How could he possibly resist her? He'd told her he was Argadian in hopes that she'd back off and run the other way as quickly as possible. He hadn't expected this reaction from her. And now, looking at her naked skin in the moonlight, he was not going to deny her. Or his need for her.
Rising to his knees, he faced her and stared at her in the moonlight. How many nights had he dreamed about her? She took him by surprise when she surged forward, wrapped a hand in his hair and possessed his mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside the recesses. She tasted of sleep and light, of desire for all the things he'd denied himself. Of all the things he was hungry to experience once again.
Her hand gripped his khout, sliding up and down the length. She pressed closer, until her breasts were crushed against his chest, and as he sucked at her tongue, giving her what she demanded, he cupped the full mounds, kneading and stroking his fingers over the stiff peaks.
He heard her moan and, wrapping his arms around her waist, lifted her. Her hands frantically positioned him at her wet opening and he felt her shax open for him. Like her mouth, like her tongue had done to him, he plundered her vagina. He thrust inside her until he was embedded to the root.
It was as though he'd come home and that she was Lydion, the spiritual place he'd hunted to find for so long. This was the place he'd hungered for, he'd dreamed of, and never thought he would find.
Natasha broke the kiss and looked at him, her eyes wide, pupils dilated. There was no aura of passion surrounding her such as an Argadian female would have. But it was all there in the look in her eyes, the wet crimson of her lips, the heated flush of her skin.
It was possible Argadian females went through the same physiological changes, but their sexual aura was what males used to gauge the extent of their pleasure. It told them how close a female was to climax, the changing vibrancy of colors just before they sealed.
Suddenly, he realized a whole other set of signals were in place with this Earth woman. With her, he must attune his body more closely, understand her in ways he'd never used with Agradian females.
And it was sexy and pleasurable. He felt her more deeply, and his own hunger magnified because of these sensations.
"Fuck me, Benedikt.” She curled her legs beneath her, splayed to either side and then began to rise and fall, forcing herself to ride his khout, her hips undulating over him, his khout surging and rocking inside her hot, slick channel.
Cupping her buttocks, he rose to his knees. She unfolded and wrapped her legs around his waist and he surged to his feet, strode across the room with her in his arms, setting her on the old maple kitchen table. She never took her gaze off him and he marveled at the dark passion in her eyes.
"I've wanted this for such a long time. Every night you walk into that bar, I fantasized about a moment like this. But this is so much better than fantasy.” Her lush lips curved into a wanton smile. As he watched, she circled her tongue over her lips. He dropped forward to claim the cherry-red lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She sucked hard as he delved inside her moist chasm. He thrust his hips, taking her deep, probing to her depths. He felt the climax begin to build inside him. He almost stopped when he thought about how an Argadian male orgasmed. Very different from a human male.
And then she surprised him again as she thrust him away and he slid from inside her. She jumped to her feet and turned toward the table. Leaning down, she wriggled her hips and gave him a siren's look over her shoulder.
"Spank me, Benedikt."
"What?” He was shocked at her request.
"I want you to spank me and then fuck me from behind. Take me hard. I want to know what you felt when you climaxed earlier. And I know you did climax. I want to feel it. Spank me,” she demanded and wriggled her ass.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Did you like it when that woman whipped you? Did you have sex with her?"
"Well, yes. It's what she wanted."
"It's what I want. I'll tell you when to stop if you like. But I want you to beat my ass."
This woman constantly surprised him. He cupped her buttocks and she leaned into him. He kneaded the firm, pale globes. Spread them and gazed at the crease that separated them, the small, puckered rosy bud that was hidden between them. He brushed a finger over the tiny hole and felt Natasha shiver. The desire to fuck her there surged through him.
What he wanted with Natasha went far beyond intercourse. It went beyond mating. He wanted her in ways he couldn't even begin to define. He wanted to bind her to him, to possess her. Every inch of her. He wanted to brand himself into every facet of every emotion and sensation she had.
He wanted her pleasure and he wanted her pain. He wanted her tears. And he wanted to give her what she desired.
He stepped back, raised a hand, brought it down across her fleshy bottom, and heard the crack of his hand as it connected with her pliant flesh. She drew in a sharp breath. He waited.
"Yes, Benedikt. Just like that. Do it again. Do it until I tell you to stop. Oh, my God, I think I felt that all the way to my womb. Do it again. Please,” she begged.
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CHAPTER 8
Natasha wasn't certain what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn't that her pussy would wash with her cream so abruptly. She felt the sizzle of need curl through her. And then Benedikt struck her again and again. She felt the flame of heat, the pulsing of pain, but then something else happened.
It was as though she dove into the midst of the pain, reveled inside it some way. Yet it wasn't strictly pain, there was more inside this sensation than she could identify. She wanted to peel it apart like a flower to find out what was at its heart. She was awash in sensations, her pussy pulsing, engorging, dripping.
