"You're a well-endowed man, Felys.” Her breath was hot on his buttocks. “Now I want to see you."
And now he knew why she'd made him spread his legs. In the mirror he watched her drop onto her heels, twist around easily and sinuously lower herself onto her back. Grabbing his legs just above the knees, she pulled herself partially between his spread legs, and then stopped so that she was directly beneath him.
"Oh yes,” she murmured. “You look even better from here."
Running her fingertips lightly up the insides of his thighs, she drew those same maddening circles, and all the time she studied him from her vantage point. Her gaze seemed to burn on the skin of his scrotum.
They were both naked. She was lying on her back between his spread legs, looking her fill of him. Seeing him as no one ever had, not even him.
A most intimate view.
Oh my God, I'm going to explode!
Sweat trickled down his temple. His fists trembled with the effort of trying to hold back from exploding his seed. How can I be so aroused from just a few touches, a look?
Tera smiled carnally up at him and licked her lips slowly. Then again hooking her hands just above his knees, she lithely pulled herself through his spread legs and up onto her knees in a totally sensual move.
Sitting back on her heels, she grinned up at him. “Why, Illam, sweetie, I do believe you're a little turned on."
He actually snarled at her. Sexual frustration, sexual agony, sexual tension—it all beat at him in merciless lust. By God, if she doesn't do something soon, I'm going to take charge! I can't bloody take this much longer!
Those pale crystal blue eyes twinkled up at him. He knew she was aroused by her tight little nipples, but she had better control than he did right now—and why not? The little witch was giving the teasing, not being on the receiving end of it. Just wait until it's your turn, female!
She obviously read his expression correctly, and tapped his upper thigh—perilously close to his groin—playfully. “Now now, Illam. Just do as you're told, my feral. I promise it'll be well worth it.” She winked.
"Finish it!” he snarled.
"Oh my, no. Not yet.” Widening her eyes, she pushed herself upright onto her knees and bracing her hands on his thighs, she leaned forward so that her hot breath tickled his belly, and the throbbing head of his penis. Looking up at him guilelessly, she said, “I haven't finished playing."
He was going to die. He was going to fall flat onto his face and pump his seed right into the lush carpet. No, by God. He was going to grab the witch and toss her onto her stomach and—Oh Jocat! Illam's eyes practically rolled back into his head when Tera tapped his erection thoughtfully with one fingertip.
"I do believe I have never seen a thicker, longer, or more aroused penis in my life.” She gave the straining tip another little tap, nearly making Illam shoot through the roof. “No, I believe this is the best I've seen."
Running her fingertip up and down the rock-hard length, she nodded, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of his manhood.
He nearly shot his seed then and there. His scrotum pulled up tight, his insides coiled, his—oh my God!
Tera stopped his ejaculation by circling the base of his manhood firmly with finger and thumb and holding tight.
Illam saw stars. He gasped, almost unable to breath, as his eruption was halted. Sweat poured down his temples, his muscles bunched as he fisted his hands. His thigh muscles stiffened as he arched back, the delicious almost-agony making him snarl wildly. He dimly heard the deep, impassioned yowling, knew it was himself, and only by a thin thread did he hold onto his almost shattered instinct to allow the female to dominate at her chosen time.
He was dying. Gasping, blinking, he hissed his way back to reality. His legs were shaking. His hands were shaking. He was going to drop onto the floor any second.
"Stay right there.” Tera's command lashed out, making him jerk.
Making his staff jerk against her hand. Oh sweet mercy.
Tera showed no mercy. Knowing he was back in control, she leaned her head against his belly and nipped lightly. His manhood, still rigid, was cushioned by her body. And her hand was between his thighs, kneading his scrotum, pressing it up against the seam of his body before lightly tugging it downward then back up again.
"Tera,” he rasped. “Tera, please..."
