But the human memories that still dwelled within were confused and wary. They didn’t understand this newfound passion, didn’t comprehend how she could love someone she’d just met so fully and completely. Like she’d die without him near her.
“What are you thinking?” he murmured, his gaze coming up to meet hers.
Dot blew out a breath. How could she explain this? “I hardly know you,” she muttered. “I just don’t understand why I’m feeling like I am.”
One side of his mouth slowly lifted into a mischievous grin. God, he was handsome. Everything she’d ever asked for in a man but never thought she’d have. “‘Tis my wicked big cock.”
Or almost everything, she thought on a grunt. “I’m being serious.”
“I know.” He sighed, the universal sound of a man who didn’t feel like exploring the how and the why, just accepting things as is. But, to his credit, he explored them with her anyway. “The longer we are together, the more you will understand. ‘Tis no way for me to explain it, zya. Not really.”
That she could believe. “Do you feel confused too?”
“Nay.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “I’ve grown up this way my entire life. I’ve got nothing to look back on and compare it against.” He didn’t smile, he rarely did that, but his eyes were on fire. “You are my one, my only,” he murmured. “There could never be another for me.”
That did things to her heart she couldn’t begin to describe. How a spinster like her could end up with a gorgeous man like this—who wanted only her no less!—was beyond wonderful. And better yet, she felt the same way about him.
“I feel the same way,” she said on a soft smile. “And yet the confusion remains.”
“One day there will be no confusion. One day all parts of your mind will accept what is true.”
That sounded so arrogant. And yet she knew he was right. What’s more, it’s exactly what she needed to hear.
“Lay thy head down upon me, vorah,” Vaidd commanded, yawning. When she complied, he squeezed her affectionately. “We’ve six entire lives together. All will be well. On the morrow we can talk more of this.”
“Six lives?” she said excitedly, her head bobbing up. “But how can—”
He grunted as he placed a gentle finger to her lips. “Verily, the god of speech did not overlook you when handing out things to say.”
She frowned. He grinned.
Dot’s heart sped up. He had a beautiful smile.
“On the morrow then,” she said, imitating his words. She loved the way it made her sound all British! “We can talk then.”
* * * * *
Vaidd awoke to the feel of his Bloodmate licking his stiff cock. He sucked in a breath, his stomach muscles clenching, as he watched her go down on him. Her eyes were closed, a dreamy smile on her face, as she nigh unto suckled him blind.
He swallowed heavily. The stories of primitive females were true. Native Khan-Gori females would never think to do such a thing in so far as he was aware. Only the female yenni would suckle a Barbarian.
Catching her hair and holding it away from her face so as not to impede his view, Vaidd’s eyelids grew heavy as he watched Dot’s warm, suctioning mouth work up and down the length of his manhood. She sucked on him slowly, savoring him as though his cock was a favorite treat.
His balls were so tight they felt ready to explode.
“That’s it,” he said hoarsely, “love me with your mouth, little one.” His toes curled as he watched her take him in, the sound of saliva meeting hard flesh further arousing him.
“Mmmm,” Vaidd purred, lying back on an elbow. He guided her head with his hand, indicating he wanted suckled faster.
Dot met his challenge, fulfilled his desire. She sucked on his cock faster, her head bobbing up and down with the effort.
Vaidd hissed out his pleasure, his balls getting impossibly tighter. His jaw clenched and his teeth gritted as he watched his wife suck him off, suctioning his cock into her throat over and over, again and again.
“Dot.”
He burst on a loud growl that resonated throughout their lair. His cum spurted up, and she was quick to drink of him. Dot lapped at him with more proficiency than any female yenni, even sucking the hole at the tip to make sure not a single drop of his essence had been missed.
His breathing was labored as her head slowly came up. An eyebrow rose at the devilish look on her face. “Aye?” he panted.
She licked her lips, making him gulp. Never had he seen a woman of any species so sexy as this one. “Now that I’ve got you just like I want you…” Dot tantalizingly climbed up on his chest and stretched her gorgeous body out on him. “I’ve got a few questions that the speech god gave me to ask you.”
Vaidd threw his head back and laughed. A twinkle in his eye, he grabbed both well-rounded cheeks on her backside and kneaded them like the treasures they were. “Ask away. I would never wish to displease the speech god.”
Epilogue
Vaidd had answered all of Dot’s questions that morning in their lair. And oh boy had she had quite a few! She smiled at the memory as she sat on the floor with her first litter—a son and two daughters—and taught the adorable three-year-old pups how to shape-shift.
“Vazi,” her daughter, Nitara, inquired. Nitara had been named for Vaidd’s favored sister. “When will papa be home?”
“Aye, when, vazi?” her two other pups chirped in.
