“Oh.” He interrupted, grinning. Tilting his head to the side, he shrugged. “You can do whatever you wish. Sex will be of mutual consent, though I may try to seduce you often. Actually, I know I will.” He gave her a wickedly delicious look, as he meaningfully looked her over. “Oh, and the crew will gladly serve you as they do me.”
Sex will be mutually consented to, though I may try to seduce you often. Actually, I know I will. It took all her willpower not to moan at that one.
“When you say serve, do you mean…” Maggie couldn’t say the words. She was just asking hypothetical questions, wasn’t she? And he was talking in absolutes.
I may try to seduce you often.
“What do you ask?” His eyes narrowed, but there was a sparkling to their liquid silver depths. He was a clever one. That much was clear.
Maggie swallowed nervously. “You…ah…sleep with the other members of your crew when there are no women around?”
Okay, it had to be wrong that the idea of him being touched by other men was very alluring. What was wrong with her? It wasn’t like she wanted to share what was hers. Wait. Was he hers? Maggie was so confused.
“No,” he stated. The word brought her back to reality.
“Oh,” Maggie blushed, a little disappointed that she wouldn’t get her male-male-Maggie fantasy after all.
“What? Did I say something?”
“No, no, I was just thinking.” Without knowing why, she admitted, “It’s just that you said ‘serve’ and I thought that maybe you meant, you know, serve.”
“We do not touch each other without a woman present, but the men do like to watch the claiming between husband and wife. If you choose to reward them, you may invite some of the others into our room and allow them to find pleasure in watching. And, should you wish it, you may allow them to touch us—but it will always be as you wish, despite what I want. That is the law.”
“You’d want…” Maggie couldn’t finish the question, so instead asked, “The single men don’t mind? No one gets jealous over such an arrangement? Not even the husband?”
On Earth there was no way a relationship like that would work—at least not that she’d ever heard of. Sure, in erotic novels it was great, but in “real life” it seemed egos would get in the way. Someone would always get jealous and insecure.
“I do not see why it would be a problem,” Vladei said. “Bonded women release pheromones that are quite enjoyable to the single Dragoona male. And the pheromones from them can often enhance the married couple’s sexual pleasure. Why would it be a problem if everyone is enjoying themselves? The men would consider it an honor to help you find release.”
Maggie’s mouth was dry, as she continued to just stand near him without touching. So the watchers in her dream were real. Vladei said it so casually, as if it was no big deal. In fact, by the look on his face, she got the impression he wanted her to “reward” some of the crew in such a way. It was clear these were very sexual creatures. But, could she be like that? Could she release her inhibitions and just go for what she wanted? “You would let another man touch me?”
“Touch? Yes. Put his cock in your pussy? No. Should we decide to bring another man or men into our marriage bed, their cocks will never enter your cunt. That is mine and mine alone. I will honor all over wishes you ask of me, but not that. There are some things that even I will not share. Your pussy is one of them.” His hot gaze moved down to stare at her thighs. Cream already gathered there. His nostrils flared slightly and she knew he smelled her desire for him. A slight grin curled the side of his mouth. “And, truthfully, I would enjoy watching other men touch you. If you are my wife and belong to me, there is no reason for me to be jealous.”
“What of other women?” Maggie asked, her throat dry. Knowing it might be somewhat a double standard, a ménage with another female didn’t interest her. The idea of Vladei touching another woman made a wave of jealous anger rise in her chest.
“No,” Vladei shook his head, not even stopping to consider the idea. “Another woman to pleasure would take away the focus of the first woman. We have found these relationships don’t work as well for the women, as it puts the focus on the man. Only rarely do such things occur, but it is not normal for us. I myself do not wish it.”
“Doesn’t all this make it awkward amongst the crew?”
“My crew knows their place. They would never dare to make you feel uncomfortable, or else they’d be stripped of their position.”
“Your crew?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes.” He nodded. “You did not know this? I am…you would call it Captain? Admiral? President? Leader? I am not sure which one. This is my ship to command.”
