Caution seared through her. He could own the ability to battle her in the dream realm. She vibration-sniffed for his path, found his faint sizzle. Ignited, she surged along the glow-jagging trail. Soon she fire-flashed so swiftly she didn’t know where her matrix self traveled. Halting, she hovered over a series of parked crafts.
“Bitch, lookin’ for me?”
She flame-spun. A black disc sliced toward her. Katta soared upwards, avoiding his attack. The sucking energy disc was meant to destroy her. Blaze-circling around him, the discs of blackness from his being streaked after her.
Dodging the hurled discs, she blaze shot toward him with her own strike. She blasted through his shoulder, searing him with her mark and gaining more knowledge. She didn’t stay, dropping out of the dream dimension so he couldn’t follow her fiery essence.
She dropped back into her body, sealed the dream opening then lost herself to sleep against the stallion man who still held her with unexpected tenderness.
Chapter Five
“I know you fire journeyed.” His whisper pounced on her ear the instant she could hear him.
She stilled beside him. Irate, she twisted toward him, allowing herself to stay trapped in his arms. “So? What’s it to you?”
“Next time you will bring me with you. What occurred, Kattalonia?”
“No, I don’t fire journey with anyone.” She scorched him with a glare. Goddess! He’s potent, huge against my belly.
“You will, my prettiest.” He gently stroked her back. “I must protect you.”
“What if your dream presence is just in the way, and I have to protect you?” Oh my goddess, his hand feels dreamy wonderful.
“We practice together, prettiest.” Possessively, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, causing the languid desire of her limbs.
“Not a bad plan,” she less-sharp offered. “But I’m in charge.”
“I’m in charge, my woman.”
She writhed, shoving hard against his chest, wanting her freedom. “You’re supposed to help me, bad boy stud! Not take over. I don’t care what your male culture is!”
Zio let go of her. For a split second she rolled free. Launching over her, he captured her with his body, his arms and legs trapping her. Part of his weight controlled her while his cock happily pressed against her belly.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she fiercely murmured, her breaths erratic, swift.
“You are correct, my woman. We should practice together. I will learn from you.” Ablaze with her, and ablaze with the sincerity of his words, he watched her face, and waited for her realization.
Half-shocked, Katta stared into his eyes. “Yes,” she offered on a swift breath, then burst several more breaths. “Are you just going to brand me with that stud apparatus?”
“Branding,” he drawled. Subtly, slowly, he stroked his scalding cock back and forth over her belly. Her loins leapt with passion’s fire to meet him.
“Don’t tell me…” she began. A frisson of panic sparked in her gaze.
Zio didn’t tell her. The first year of her capture she would be branded with his mark.
He bent tenderly taking her lips, kissing her until her lips pleaded. Pleaded for his savage kisses. The savagery of her kisses changed him to mindless rutting need. He caressed her thighs wide and plunged. Ferociously delirious with her, being inside her, he lunged to his woman’s torrid tight satin. Raw, searing in his need and raw with the rapture of her, he thrust.
His Katta screamed in pleasure, and shock, breaking their fused kiss. Her nails dug into his shoulders, hard, as he ruthlessly stud rocked her. Rocked her and rocked her. He felt her soar to her to bliss then become helpless clouds of floating pleasure beneath him. His own orgasm upon him, Zio found his woman’s mouth, claimed. He plunged into her satiation bliss, rocked his rapture shards, shards of torching pleasure so fierce he convulsed to utter stillness above her.
“Katta,” he sacred murmured. Collapsing, he wrapped his arms around her, rolled her on top of him and held her against his pounding ecstatic heart.
Katta’s entire body felt blistered with euphoria. Replete, lovely and molten, she was satiated, her flesh beautiful with euphoria.
Immersed in her own dreamy-swirl of stars, Katta thought of how to save her father, no matter what space-hole she had to go down. In the back of her mind something clicked. His embrace of her was not carnal, not carnal at all. That would have frightened her away from him even more. If she'd been fully aware.
“Beauty is your red golden mane, my Katta.” He speared his fingers into her hair and tenderly stroked. “Tell me if your fire journey.”
“I found him…his vibration. Followed the etheric trail to a craft parking area. He entered, attacked. I evaded, flamed through his shoulder. Alligator—he’s part Alligator warrior.”
His fingers stilled in her hair. “When I followed your estrus scent, my Katta, I stood overlooking the Outlander. I sniffed a male nearby, part reptilian. I didn’t sight him.”
“But you know his scent. You would know him.”
“Yes. Assuming he is the one we seek.”
Katta lifted her head, gazing at him, feeling his fingers fondle through her hair. “It’s a first rate possibility, bossy stallion.”
“First rate,” he agreed. “Since he knows you’ve discovered his craft’s location. What trail do we follow now, Corporal?”
“The trail to relief first.” Katta rolled from him, felt him let go.
“Food, prettiest?”
“Good idea. Want to choose my lust babe disguise, sexy stud?” Katta ran for her lounge room, just eluding his pretend grab for her.
“You can race away, my fire filly, but you can’t hide well enough.” Playfully, he chased after her, only halting at the entrance to her feminine lounge.
Her heart pounding with exhilaration, Katta moved toward her giant pink tub. Unable to resist enjoying the lounge he'd created for her, she touched on the glorious bright-rushing water. She listened to the pouring, splashing music for long moments before turning towards relief. He could cool his stallion hooves for a bit, she was going enjoy herself, collect her thoughts and strategize her next move.
* * * *
Zio padded silently to his comscreen, and touched on access. Moments later the Master of Security appeared, nude with his wife serene in satiation, supine and resting behind him. Temporary satiation, since she was in lusting heat.
“Timing is the sex universe.” Zio grinned.
