Hard and deep he went. Thick and long, his staff slid straight down the slick passage until the only thing stopping him from going further was the base of his manhood against her entrance. Unable to go further, physically impossible.
Tera gave a cry as she felt him fill her, pushing through and onward, the very length and breadth of his staff taking occupancy of her sheath, traveling the whole length until he was at the very edge of her cervix.
Her breath came from her in a gush of agonized pleasure. Her fingers knotted in the sheet and she arched upwards.
Illam pulled back before allowing gravity and the weight of his body to push him deep inside her again.
She felt every thrust, every deep invasion of her vagina, and her thoughts spun, totally lost in the sheer pleasure, the erotic position and the pure hedonistic flush of heat that poured through her.
She was at his mercy, he controlled the depth—and he was going all the way. Not once did he let up, not once did he falter. His strokes were even, forceful, and the curls at the base of his staff brushed erotically against the seam of her body, adding to the intense sensations.
"Illam...” she whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No!"
"Then take me, little mate. Take all of me.” He withdrew partially, and then slid back in, his body weight causing her to rock slightly on the bed. “You're so deliciously tight. I can smell your arousal, see you panting for breath. I can see everything you're feeling, Tera.” Illam's voice was husky, a deep purr crossed with a growl.
The sensations rocketed through her, fire like molten lava surging through her, her blood sizzling, her nerve endings shrieking for relief.
Arching back again, she closed her eyes and moaned, a breathy cry escaping her.
"Yes, little mate,” Illam growled. “Cry out for me."
Her insides were coiling tight, and she felt herself starting to soar towards that climax that she just knew was going to rock her.
And then he changed his technique slightly. Instead of lifting his hips off her to allow himself to withdraw, he started to rock against her. It caused her to hips to rock back and forth against his groin, and she actually sobbed as she felt the nub emerge from the end of his penis to bump over that erogenous point inside her.
There was no relief from that merciless little pleasure seeking nub. Illam's rocking technique ensured that it consistently rubbed over and over the erogenous spot. Tera started to shatter, unable to control the sensations that swamped through her.
She couldn't move her hips of her own free will. He had total control of her body, her legs, the pace—everything. She could only go where he pushed her, and he pushed her higher and higher, giving no quarter, giving no relief.
Dimly she heard him snarl triumphantly.
Dimly she heard herself scream out his name, heard herself begging him. “Please, Illam. Oh God! Please!"
He started to rock against her harder, his every movement thrusting himself deep inside her, that nub rubbing insistently against her.
She screamed, felt the walls of her vagina start to ripple. Hot moisture burst forth from deep inside her, and she could only grip the sheets and pull. Towards the pinnacle high above her? She didn't know. Trying to anchor herself? There was no need. She welcomed the climax coming, welcomed the wild ride of passion, the sheer raw eroticism and carnal heat.
Illam moved back, enough to allow her hips to relax a little and roll back with him, and then he moved hard, rocking forward with an almost ferocious savagery.
Thrusting deep and hard and fast, over and over, pushing her up and over.
She climaxed and totally shattered, stars bursting before her eyes.
Tera didn't think she could handle it when he pushed her onwards mercilessly. Pushed her straight from one climax into another, the nub on the underside of his penis rolling across the erogenous spot without respite, heightening her senses, inflaming her desire over and over.
When he came, his seed didn't have to go far. It spurted directly into the opening of her cervix, hot and thick and potent.
But he still wasn't finished.
A true Felys, his sexual drive as strong as any Argon male's, he pulled free from Tera and expertly rolled her onto her stomach.
She was more than ready for him. Even as the delicious floating sensation filled her, her sexual instinct made her arch her hips up, and when he came down upon her and entered her in one long drive, she squeezed the muscles of her vagina, making him work.
This time it was Illam who hoarsely cried her name out.
Arching up onto her elbows, she tipped her head back, and immediately felt him rub the corner of his mouth hard across her cheek. While his body thrust into her, he nudged her head to the side, exposing her neck, and he fastened his lips against the pulse thundering beneath her skin and sucked hard.
Marking her with his scent and with physical evidence of his possession of her.
His thick length dragging against the walls of her sheath made her squeeze inner muscles tighter still. The sensation of him forcing himself into her, her deliberate resistance making him use power to move, was earthy. Raunchy. And it gave her a sense of power.
As though he sensed it, Illam suddenly set his teeth against her shoulder, the sharpness of his canines scraping her skin, but not painfully. He growled lustily.
His hands slid beneath her hips and somehow, unbelievably, he angled her hips up, succeeding in opening her more to him.
And he slid deeper more easily, his growl now one of victory.
Tera gasped as he angled one arm and slid his hand beneath her, down her stomach, over her mound, and unerringly between her thighs. His finger slid between the sheltering folds of hotly wet skin and rubbed her clitoris.
Pinned beneath him, she couldn't buck at the shock of carnality that speared through her. She couldn't pull away, for his other arm was beneath her, holding her angled over his forearm.
He rode her powerfully, his thrusts forceful, his rubbing of her clitoris firm. But never painful. Never rough. Illam was insistent, demanding, and completely immersed in giving and receiving an orgasm.
