by Shae Mills
Chelan let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her body as he began his masterful penetrations, every stroke beautifully controlled, every thrust deliciously deep. Then he stopped, and she looked to him; his azure eyes were pools of heated desire. He took her lips with his, their kiss long and tender, their bonding the very entanglement of their souls.
Then slowly, with unparalleled strength and prowess, he crouched to the floor, still deep within her. He laid her back as he moved to his knees and began caressing her internally once again. One arm supported her hips as he tilted himself high into her. Only her head touched the floor, her back arched in a graceful curve, her silken mane splashed about her like a sunburst. He reached forward to her chest, spreading his fingers wide between her breasts, and played down her flesh, stopping just above her femininity. He continued his slow deep strokes and then entered her moistness with his thumb. The instant he touched her clit, she came, arching so dramatically that Korba marveled at her spine's flexibility. Her legs clenched about him, squeezing him hard, her internal muscles pulsing against his thickness.
When her tremors passed, he resumed his pelvic motions, his full organ massaging her in the most sensual and wondrous way. She looked up at him, and her heart sang; the being before her was breathtaking. He was colossal, his muscles bulging with strength and exertion, his long hair hanging about him in an ebony veil. His smooth skin glistened with moisture, his controlled motions exuding power and supremacy. She closed her eyes, her hands feathering over her own breasts as a pressure built from within her.
Then, as if reading her perfectly, he intensified his thrusts, and just as she peaked, he drove into her and threw his head back, allowing his own orgasm to tear through him. His cut muscles rippled with release, sheets of undulations surging over him. When he next looked at her, his azure eyes were molten, and she could tell that he was far from finished with her.
He remained still as their tremors abated, and then he slipped out of her depths. She looked at him, his distended member glistening with her cream, but it was hardly sated, and neither was he. She released her legs from his waist and slid down his thighs. Then she moved to her knees before him. She brushed his thick, black hair from his face and raked her sharp nails down his moist chest. She bit her lip coyly and looked at him through hooded lashes as a thought flashed through her mind. If she was his sexual quarry, then he would have to capture her.
His hand fisted his rock-hard organ, and he rose over her. "Lay back," he rumbled.
Chelan faltered, the look of his hand sliding along his own slick penis nearly undoing her resolve. But she would not be distracted. Disobeying him, she bent to him, taking his tip in her mouth, tasting her own arousal. Then she sucked him hard as she slipped her hand under his heavy testicles and began squeezing him. She heard him moan and felt his hair as it fell forward onto her back. She caressed him, licked him, and teased him until he was on the very edge, and then she released him and sidled back from him.
He looked at her with wildcat eyes, his chest rising and falling deeply. He reached for her, but she rebuffed him. Then she sat down and leaned back on her hands, letting her long hair cascade behind her. Slowly, she drew her knees up and parted her legs salaciously. She saw him stop breathing, his eyes narrowing. She backed up a bit more. Then she raised one hand to her breast and fondled her nipple. She saw him tense. Her hand began down her body, and she slipped her fingers into her silky wetness. He looked like he was ready to strike. Chelan almost winced when she looked at his organ, his penis so enlarged it looked painful. Then she smiled to herself. She had him completely possessed. "If you want me again," she baited, "you'll have to fight for me."
Korba felt deranged in a way he had never experienced before. He watched as her fingers caressed her swollen labia and disappeared in and out of her hot well. Then she arched to her own touch as she began small circles over her inflamed clit. His throat was parched, and his penis burned. He felt his balls contract, the ache so intense it was nearly intolerable. The more she teased, the crazier he became. He wanted to take her so hard he knew he would kill her.
He beat back his raging impulses and began toward her on his hands and knees, stalking her. Then he looked to her glistening folds, and he crouched low to the floor before her, ready to bury his face in her soft heat and bathe in her sexual nectar. But just as he was about to ravage her orally, she stunned him by leaping nimbly to her feet.