“You’re the what?” she asked, her eyes wide.
He smiled. “It pleases me to know that you did not know. It removes any concerns I might have had that you would accept me only because of my position of power. I would like greatly to allow the others to gain pleasure as they watch us.”
“And you’re sure you wouldn’t be jealous?” Maggie asked.
“Why would I be? If you are my wife, you would belong to me. They would only be here to add to our pleasure. Besides, I feel bad for the others. Until the gods are ready to give them women of their own, they will not have a steady presence in their bed.”
Maggie nodded. Crazy as it sounded, she was drawn to the world he painted for her. She wanted it. And she especially wanted him.
Watching his eyes, she touched his nipples. They were hard, slightly bumpy to the touch. Curious, she ran her hands up to his shoulders, wrapping her fingers around to the back of his neck. Pulling his hair free, she felt the silky texture of it. His body jerked violently and he actually growled when she touched the ridge she found there. When he again looked down his eyes swirled with glints of purple and blue. His chest heaved with ragged breaths.
“Like that, do you?” she asked, smirking. He didn’t answer with words, but the intense look on his face was response enough. She felt her blood stir, pumping fiercely through her veins. Her hands seemed to have minds of their own as they continued to touch him. Walking around him, she explored his naked back and chest. Unable to help herself, she touched the neck ridge again. He jerked so hard his stomach contracted and his feet came off the floor.
She walked back around to his front, shivering when she saw the wild, untamed look on his face. She pushed his dark hair back, rubbing the ridge on his forehead. He moaned, softly.
Maggie glanced down. Seeing the blue tips on his hips, she bit her lip. Her voice husky, she said, “Tell me about consummation. Anything special or we just…consummate? I mean, if we do other things, does that count as consummation?”
“You must drink from me,” he groaned, his eye closed tight, “and me from you. Once we share essences, it will be done.”
Finding hooks along his hip, she slowly parted them, loosening his pants. She touched a blue point. “Is this a tattoo?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes. A marking of my…ah…rank. It’s a tradition of sorts.”
Was he blushing? She couldn’t resist. Pulling his pants down over his hips, she freed his cock. It bobbed obscenely before her, tempting her, leaving her fighting the urge to demand he take her. He wore no underwear so it was easy to slip his pants down. Grunting slightly as she passed over a thin scar on his upper thigh, his body tensed. Before she knew it, her tongue had darted out and over the scar. His skin tasted divine.
He jerked, almost pulling free of her grasp. Maggie held tight to him, licking him once more. She wanted this too much.
Maggie pulled back and gasped. He was shaved clean, or maybe had no hair to begin with as his chest was also smooth. She was too stunned to see the place where he’d cut himself as a punishment. It didn’t look too bad anyway.
Just like she suspected from her dreams, he was largely endowed. But that wasn’t what startled her. It was the flesh of his cock. It was completely tattooed like a winged dragon. The blue tips on his hips were the
wings and the mushroomed cock head was the dragon’s head. It poked out at her like a serpent. Blues and reds created intricate scales from the tip of his shaft down over the balls. A tail wrapped around his upper thigh. The detail involved was amazing.
“It’s a dragon,” she said for lack of better words. Then it hit her. Wryly, she asked, “Taming the dragon?”
“It likes you,” he smirked, grinning widely. “And it really is a man’s favorite pet.”
Men, she thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Though to be fair, his was a dragon. Her dragon.
“Are you telling me you don’t have real dragons?”
“No, we have those as well, but this is the dragon that must be tamed. Believe me, its appetite for you is fierce.”
“Hmm.” Maggie ignored his joke, reaching forward to touch his cock. It was the strangest thing she’d ever seen and yet it was highly erotic. She petted the dragon’s head as if it were real. Running her fingers down the base of his shaft, she smiled. Being an alien’s wife really might not be so bad after all.
Vladei groaned, giving a pained chuckle. “That feels nice. Hurry and ask your questions while I can still use my head. If you keep that up, I’ll be in no condition to answer you.”
