by Bevan Greer
He released his hold on his glass and joined his other hand, lightly stroking her from the top of her thighs to her knees. He would have moved his touch more intimately into her but she had her legs locked together tightly.
“Naria,” he chided, noting her swiftly rising and falling breasts. His eyes narrowed, pleased to see he wasn’t the only one affected. “We both know you’re not from Seven.”
Knowing she wanted him made him work that much harder to keep his control. Walking with her through Vembi had been excruciating. Every sexual act they’d witnessed had put him in mind of himself and Naria. He could see her full, ripe lips closed around his shaft, could feel his pulsing body explode as she tightened around him. He knew she felt the same, could see the taut arousal of her nipples jutting through her shirt and in the steady throbbing of her pulse.
He moved his hands slowly and saw her breath hitch as he pried her thighs apart.
“Jace, what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m trying to get the truth, Naria,” he said softly. He bent one of her legs and positioned her so that her thighs now lay apart, on either side of his body. Now she had one leg on the ground and the other along the couch, cushioning him between. He sighed and ran his hands over her thighs again, this time circling his thumbs along the insides of her thighs, drawing closer but not quite reaching her aroused core.
He noted with pleasure that she was panting lightly, her full lips quivering with need, glistening as she wet them in nervousness with her small, pink tongue.
“Naria,” Jace smiled knowingly. “You look hot. Why don’t we take off this shirt?” he asked and quickly whipped it off of her before she had a chance to protest.
“Jace, stop it,” she gasped and reached for her shirt but stilled when his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. She now sat almost in his lap, her body hugging his, unable to miss the hard erection pressing into her.
“Tell me, Naria,” he said softly and bent his head to whisper in her ear. “You aren’t from Seven, are you?” he asked and licked deliciously at her ear. He caressed the sensitive lobe and bit lightly, feeling her shudder against him.
“No,” she moaned and leaned closer to him. He could feel her hard nipples scoring him as she brushed against him, the silk of the Vembi shirt almost nonexistent it was so thin.
He leaned closer and trailed his mouth down over her throat, sucking at her beating pulse, hearing her moan his name in denial. He gasped at the heat of her. With one hand he cradled her head while he returned the other to her thighs.
“Tell me the truth, Naria,” he whispered against her neck, sucking at her pulse. His hand moved in circles over her inner thighs. “Tell me,” he said again as his hand moved up, finding her wet and slick against his fingers. She gasped and squirmed and Jace closed his eyes as desire crushed through him in steady waves. He moved his fingers over her slowly, finding and pressing against the hard nub of her desire.
“Jace,” she breathed. His lips trailed over her neck as his hand worked magic. He stroked her over and over and smoothed his lips up her throat to her mouth. He found her lips easily and kissed her ravenously. His fingers quickened his touch upon her body, slick with her arousal. And then he shocked her by thrusting his tongue in her mouth and his finger in her tight sheath.
She gasped and he began moving in her, his tongue and finger mimicking lovemaking, plunging in her more and more rapidly.
She writhed against him seeking release and Jace felt his own ardor rise, all thoughts of the truth lost behind this truth—that he wanted Naria with every fiber of his being. But he wanted all night with her and resisted his own impulses. Instead he tormented her with fire and passion, inserting another finger and increasing the pressure on her wet body.
Her moans swallowed by his mouth, she shuddered and trembled, moving closer to him, needing him. Jace lightly reached out to touch her mind and felt the answering passion in her. He quickly pulled his mind back and left her mouth, panting heavily.
“I will have the truth, Naria. And I’ll have you,” he gasped and pressed his hand into her harder. He watched hungrily as she shuddered around his fingers and cried out, drenching him in her orgasm. He could feel her tight walls gripping his fingers and knew an overwhelming desire to unfasten his trousers and shove his hard member into her.
He waited while the orgasm consumed her, thinking he’d never seen anything more beautiful than Naria falling apart in his arms. And as she calmed, his body reminded him that they had only just begun.
