by Shae Mills
Korba remained very still. "It's all right, Chelan. Nothing from the past or the future can change my feelings for you."
She studied him. "When you returned... what you saw..." She looked down at the floor. "Fremma and I were going to..." Her voice trailed off.
"There was nothing wrong with that."
She squirmed. "Still, I feel almost disloyal..."
Korba reached for her, holding her head firmly between his hands as he kissed her long and deep. Then he withdrew. "Shhh..." he consoled. "All that matters is now."
Chelan was left breathless by his heavenly kiss. She closed her eyes. "I want you."
Korba tasted her lips again. "And I want you, my Lady. But there is no rush. With all that has happened..."
Chelan shook her head and looked at him longingly. "No, I need you now more than ever." Her voice became a light, desirous whisper. "I want you... all of you... now."
Korba's fingers caressed her soft cheeks as he looked deep into her eyes, making sure that she was indeed ready.
Chelan smiled shyly. "I'm actually nervous," she confessed softly.
Korba drew her into him. "We'll go slow," he breathed as he kissed her forehead. "We have forever." He touched her face gently, his fingers feathering over her petal soft skin, his eyes drinking in her splendor as he traced her supple lips. "I won't hurt you, Chelan. I promise." And with that, he picked her up off her feet as though she were weightless and carried her down the Command Center stairs. There, he sat in his chair and nestled her into his body. He pressed a console button.
"Bridge, my Lord."
"Report?" requested Korba, and he smiled at Chelan, his fingers grazing over the contours of her features.
"All's fine, my Lord. Ships continue to arrive, but there have been no problems."
"Good. I want any issues that arise to continue to be diverted to Commander Dar for the next full day. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sire. Commander Dar will be on the Bridge himself during that time."
Korba kissed Chelan again as he reached for a second button, but he faltered, determined to savor her beauty for a moment longer before he proceeded. Finally, he released her and pressed the switch.
"Yes, my Lord."
"I want the guard outside my door doubled, Yanis, and I don't want anyone to disturb me for the next full day. No one! Is that understood?"
"Understood, Sire."
"And that's through any entry, Yanis!"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Thank you," he replied quietly. Korba smiled at Chelan. Then, cradling her in his arms, he stood and walked with her into the subdued lighting of his chambers. There, he set her down gently by the side of the bed.
She glanced at her surroundings, and then looked up at him. "It almost seems surreal to be here again, with you."
"I feel the same way," he whispered. He stroked her hair. "When Dar took you to RIBUS 8, I, too, slept elsewhere, unable to stay here among your memories." He raised her face up to his, and he smiled down at her. "And I slept alone."
Chelan quivered and hugged into him, his words once again bathing her in the warm waters of tranquility. She loved this man so much.
She held him for a few moments longer before she boldly kissed his lips, her tongue meeting his in a mutual caress. Korba released her and slipped his gloves and jacket from his body. Feeling his naked chest bared to her, Chelan dared to look at the long scar traversing his breast. The area was swollen, and the bruising blended into his bronze flesh. Her fingers traced it softly, and then she kissed it gently, her lips lingering.
Korba closed his eyes to her healing touch, wishing with all his heart that he had allowed her to help him earlier. Then he looked down, his hands feathering to her slender shoulders. His fingers brushed over the straps of her gown, and then he paused. The feelings stirring through him at this moment were unreal. Beneath his hands he now caressed an angel, his angel. As a deep, primal craving pervaded his body, he began pulling the garment over her breasts, the alabaster beauty finally revealed.
Chelan fought the urge to cover herself. Bashfully, she looked away and closed her eyes as the cool air whispered over her sensitive nipples. It was finally going to happen. She was going to make love with the black-haired god before her. Her ultimate dream would come true.
Korba drew her hands together in front of her and kissed them tenderly. Then he took her pink lips once again, caressing her mouth with his tongue as his fingers slid down her arms to her sides. Their descent faltered briefly, the soft curve of her full breasts sending shivers throughout his hard body. Then he continued over her silky skin to her waist. There, his arms surrounded her, and he pulled her into him. He closed his eyes and nearly melted at the feel of her soft breasts spreading over his hot flesh.