Dot smiled, unadulterated happiness enveloping her every single time one of her babies called her vazi—mommy. She sometimes had to pinch herself to remind her human memories that this wasn’t all a dream.
Vaidd, she conceded, had been right when he’d told her that one day her mind would fully accept the truth for what it was. It hadn’t taken long. Maybe—oh…a whole day!
“He’ll be home soon,” she promised. He’d only been gone an hour, long enough to go barter for some of her favorite candies from the local merchant. He planned to trade two female yenni for a six-months supply. Why? She was pregnant again and Vaidd had found during the first litter that the candies in question were her favorites. “Now don’t you want to surprise papa by showing off how good you are at shape-shifting?”
Nitara popped the thumb out of her mouth. “Nay.” Her piece spoken, she popped it back in. Dot could only giggle.
By the time Vaidd returned, his pups were ready to pounce, and pounce they did. Dot stayed on the floor, smiling as she watched her Bloodmate play with them, wondering why it was that human bonds never fully developed to the extent that Khan-Gori ones did. The babies couldn’t stand for either parent to be out of their sight. Usually human children preferred one parent’s presence to the other.
Khan-Gor, as it turned out, was a pretty fascinating place to live. A medieval realm in some ways—especially in terms of fashion and how the caved cities and marketplaces looked. A primitive realm in other ways—especially in terms of the whole drinking each other’s blood and hunting dinner for yourself thing. And a technologically advanced realm in yet other ways—especially in terms of the weaponry and space-traveling ships that could be found here. Khan-Gor was yin and yang, ancient and advanced, modern and a throwback.
It was perfection.
Well, Dorothy, there’s no place like home…
This was her home, the large cave-lair that boasted thirty chambers, a vast dining hall, and a world of comfort. This was her family, the babies and husband that she loved so much. She couldn’t imagine life without them, and didn’t want to either.
Later, after the pups had been fed and put to bed, Vaidd turned to Dot with those smoldering, blazing eyes of his. She rose to her feet and held her arms up to the giant. He picked her up so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him like he’d never been kissed before.
“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.
He gave her an affectionate squeeze. “And I love you, my little one.”
Their tongues danced and dueled, and before
long Vaidd was hard as a rock. Dot purred into his mouth, rubbing her pussy against his erection. Not one to miss a mating moment, her Bloodmate carried her to their bedchamber and laid her on the soft animal hides so that he could love her properly.
“You have that devilish twinkle in your eyes, my love,” Vaidd murmured as he settled himself on top of her.
She grinned. That’s because she loved sex. Lots and lots of sweaty, pumping, pounding, gloriously wicked, undeniably naughty, kinky as all hell S-E-X with a capital S for Sex. And, she conceded, because she loved him and would be forever grateful to whatever power brought her to this place. Oh and there was one other reason for the devilish twinkle in her eyes, too…
“Well,” she said in her Marilyn Monroe whisper, “I was thinking we could get a little kinky tonight.”
Vaidd grunted. He slashed a definitive hand through the air. “Nay. There will be no shoving one of those toys of yours up my arse this eve.” He sniffed. “I’m not in the mood. Leastways, not now.”
Dot chuckled. He loved her latest invention, “Annie-In-My-Arse”, and he damn well knew it. Annie had developed quite a few devoted fans in the merchant stalls for a reason. Dot was certain her husband would be in the mood before long. But for now…
“I love you,” Dot breathed out as Vaidd sank into her welcoming, tight flesh. Oh how she loved him!
“I love you, too, zya,” Vaidd whispered between kisses to her neck. He lifted his head and smiled. “Now and forever, you are my one and only.” His sexy, light brown eyebrows rose. “Even if you do like putting wicked toys up your Bloodmate’s arse.”
About the author:
Jaid Black is a novelist for Ellora’s Cave and, most recently, Berkley/Jove. Her earlier (steamy but not erotic) titles can be found under the pen name Tia Isabella. A single mother, Jaid and the kids enjoy traveling together as time allows. When Jaid gets her way, which usually involves a lot of begging and dire threats, they head toward Europe. When the kids get their way, which is usually the case, they head for Disney World.
In addition to writing erotic romances, Jaid also collaborates on horror novels and screenplays (horror and romantic comedies) with fellow EC author Claudia Rose. Their joint pen name is Millar Black.
Jaid welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, Suite 13, Stow OH 44224.
Also by Jaid Black:
Warlord
God Of Fire
The Possession*
Sins of the Father
Tremors
The Obsession
Vanished
Death Row: The Trilogy*
The Fugitive
The Hunter
The Avenger
Politically Incorrect Tale:
Stalked
Trek Mi Q’an:
Empress’ New Clothes*
Seized*
No Mercy*
Enslaved*
No Escape♦
No Fear♦
Dementia*
Anthologies
The Hunted*
Enchained*
* in print
♦ print book Conquest
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