Chelan knew exactly what she was doing. She had been warned, but she wanted her Overlord to take her in a frenzied state. She wanted to drive him wild, and she knew precisely how to do it. She sprinted out of the workout area, intending on making it into their chambers, but he was on her instantly.
He captured her and slung her over his shoulder as he catapulted up the stairs. There he tossed her through the air as easily as he would cast a pillow. She landed on her back and immediately attempted to scramble away, but he grabbed her legs and yanked her to him. She could hear a deep guttural purr of gratification from his chest as he whipped her onto her stomach. She grabbed at the sheets, trying to orient herself and catch her breath, but her Overlord allowed no such quarter.
Korba felt maniacal, and he thought he was going to orgasm from the chase alone. But he wanted to be in her, so deep and hard in her that she would finally know what absolute possession was. He pinned her hands above her head, shoved her legs apart, and entered her forcefully. He spread his legs wide as he penetrated her relentlessly, orgasm after orgasm pounding through him. Then he released her arms and grabbed her hair. He pulled her head back and cleaved into her again, his pelvis rocking her, but she arched even more, raising her hips off the bed and encouraging him further. And just when he felt she could take him no more, she surprised him yet again.
Korba released her hair and watched as she gathered her knees under her. He had just begun to gain control of himself when he looked at her beautiful bottom displayed to him for the taking. He groaned and leaned forward, parting her wide with his hands and running his tongue along her length. Then he lapped at her, swallowing her juices and coating himself with her scent. Finally he pressed his tongue to her nodule, and she shuddered, crying out as she her hands knotted in the sheets.
But she did not sink to the bed as he expected. Instead, she backed to him in open invitation. He rose to his knees to meet her, but this time he slipped into his alabaster beauty gently. "God, woman," he growled.
Chelan smiled and reached between her legs and felt for his lustful weight. She grasped him hard as he hunched over her, his hands sliding to her breasts. She shivered with ecstasy as he kissed and licked her salty back, his fingers plucking her ripe nipples. "I love you, my Lord," she whispered.
Korba closed his eyes and then reached for her hard clit. He had only to brush her, and she came again. This time she wilted to the bed, drawing him down with her. Korba remained embedded in her, withdrawing and entering her one last time, allowing himself the same gentle release. Then he lay gently on her, both of them bathing in the aftermath of their all-consuming love and lust.
Korba finally allowed his softness, and he slid smoothly from her depths. He gathered her in his arms and hugged her tight. He kissed the top of her head. "Maybe it is a mistake to present you at the Koll, my Lady. I would rather spend the rest of my life here, buried within you."
Chelan smiled. "Too late now, my Lord. The die has been cast."
He smiled down at her. "Maybe, but right about now I am ready to relinquish my command and spend the rest of my life enjoying all that you offer, a true feast for the mind, body, and soul."
Chelan kissed his chest. "Keep your command, and if you keep me close we can do this endlessly."
"Nothing would make me happier," he rumbled. He rolled her to her back and nuzzled into her neck. Dar's scent was gone, replaced by his own. And it was going to stay that way if he could help it. He did not want trouble from his friend, but he would meet Dar head-on if necessary.
His fingers t
railed down her body, and she instantly opened to him yet again. He ran his tongue over her breasts and down to her lean abdomen. He looked at his bronze fingers splayed over her powder-white flesh, her moist skin beckoning to him. He lifted himself over her and then settled between her parted thighs. He looked up at her, her loving eyes upon him, and she smiled contentedly.
Korba nearly melted. He shifted directly on to his stomach, his hands surrounding her hips. Once again he looked at her flat stomach, and images of her mounding with his child washed over him, drugging him with happiness. He felt her fine fingers tangle in his hair as he kissed her abdomen with reverence, his lips lingering.
"What are you thinking, my Lord?" she whispered.
Korba laid his head on her pelvis, the scent of her womanhood filling him with awe. "I'm thinking about how deeply in love I am with you in every way." He watched as he touched her sweetness lightly, and she instantly moved her hips to meet his feathered invitation. "What are you thinking, my Lady?" he asked huskily as he parted her gently.