She rose onto her toes, her arms surrounding his neck, her kiss deepening. His hands flowed over her hips, taking her gown with them. He let it drop soundlessly to the floor. His fingers played gently over her perfectly toned bottom and then wound their way back up her sleek back.
Chelan released his lips and hugged him close, her fear of what was to come edging in on her happiness. Calling on all her mental discipline, she did her best to package her past, delivering it to a deep, dark crevasse where she prayed it would stay. She wanted to concentrate on him and him alone, pleasing him as much as he deserved to be pleased.
Korba rubbed her back, feeling her apprehension, but he was patient. He had waited twelve long Iceanean years for this, twelve long years of abstinence and war, and he would savor each slow, luscious moment eternally.
Smoothly, he knelt before her, looking deep into her beautiful eyes. He kissed her lips briefly and then watched her carefully as he moved a hand to her breast. Her fingers ran through his thick black hair as she encouraged his touch, and he began to knead her ever so softly. He looked down at her breasts and felt a surge of warmth so forceful he thought his very soul would melt. Her dark pink nipples were hard, yearning to be tasted. And he complied, his tongue tentatively touching her before he relished her with his mouth.
Chelan moaned, and Korba responded immediately to her vocalization, taking in as much of her breast as he could, sucking her delicately. Unexpectedly, a searing bolt of electricity shot through his body, and he was rendered temporarily stunned by the intensity of his feelings. But his attention was quickly diverted from himself as he felt her waver, her knees weakening at his oral caress, her hands grasping for his massive shoulders. He supported her as he withdrew from her momentarily, his own body strangely effete. But he could not stay away from the ample femininity she offered, and he turned his attention to her other breast. His mouth and tongue expertly tantalized her while his fingers played over her exposed, wet nipple, tenderly squeezing her, massaging her, milking her.
Chelan thought she was going to collapse. His simultaneous manipulations of her breasts were sending spasms of desire coursing through the depths of her pelvis. Her female parts ached, and she could feel a warm fluid coating her folds. She was his to take in any way he pleased.
Korba was nearly sent into delirium, the scent of her readiness intoxicating him. She hugged his head into her as his hands began their descent over her firm buttocks and down her smooth thighs. Then he released her breast as he stood, lifting her ready body onto his bed. Korba laid her on her back and slid up beside her. Chelan drew up her knees as she reached for him, her fine fingers tracing over his heavy muscles.
He looked down into her eyes and watched her face attentively. He kissed her briefly, his hand caressing her neck. Then his touch feathered down over her breasts to her abdomen, pausing as he once again tasted her sweet mouth. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up her silky thigh and rested his hand on top of her clenched knees. He slipped his fingers between them and watched as she closed her eyes, her body beginning to tremble. "Chelan," he whispered, "I want you to keep looking at me. I want to see your eyes, pretty woman."
Chelan nodded, and she swallowed hard as his hand began d
own her sensitive inner thighs. Her whole body tingled, heated desire mixed with trepidation. Her fingers bit into his shoulder.
"Shhh," he soothed. Korba watched her carefully. He would not scare her by proceeding too quickly. She deserved no more upheaval. Finally, his fingers reached her soft outer folds, and he rested his hand on her as he kissed her forehead, giving her time to adjust.
He, too, needed time to adjust. He had never had to ease any woman into the act of sex. Even the virgins of his world were eager when their time had come. But Chelan was special, and she was different, and his control was imperative to her acceptance and ultimately to her pleasure.
He looked deep into her eyes and slid his hand slowly back up her thigh to her knees. He nuzzled into her hair, his tongue tasting her ear. "Trust me, Chelan," he whispered as he kissed her earlobe. He felt her breathing ease and her muscles relax, and he smiled. Drawing her knee down toward him, he laid his leg over hers, delicately pinning her. Then he withdrew his hand completely and caressed her face, staring lovingly at the precious gift before him.
