Kronos Rising_Kraken vol.1

by Max Hawthorne

  “I see. Um . . . so what happened?”

  “I agreed to eat weeth heem.”

  Garm’s head recoiled on his shoulders. “You guys went out to dinner?”

  “Not exactly.” Natalya lounged back against the kitchen counter, her tongue running over her strong, white teeth. “I wanted to get eet over weeth, so I meet heem in cafeteria, late at night.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  She sighed. “I told you, I won’t be weeth any man unless he ees at least my equal. Understand? And Derek ees . . .”

  “Not?” When she nodded, he asked, “So, what went down?”

  She shifted position as if uncomfortable. “I try to lower heem down easy, but he was very . . . how you say, tenacious?”

  Garm grinned. “Sounds like Dirk.”

  “I finally had to resort to direct approach.”

  “Meaning what?”

  Natalya shrugged. “I challenge heem to arm wrestling match and tell heem eef he beat me, I go out weeth him. Eef not, nyet.”

  “Yeesh. So, uh . . . who won?”

  She looked at him like he was an idiot. “Are you serious?”

  Garm’s whistle sounded like a WWII bomb falling. “Wow, what an ego crusher. Was, uh, anybody else there to see this ‘contest?’”

  She shook her head. “I looked around and made sure. I deed not want to embarrass heem.”

  He shook with laughter. “I think you might have failed on that one.”

  Natalya shrugged. “Eet was necessary. Otherwise, he would be following me around like beeg puppy dog.”

  “So that was it?” Garm asked. Despite the perceived rivalry, he felt a strong urge to defend Dirk. “I mean, just because you’re taller and stronger than him, you couldn’t give him a chance? He’s got a lot of great gifts. He’s incredibly intelligent, loyal to a fault, and--”

  Natalya turned on him, her eyes lightning bolts slicing through storm clouds. “You know, I told you twice now, Garm Braddock, and you not listen; I need a man in my bed and by my side, not a boy.”

  “Dirk’s not a--”

  “A man who ees strong and fearless. One I can count on eef sheet heats the – how you say?”

  “Fan. When the shit hits the fan.”

  “Da, fan,” she fumed. “Your brother ees nice guy. But he ees scared of own shadow. He’s had you protecting heem all hees life. Trust me, Wolfie, he ees not for me.”

  “Okay, take it easy,” Garm said, his hands extended outward in a calming gesture. “I get it. Sorry, I guess I was just making sure.”

  She glared at him. “Making sure what? That I not fuck someone else? That your brother wasn’t going to steal me from you?”

  He felt himself getting annoyed. “I don’t know about all that. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t stepping on the poor guy’s toes, that’s all.”

  “I see.” Natalya threw the door a hard glance. “Good old Garm. Always looking out for baby brother. Like I said.”

  He followed her gaze. “Are you thinking of leaving?”

  “Hmm?” she looked back at him, her lips pursed. “Da. My coming here was not the fun and games eet usually is.”

  Garm frowned as disappointment banged on his door. Despite the state Natalya found him in when she first barged in and the heaviness of their subsequent conversation, there was no avoiding the fact that his fellow sub captain looked amazing in her tight, curve-hugging workout attire. In addition, he realized that, for some reason, he found her unexpected show of vulnerability a tremendous turn-on. A sea of horniness suddenly inundated him and he decided to try and do something about it.

  “Yeah, you’re right,” Garm said, feigning agreement. “All this emotional stuff is too much for you. I understand.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means that, when push comes to shove, you’re kind of a cold fish, Nat. You’re uncomfortable discussing things that matter, and you’d rather run away than engage in a serious conversation.”

  When Natalya’s teeth suddenly bared and her jaw muscles bunched like steel balls, Garm wondered if he’d made a mistake taunting her. The woman had a vicious temper and an overhand right to match, and it would be a shame if the only interaction between them turned out to be an impromptu slugfest. Especially since he’d inherited his father’s chivalrous nature when it came to members of the opposite sex and was bound to get the worst of it.

  He decided to apply the brakes before things skidded out of control.

  “Chill out,” he placated as she stalked toward him. “I’m just fucking with you.”