Her tongue licked into his belly button then slid wetly down his lower abdomen, and she ensured she didn't touch his burgeoning erection, skimming past it with only the barest of a flick of her tongue now and again. When she reached his groin, she kissed the base of his straining manhood on the way to the other side, settling her tongue wetly in his groin once more before licking and nibbling her way back up to his belly button once more.
Illam knew he was going to die. He just knew he was going to collapse on the floor. He gave a low, harsh snarl. In the mirror he could see his face. His hair was flowing free, a thick lock of it falling over his shoulder. Sweat glistened on his chest. His muscles bulged from tension and self-imposed, but barely contained control. Golden eyes glowed deep and rich. His top lip was lifted at one corner as low, lust-filled growls came with each heaving breath he drew. His legs were braced apart, feet planted firmly in the lush carpet. His thick erection curved up against his stomach, straining past his belly button. Veins stood out in stark relief, and the head was angry, throbbing, demanding release.
And the elegant back view of Tera was in plain sight, reflected in the mirror. Curvaceous yet slim, her hair a shining length spilling wantonly down her back, moving as she dipped and trailed her lips over him. Worked him expertly into almost a frenzy, but she forced him to stay still for her ministrations with her one snapped order, an order he instinctively obeyed.
Suddenly Tera's nails dug into his buttocks and raked lightly down to the backs of his thighs. He looked down, and their gazes locked. All laughter and teasing had fled her, to be replaced with passion, determination, and carnality.
Placing her hand at the tip of his staff, she gripped him suddenly and ran her hand firmly down the whole length, jerking him from his momentary control by coming back up swiftly to grip him, pull him away from his belly, and then ... Sweet Jocat!
Her mouth closed over him as she took him in as deep as she could. He was too long for her, almost too wide, but she worked him expertly with the depth she could give him. There was no delicacy, no gentleness. She rubbed her tongue along part of his sheath before sucking hard and strong.
Illam came with an explosion that nearly tore him mentally apart. He felt as though every bit of sperm he had was coming in a crest, shooting through from his testicles to swell in the line, a race to the end. A race that had him howling in a lust-induced frenzy, the deep, harsh sounds echoing in the room.
Tera sucked relentlessly, her fingers kneading his buttocks, slipping down to rake down the backs of his thighs and knees. Making the nerve endings in his most tender places shriek in ecstasy.
Fire burned through him. Fire scorched through his manhood as that magic, hot cavern engulfed him tightly, and the relentless sucking sensation pulled him into rapacious heaven—or was it hell? Pain and passion, desire and mind-numbing need, fire and shock—it all seared through him in one mind-blowing flow.
It burst from him, his seed ejaculating deep into her, and she sucked at him still, drawing and drawing until he had nothing left to give.
Instinctively she moved back, releasing his now partially limp member from the haven of her mouth. As he sagged, she caught out at him, clasping him to her as he fell to the floor on his knees. His forehead fell onto her shoulder, and vaguely he knew she must have braced herself for his weight, but right now, he just couldn't care.
Eyes closed, he hoarsely whispered, “God Almighty! Jocat ... Tera..."
Totally wrung out and so sexually satisfied he couldn't even begin to comprehend it, Illam panted into her neck. Her arms were around him, and she was rubbing her chin on the top of his head.
* * * *
Tera's blood was singing hotly through her body. Moisture had gathered in her womanhood, but she knew that Illam would probably fall asleep after the workout she'd given him. Even though her own desire was unsatisfied, she couldn't help but grin. She'd certainly given him something to think about.
I am Argon, I am female, watch me drive men insane. Shooting stars of Cyran, I'm good. She chuckled softly. And conceited. Ah well!
"If you're laughing at me, Tera, be warned, I will have my revenge,” Illam panted.
"Ah, poor little fur-ball,” she cooed. “Did you think I was just going to be submissive and let you do whatever you wanted to me?"
"I was trying to follow your mood.” His every breath was a hot, moist gush on her throat.
