by Wells, Juno
Grace
After making their way through throngs of guests, Bradon had taken her back to his temporary quarters for another round of sex. The man had been extra-possessive since she arrived. Granted, they’d professed their love for each other in no uncertain terms, but it felt like something else was at play here.
Her back hit the door the moment he slammed it shut, and he was on her in an instant. It was almost too much, but after one strong hand pulled at the side of her gown, and the thin Davarian silk gave way, something kicked in her gut and she was immediately wet for him.
Between his kisses and him mouthing her neck, Grace became aware that the man she’d fallen for was forcibly removing her gown. Having a five thousand-year-old Davarian smashing her back into the door, ripping her clothing off, really should have frightened her more than it did. In place of fear, she felt excitement, anticipation, and an almost unbearable swell of arousal. Asking herself why he was being extra insistent became less important in her mind.
At some point, she realized they were both naked, and Bradon’s fully erect manhood was probing between her legs. It felt thick and hot. He was lost in the lust of the moment, and so was she. She whispered words of encouragement and spread her legs wider to accommodate him more easily. Without missing a beat, he slicked himself across her slit, covering himself in her arousal. When the bulky tip of his cock collided recklessly with her clit, she moaned. He set a steady beat against her most sensitive spot. “Mine, you’re mine. No one else’s. Say it.”
What the actual fuck would possess him to say something like that got lost in his demand. Shifting his hips, he dug his cock forward and up, slicking the entire length of his rod across her throbbing clit. She shouted his name, shocked at the intensity of the pleasure his bump-covered cock provoked. He positioned his needy cock against her slick opening. Instead of plowing into her, he demanded, “Say you’re mine.”
She whispered, “Please my love. This is no time to tease. The anticipation is too much to bear.”
“Say it,” he growled.”
“I’ve been yours since the first time I set eyes on you. I’m all yours, baby.”
His heated expression was almost her undoing. He speared her in a heartbeat. It felt almost like punishment, but her body was also washed in pleasure. Their bodies were a tight fit, even though she was fully aroused.
“You’re mine. Don’t look at other males. I’m all you need.”
His voice was ragged from exertion. Unsure where the possessiveness was coming from, Grace’s lust-clouded mind assumed it was because he wanted her more than he was allowed and was afraid of her falling for someone she could have full time when he wasn’t around. To her mind that meant he was feeling the same intense attachment she was feeling. It bonded them.
He glanced up at her, and the possessive expression on his face stole her heart. He pounded into her as if daring her to object. Little did he know, objecting was the furthest thing from her mind. Grace couldn’t help the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips. He felt so exquisite moving inside her. He was large, his manhood was a little bumpy, and his skin was thick. Honestly, she couldn’t have designed a better rod, if she devoted her whole life to the pursuit. He was something special.
She whispered, “Faster…harder. I need more of you.”
“If I move any rougher, I’ll tear your precious body apart.”
Biting his ear, she whispered, “I see you’ve really given it some thought, how hard you can pound me without doing permanent damage.”
He growled back, “I’d never damage you. You are my world.”
Bradon
Bradon didn’t dare look the pretty human in the face for fear of totally losing control. He plundered her body until she began convulsing around his rod. She was going to climax, and he would be damned if he let the pretty thing pull him over the edge too. No Davarian male would consider giving a woman only one orgasm to be doing his duty as a man. He shoved back the need to come and concentrated on pleasuring the female.
The human loved his lovemaking. He knew she did, because she literally never shut up the whole time he pleasured her. Her words were like a beautiful love song to his ears. He loved pleasuring her with only his manhood. Hearing her sound her pleasure with each stroke, spoke to him as a male, like nothing else ever had.
He lifted her from the door, and his long legs ate the space between the door and the bed. He laid her on her back and came down on top of her with his cock still buried in her seeping core.
Seeing Onyx catch her eyes several times throughout the night had provoked his ire. Onyx was one of the most attractive males in his service. Not that Bradon had an eye for males in particular, but women flocked to the young priest. The man was in his prime, much like Grace and much better suited to offer her a lifetime of happiness. Something about that gnawed at Bradon’s gut.
If he were a good being, he would have encouraged her to explore a relationship with Onyx. Instead he’d left the festival early when he discovered them talking together and fucked her into his door. With any luck, she’d have an impression of his face imprinted into her backside. If so, the ridiculous carvings on the door would come in handy for once. Bradon was being a complete bastard, and he knew it.
Her fascination with that male provoked his fury, so he began moving in her again the moment she caught her breath. Intent on pounding out every thought of another male, he twisted his hips, causing the bump at the base of his cock to hit the tiny bud that gave her so much pleasure.
He’d be smarter, funnier, and more attentive than another male and give her more sexual pleasure. That would bond her to him. Her nails scraped down his back, making him empty inside her. It wasn’t enough, and she hadn’t come again, so he didn’t stop.
His finger toyed with the small rosette she’d forbidden him from touching. Also, fuck all the staying apart between festivals. He’d take her to him and dare anyone on his world to complain. Regents were people, and the sooner everyone realized that the better.