Chelan gasped, the cool air settling on her swollen, heated flesh. Her hands took her own breasts. "I'm thinking that I want you forever. I'm thinking that I want you inside me, endlessly. I'm thinking that I want your child, and I'm thinking that I've married a deity."
Korba smiled, tipping down, his tongue barely meeting her nodule. And there he stopped, salivating at the thought of all that he was going to do to her.
Chelan's body trembled, his warm breath on her innermost recesses driving her to distraction.
"What do you want?" he finally asked, his voice a deep hush. When she did not answer, he began swirling his tongue over her, barely touching her.
Chelan cried out, arching off the bed. "Oh god, you," she whimpered. "Only you."
Korba smiled. She was his... forever his.
Epilogue
Chelan awoke to a small tremor. She remained very still, trying to identify what had disturbed her slumber. Contentedly entangled within the sheets, she turned to nestle into Korba, but he was gone. Her brow furrowed. He had held her throughout the night as they both recovered from yet another marathon of passionate lovemaking, and she assumed that he would still be with her. Maybe he had gone for a shower.
She slid out of bed and into her gown. She held her breath, her ears straining. The ship sounded different somehow, and she was puzzled. She walked cautiously out of her chambers and toward the Command Center. Suddenly, her entire world rocked, pitching her to the floor.
Chelan glanced around wildly and then cringed, covering her head as metal screamed and twisted around her. Her heart pounded as she lurched to her feet. She ran out into the Command Center just as the massive central console came crashing down, shrapnel exploding everywhere. She screamed, barely avoiding certain death. She scrambled along the stairs and bolted out in to the corridor desperately seeking the guards. But they were gone.
Frantically, she looked in both directions, but the halls were mysteriously empty. The ship rocked violently again, and Chelan was brutally tossed against the wall and then tumbled to the floor. Whipping her hair back, she cleared her vision and pushed to her feet. She began running in search of someone, anyone, but all the passages were eerily deserted. Redirecting toward the officers' quarters, she sprinted as fast as she could, stumbling and regaining her balance as another convulsion hit the giant ship. She rounded a corner and came to a skidding halt just as the lights dimmed ominously.
Grasping at her chest, she tried to catch her breath. Then she was in motion again, searching desperately. Huge explosions sounded close, and the heaving vessel threw her down once again. She clamped her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening roar. When the bombardment settled she skittered to her feet just as the ebony form stepped out in front of her.
Chelan's heart stopped. Instinctively, she registered foe. The midnight figure withdrew his hand from his shroud and pointed the gun at her. Chelan screamed and lunged for the door to her right, praying that it would open and allow her escape.
It did, and she dove through it, sprawling out onto frozen ground. She spit dirt from her mouth, her mind temporarily not comprehending. She squinted at the brown earth, trying to make sense of what was happening. Then she rolled to her back and froze. For as far as she could see, the giant ship lay in ruins about her.
She staggered to her feet, looking at the opening through which she had plunged, its door still gaping, the lights in the hall flickering. Then she cowered at the shrieking roar overhead, a high-speed fighter strafing the world around her. She dropped to the ground, dirt and rocks pummeling her from all directions.
She peered up just in time to see the obsidian warbird rise skyward and disappear in a blink. Chelan stood on unsteady legs, her chest heaving, her gown in tatters. She looked beyond the immediate devastation and headed toward a ridge in the distance. Running as fast as she could, her bare feet bruising on the exposed rocks, she scanned the heavens for more fighters. She clawed her way up the slope, desperate to get away from the burning cruiser, the acrid smoke singeing her lungs. She reached the top just as a percussion bomb hit, the earth collapsing beneath her. She toppled forward, tumbling for what seemed an eternity, her skin abrading against the harsh, alien land. When she finally came to a stop, she was too sore to move. Tears streamed down her face, and she cried out loud. She tried to rise, but her legs were unresponsive. She glanced around through her tangled hair, but the smoke was too thick to reveal anything.