  “You’re fucking weeth me?” she snarled through clenched teeth. He could see she was sizing him up. “You make beeg error in judgment.”

  Garm became conscious of the loosely tied bathrobe he was still wearing and shifted position, putting the heavily-padded couch between them. It was a barrier he knew wouldn’t last, so he decided to change tactics. “Look, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that you look so goddamn hot in that catsuit and I thought, I don’t know, maybe, if I got you all ‘outraged womanhood,’ you might forget about our depressing talk and start thinking about more pleasurable ways to relieve stress.”

  Natalya abruptly stopped pursuing him around the room and instead targeted him with angry eyes. “You use stupid manipulation tactic on me? You play dangerous game.”

  Garm shrugged. “You’re right. I’m an asshole. Sorry.”

  “Da, you are a beeg mudak. A stupid, childish one.”

  He made a face. “Yeah. Thanks for agreeing with me.”

  “Ees no problem.”

  Garm sighed. Although he knew his chances of getting laid had evaporated, at least the two of them wouldn’t end up in the infirmary. Again.

  Natalya observed his crestfallen expression with amusement before turning and walking toward an ornately framed, antique wall mirror. She stopped in front of it and studied her reflection in the silvered glass, her gray eyes roving up and down her face and figure. Her expression altered, becoming analytical, almost critical.

  Garm’s jaw dropped as she suddenly reached up, grabbed the top of her black, micro-fiber bodysuit, and pulled down hard. Twisting from side to side, she worked the clingy material past her broad shoulders, exposing and then freeing her perfectly formed breasts. They spilled up and out from their restrictive home like a pair of triple-D honeydews, her pink nipples standing at attention in the cool air.

  As he watched Natalya move closer to the glass and hoist her mammaries, examining each in turn, Garm swallowed nervously. His immediate instinct was to pounce on her, but he knew better.

  “Tell me, Wolfie, have you ever thought about why women have only one set of breasts?” Natalya asked, squeezing her “girls” together like a pushup bra and staring curiously down at them.

  “Uh . . . what?” Garm felt drops of sweat soaking into the underside of his bathrobe and his heart became a triphammer in his chest. He was beyond aroused, but a healthy dose of caution mixed with paranoia kept him rooted in place.

  Natalya studied him in the mirror and snickered, pleased that she’d already achieved her desired effect. “Theenk about it. Dogs, cats, peegs, cows . . . so many mammals have like, what, three pairs of boobs? Why not women?”

  Garm stared like a bird transfixed by an approaching serpent as she turned in his direction, cupping one of her huge mounds in each hand and bouncing them enticingly up and down.

  “What do you think?” She grinned wickedly. “Would you like eef I had three sets of teats instead of just one?”

  Garm struggled to clear his surprisingly parched throat. “Are you kidding? I get confused dealing with just two. With six, I’d be there all day, trying to make heads or tails of things!”

  As Natalya’s little strip tease continued, a feeling of ballsiness came over the big submariner and he threw caution to the wind. He started toward her, his manhood pushing eagerly against his robe, his chiseled face even more strongly carved by the intensity of his arousal. He’
d taken just two steps, however, before the object of his desire extended a hand out in warning, cooling his ardor with an unseen wall of ice.

  “I deed not say you could touch me,” she advised. “You have behaved badly and don’t deserve the privilege of fucking me.”

  As Garm stood there, wallowing in a mire of consternation, Natalya turned her back on him and began to work her sleeveless, one-piece suit even lower, pushing down on it and wiggling her hips from side to side, until it lay in a dark heap at her feet. She turned to face him then, an Amazonian goddess, her feet spread apart and arms raised overhead in a tension-relieving stretch that caused her breasts to jut proudly outward.

  Garm’s eyes swept hungrily up and down his lover’s naked frame, eyeing her muscular legs, her flat, hard stomach, and the silky smooth mound of perfection that resided between her thighs. His heart started doing the subwoofer thing in his ears, the sound booming louder and louder until it was all he could hear. He cursed inwardly. If this was any other woman, he’d know sex was a foregone conclusion. But Nat was such an unpredictable, spiteful creature. It would be just like her to drive him to the brink of insanity, only to storm out of his quarters buck naked and walk calmly back to hers, her clothes draped over one forearm.