"Oh, never try to do that.” Tunneling her fingers into his hair, she massaged his scalp.
He immediately arched his head back slightly and purred deeply.
"So, my feral, what did you think? Hmmm?"
"I think you were trying to kill me."
"Did you die a sweet death?"
"Jocat, yes!"
She chuckled again.
"You know that every laugh only makes me more determined to show you what a Felys male can do,” Illam pointed out.
Pulling her head back enough to see his upturned face, Tera studied him. And grinned. Eyes shut, his sensuous lips were slightly parted to allow the purrs to slip forth. His hair was a wild silky fall down his back; the heavy locks brushing against her hand. He had the look of a well, sexually-sated man.
And he leaned into her with every sign of enjoyment. Illam, she was fast learning, liked to be close to her.
When he whispered hedonistic suggestions and promises into her ear, he stood close up against her. He breathed his promises into her ear. He rubbed the corner of his mouth against her cheek. Illam sought her touch for pleasure.
The heavy lashes lifted partially, and the gold of his irises shone brilliantly. Glowed.
The unmistakable aroused heaviness in them made her insides quiver in delighted anticipation, but she didn't let it show.
"So, the feral isn't sated for long,” she drawled.
"Not by a long shot.” His lips curved up into a seductively wicked smile. “What's your mood, sexy Argon?"
Cocking her head to one side, she surveyed him thoughtfully. “My moods aren't quite the same as your Felys females, Illam. You tell me what I'm supposed to be."
His eyes opened fully, and she saw the black threads swirling slowly, insidiously, against the gold irises. Shifting to sit back on his heels, he surveyed her as thoughtfully as she had done to him.
Raising one brow, she regarded him back. His partial erection was no surprise to her. It had been said that the Argons and Felys were evenly matched, and this was just part of that proof.
"I don't know,” he finally admitted, with no show of embarrassment. “The females of our race can be submissive or dominant at a moment's notice."
"Is that what you wish I was?"
Reaching out, he caught a silky lock of her hair and twined it around his finger. “I wish for you to be only as you are."
Aw, that is sweet.
"And I await your submission."
Tera raised her brows. “My submission?"
"Submission is the sign of finally being willing to mate."
"Where I come from, submission and domination are simply part of the sexual sharing between two people who desire each other. Whichever it is at the moment is what happens."
"So, a mood of sorts, makit."
"If you like. But one doesn't wait for submission to make love."
"Make love.” He tested it on his tongue, rolling the words around. “I like that term."
"Glad to educate you."
He looked at her inquiringly.
She sighed. “Illam, don't you make love—mate—just in the heat of the moment?"
He still looked at her.
"Without waiting for the show of submission?"
"Submission is permission in our society.” He frowned. “I would never force domination."
"I think your submission and dominance is what we'd call willingness on both sides.” Laying her hand on his arm, she mentally searched for the right words. “Rape is force, not dominance."
"Rape is something we abhor.” A muscle ticked in his jaw.
"It's the same with my people."
"I hear Argons have been known to use sex as a tool of vengeance."
Tera shrugged. “We're a race that is highly attractive to outworlders. Sex is one of our attributes, and one we can wield as either punishment or favor."
"Favor?” Illam frowned, and she could see him starting to think.
In the wrong direction. Wouldn't you know it? Just like ... well, Illam.
Going up on her knees, she grabbed a handful of his hair and held him still as she leaned forward and placed her mouth close to his. “Don't go haring off on the wrong tangent, Illam. Favor is something we give to those we desire. Sexual frustration is what we give any enemy that falls into our hands, and whom we deem deserves to be punished in such a way.” She gave his hair a firm tug. “So if you have a problem with my society, it's best you deal with it before we go any further."
In one quick movement, she pushed up onto her feet and strode out of the room.
She didn't expect him to follow her immediately, but she was disappointed when he took longer than she expected. She'd tugged her gown over her head and into place by the time he appeared in the doorway of the living area.
