Selena was looking up at him, her eyes shining with pride. So happy to share this special place with him.
“Is this like your forests on Gadolinium?”
“We have nothing like this on my world,” he answered truthfully.
She beamed. “Then bringing you here will be worth getting dragged in front of the ministry.”
“In my world, when a man goes for a stroll in the forest with a lovely maiden, it’s customary to sit for a spell under the sheltering branches. Drinking in the sights and sounds of nature, pondering our role in it. May we do so?” He waved a hand to a spot under the nearest tree.
“Haldor, your sensitivity constantly amazes me.”
He sank down, patting the ground beside him. “You think because my people have built no shiny machines, we are incapable of thinking deep thoughts?”
“I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I guess I’m as guilty as any Earther when it comes to discounting the level of intellectual development of civilizations that aren’t as technologically advanced as we are.”
He was hit with a stab of guilt. He’d only meant to tease her, first with the comment about sitting under the tree and then with the next about her shiny machines. But her people seemed to have no sense of humor. If he’d suggested sitting under a tree to ponder nature to Hilda, she’d have punched him in the arm and said “Ponder my pussy, that’s what you mean, you naughty boy! Sitting on the ground gets you one step closer to having me lying on it.” Then she’d have done just that, sinking down on her back on the soft grass and tossing her skirt up, giggling all the while.
Truth be told, Hilda would have been right. The only mystery of nature he wanted to ponder was why an entire civilization would willingly give up the joys of kissing, caressing, making love—and raw, wild fucking.
Chapter Seven
He began with a kiss. Claiming it as his reward the next day. He drew close, close enough to feel her body trembling, even at so innocent a contact. Then he bent his head. A gentle touch of his lips on hers. Lingering, lingering, until he felt her trembling cease and her lips begin to respond to his. That’s when he stopped.
The next day, a longer kiss. Still sweet, but with a hint of sensuality. His mouth slightly open, the tip of his tongue teasing her lips. He pulled her close and, lost in the kiss, she slid her arms around his neck. Only for a moment.
Haldor put his whole self into the game. Years of stalking prey had taught him patience. More than a few lusty Viking widows, left to mourn while still in their prime, cast an eye on him when he was a young and handsome lad. They taught him all the ways to pleasure a wench—and an eager learner he’d been.
Now, he put the skills he’d learned over a lifetime into practice. With nothing else to occupy the long, lonely hours each night, he spent them planning the next step of his conquest.
* * *
Selena caught her breath, awed. He gained strength daily and she could feel the raw power radiating from him as he worked out. After the first day, he’d refused to wear the uniform when they were alone, going back to the way he dressed when training for battle on Gadolinium. All but naked, except for a pair of loose trousers tied at the waist with a leather thong like the one around his forehead. Sometimes, watching him, it was all she could do not to reach out and slide her hand down his broad chest, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She longed to touch him right now, feel the warmth of his skin.
And his lips. And his tongue.
Yes. Damn it, yes. Every day, he asked a bolder reward of her, one she guiltily granted. First, a gentle kiss. Then he teased her lips open and coaxed her tongue into a delicate dance that sent a rush straight through her body.
Yesterday it was an embrace along with the kiss. Holding her close so his raw masculine scent filled her lungs and sank into her pores with every breath. Then kissing her again, this time more demanding. His tongue hard and insistent, slipping into her mouth the way he’d slipped it into her there that first night, when she knew nothing.
But now—now she knew. Remembered how it felt. All of it. Nervous about what he might ask next, she was even more terrified that he might not ask anything more. She’d barely slept the last few nights. And when she did, it was to dream of what he’d done, what they’d done, that first night. Vivid dreams, so real, stoking the fire he lit inside her every day, building it higher and higher. She awoke in the night starved for the touch and the taste of him.
Wide awake, desperate, she’d brought out her probe and summoned her holographic partner—twice in only a few days. It was impossible to achieve gratification any more often than once every three weeks, that’s what she’d been taught. To her surprise, she’d done so both times, but after that night with Haldor, the climaxes left her feeling empty and still craving more.
He finished the last pushup and jumped to his feet, grinning.
“Have you decided on your reward for today?”
His eyes ran up and down her body. “I have.”
The tone of dark intensity in his voice sent her pulse racing. She fought to keep her voice steady. “What is it?”
“Is our agreement still the same? You’ve given your word, pledged your honor, that you will grant me any reward I choose if it is within your power to give?”
She swallowed nervously. “Yes.”
“Then come here.” He held out his hand.
Selena took it.
His fingers wrapped around her palm. Engulfed her hand. He pulled her close. “I want to taste you again.”
Her pussy spasmed as the memory of what he’d done the last time flooded into her brain. “Please. Don’t ask that. I-I can’t.”
“You can. It is within your power to give. And no matter what your people have taught you, giving and receiving such pleasure is not wrong. It harms no one.”
He headed for the bathroom, tugging her along. “Come. Stand under the waterfall with me. Close your eyes and do not think. Only feel. If I cause you pain, you have only to say so and I will stop.”