Chapter Five
Maggie stared Vladei’s body as he jerked. He used his strong muscles to pull off his shoes before kicking off the pants she’d left around his ankles. When he was done, he was naked before her. It was time to make a decision. She knew what her body wanted, but did she follow instinct and take a leap of faith, or did she play it safe and use logic. She knew the answer, even as logic fought it.
“Did it hurt to get done?” she asked, eyeing the tattoo. It was so detailed, so perfect, so a part of him, just like she wanted to be.
“Not as much as it hurts right now,” he grunted, giving her another adorably pained smile. “I’ve gone many days without release and you are testing my control.”
His cock was in her hand, so hard and ready for her, and her body was wet and ready for him. Vladei made small sounds of pleasure as she stroked him. Maggie became mindless in the euphoria of his nearness. His body called to hers and her hands willingly answered that call. Soon her lips followed and she was kissing and licking at his chest.
He tasted good, salty, sweet. Oh, and his smell—potent, raw, male. There was something primal to the way his body moved and tensed against her fingers and mouth. Before she realized it, she was biting at his flesh. He groaned, speaking to her in his rough language. The more she bit, the louder he cried out. She kissed a hard nipple, soon discovering that his darker flesh was the most sensitive. Sucking at his chest, she felt his muscles contract beneath her lips.
Then to her amazement, she felt his body shift as he lifted up. She pulled back, watching his arms come down from above. The chains moved, his wrists pulling at the shackles as he lifted himself up off the floor. The muscles of his arms bulged all the way up his neck and chest.
He glanced down his suspended body and grinned. Maggie panted in amazement. Seeing such a feat of strength was a definite turn-on. Slowly, she came to him, kissing at his stomach, running her hands over his chest. Vladei held the position and she knew that he wanted her to take his cock into her mouth. She kissed the tip, rolling her tongue over the dragon’s head. He jerked. His legs wrapped around her and she gasped in surprise as he thrust himself deep into her mouth.
She pulled back. He let her go. Maggie stumbled away from him. Panting, she said, “That position can’t be comfortable. Maybe we should let you down.”
Vladei slowly lowered his body in another great show of strength. Then, hopping lightly, he pulled his body into a flip, kicked at the sensor panel on his way around. The shackles were released and he landed neatly on his feet. Rising up, he said, “I don’t mind a little pain, but it will be as you wish. I want nothing more than to have you pleased with me.”
She realized he could’ve done that at any time. Now that he was free, his head lowered, his eyes stalking. Maggie trembled before his predatory grace. His large body loomed closer.
“How do you want me?” Vladei came closer, breathing hard. He looked like a reined beast, fighting for control. When she didn’t answer, he backed her up against the bed and urged, “Kneel before me so that you may drink my essence and we may finish the bond.”
Drink his essence? Maggie trembled. If his cum tasted anything like his addictive flesh, she would gladly do so. She began to go toward the bed.
“Ah, but first…” He glanced at her and, with a mighty rip, tore her shirt apart. She gasped as he freed her breasts. Rubbing them in his euphoria-inducing hands, he sent hot waves through her body. His very touch left her bending to his will, not that she wouldn’t have anyway. “Ah, beautiful. Later you will press them around my cock and let me enjoy their softness. I will take pleasure in fucking them.”
No man had ever said such bold things to her. It wasn’t a request. Vladei just assumed she’d be willing, as if such a thing were an everyday occurrence. These men were defiantly not like human males when it came to lovemaking. Just as they didn’t understand sarcasm, they obviously didn’t get embarrassed by sexual acts. His bold confidence excited her.
Suddenly, she understood the life he was offering her. She’d be pleasured and waited on by handsome men, without the jealousy of an insecure husband. In fact, her husband would enjoy watching her get pleasure from others, so long as she saved her heart and pussy for him.