When she convulsed around his cock again, his chest swelled. This female was born to ride his cock, stay at his side and help unite their peoples. Still not truly sated, Bradon wanted to go for more but he felt if he didn’t stop, she was going to pass out.
Grace was in awe of his lovemaking. He could tell by the way she stared up at him, her eyelids half closed. His sweet love was limp beneath him, drowsy and sated.
He asked quietly, “Are you well, my love?”
Nodding, she perked up. “I can’t believe how intense that was. You are good at what you’re good at, baby.”
“You like my cock.”
Nodding more enthusiastically, she responded quickly, “I love your rod.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
She giggled, making that noise that made his cock jump to attention. He didn’t know how he felt about never being able to get enough of her, but tried to pay attention, since she was talking to him.
“On my home world, women make these artificial rods…”
Bradon moved off the female in favor of hearing her story of artificial rods. That was interesting. It was the kind of information one did not read about in data streams. She seemed to have become alert again and was speaking with enthusiasm.
“…to pleasure ourselves with. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. We make them of different synthetic materials. Some are smooth, some have ridges and bumps that increase the woman’s pleasure when it slides through her channel. Your rod is incredible. I couldn’t have designed a better one myself. In fact, I think that all the synthetic rods should be modeled after yours. Just think, you could make millions of women satisfied instead of just one.” Winking at him, she asked, “What do you think? Are you ready to go into the artificial rod business?”
Bradon liked listening to the woman he was obsessed with worship his rod. He couldn’t believe she said such things about his male body. She seemed excited and pleased. He sensed no decept
ion about her. Could she really enjoy something so monstrous?
“My skin is very thick. Most women don’t prefer it.”
“Well, I freaking love it. When this visit is over, I’ll be dreaming about it for three lunars until I can see it again. I love the way it feels against my skin. God, just thinking about it is making me want you again. It’s a good thing I fell in love with you before we had sex. If not, I would be really confused about whether I love you, or your rod. That would have been weird.”
Choking back his emotions, he moved a strand of blue hair out of her face. “Do you have any idea, what hearing you say such things does to my soul?”
Grace startled. “Sorry, my mouth gets me into trouble sometimes. Is it rude to talk about rods on your world?”
“No, we are very open about such things. When you say nice things about what I consider my weakness, it heals a hole that has been open in my soul for a long millennium. Somehow, when I’m with you, I don’t feel so monstrous.”
“If you are monster, we need to redefine what monsters are. In my eyes, you are a drop-dead gorgeous guy that I would literally love to spend the rest of my life on top of.”
“On top of? As in dominating? If so, I don’t know…”
Grace pushed him back, straddled him and began sitting on his always-hard cock. She watched his reaction. When he was fully seated inside her, she held both hands out to her sides. “This is what human women mean by on top. It’s not considered dominant, necessarily. It is considered an erotic pose for pleasuring our males. Do you approve?”
Bradon’s laughter bubbled forth before he could stop it. “This is considered an erotic pose for pleasuring males on most worlds, Grace. It just didn’t occur to me that this is what you meant, because this is a common position pleasure workers use on their clients.”
Tossing him a lopsided smile, she moved back slightly, lifting one leg away from the sleeping platform. “Well in that case, I will be moving along.”
“Don’t you dare move. You are mine and will do as I say.” The dominance in his voice seemed to startle and arouse her. He could tell because her channel became wetter and clutched involuntarily around his cock.
Bradon reached up and grabbed the headboard with both hands. He flexed his hips upwards a couple of times, forcing Grace to put her hands on his well-muscled chest to brace herself.
He whispered, “Pleasure me, human. Pleasure me now.”
Grace began to move on him. Whether her acquiescence was by choice, or obedience to his dominant voice he didn’t know. Three strokes in, and he didn’t care. All he knew was that his big cock must be all the right places because her voice sounded her pleasure.
The look of unbridled lust on her face was his undoing. With one hand, he stroked her tender bud as she rode him. Bradon felt the strange possessive feelings rise again as he toyed with her secret spot. “That’s right, my love. Pleasure yourself on my cock. You can’t know how watching you give such tremendous pleasure to us both affects me. It makes me want to turn you around and take you like a beast.”
“All things in due course, my liege. For now, you will keep your hands where they are, and take only what I give.”
Her attempt at being dominant was kind of cute, but tonight was not the night for her to suddenly show it. Rolling up onto his knees, taking the little Earthling with him, he held her tight to his chest. Bradon kneeled on the bed and pounded himself into her. Grace seemed to love such power displays. It made him wonder if she had just pretended to be dominant, to get him to turn the tables on her. He realized she was absolutely losing it. Her long nails raked across his back and shoulders leaving trails of raw skin. The pain somehow warped around the pleasure, coming out as something intense.
After a devastating orgasm wracked her frail body, Bradon eased her down onto the sleeping platform. Sleeping with her in his arms felt better than anything he’d ever known. She was his primary source of happiness. Drowsing, he thought of their three days ending, and it tore at his soul.