Naria blinked and stared up with heavy lidded eyes at Jace, the man who had just brought her ecstasy from mere touch.
“You’re from Dark World, aren’t you, Naria?” he asked, his eyes on her glistening lips.
Naria knew she could no longer lie. Jace knew. He had figured out the truth but only needed to hear her say it. Instead of torturing her for answers, as her people would have, he gave her exquisite pleasure.
“Yes,” she sighed and waited for his wrath. But instead of angering him, her words lightened his temper.
“Good,” he murmured and moved back to her mouth. His lips again drank from her, tasting sweet like wine and the power of Jace.
Naria felt completely under his control, her body his to command. “Oh, Jace,” she murmured as his hands stroked her body. She felt moist and needy, wanting more than just his fingers inside of her. He nimbly removed her top and his own, making her wonder when he had done so, her mind bemused by his passion.
Then his lips trailed down and closer over a breast and she was lost. Desire pulsed through her body, a spiraling need once again swirling within her. Jace groaned her name and bit her nipple gently, tugging the hard peak until she felt she would die with pleasure. He returned to her mouth. The contact of his bare chest against her nipples made her gasp. Feeling her need, he moved his chest, brushing points of electricity through her system.
He continued to kiss her ravenously, as if he couldn’t get enough of her and Naria echoed the sentiment. Suddenly voracious, she couldn’t get close enough to his body. She needed Jace inside of her, pressing into her.
With hungry hands she moved them over his chest and down his body. Her touch aroused him further, his body heaving and writhing under her hands.
“Yes, Naria, touch me,” he said thickly breaking away from her mouth. She could see the passion boiling in him, could feel it in his hard body. She ran her hands down his stomach to find his trousers. She pulled them open and touched his hard shaft with greedy hands.
At her touch Jace shivered and she felt the moist beads of desire covering the tip of his member. Needing him desperately, she shifted her body, her skirt whispering across her legs like a caress. She felt his hands under her naked buttocks, lifting her and pressing her closer to him.
He murmured erotic words of love and pleasure against her throat, words that made her body sizzle with energy. And then he lifted her over him and she parted her thighs further.
With care he lowered her over him, gliding her body over his. He settled her over him and she felt the hard muscles bunching in his arms.
“I need you in me, Jace,” she gasped as she felt him slowly enter her.
“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” he groaned and let her fall over him. “It won’t hurt,” he gasped as she sank over him. “I breached you already,” he moaned and let her go, her body swiftly taking all of him.
He stilled then and Naria closed her eyes in wonder, feeling him so deep and tight within her. The feeling was unbelievable, like nothing she’d ever imagined. She threw her head back and clenched her body around him, feeling him pulsing inside of her.
Jace gasped and bent his head to her breast, lifting her from him. But before Naria could protest, he lowered her back over him, finding a steady rhythm that slid her up and down his shaft. The friction made her moan and soon Naria was increasing the rhythm, holding onto Jace as he suckled at her breast, feelings once again burning through her as she found herself
climbing higher and higher.
“Link with me,” Jace said thickly, his breath broken as he moved deeply within her.
Naria did so and felt both his pleasure and hers. The desire and sense of communion so intense, they soon both fell over the edge, clutching at one another as ecstasy pulsed through them, Jace’s seed spurting into Naria as her walls closed around him, urging him deeper.
The feeling of oneness, of rightness consumed them until neither could think beyond the other. They stayed joined, holding one another for some time before Jace leaned back to look down at Naria.
“That was so incredibly beautiful,” he said in a deep voice, his eyes so rich and tender that Naria felt her heart stop. “And so incredibly good,” he groaned and leaned down to kiss her lips.
“Jace,” Naria sighed, not wanting to spoil the moment but knowing they needed to talk.
“Shh, not now,” Jace said and kissed her again. “Later, much later,” he said and Naria felt him stir inside of her. He gathered her to him and held her tightly as he kissed her again. His mouth intensified, hungrily taking from her all that she had to give. And as he began moving in her again, Naria gave herself up the pleasure.