She slumped back to her stomach, her fists clenching the dirt spasmodically while she sobbed. Then suddenly, everything became hauntingly quiet. Chelan winced and held very still, but all was strangely serene. She took a couple of shallow breaths, not daring to move. The noxious air began to clear, and she felt an icy breeze ripple over her exposed flesh. She squinted at her hand, where small flakes of snow were landing and instantly melting.
She tried to clear her mind, trying to fathom what had just occurred, but she was disoriented, too dazed to make sense of anything. She focused once again on her skin, realizing through the shock that was consuming her that she was becoming very cold.
She groaned; every muscle she possessed was tormented by pain. She pushed up, her arms straining, but still her legs refused to budge. She reached back and touched them, relived to be able to feel her hand. Gritting her teeth, she gathered all her strength and labored as hard as she could. They responded as if made of lead, but finally moved to her bidding. She gasped for air, the exertion that such small endeavor demanded of her overwhelming.
She looked in front of her, the wall of dirt and debris from which she had plummeted blocking any thoughts of escape from wherever she had fallen. Her head sagged between her hunched shoulders as she struggled to her knees. She panted and clamped her eyes shut, trying to clear her vision. Then she slumped onto her hip and rolled to her back, too exhausted to do anything more. She cleared her hair from her face, and instantly she was torn through by terror as the sinister figure loomed before her once again.
Chelan screeched, and with every ounce of strength left in her, tried to scuttle backward away from the harbinger of death descending upon her. She kicked as hard as she could against him, but he grabbed her ankles and wrenched her to him. Chelan tried to twist, but his hold on her was viselike, his fingers bruising her. He grabbed her thighs roughly and slammed her against him, her legs splayed wide for his taking.
Chelan was beyond herself with fear. She pitched toward him and beat him as hard as she could about the head, but he grabbed her wrists, nearly breaking her arms as he pinned them roughly above her. She was immobile, and she watched in horror as he reached with one hand inside his shroud, releasing himself. He then leaned forward over her and slowly removed his hood.
Chelan's lungs seized as she looked up into the hard, cruel, dark eyes. He sneered at her and growled, "You are mine!" and Chelan screamed as he ripped into her body.
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Chelan lurched, her stomach heaving, her l
ungs constricted. She tumbled out of the bed and crashed to the floor. "Korba!" she cried. She struggled to her feet, her eyes wildly searching her surroundings. She threw her gown over her head and then plunged out into the Command Center, its bright lights temporarily blinding her. She shielded her eyes, her breathing coming in labored sobs. She eyed the huge monitors warily, edging her way along the far wall, afraid that any moment they would fracture and tumble.
Near the entry doors she stopped and looked down. Her gown was perfect, her body whole, but she was covered in sweat. She grabbed at her head and closed her eyes, trying to get her bearings. Then she froze, fearing that the corridors would be empty.
She bolted through the entry, running headlong into Yanis's arms. "My Lady!" he gasped. Chelan frantically grabbed for his hood, wrenching it off. The warrior was beside himself over her distress, but he had no idea what was causing her state of panic.
Chelan looked into his azure eyes, and then she collapsed against him, her tears streaming, her body convulsing with sobs.
Yanis sank to the floor with her, signing to one of his men to hale Korba and the rest to search the Command Center. He hugged her tightly and stroked her quaking back. "My Lady," he implored. "What has happened?"
But Chelan was too overcome, and she could only cry. Korba flew down the corridor, grabbing her and looking at Yanis for answers. The warrior could only shake his head. The armed guards hurried out of the Command Center. "All clear, my Lord."
Korba signed to them, and they whirled in a flurry of black, the whole ship put on high alert. Then he gathered her in his arms and strode into the Center, the doors sealing behind him. He sat on the stairs and wrapped her tightly in his shroud. Her whole body emanated with the undeniable scent of pure terror, and he began to rock her. "Chelan," he whispered. "What has happened?"
Chelan gasped, clenching his shroud in her fists. She frantically buried her face in his neck, her quaking body burrowing into him as though to crawl right inside.