After a brief time, his priest came to draw them a bath. Bradon remembered the knowing looks that passed between Onyx and Grace earlier in the evening. When Onyx came into his chamber to assist with their preparation for the evening of entertainment his people had planned for them, Grace didn’t notice. She didn’t glance at Onyx and kept all her attention directed at him. It made Bradon wonder if he imagined something between the two of them when there was clearly nothing going on.
Grace seemed to fit into her role as his companion easily. For the remainder of the three-day visit she remained at his side for all the official functions. She was graceful and bold, and it occurred to him to think she would make a strong and capable Davarian Queen. A secret dream bloomed in his heart. A dream that was destined to never take form, but it was a dream that he loved to imagine. The three days flew by, and before he knew it, they were saying their goodbyes.
16 Betrayal
Bradon
Grace had spent the last three months helping her people tear apart all their fighters and upgrading them with Davarian shields. All the fighters assisted their mechanics. It was a way of forcing them to learn the mechanics of the fighter they flew.
He’d made a concession and agreed to them messaging with each other. Their conversations were sometimes sweet and sexy. Other times they argued about politics. She’d kept him informed about what was going on in her life, and he was pleased to hear the humans were upgrading their ships with the technology he’d shared. Though he would never share weapons technology, sharing defensive tech was more directly related to keeping them safe. With the Traj still mucking about, safety was a primary concern for all species.
His favorite times were when the conversation dissolved into something close to pornographic. Bradon was surprised to find he had a talent for turning his lover on that way. Truth be told, she loved his sexy words. She also took him at his word that their channel was secure.
Their next meeting would be his Awakening Day annual celebration. It normally lasted for only one day and was held at the Great Hall of Awakening where they first met. Grace stated she was kind of bummed out that it was only one day. It was a human expression that meant she was unhappy about not being able to spend several cycles with him. Bradon could empathize with her feelings on that matter. The more he saw of his little love, the more he wanted her at his side full time.
Of course, that was not to be for many reasons, not the least of which was because he would slumber again in nineteen short years. Even if she agreed to hibernate as well, the effects on her fragile body would be profound. Grace was a woman who took genuine pride in her appearance. She’d not respond well to her skin growing thick and dull, especially when the effects were concentrated with each hibernation cycle.
However, he was cheered when she landed at the crack of dawn. As always, he’d woken at the crack of dawn and waited patiently for her on the landing pad. Though they were surrounded by his priests and private security, the only person Grace looked at was him.
This day she flew into his arms. Bradon hugged her, noticing several huge objects covered in black cloth on the shuttle. When she pulled back, Grace gushed, “I brought you some gifts. You can’t see them until they are unloaded.”
Her eyes sought out Onyx and his breath froze. She motioned for him to see to the items. Why she’d chosen the least of his attendants to secure her gifts rather than a member of the security team was perplexing. However, he didn’t have long to ponder the fact when they began moving towards an outdoor lounge that had been erected on the back garden that separated the landing pad from the Great Hall for the celebration.
They sat quietly talking and kissing. Bradon allowed his jealousy to melt away. He had a beautiful woman in his arms who was everything he’d ever wished for in a potential mate. It was foolish to let imagined slights spoil their limited time together. Still, Grace did seem a bit anxious and couldn’t seem to sit still for long.
Bradon queried, “Are you wel
l, my love?”
Jumping to her feet to pace back and forth, she turned to face him again. “Nothing’s wrong per se, I’m just nervous about how you’re going to react to my gift.” Stepping closer, her expression turned even more worried. “I probably should clarify that the gift is actually from Captain Drake, but it was my idea.” Rubbing her hands down the front of her uniform, she stated with a nod. “I honestly hope you accept the gift in the spirit it was given.”
He stood and closed the distance between then. Wrapping his hands around her shoulders, he looked down into her eyes. “I’m not entirely certain I wish to accept a gift that puts such worry into my favorite female.”
Her expression morphed into one of disapproval. “I’m your only female, not your favorite. What happened to all that mine, mine, mine crap you were spewing on my last visit?”
Bradon’s concern eased back a bit, for his female was as feisty as ever. Unable to keep from teasing her, he murmured. “You are currently the only female sharing my body.”
Ralon’s voice sounded off quietly from behind them. “Your gift is ready for viewing, Lady Grace.”
Grabbing his hand, Grace began marching him towards the Great Hall. They followed the old priest into the chamber where the ancients’ hibernation cylinders were kept. Something was different. Surveying the room carefully, Bradon saw that scattered around the room at regular intervals were strange pods. Standing in the spot where Bradon’s cylinder normally stood was a double-size pod.
Grace pulled him over excitedly and popped the clear glass cover open. It was clearly the hibernation pods her people used for deep space travel. They were not the tall cylinders of liquid his people utilized for inducing suspended animation. The humans must have expended most of their time and resources developing hibernation technology because their pods far exceeded the rest of their tech by hundreds if not thousands of human years. Bradon ran his hand over the soft bedding and looked up at her questioningly.