Chelan was unsure of how she felt about her trapped leg, but she knew it was ridiculous to resist. It would only take her that much longer before she could experience him, and she acceded to him. Releasing all the tension in her legs, she knotted her fingers in his thick mane and held his gaze. "I want you inside me..."
Korba felt a rush of carnal heat nearly overwhelm him at her submission, her soft plea forcing every fiber in his body to scream for immediate and explosive release. But he chained the ravenous animal within him, determined to savor every deliciously slow, tortuous moment of ecstasy offered to him.
He buried his face in her neck, his tongue tasting her, his lips raining soft kisses over her. Returning his hand to her exposed inner thigh, his fingers inched their way along her satin flesh, his touch tantalizingly delicate. His fingers finally brushed along the soft nest of exotic hair that protected her sensuous femininity, and he felt her suck in a breath. He hesitated, his fingertips lingering faintly over her until he felt her quiver in anticipation. Then, at long last, he traversed into her moistness.
Chelan gasped. The kiss of his fingers upon her most private flesh ignited her soul. She strained to be filled as only he could quench the ache from deep within her.
Korba felt her whole body tremble at his touch. But he truly didn't know who was more enraptured. With such a simple touch, his whole body was riddled with a desire so intense that he felt the wind knocked from his lungs. He was drugged senseless with passion.
Korba shook his head, clearing the daze that staggered him. With his fingertip, he began to run the length of her moist slit, her wet heat exhilarating him. Slowly, he penetrated her deeper and deeper, until he was immersed in her slippery flesh. Then he heard her whimper, and he stopped. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly. "Oh god, yes."
She was beyond okay. His intimate touch had caused her to transcend into another physical plane that she never knew existed. She wanted to touch him, all of him, but she was too weak. She was utterly helpless.
Korba kept his hand still while he hunched over and captured her hard nipple. He smiled as she moaned and arched her back. Only then did he begin to move his fingers again, gently fondling her, spreading her soft folds open and exposing her internal well to him. His fingers swirled around her opening, teasing until her hips rose to him, her body pleading to be penetrated. But he did not.
Lovingly, he ran his fingers over her swollen nodule, pressing down on either side of it, forcing the engorged bud to peak. Then he pressed his fingers together, squeezing her trapped flesh as he resumed his sensual caress.
She shuddered, every muscle in her body surrendering and clenching in unison. It was as if there were almost too many sensations to process at once. With any remaining resistance lost, she spread her legs wide for him.
Korba felt an instant rush of heat sear through his own loins. He began to suck her breast ardently as he stroked her, his experienced fingers forcing the small organ to harden and swell further. Then he laid his fingers flat against her and pressed in small, circular motions. Instantly, she cried out, the orgasm washing over her like a massive wave.
Her fists clenched, and her body contorted in unparalleled pleasure. He kept his hand against her as she rode out the undulating wave. She tried to catch her breath, but it was obvious he was far from done with her.
The Warlord could smell the fresh flood of ready moistness, and a deep rumble came from his chest as he thought of tasting her juices. Leaving her breast, he moved down to her firm abdomen and kissed her taut flesh. He laid his head on her stomach while he watched as his hand continued to manipulate her softness. He was spellbound.
Chelan looked down. He was magnificent. His shoulders were broad and powerful, his back plated in muscles of bronze. His long blue-black hair was splashed over her breasts, and what he was doing to her with his fingers stole the air from her lungs.
Korba drew in her sweet scent, and his mouth watered. Finally, unwilling to delay any longer, he pressed in near her moist opening and entered a finger into her hot depths. Her breathing constricted momentarily, and he withdrew. With relief, he watched as she arched her hips toward him, and he reentered her. She cried out, and Korba nearly lost himself. Retracting his finger, he looked at his glistening flesh, her scent of unconditional acceptance rousing him further. Lubricating a second finger, he entered her again and encountered her extreme tightness. He knew then that he could not make love to her painlessly.