"Where are you going?” he asked softly.
"I think your hesitation in calling me back is a sign that you have some things to think about, if we're to go any further with this relationship.” Tera gave him a small, tight smile. “I won't be submitting to anything unless you can accept me for who I am."
"No, wait—"
"No, you wait.” She gave him a steady look. “I make no apologies for what my people do and believe in, for I believe in it, too. When you're really sure of what you want from me, and what you can accept of me and mine, then you can make a decision based on that, and not simply on emotions and lust."
"Tera, I'm trying to understand. Really.” He held out his hand and took a step forward. “Don't leave."
"I think it's best I do. I need to know that you accept me for who I am—an Argon. And that includes things you don't like about us. Such as the sex torture and...” She drew a slow breath. “And I'm not so sure that the slave days won't rise between us."
"Tera...” He stopped moving, and she saw the uncertainty in his expression.
"I need you to be certain, Illam.” Tera shook her head. “I'm honest enough to admit that I'm attracted to you and more than I ought to be, perhaps. But I don't want this going any further until you've had a good think. I've suffered one heartache, I won't be subjected to another."
She left him standing in the bedroom doorway with a bemused look on his handsome face—and still with half a hard-on. Perversely, she took immense pleasure in that, even as she felt the heaviness in her heart.
Slipping quietly back into her room, she slid beneath the covers on the big bed. Her troubled thoughts kept her awake long into the night. Particularly the thought that it might just be too late to prevent heartache.
* * * *
Space
The iron door swung outward, and the first of the pirates came barreling through, brandishing his laser. But answering laser fire caught him and spun him around.
It didn't faze his cronies, who used his body, and the bodies of other hapless pirates, to gain entry to the corridor.
They fought savagely, almost carelessly, for life held no meaning for them. They were intent on plundering, murder, and, if possible, rape. Rape always made the attacks on space travelers all the sweeter. If there were women aboard the ship...
Ruthless, hardened murderers, it didn't take them long to slowly start to gain the upper hand in the vicious battle that
ensued.
The screams and shouts, the swearing and orders filled the corridor.
And still the pirates came, spilling out of the stairwell to face the crew who were spraying them with laser fire.
The bloody battle only made it more interesting for the pirates and the crazed laughter of their captain echoed from further back along the stairwell.
* * * *
Mitzi sauntered out into the harsh sunlight, her hand shading her eyes as she searched the site for Calean. Finally she spotted him excavating on the other side of the clearing.
Crossing over to him, she skirted the hole in the ground and squinted at what he held. “What is it?"
"I do believe it's an artifact from our ancestors.” He hefted the glazed pot in his hands. “See this?"
Awed, she ran her finger over it. “What a truly marvelous piece of history!"
"Exactly.” Calean smiled in satisfaction, and his nose twitched. “Bruno will be most pleased."
Her gaze was caught by something glinting dully in the dirt. Moving forward carefully, she peered down partway, and saw a tiny piece of some object partially buried in the dirt. “What's that?"
Frowning, Calean looked over her shoulder. “I don't know, but I'm going to find out."
Without turning around, he started to bark orders at the other excavators, and they hurried to obey.
Within a short time, a ladder had been lowered into the hole, and one of the workers was carefully dusting some of the dirt from around the object.
* * * *
Illam had spent a restless night, and it wasn't just his half a hard-on that was the problem. Well, it was a little, but not the whole thing. That was physical. What had kept him awake was more emotional. Mental. Whatever. Something that made him restless.
He hadn't realized just how little he really knew of the Argons, apart from what he'd heard. If he wanted Tera, he had to find out the truth to rumors, and decide if he could accept the truth.
That included the slave years. He frowned. The slave years were a sore point, no doubt about it, but if that stood between any happiness that he and Tera might have ... not to mention his acceptance of her culture ... Shit. Love is complicated. Because I have fallen for an outworlder.
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