Still locked together, Jace stood and moved slowly with Naria towards the bed.
“I have so much more to show you,” Jace said as he stared into her eyes. He gently withdrew from her and stripped out of his trousers. Then he removed her skirt and stared down at her, placing her upon the bed.
Naria felt no shame but rather deepening passion as Jace looked at her hungrily. He grabbed a cloth and dipped it in the bowl of water next to him, then washed her thighs tenderly.
“I breached you when I brought you to climax the first time,” Jace explained softly as he wiped small traces of blood and seed from her body. “And I have never experienced anything more fulfilling than watching you achieve bliss,” he said sensually, his dark eyes shimmering in a myriad of colors.
Naria watched his eyes and felt her own mirror his desire. She watched him caress her gently with the towel before he tossed it aside. His body was large and hard, his male member jutting forward from a thick nest of golden curls and Naria itched to touch him there. Before she could initiate anything, however, he parted her legs and lay down between them, his chin resting above the apex of her thighs.
“Oh, Naria,” he breathed. “I have so much to show you,” he said and bent his head towards her womanly scent.
Castor sighed with regret as he left the women behind him. It had taken more than one to sate his hungry appetite, but the lovely little Vembites had been only too happy to accommodate him throughout the long, pleasurable night. He wondered how Koneru and Mikhel fared.
He wandered down the sparsely crowded streets and headed into a dining establishment. Famished from all of his exertions, he ordered some food and sat waiting patiently for its arrival.
Jace had specifically wanted to spend some time with Naria to get some answers, as well as to give her a bit of Vembi to remember. Apparently she’d been very impressive the other night in healing Mikhel. And regardless of her lies, her intent to help Mikhel had been a welcome thing.
Castor smiled to himself. Jace hadn’t said anything about it, but he knew Jace needed to find his own release on Vembi, preferably with the dark haired liar. He could only imagine the pleasure lying between Naria’s thighs, he thought with a sigh. Beautiful as she was, he knew it was more than her looks that attracted Jace.
Being a powerful Psi, Jace would need a woman with a strong mind to fully complement him. Castor imagined that Naria’s abilities impressed Jace, probably almost as much as her luscious body, he thought with a grin.
He thanked the server for his food and commenced to eat when Koneru joined him.
“Well, you look more than satisfied,” Koneru grinned as he stared at Castor’s face.
“I could say the same for you,” Castor grinned.
“Oh, Castor,” Koneru sighed and stole a piece of meat from his plate. “I found a Rovi pleasurer a few paces down from that pleasure center. You don’t know how nice it is to not have to restrain yourself with a female.”
“Really?” Castor asked curiously. “I guess I never thought about it. As strong as you are though, you probably have to be pretty careful around women.”
“Normally,” Koneru nodded and grabbed the server to order more food. “But a Rovi? She can take most anything,” he said, his white eyes gleaming.
Castor shook his head. “You know what they say, something on Vembi for everyone”
“No doubt,” Koneru grinned. “So have you seen or heard from Mikhel or Jace yet?”
“No,” Castor said. “I wouldn’t count on hearing from Mikhel too soon though. Last I heard he was still busy when I left this morning. And Jace?” he added, a sly grin on his face. “I think Jace is going to use as much time as he can to get the truth out of Naria.”
Koneru stared at him thoughtfully. “So you think Naria has something to do with Dark World?”
Castor pursed his lips. “I do. She and Carinna don’t exactly look alike but there’s something between them when you see them together. That is, when Nesham lets go of the little Dark Worlder enough to let Naria near her.”
“Now that’s one male that’s definitely been improved since our visit to Dark World,” Koneru nodded.
Castor agreed. Losing his twin brother had been terrible for Nesham, and Castor had worked with both Nesham and Nedham to feel the loss as well. Nedham and Nesham had appeared identical. They had finished one another’s sentences and moved in an uncannily similar fashion, like great Stalker cats on the prowl. Yet the two had some differences in their personalities.