Her breaths came faster, her heart pumped as sweat beaded her body. She wanted it to go on and on. But she wanted something more. Her ass flamed with the spanking. Benedikt dropped the blows to her buttocks and the heat seared through her.
She spread her legs wide and screamed. “Fuck me, Benedikt. Do it now."
The spanking ceased and there was a tinge of regret at the loss of the rhythmic drumming on her backside. But then she moaned as she felt him penetrate her pussy with his immense cock. It felt even larger now than it had before. He spread her passageway, her channel seeming even more sensitive.
His hands smoothed over the flaring heat of her bottom and the delicious piercing of mingled pleasure and pain throbbed through her.
"Oh, God, yes,” she moaned as he split her apart. Every bit of her thoughts were centered in the intense responses at the heart of her body. His thrusts were slow and deep, a centered ache as he buried himself to the opening of her cervix. Too much and not enough.
As though he knew her thoughts, she felt his fingers at her mound, swirling over her stiff clit. She crashed through the barrier, climaxing more powerfully than she could ever have imagined. It was like soaring off the peak of Mt. Everest. And she was flying. She screamed and screamed again, bucking between the hard surface of the table and the man.
Then he stopped and pulled from inside her. He spun her around, lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroll. He spread her on the blanket and knelt between her legs.
His eyes were doing such strange things. The colors changing fast, spinning, hypnotizing her and she couldn't look away.
"What are you going to do?” she asked, her words sounding breathless and needy.
"I want to mate with you in the way an Argadian male takes his female. Argadians are fashioned differently than humans. I don't want to go into all the differences right now, but I'm going to bond with you. We can't seal properly as I would like because you aren't fashioned as an Argadian female, but we can be as close as I can make it. Will you let me bond with you in our ways?"
Natasha had no idea what was in store. But one thing it might do is put to rest her concerns that he was psychotic. And she wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"Will I like it?” she asked.
He smiled. It was the second time she'd ever seen him smile in all the months she'd known him. And she'd been right about how lethal it was.
"I think you will like it very much."
She held up her arms. “Mate me, Benedikt. If you say I'm going to like it, then I know I will.” Her ass flamed and her pussy needed to feel him filling her again.
He leaned over her and pressed the tip of his khout at her opening and then surged forward. She clasped her to him, loving the feel of his hard flesh against her own.
In and out, he built up a steady rhythm. He'd pull out, the broad head of his penis swirling over her sensitive opening, then slowly surged inside again. Over and over. Her breathing grew stuttered as she came for him again and again, her body accommodating his length and width.
She was surprised when it felt like he grew even bigger, and longer, completely filling her, expanding her channel until he was tightly wedged inside her as if her cunt had been fashioned to hold only him.
He stopped moving and she almost stopped breathing as she felt something else happen. Something amazing. A tingling at the opening to her cervix. Tiny strokes by something alive like tentacles. It felt amazing and exotic and shot her desire even higher. And then he shouted and she felt his vibrations inside her as he climaxed. His seed spilled into her womb. It felt like her opening was held apart by whatever strange tentacles had been massaging her opening. Her senses were attuned to his as his semen poured into her eager body. Orgasm gripped her, drawn out by the strange presence of the alien attention going on inside her body.
And she wanted more and more and more. She spread her legs as wide as she could, tilted her hips, forcing him even deeper, and she screamed as he breached and buried inside her, locking himself to her.
Tears streamed from her eyes. From pain? From pleasure? From fear? From happiness? All of it mingled and swamped through her. Every bit of it welcomed him.
This was mating at its most primal level. Basic and permanent. Making love seemed such a minor phrase considering what she was experiencing at the moment. And she wanted to seal her alien lover to her forever. Whatever the cost.
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CHAPTER 9
Benedikt awoke to sensations of pure lust. His khout was surrounded by moist warmth. And then he bucked as his khout was suctioned deeper into the humid chasm. His eyelids snapped open, his fingers gripped the sleeping bag beneath him.
"Natasha,” he cried out in a hoarse voice.
She lifted her head and smiled at him, then returned to her feast. She supped at him with her tongue, licking up and down his stiff erection. He felt himself closing in on his climax. He yanked her up and his khout popped out of her mouth.
"Hey,” she protested as he positioned her onto his lap.
She wrapped her fingers around his glistening member. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I want you to do that thing you did last night."
"What thing?” he asked. She rubbed against the burgeoning length, her wet lips enclosing him, her clit a hard knot of need.
"Your cock did something strange inside me. It felt wonderful and exotic. And I want to feel you do it again. You're made differently, aren't you?"
He lifted her and she centered the broad head of his khout at her opening. Slowly, he lowered her. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her lips curved into a contented smile.
"Yes, Argadians have different anatomy than humans."
She wriggled her hips. “How different?” She leaned up and dropped back down, and he thought he would die from the pleasurable sensation of being wrapped within her sheath. He thought he'd miss the close contact of Argadian sealing, when the female anstillia cord enter the male's anus, tying them together in a bonding that wouldn't be broken until the tides of orgasm calmed. But with Natasha, the mating had felt as complete as that with any Argadian mate.