  “Do you want me, Garm Braddock?” Natalya asked, running her hands slowly up her thighs. Her lithe fingers arced gracefully inward, her fingernails just grazing the outermost edges of her pubic region before traveling upward. She smiled naughtily at him as she began tweaking her nipples. They protruded like giant pencil erasers, their tips pointing enticingly in his direction.

  Garm choked down the huge lump in his throat. “I think that’s the mother of all rhetorical questions,” he muttered.

  “I can see . . .” she teased, eying the bulge in the front of his robe that gave new meaning to the term, ‘pitching a tent.’ “But you are very naughty boy . . . I theenk you owe me for getting me upset.”

  “I, um . . . I couldn’t agree more. What did you have in mind?”

  Natalya made a pouty face as she considered. “I theenk I weesh to receive oral pleasures from you,” she began. “Perhaps that standing sixty-nine position we deed before. Then, I want doggy style – fast and deep. I want you to bite me while you do me and you must pound me so hard you make me scream. You can do thees, da?”

  As he did the bobblehead thing, Garm wondered if she’d lost her mind. He started toward her, only to be reined in once more by a look.

  “Also, no anal today, and none of that missionary position. You know I don’t like. You agree, da?”

  Garm nodded so vigorously his head nearly flew off. She really was nuts. He was so aroused at this point, he’d have signed over all his shares in the company, just to have her.

  Natalya checked her watch. “Humph. I don’t want to be up too late. You have one hour to do your job. Then I--”

  Her words became a squeal of delight as he barreled into her, scooping her up in a massive hug and carrying her toward the bed. As the back of her legs hit the mattress she yanked open his terry cloth bathrobe with surprising roughness, the seam in the back ripping noisily as the torn robe collapsed to the floor.

  Garm’s mouth was on hers in an instant, their tongues waging a hotly contested war of attrition. He grunted as he felt her nails embed themselves in his back, digging in deep and raking him as he pulled her heaving chest tightly against his. He drew her lower lip between his teeth, sucking it rhythmically as she clawed his chest. An involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he felt her tightly grip his manhood and start stroking him up and down. His mouth wound its way along the line of her jaw, peppering the side of her throat with hot, wet kisses.

  As his tongue took a tantalizing taste of one of Natalya’s ripe breasts, she grabbed his testicles and squeezed so tightly he winced. He growled, deep in his chest and then retaliated, biting her nipple and the surrounding areole so hard she cried out. Her lips formed a tiny circle as she gaped at him with a mixture of wonder and excitement. A split-second later, she latched onto his hair and forced his head back down, pushing as much of her teat into his mouth as he could handle and grinding her chest against his face with impressive force.

  Garm surfaced for air, breathing hard and licking his lips, his big hands locked onto the sides of her rib cage. He held her at arm’s length, ogling his paramour’s body with possessive eyes, before flipping her over without warning. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her into an all-fours position off the edge of the bed.

  Natalya gave a yelp of surprise and yelled, “I told you I wanted oral sex first! You – ohhh!”

  Her complaint metamorphosed into moans of ecstasy as Garm buried his face in her magnificent ass. He was in heaven. She was like honeysuckle, delicious, wet, and throbbing, and his tongue went to work like an anteater’s, flicking, tasting and teasing her, until his lips finally took her most sensitive part into his mouth and he began applying suction. He kept the pressure soft at first then gradually increased it, sucking harder and faster when she needed him to, until she was screaming so loudly and pushing back so hard against him, it was all he could do to draw an occasional breath.

  Natalya was in the throes of her first orgasm, her tawny, muscular frame seizing up, when Garm threw her thick thighs over his shoulders, grabbed onto her hips, and stood up in one smooth motion. Hoisting her effortlessly off the bed, he re-buried his face in her hot, wet slit, his own grunts of pleasure as he felt her take him into her mouth muffled by her glistening pink folds.