Exhausted by days of denying herself followed by nights of wicked dreams, Selena gave in to the forbidden cravings he awoke inside her. She shut off her mind, slipped off her uniform, closed her eyes, and stepped into the steamy shower next to him. He’s naked now. If I open my eyes, I’ll see his cock. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. If she didn’t see what was happening, maybe she could pretend later that it had all been another dream.
Warm water flowed over her head. Haldor reached up and unfastened the pins from her hair, then ran his fingers through it, letting it fall down over her breasts. She tilted her head back, reveling in the sensuousness. He moved in, swept her hair aside, and licked away drops of water running down her neck just below her ear.
Selena shivered. He bent his head lower, tracing a tiny stream down the front of her chest with his tongue, opening his mouth and letting it flow in from where it cascaded off her nipple. Then he closed his lips over the rosy tip. She buried her fists in his hair, trying to pull his head away.”
He stopped and came up to murmur in her ear. “Am I hurting you?’
“No.”
He seized both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head against the wall. “Then I have your leave to continue.”
She gasped as he put his lips back on her breast. His tongue ran all around it, then he drew the nipple in his mouth again. He sucked gently at the tip, making it contract into a tight, puckered bud. He sucked harder. A jolt of raw lust ran down her body, as though an unseen wire led straight to her pussy. Selena shuddered, writhing and moaning.
When he pulled away to take her other nipple in his mouth, it was already hard. He sucked until it felt swollen and raw, then raked his teeth across it. She twisted, tried to pull away. His grip tightened, pinning her in place. When she realized she was helpless to stop him, the wild thrill that rocketed through her body shocked her to the core.
His other hand slid down between her thighs. “Open for me.”
She shifted
a little and he pressed her back against the wall. “Spread your legs wide, Selena. Let me taste you.”
Trembling, she leaned against the cool, smooth wall and slid her feet apart. Haldor let go of her wrists and dropped to his knees. She opened her eyes and looked down. Water coursed over her body, splashed onto his head and then poured over him, carrying her essence with it. He kissed his way down her stomach, nuzzled his face between her thighs. The water washed over his hair, caressed his skin, and then flowed down around her vulva, bathing her in his essence now. She spread her legs wider and opened for him.
His tongue parted the folds of her pussy. Selena moaned, threw her head back. Haldor draped her legs over his shoulders, cupped the cheeks of her ass in both hands, and began fucking her with his tongue. Darting it in and out, then stopping to tilt her hips so he could lick and suck the throbbing bud nestled at the apex.
He reared back and buried his tongue inside her. Water pulsed on her swollen clitoris. Her pussy clenched, then gushed. He made a rough sound and lapped at it. She couldn’t breathe, wouldn’t survive another moment of this ecstasy. Selena cried out, tossing her head from side to side. The wave built. Higher, higher still, pouring over her like the water, until she was swallowed up in it. Whirled into a shattering crescendo that left her limp, gasping for breath.
Haldor brought her down, cradling her in his arms as they both lay on the floor of the shower, holding her until she stopped trembling. For the first time she became aware of his erection, thick and hard against her stomach. She reached down and touched it hesitantly.
“I would like to bring you to gratification as well,” she said. “But I don’t know what to do. Will you show me?”
“With pleasure. But I’ve had enough of a drenching. Can we move to dry land first?”
She nodded. Haldor swept her into his arms and carried her into the adjoining room as easily as if she were a child. She ran a hand over his chest, reveling in the way those powerful muscles surged with every move he made.
He laid her on the bed and got in beside her. His body still hot and wet from the shower, pressed against hers. Skin to skin. She tingled everywhere, as though the intense orgasm had awakened every nerve ending in her body. He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock.
Selena gasped. So big. Bigger than she remembered. She kept her eyes open this time, wanting to preserve the memory with all her senses. Skin a shade lighter in color than his arms and chest, with bluish-purple veins already standing out underneath. Her fingers slid over it, nerve endings firing messages back to her brain. Hot. Even hotter than the rest of his body.
She explored, tentatively at first, then more boldly. Barely able to circle its girth between her thumb and first finger. Marveling at how such soft skin could hold a core of iron underneath. The way the shaft swelled and grew even longer as she glided her palm over it.
“A man’s rod is most sensitive here, at the head.”
He guided her hand to the rounded tip with its tiny opening. The skin was smoother there, reddish-purple in hue.
“Like the little bud between your legs. You can run your fingers…” He shot her a devilish grin. “Or your tongue, around it. The shaft you stroke. Up and down the length.” He demonstrated, his hand covering hers. “Slowly at first, like this, until you feel it straining in your hand, see the veins bulge. Then faster and harder.”
He demonstrated. His stomach muscles tensed. She could feel his body beginning to quiver. Selena leaned forward, opened her mouth, and touched her tongue to the head.
Haldor groaned and buried his fists in her hair. He guided her head down the shaft, filling her mouth with it until she thought she’d choke. She struggled to take him in, wanting to please him as he’d pleased her. He must have sensed her rising panic, because he backed off and began coaching her.