Or maybe it was simply because he'd fallen in love with this human woman and wanted the completeness of union with only her.
"Beneath the hood of my ... cock are what are called vibris. They release just before orgasm to excite the female's opening in order to accept the semen of the male. That is what you felt."
She rode him at a languid pace. In her eyes he saw the churning of her thoughts. Argadian males missed the expressiveness of their females, depending solely on the color auras to attune to their moods. Watching her closely, he found he enjoyed the challenge of attempting to determine her needs, to ferret out exactly what gave her pleasure. It was very similar to any hunt he'd ever been on that had required he use his full expertise to gain the prize. How much more satisfying it was with a skilled adversary. How much more pleasurable it was with a female that made him fight for her joy instead of simply handing it to him with her colors.
"You really are an alien, aren't you?"
He fastened his hands onto her hips once again and pumped against her. He felt his khout lengthen, filling her just like it had before. He watched her through slitted eyelids as he controlled their movements. With one hand he stroked her silky ass cheek.
It was pale and cool now, but last night her ass had been warm and red. And she had liked it. She had wanted more. He lifted his hand and brought it down against her flesh. Her eyelids flashed upward and she gasped with surprise.
Then she looked down at him and smiled and began to increase her movements.
"It makes me hot when you do that. I've never let anyone spank me before. I didn't realize how good it made the sex."
He reached around and flicked her clit. She froze, her head dropped back and she climaxed. He didn't see it in colors, he saw it in her expression, in her dilated pupils, in the flush on her cheeks, across her breasts, and in the grip of her fingers digging into his hard thighs.
That added sensation had his own climax quickly following hers and he cried out as he fell back onto the bedroll, bucking beneath her quivering body. She collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing hard, the scent of sex clinging in the air of the small room, mingling with the aroma of burning logs.
He inhaled deeply, enjoying her scent. She lifted her head to smile down at him. “It was just as wonderful as it was before. I wasn't certain it would be. I thought maybe I dreamed it all."
Benedikt's back still ached slightly from the self-inflicted beating. He shouldn't still be as aroused as he was. But the idea kept flitting through his mind of Natasha being the one to hold the whip and to administer the punishment. How erotic it would be, how much more intense. And then she would fuck him and make him come. Maybe withhold the reward and drive him right to the edge of sanity.
He held her against him and wondered if, after all, there might be some chance of a future with his human lover. She snuggled against him and he liked her warmth. Last night had been the first night he hadn't had a nightmare. He had to credit this woman with that miracle. Sleep overtook him and he didn't fear what his dreams would bring. Not with Natasha lying in his arms.
A piercing shriek awoke him moments later. He stiffened at the sound, knowing immediately what it was. Someone had breached the perimeter of the property.
"What was that?” Natasha asked, and he could hear the concern in her voice. She sat up next to him and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
Benedikt rose to his feet, quickly stepped into his jeans, and yanked on a pair of boots. “You better get dressed. We have visitors."
She clamored to her feet and turned toward the bedroom. “Someone you know?"
His gaze locked with hers. “No one comes here to visit me. You still have that gun?” It would be better if he faced whomever their visitors were with an Earth weapon rather than a diffuser from Argadia. It was one thing to share his secrets with Natasha, but he didn't think he would get quite the same welcome from angry men from the town.
He saw the look of panic consume her expression. A shaky hand fluttered over her breast. “Y-yes."
"Is it loaded?"
She
blinked rapidly. “Yes. I checked it last night."
He didn't want to alarm her, but his attention was caught by the very dark bruise on her cheek and his lips tightened. He wasn't taking any chances that Earl Paris was back to cause her more harm.
"Get dressed and get me the gun. Be as quick as you can. I don't know how much time we have."
As she rushed into the bedroom, Benedikt went into the kitchen and opened a door beneath the sink. Inside was a metal container. He pulled it out, fitted a key from his pocket into the lock and opened the lid. He'd keep Natasha's gun visible, but he wasn't taking any chances. He picked up the small, lethal diffuser and slipped it into his pocket.
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CHAPTER 10
Natasha wasn't certain she could get the shirt buttoned, her hands were shaking so much. She'd known Earl would come after her, but she'd thought she'd have more time.
She picked up the gun from beneath the pillow and turned it over in her hand. No, she had wanted more time with Benedikt. Something had begun to blossom between them and she wanted more time to discover exactly what it was. She was in love with Benedikt Venus, alien or not, and she certainly didn't want to see any harm come to him.
She touched her battered cheek. Earl wouldn't take kindly to her being here with Benedikt, not one bit. And the real question was, would he be alone? His kind tended to travel in packs. Cowards had a way of doing that.
She quaked when she heard pounding at the cabin door. There was no more time to think about it. No time to leave before the confrontation took place.
Natasha stepped into the other room and looked at Benedikt, who was now fully dressed. She walked across the room and handed him the gun. He squeezed her hand.
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