  In an effort to keep his own climax at bay, Garm decided to try something different. He knew from experience his Russian playmate was highly orgasmic. She could cum repeatedly. But he also knew that her climaxing in an inverted position would increase the intensity of her orgasm fivefold and, given how upset he’d made the woman, he had every intention of her experiencing that. With her mouth still engulfing much of him, he carried her to the nearest wall and extended his powerful arms, pinning her upside down to the cool drywall and holding her there, suspended by the hips.

  It was wallflower time.

  Garm heard Natalya cry out in surprise and anticipation. He took a second to admire her enticing vagina, displayed like the masterpiece it was, before partaking of her once more. Below, he heard her wails of excitement become choked moans as he pushed his engorged manhood past her lips and started vigorously pumping her mouth. His hips moved in time with the suction he was inflicting on her nether regions and he reveled in the feeling of hot wetness as he slid in and out of her throat.

  He took care not to push too deeply. He knew how much of him she was capable of engulfing and he had no desire to make her gag or choke. Nor did he wish to receive the painful bite he anticipated receiving in retaliation.

  All of a sudden, Natalya’s body stiffened and he knew her second orgasm was upon her. He felt her mouth disengage from his furiously throbbing member and heard her suck in a huge breath to shriek. Her hips bucked and she writhed, her entire body flailing as the mother of all climaxes hit her.

  It was party time.

  Garm didn’t let up. He kept his mouth locked onto her like a facehugger from “Aliens,” his lips and tongue relentlessly licking and sucking. Inverted and helpless, his lover screamed and struggled, desperately trying to escape from the wracking spasms of bliss that were so powerful they threatened to make her lose consciousness.

  At the moment he was certain she couldn’t handle anymore, Garm yanked Natalya free from the wall, bear-hugging her tightly against him. He made it back to the bed in three quick strides and plopped her down on the thick mattress. She lay on her side, soaked with sweat and gasping. Her eyes were rolled up inside her head, her lips twitching and her body convulsing, as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that all but incapacitated her.

  As she lay there, wheezing and struggling to get her bearings, Garm climbed onto the bed behind her and rolled her onto her stomach. Positioning himself between her legs, he grabbed her by the hips and hauled her back into the doggy s
tyle position that was her favorite. He took a brief moment to admire the deep indentation that ran down the center of her back before moving to enter her.

  There was no need for additional foreplay. Natalya was drenched and more than ready to receive him. Besides, he knew she liked it rough. He grimaced as he took hold of his engorged manhood; he was so hard it hurt, and if he didn’t do something soon he was going to explode. He placed the hot head against Natalya’s waiting wetness, gripped her hips with a strength that would have done a professional bull rider proud, and entered her in a single thrust.

  Garm’s head snapped back hard as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, her heat and tightness enveloping him and sending jolts of pleasure into his brain, overloading his synapses and threatening to overwhelm him.

  To her credit, Natalya didn’t scream like most women did as he penetrated them. In fact, the tall Russian was the only one he’d ever known who could handle him so well. Instead of cursing or crying out, she just made that same ‘woof’ sound she always did as he filled her up, like a boxer getting punched in the stomach. Next, her lips curled back over her teeth – a sure sign she was absorbing the pleasure pain that came with taking all of him. When her head lifted and she smiled back at him, he knew she wanted more.

  Then, as Garm pulled back and started to jackhammer her, the screaming started. It was low in the beginning, each ramming thrust of his hips bringing another cry of ecstasy from the athletic sub commander’s lips. Then his speed began to build, his powerful pumps gradually growing more and more frenzied until he was pounding her the way she liked, with her wailing like a lioness in estrus. He mixed it up to keep things interesting, giving her occasional bursts of short stokes, followed by going back to slamming into her as deeply and savagely as he could.

  It was the most animalistic of lovemaking and she took it with the resiliency her powerful frame allowed. Absorbing what other women would have perceived as punishment, she did more than just endure it.

  She loved it.

  Garm paused for a moment, perspiration running down his broad chest in tiny rivulets, before leaning forward. He grabbed a thick handful of Natalya’s tresses and pulled her head roughly back.