Nedham had more of a sensitive side to him, a funnier side. Nesham seemed to have a quicker intellect and a more serious mindset. And yet the two men had clearly been of one heart.
When Nedham had died in the Bylaran/Fenturi fight against the Horde, Nesham had almost died with him. Though not physically injured, losing his brother had severed his spirit and for a time it had looked as if both Ham brothers were lost.
Then Jace had interfered, pulling Nesham back from the brink and shoving Mikhel in the mix, a subtle but not unwelcome friendship developing regardless of Nesham’s state.
Now that Castor looked back on it, he could see that it had been Jace’s mental powers that had eased Nesham’s burden. He wondered when and if Jace would tell the rest of the crew about himself, feeling a bit off at not being able to speak so freely with Koneru and the others.
Personally Castor liked her crewmates, getting along quite well with Jace and Koneru. Nesham and Mikhel had bonded and though friendly with everyone, the two Fenturi males had tended to brood silently together, Nesham recovering from Nedham’s death and Mikhel learning how to live again.
“It’s good to see Mikhel so healthy again,” Castor said aloud.
Koneru grunted around a mouthful of food. “Yeah, interesting how he healed so quickly,” he said and stared knowingly at Castor.
“What?” Castor asked uneasily. Koneru had an unnerving ability to see things with those large white eyes that normal men missed.
“Nothing. I just think it’s funny that for over a year now Jace has been doing things that no one ever questions as odd. And have you ever seen another being with eyes as dark or shimmering as his? Except for Naria, I’ve never seen another creature in the System with dark eyes like that.”
Castor shrugged, wanting to get clear of the subject.
“And Naria, now that’s a strange one,” Koneru said. “Beautiful, yes, but very mysterious. Interesting that she spoke the language of those Dark Worlders on Rovi, and that Jace suddenly slumped in exhaustion after the fight. I mean, he didn’t exactly do anything, did he? I didn’t see him raise a sword or phaser, did you?”
“Koneru,” Castor began and breathed a sigh of relief when Mikhel strolled into view.
“Saved by the Fenturi,” Koneru muttered under his breath.
Mikhel joined them in the establishment and soon their table was overflowing with food and drink.
“We have to come here more often,” Mikhel said with a grin and tossed back a large glass of shen milk.
“Yeah,” Castor grinned. “I stopped by your door but heard some noises proclaiming you pretty busy this morning.”
Mikhel had the grace to flush slightly. “Well, I had to make them all happy, didn’t I?” he asked.
“All?” Koneru repeated.
“There were four of them, Koneru,” Mikhel explained. “It was only right that I finished what I started.”
Castor shook his head and the three crewmen sat entertaining one another with speculation about Jace and Naria.
Nesham thrust into her tight little body as she cried out his name, her release sucking him deeper into her. He exploded and rocked into her again and again, his body eager to join hers in the ecstasy she reached.
Finally catching his breath, Nesham leaned up from Carinna and kissed her firmly on the mouth.
“I don’t understand how you do this to me,” he panted as he withdrew from her warm body. He tucked her into the curve of his body and marveled that for their size difference, they fit together perfectly.
“It’s a gift,” Carinna grinned and Nesham laughed at the smug expression in her dark eyed gaze. His eyes trailed over her features, constantly amazed that this petite woman could inspire his libido like no other.
“You’re so small,” Nesham marveled as he ran his hand over her curvy form, his hand lingering on her full breast. “And yet so perfect,” he said and kissed her gently. “Carinna, how is it you are so different from those of your world?” he asked.
Nesham saw her hesitate before answering but couldn’t keep himself from finally voicing the question. He’d been curious about her since he’d first discovered her helping him. What would cause a Dark Worlder to aid an Offworlder?
“As you’ve realized, Dark World is made up mostly of darkness,” Carinna said softly, running her hands over his smooth chest. “But I’m not like everyone else,” she said. “My mother was an Offworlder, Nesham. I don’t know where she came from but she attracted my father. And though I may look like the people of my world, my heart I think, follows the people of my mother.”