Unable to stop herself—and not even wanting to—Tera exploded, the climax shaking through her violently.
At the same instance, Illam shoved hard into her, and hot seed poured forth once more. He strained against her, his hips pumping as she felt her inner muscles squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, involuntarily milking him of his seed.
He shouted his release, her name echoing in the room.
As the orgasm rolled out, he rolled off her with a smothered groan of prurient satisfaction to sprawl decadently beside her on his back. Even as she panted for breath, unable to move, she saw Illam roll onto his side, then practically onto his stomach, one muscled leg coming across her calves while one arm flopped across her back.
Illam snugged in against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
It felt good, and she closed her eyes. His faintly wild scent drifted into her senses, along with the scent of sexually sated male, and she couldn't stop from smiling inwardly. Outwardly, she was a little too exhausted to do more than ... well, nothing, really.
Slowly their breathing grew quieter, and then she felt the rasp of his tongue against her throat. A couple of more licks, and then he started purring. It was a very satisfied purr and she smiled.
Oh yeah, it was more than fun to tweak the feral's tail!
"So.” He licked her skin. “Shall we move onto punishment now?"
The man really was insatiable.
"And what is my punishment?” she asked with interest.
"It's your turn to ride me."
Well, giddy up. “That's punishment?"
Flopping onto his back, he flung his arms out to the side and grinned at her wickedly. “You only get to do as I say."
"Is that so?” Pushing up to sit back on her heels, she angled her head to the side. “And what if you get lost for words, big, tough fer
al?"
He snorted his disbelief.
"What if you do?” she persisted.
"Well, then you get to do whatever you want.” His grin widened. “And if you don't manage to make me lost for words, I get to do with you whatever I want."
She arched one brow. “Haven't you done that already?"
"Oh, there is lots more I can do.” He leered.
He was so cocksure of himself, the arrogant fur-ball. Tera smiled widely.
She was going to remind him that Argon wenches were as skilled in sex play as the males.
"Well, first, I want to have a look at this little nub you seem to have at the end of your penis,” she said.
"It only appears when I'm hugely aroused.” Illam smirked. “Up to the challenge?"
"Just watch me."
It wasn't long and she finally was able to explore that little pleasure nub, and how about that? Exploring it made Illam go all hot and horny, almost out of control.
Illam was totally lost for words. The only sounds he managed were groans, hisses, and that was only until he had a mind-blowing orgasm that took every sound from his throat, and every breath of air from his lungs.
Watching him shudder in the throes of climax, Tera smiled. Yep, the Felys had learned exactly what an Argon wench could do, given a free reign, as it were. She grinned widely at her own pun. And now it was payback time.
His howl of pure ecstasy soon echoed in the bedroom.
Tera licked her lips. Meow.
* * * *
The Cave
The sphere didn't stay in the cave for long. As soon as it was deemed safe, it was brought out and set in the holder on the stand. In the moonlight, it shone with a faint blue light.
They all stared at it. This savior of theirs, this bringer of death and freedom combined.
She still wondered, deep inside herself, if they'd done the right thing. Looking around, she caught the deep brown eyes of the other healer turned in her direction. He nodded as though reading her thoughts.
Someone had to stay here. Someone had to stay and ensure that the sphere was brought out into the night. The daytime was too dangerous. The nights brought cover, and most of the healers were nocturnal. Everyone was nocturnal now, sleeping during the day and only moving at night.
Evading the slave hunters was something better suited to their night vision.
It was finally decided that three healers would stay, three healers representing them all.
Three healers to take watch while the sphere was uncovered and sent out freedom and death.
And so the others left, and the three remaining watched the sphere and contemplated the future.
* * * *
"A healer?’ Ropar twitched his ear. “What's an Argon healer doing with the Felys?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Sire,” Lazar said politely.
"I'm bloody sure you don't either!” Ropar gave him a disgusted look. “Send in Butca."
Lazar was more than happy to get away from his ill-tempered leader and send the hapless healer inside.
Butca wasn't hugely happy to be in attendance to his alpha, but hid his disquiet. He hoped. Nothing stirred the attack senses more than cowardice. “Sire?"
"An Argon healer has come to the Felys settlement, Butca. What do you make of that?"
Knowing exactly in which direction his alpha's mind was going, Butca replied, “To administer aid?"
"I have it on good authority—"
Which means by word of mouth, several times over, Butca thought in disgust.
"That the Felys have enlisted aid in finding out what is causing the runts.” Spinning on his heel, Ropar snarled. “Which means those ferals do have a disease!"
"Maybe,” Butca whined. “There is no proof—"
"Then we need proof.” Ropar bared his teeth. “And until then, I want guards patrolling the swamp boundary! These ferals aren't to even set one toe across the boundary!"
"Shall I get Lazar, Sire? To make those arrangements?"
"And if we get a chance to get the Argon healer to tell us what she knows—"
"Sire, the Argons don't allow just anyone to approach their healer. And the healer is on Felys’ territory..."
"There are always opportunities.” Ropar snarled at Butca. “What the hell are you still doing here? Get me Lazar!"