Intercourse would have to wait, but that did not matter. What he desired now was to savor her sweet honey. He began to move down toward her, but he felt her tighten to his advance. Prudently, he backed off, knowing that she was too shy for his oral caress. She needed time to relax, and he needed time to work away at her inhibitions.
Korba rose up onto his elbow, removing his fingers from her. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth. "I won't hurt you," he whispered as he looked into her trusting eyes. Korba kissed her again briefly and then straightened up and moved between her legs. He kept his eyes on her as he knelt before her, his hands caressing her thighs.
Chelan was stiff once again, self-conscious about him being over her. She folded her arms over her breasts defensively and tried to close her legs against him. Touching her most intimate places was one thing, looking was quite another.
But Korba knew her resistance would be short-lived. Slowly, he drew her knees up and spread them gently. Before she could protest, he parted her moist lips with one hand and slid two fingers deep inside her.
Chelan began to rise off the bed, her anxiety consuming her. But Korba pressed up with his fingers, his other hand pressing down on her abdomen. He only hoped that she was similar to his own women, and he searched quickly for a small center of orgasmic pleasure. He knew he had found it when she moaned and eased back down, her breathing once again taking off. She arched herself toward his touch, and he smiled as he began to caress her inner warmth, her body responding to his finger's rhythm.
Korba took several deep breaths, the sight of her writhing body sending surges of raging need throughout his loins. He watched as her hands skimmed over her own breasts, every muscle in her beautiful body contracting and releasing as he stroked her inner tightness. Then he looked down and watched his powerful fingers disappear again and again into her velvety depths, and he shuddered, the carnal image sending him to new heights of desire.
But he wanted this time to come slowly, to build, and he withdrew his fingers, watching her tremble, her eyes opening to him. With a hand still on her abdomen, he slid his thumb down to her engorged clit and began to glide over it in small, tender circles, his touch almost gossamer.
Chelan's whole body quivered, longing for his penetration. Her hands clutched at his, but he continued his slow torture. Then her eyes widened as he brought his moist fingers to his mouth and consumed the wetness that coated them. She pressed back into the pillows, closing
her eyes, the sight of him tasting her essence causing every muscle in her body to seize with rapture.
Then he reinserted his fingers, exploring her, teasing her, stroking her, penetrating deep. He kept up his soft caress of her nodule as his fingers pressed hard against her vaginal wall, and suddenly, her whole body stiffened, her back arching off the bed as she cried out and gave in to another, deeper, more powerful peak.
Chelan's eyes opened wide as her body was consumed with spasms of profound pleasure. Tremor after tremor shot through every fiber of her being, her tight inner sanctum squeezing with ecstasy against the fingers that filled her. Then, ever so slowly, he withdrew from her depths, and she moaned, rolling to her side. She drew her knees up tight, her body wracked with aftershocks of pure joy. Chelan's eyes filled with tears of love. He had just given her everything.
Korba lay down behind her, coiling up with her, caressing her soft skin. He waited patiently and contentedly for her muscle spasms to subside. He pressed his lips into the back of her neck and held her tight while she recovered.
Warmth radiated from her. Uncurling, she turned to him and nestled into his chest. "Oh god," she breathed. "Where did you learn that?"
Korba smiled. "I learned it a long time ago, and I was afraid I had forgotten."
Chelan pressed into him and kissed his chest. "You have a good memory, my Lord."
Korba chuckled, pleased beyond words that he had given her so much elation, and even more pleased that she had allowed herself to experience it. He snuggled into the pillows and closed his eyes, pressing the little alien into his warmth.
Chelan looked up into his serene face and smiled to herself. She placed her hand against his chest, careful of his wound, and gently pushed him onto his back. Korba's eyes went wide as she knelt before him. Slowly, she extracted the blades from his boots and laid them carefully upon the floor. He watched her as she moved about him, her body oozing silken sensuality. She removed each of his boots, her golden brown hair cascading seductively over her sleek shoulders. She reached to his waist, running her fingers down his pelvis, and released all his splendid manhood, his erection magnificent.