God. How is it so good? Did these tattoos make my pussy magic?

Those were the last thoughts on her weary mind as she drifted off to a deep sleep.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Darla woke early following a night of crazy-vivid dreams, more than a few of which featured well-endowed alien lovers doing unspeakably delightful things to her newly inked body. She had been touched and caressed in all manner of delicious ways, but come morning she found herself well rested but alone.

Gradually, the pleasantness of that much needed slumber left her, replaced by the awareness that eventually she was going to have to face a new day on an alien world far, far from home.

“Oh man, this is going to suck,” she grumbled, forcing herself to move from beneath her cover and sit up.

Surprisingly, her skin had healed quite a lot as she slept, and the underlying dull throb that had settled in after Zepharos grabbed her so lustfully was completely gone. Yes, her skin was still somewhat tight where the tattoos were mending, and the alien pigment still felt a bit odd as it shifted subtly under her epidermis, but compared to what her friends went through when they had gotten ink in the past, this seemed like an absolute cake walk.

“Huh. Not so bad,” she mused, giving her limbs a few careful wake-up swings. “Not bad at all.”

She crossed to where her freshly washed clothing had been neatly folded and shed her rather comfortable tunic. She hadn’t been sure about being able to wear her slacks after the tattoo work put in on her legs, but they were loose enough to not chafe her newly inked skin.

They weren’t as flowing as the temporary bottoms she had been provided, but there was a certain bit of comfort to be had from wearing her own clothes. A modicum of familiarity that was soothing in this otherwise alien world.

She sat and laced up her shoes, again glad she’d swapped for her comfy trainers after Tammy’s party, then stood and headed for the opening flap of her tent.

Okay, let’s see what today has to offer.

It was a beautiful morning; the sky was crisp and clear, and the mouthwatering aroma of cooking food was wafting through the air. Darla stretched wide and took a deep breath, her lungs expanding fully, drawing in as much oxygen as she could absorb.

Her body felt even better now that she was outside. Tingling a little more as the sun’s rays fell upon her. She thought about what she had been told of the tattoo ink. About the living pigment now in her skin. How it reacted to the ambient galactic energies flowing through all things, but especially the sun’s power.

It was a strange, viscerally empowering sensation. Her limbs were rested, but they also felt somehow stronger than before. Lighter. And her feet? Any aches from the prior day’s trekking were gone. Whatever the runes were doing to her, the benefits were quickly outweighing her hesitance at being marked for life with strange alien symbols.

Darla followed her nose and headed toward the smell of baking bread and other savory goods. If breakfast was anywhere near as tasty as dinner had been, this would be the perfect cap to an already pleasant morning. The only thing she was sure would be lacking was coffee. That is, unless the Oraku had somehow cultivated their own version of her caffeinated treat.

From an adjacent footpath, the tribal elder joined her on her walk.

“Heading to break your fast?” Rohanna asked.

“Yeah. I’m famished, and whatever they’re making smells divine.”

“I am glad you think so,” she replied. “You look well rested. Did you sleep soundly?”

“Yeah, I did, thank you. The tent was cozy, and the bedding was really comfortable.”

“Good. I assume you had no trouble finding your accommodations, then?”

“Nope, all good there. And much as the wooden structures here are interestingly designed, I really liked the camping feel of the tent. Reminded me of my youth a bit.”

“Ah, you have been given a tour of some of our village. How delightful. I am pleased you are finding yourself welcome here.”

“Yeah. Zepharos was a, uh, very hospitable host.”

The warm grin on Rohanna’s lips faltered slightly. Almost imperceptibly, but Darla had years of practice reading her sister’s unspoken cues.

“Is there a problem?” she asked.

Rohanna hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “Not a problem, exactly. Just a word of advice. Zepharos is a good man. Kind, competent, skilled in many areas.”

“I’m sensing a but coming.”

“But he also has quite a reputation. Not only with the few unbonded females of our village, but also those from other regions, though he has not done so of late after the last incident.”

“Incident?”

“It would be improper to go into details. Suffice it to say, just because a woman is unbonded does not mean she is not otherwise engaged with another male.”

“Ah,” Darla said, letting it go at that.

Story of my freaking life. Always picking the douchebags. I hate it when I prove my sister right. Just once, it’d be nice to be attracted to a good one.

The two women walked the rest of the way to the communal dining area without another word about that particular subject.

Heydar was already there, his plate piled high with a healthy portion of a hearty breakfast scramble of some sort, along with a stack of the local equivalent of pancakes. Darla and Rohanna went to the service area and gathered their own meals, then parted ways.

The village elder went to her place of honor on an elevated platform, though it seemed more of a formality than anything else given the casual nature of the residents’ breakfast. Darla saw that Zepharos was there as well, watching her with a smoky gaze. She gave a polite little nod of greeting, but then walked over to Heydar and took a seat beside him.

“Making new friends, I see,” he said between bites.

“The Oraku are a welcoming bunch.”

“So I have heard,” he replied with just a tinge of sarcasm in his tone.

Darla held back her snippy retort, opting to slow her roll and get some food in her belly before starting the day with an argument with the guy who pretty much saved her life.

She took a bite of the scramble and was pleased to find that the egg-like substance was most likely just that, although from what manner of creature she had no idea. As for the things chopped and added to the mix, there were a few delicious varieties of mushrooms along with some very interesting flavored native greens.

Heydar nudged a small container of a deep red substance toward her. “Olanga paste. It enhances the flavors.”

At this point, Darla took his word for it, spooning out a portion onto her plate without a second thought. She sniffed it. Some sort of salsa, perhaps? She placed a small dollop onto her next bite and scooped it into her mouth.