Wondering what the hell his alpha was up to now, Butca hurried from the room.
* * * *
The rain was clearing finally. Tera peered out of the healers’ hut and saw the first rays of sun peeking through the rapidly dispersing clouds.
"The day after tomorrow I can take the data collector back to the scout ship,” she told Rilla. “Father might have some news for me in regards to the data I've already sent."
Rilla nodded. “That is good."
"So how long do you think it will take for him?” Marx queried.
"To return his findings on this?” Rilla added, waving her hand at the specimen jars she was stacking into the container.
"A couple of days, maybe more or less.” Tera shrugged. “I've given him three days in-between each sending of samples."
There was silence, and then Marx queried, “How long until you have all the samples collected?"
"Do you think?” Rilla tacked on.
"Hmm?” Frowning, Tera looked up from where she was recording data. “Oh, I'm not sure.” Getting up from the chair, she crossed to the containers stacked against the wall and contemplated them. “Let's see, body specimens, plant and food specimens, work and dye specimens. Environmental data.” She scratched her belly thoughtfully. “What am I missing?"
"Me?” Illam's voice came from behind her.
Tera glanced over her shoulder to see him lounging against the door frame, looking incredibly epicurean with his low-slung pants and shirtless chest. Yummy. She arched a brow teasingly. “My my. Finally got the energy to get out of bed, hmm?"
His grin was lazy. “Took me awhile, I admit."
Marx nudged Rilla. “Fancy Illam admitting that!"
"Never thought I'd hear him,” Rilla replied.
"Say that,” Marx finished.
"Oh, Illam just learned that Argons and Felys really are evenly matched in the bed,” Tera waved her hand airily.
"Just in the bed?” Illam drawled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I somehow remember a lusty time spent over a chair, against a wall—"
"Why don't you just give Rilla and Marx a blow-by-blow account of your sexual prowess?” Tera suggested.
"It was more thrust-by-thrust."
She rolled her eyes.
Marx grinned broadly.
"I find it most refreshing that you're not embarrassed,” Rilla commented.
"About what?” Tera eyed Illam thoughtfully, acknowledging the lick of fire low in her belly. She was amused to see the answering glow in his eyes.
"Having sexual relations,” Rilla replied bluntly.
"Many races don't like openly talking abut it,” Marx added.
"But you're different,” Rilla finished.
Tera shrugged. “Argons are a sexual race, we don't pretend otherwise. There's nothing to be ashamed of when two people care for each other, or simply share pleasure in intimacy.” She walked back to the table and picked up the data collector, conscious of Illam watching her every move.
"That is good.” Rilla nodded approvingly.
"However,” Tera said conversationally, “If Illam starts to blab every detail of our time together, I'll castrate him.” She smiled directly at Illam. “You understand, of course."
Rilla and Marx gasped in horror.
"You do know that you just insulted me.” He looked amused rather than insulted.
"And you'd insult me by sharing intimate details.” Tera met his gaze levelly. “I have no problem with anyone knowing we enjoyed the night together, but I draw the line at anything that happened between us during that time becoming public knowledge."
"Fair enough.” Pushing away from the door frame, he crossed
the room with long, fluid strides, and came to a stop before her. Leaning down, he gave her a soft kiss, and whispered, “I would never insult you, makit."
"And I won't castrate you,” she returned with a sweet smile. “So we'll both be happy."
He laughed, low and pleasantly. Then he moved to place the corner of his mouth against her cheek and rubbed his scent along her skin. Inhaling, he smiled with satisfaction and stepped back.
"Oh goody,” Tera said. “Marked again."
"You'll be scented anyway,” Rilla said.
"Oh?"
"Remember? The scent of the male remains in the female that he's nature-mated to,” Marx explained.
"It enters her system during the first mating,” Rilla contributed.
"And remains with her for life.” Curiosity was plain on his face, but he hesitated.
Tera looked up at Illam, and felt the warmth sweep through her at his tender expression.
"Makit,” he purred.
"Illam..."
"Yes?"
"I think we need to talk."
"My bed or yours?"
She whacked him on the arm, his teasing easing her inner turmoil. “Dolt!"
"You're lucky I love you, or I'd take offense,” he stated.
Tera froze. Did he just say what I think he said? Surely not. Surely—
"I think we'd better go,” Rilla said hastily.
"No, I think they'd better go,” Marx corrected her. “We have patients coming here soon."
"Sorry. You're right.” Rilla looked at Tera. “You should both go."
"You're throwing me out?” was what Tera said, but inside she was awhirl with thoughts. He couldn't have ... he did ... he said ... I must have heard wrong ... I ... oh stars!
Illam was looking at her with a mixed expression on his handsome face. Tenderness, a dash of worry, a big dose of confidence, and a fraction of uncertainty.
"You're right,” he said at her continued, shocked silence. “We do need to talk."
Taking her hand, he led her from the healers’ hut and down the steps.
Thoughts muddled, Tera caught sight of Wylin standing outside Denyon's house talking to the Felys’ Captain. He caught sight of her and she knew he was wondering if she was all right.
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