Vladei proceeded to strip her of her pants. When she was naked, he urged her down on the bed. She kneeled before him, kissing a trail down his magnificent body. This was what she wanted. He was what she wanted. She felt it in her soul. He encouraged her mouth down so she could suck him. Maggie tried to tease him by lightly licking at the shaft. He groaned, obviously past the point of being teased as he maneuvered his cock into her mouth. She kept her eyes open, watching the erotic tattoo jutting out from his lean hips, as she worked her mouth over him, taking this thick length to the back of her throat only to pull away and do it again. Reaching down, she grabbed his balls, rolling them in her palm.
Maggie didn’t mind oral sex but this time was slightly different. His scent, his salty sweet taste, it all took over, causing her to moan and suck wildly. She couldn’t get enough. It’s like when his hands touched her. His cock, his whole body, seemed to emit pheromones that just drove her body mad with lust. Her breasts tingled. Her pussy ached. She squeezed his balls tight, willing him to come.
Vladei tensed. The sweet essence of him flooded her mouth and she drank eagerly. His primal, warrior growl filled the room. Maggie pulled back, licking her lips, feeling as if she’d just conquered a wild beast. To her surprise, she found his cock was just as hard as before and looked just as eager.
Vladei lowered his chin. His sliver eyes swirled with blue and purple streaks. He tossed her back on the bed, instantly crawling over her. “My turn.”
His mouth moved over her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples until she was writhing beneath him. Maggie spread her legs, her pussy wet and needy, so ready to be dominated by the fierce dragon he wielded between his thighs. His essence did something to her, taking away any inhibitions. His large size didn’t frighten her. She wanted it, wanted him to fuck her good and long.
His cock brushed her thigh and she was so sure he was going to give her body what it wanted. Instead, he moved down her stomach, rimming her navel before dipping between her legs. Vladei bit the flesh of her inner thigh, nibbling his way to the small thatch of curls guarding her pussy. She looked down and he flicked his tongue toward her. She hadn’t realized just how long it was.
Gasping, she tensed as he delved down. His long tongue stroked her, working up inside her body only to pull out and twirl around her clit. She leaned up, watching his head between her legs. Damn, the man was gorgeous. He forced her legs further apart. Maggie thrust wildly against him, feeling as if he were her only anchor in the whole universe. Mindless with passion, she h
eard her own voice pleading with him for more, to never stop. It was too much, felt too good. She squirmed, clamping her legs down tight against his head. He growled, vibrating her with the husky tone of his voice. The tension built and she came with a jolt. He groaned, noisily lapping up her cream.
Vladei arched back when the tremors subsided, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His voice hoarse, he said, “I feel you in me. We are joined. You are my wife.”
She watched him stroke the dragon between his thighs, understanding what he meant. They were joined. Somehow, their bodies had become one. She felt his desire, his every motion—in the way his eyes took her in, the way his mouth curled at the side in contentment. The look on his face was more intimate than sex could ever be. Watching his large fist swallowing the tip of his thick cock, she grinned. Sex definitely had some advantages though.
“Now you must tame the dragon,” he said.
Maggie pushed up, not the least embarrassed by her nakedness because she could tell by the heated look in his eyes how it made him feel to look at her. She pushed him on his back, slinking her body along his, caressing him with her whole body as he kissed her mouth. His long tongue teased her lips until she sucked it deep within her mouth.
Pulling back, she asked, “How does the dragon want to be tamed?”
Vladei sat up, pulling her onto his lap so she straddled his thighs. His large cock brushed her slit and she cried out. She’d just come, but her need was more urgent than before.
“This is crazy,” she cried, moaning as she lifted up.
Vladei grabbed her hips, keeping her from thrusting down on him. He teased her with his cock, driving her mad with lust. “No, this is fate.”
Maggie couldn’t take it. Why was he hesitating? Why was he teasing her? She needed him in her. Why wasn’t he fucking her?
Vladei growled as if hearing her frantic thoughts. He pulled her down on him. He filled her up, stretching her body wide. She gasped, the sensation more vivid than anything she’d ever experienced.
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