He stroked her hair gently. “Yes, Selena. Yes. That’s it. Take the head in your mouth. When you slide your tongue over like that, it’s so good. Now wrap your palm around the shaft and suck on the head.” He let out a low groan. “Yes. Aaah! Cup your other hand around my balls. Feel how hard they are—bursting with come, as they have been ever since you first touched me while I slept.”
He closed his fingers around hers on the shaft and began guiding her hand up and down his length again, stroking hard and fast as she sucked him.
“I want to fuck you, Selena. Plunge myself deep into your sweet heat and shoot my seed while your pussy tightens around me and milks my cock of every drop.”
She pulled her head away, her eyes wide with horror. “No! You’re so big! I could never take you inside me!”
“By all the gods, wench, if you mean to please me don’t stop now!” he roared. He grabbed her hair and shoved her face back down over his cock.
Selena opened her mouth just in time to feel him spurting his semen inside it. She swallowed automatically, trying not to upset him further by making a face at the strange, salty taste.
When he’d finished, she curled into a ball at the foot of the bed, unable to face him. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to make you angry. I wanted to bring you pleasure, the way you did to me. I just don’t know how to do it.” A single tear ran down her cheek.
He muttered an oath, then gathered her into his arms. “It’s I who am sorry, Selena. Men with hard pricks can be crude characters. You’re not used to our ways. We say what’s in our mind in the heat of passion. I do want to fuck you. Very much. I know you’re scared. Believe me, the gods designed our bodies to fit together. Your sweet pussy is built to take my cock in and welcome every inch of it. But I promise I won’t do it. Not till you’re ready. And one day you will be. Trust me. In the meantime, I loved what you did and I can be content with that.”
He pulled away and his voice grew stern. “But this I tell you true, woman. You’ve done it once and now you’ve done it twice. If ever again you bring me to the edge like that and stop dead, I’ll haul you over my lap and spank your ass until you beg me to ram my cock deep in your pussy right then and there.”
* * *
That day marked the beginning of a new dynamic between them. One where every day’s workout began with training for him and ended in training for her. Each time she broke through another of her boundaries, violated another taboo. Haldor became increasingly dominating, and she found herself craving the submission he demanded of her. Before long, he gave up the pretense that he’d ever choose any other reward, simply informing her at the beginning of each session what sexual act she’d perform for him at the end of that day.
She’d monitor his entire workout with her pulse racing as though she’d been the one pushing her body to the limit. All the while, her mind conjuring up wicked images, her uniform damp with moisture flowing from her pussy at the thought of what taboo he’d make her break that day. Kneel at his feet and suck his cock? Strip off her clothes and lie down on the bed, then spread herself apart while he licked and sucked her until she exploded in a shattering climax?
Today, he wouldn’t tell her what he had in mind. He simply told her she’d have to address him as ‘my lord’ and obey him, no matter what he ordered her to do. The uncertainty at what more he might demand of her, the tinge of fear, made the forbidden hours to come even more wickedly arousing. All morning he’d been giving her dark, smoldering glances. Raising his eyebrows suggestively when he caught her looking at him, sending a shiver of arousal coursing through her.
Finally, he finished. “I’m going to wash,” he said. “When I come back, I want you to be lying on the bed waiting for me. Naked. With your hair down and your legs spread apart.” He started to walk away, then paused and gave her another of those lecherous looks over his shoulder. “On your stomach.”
She drew her uniform down over her hips and stepped out of it, shaking. Temptation warred with embarrassment. He’d done so many things to her that she once considered shameful, but he’d never even hinted that any kind of sexual activity existed involving
the posterior region of one’s body. She had no idea what he planned to do to her and she was both nervous and wickedly aroused.
Selena laid face-down, heart pounding, and spread her legs apart. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds from the other room. The water stopped. She heard the shower door open. Then nothing. As a hunter, she knew he’d learned to move silently, so she concentrated on picking up any sign of his presence in the room.
Still, she had to stifle a scream when his fingers suddenly trailed up the back of her thigh.
“Very good, Selena. You’ve done what you were told. Are you ready to give me my reward and obey me without question in every way today?”
“Yes, my lord,” she said, her voice shaking.
His weight came down on the bed beside her. The heat of his body radiated out around him and she instinctively nestled toward it. He laughed, a low throaty sound.
“You’re not afraid to be so near me anymore?”
“No, my lord.”
He ran his fingers up, lightly tracing the line between her buttocks, running up along her spine. “Good. Then we will both enjoy what I have planned. Remember, Selena. Do not move.”
He leaned over her and his lips began retracing the path of his fingers, starting at her neckline and moving down the middle of her back. Kissing, nibbling, sometimes raking with his teeth, sometimes running his hot tongue back up again.
She squirmed as he went lower.
“Careful,” he warned. Then he slipped his tongue into the top of the cleft between her butt cheeks.
Selena cried out in surprise and jerked away.
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