“Stud bud. Trying out any of your enhancements?” The Master of Security grinned, gleamed his orgasmic satisfaction. “What’s the news?”
“She fire-journey tracked the target. To his probable craft site, one of the guest parking areas. Part Alligator warrior, he attacked. She flamed through his shoulder. He’s marked to her.”
“I’ll check departures. Alert the parking crew. Then accomplish a gene scan. Anything else you need to keep the Corporal safe?”
“Keep her gene-tracked for me. My filly needs some roaming free room.”
“Got it done. We haven’t contacted yet.”
“First on my enhancements' list,” Zio assured, then blanked his comscreen.
Zio preferred his woman not discover his manipulations to protect her. But if she did, he would find a way past her wrath. He returned to his bed chamber, knowing how he wanted her carnal-adorned. After laying out the brief garments, he strode to cleanse reluctantly. The smell of her on him was a wild aphrodisiac. He wondered if she knew from her investigation how often the men of his race required matings with their chosen woman.
* * * *
“Lust babe deluxe.” Katta somewhat appreciated her reflection. The space goddess corset was silver platinum shine, as was the thigh high skirt. Laced up on one side, it revealed her flesh up to her waist. The tall, leg-hugging boots were more practical, although the ebony-gloss boots laced up the front and sported a high heel. She shook her long free hair back, then finger-combed through it, creating a more sex-t
ousled appearance. Hearing his booted steps behind her as he returned, she watched his reflection.
“Surprise, surprise,” she mocked, whirling to him. “Now who’s the warrior?” Blatantly she ran her gaze over him. He was decked out in battle leathers. Dark rich mahogany clung to his virile physique, a steamy invitation to most women.
“Your investigation, prettiest, did you not learn the men of my race protect their woman?”
“Are you joking?”
He approached and quickly swept her against him. “Tradition,” he passionately growled.
“You get too bossy, too protective, warrior stud, and I just might have to call you out.”
“Duel by palm fire?”
“You can use a weapon. I’ll be fair. Speaking of weapons…this attire doesn’t exactly stop an ancient bullet.”
“You noticed, prettiest.” He tightened his hold, seeming to be mesmerized. “Your eyes glow like jewels. The color like the azure skies of home.” Her eyelids fluttered closed as he pressed the softest of kisses on them, and she melted inside. For an instant. “You noticed, prettiest.”
“Must have cost you quite a sum or quite a carnal romp for these weapon-repelling fabrics I’m wearing.”
“No carnal payment, to soothe your jealousy, my Katta.” Zio nuzzled her neck gently, inhaling her fragrances. “Your estrus scent is mine.” Nuzzling down the softness of her neck, he brushed his lips over the top of her shoulder. “My warrioress, so strong and beautifully sensual in shape.”
Breathless with him, Katta caught strands of his mane in her hand, before she could stop herself. It was such an exquisite passion, the feel of his hair. “I could entertain jealousies for centuries over your lust exploits. Feed me before I dwell on it.”
Lightly, he nipped the juncture between her shoulder and neck, sending sweltering currents of passion through her.
“My Dad,” Katta desperately whispered, wanting him, yet wanting him to stop.
“Food,” he softly murmured, rising from her. “It is prepared.”
Again he brought her to his side, escorting her in that strange way. “A galaxy worth of disappointment on this tangerine carnal dream world without you, Dred, I must imagine. Or does your way allow for─”
“No, Kattalonia,” he forcefully interrupted. “There is only mate to mate. You unto me. Me unto you.”
Katta said nothing, believing there was nothing to pursue for the moment, nothing of value. Besides she was tingling and unfocused.
As they moved together, her blood rose, blazed to capture the wormhole warrior. Her senses reached outward, scanning, searching.
“Katta,” he called to her, placing the bowl beside her.
“Thank you. You know I’m walking Yemisque’s matrix, don’t you?” At his nod, she inhaled the sumptuous odor of the protein-superior cereal. Refocusing her thoughts, she lifted the bowl.
“Touch on his energy?” He sat observing her eat for several moments. With a satisfied smile, he scooped in his own large mouthfuls.
“No. But I don’t pick up his leaving either.”
“The Master of Security is due on comscreen.”
“Got an eyeful of my carnal fall, to his lusting joy. Do anything for your mounting thrill?”
“My pride, yes, prettiest. Mounting you is my pride.”
“Goddess, help me.” Her stomach knotted while the insides of her thighs tingled hotly. She forced herself to take in more bites of the delectable natural food.
“What if I track down who shot at us, and you search out the humanoid-hidden Alligator according to what intel we receive?”
“Giving me some free rein, stallion?”
“We could remain in mind contact. Keep my nose searching.”
“Does it work the same as when you are a stallion?”
“Close. You have to be more receptive.”
“Open my thighs wider, the thighs of my mind.”
“Quite the carnal delicious image, my woman.”
“Say something to me telepathically. I’ll imagine opening my thighs.” Katta went for the practical and the suggestive. She closed her eyes, saw herself naked, spread-eagled before him.
Prefer to be restrained while I ravish you, prettiest?
Katta’s eyes flew open. She set her bowl down, trying hard to breathe. “It works,” she mumbled.
“It does work.” Zio stood, watched her gaze at him.
Katta was face-to-face with the lance bulge of his cock. Her breath rushed inward. She stood. “Why don’t I just bend over?” She sarcasm-burst on her shallow breaths.
“You did carnal promise.” He voice darkly grazed near her ear. “Saved by the comscreen. Take my arm, Katta.”
Like an antique robot she took his arm. Placing her beside him, he brought her into his embrace then spoke his comscreen open.
“Yelsia.” He greeted the gorgeous woman who could only be a relative. Or so Katta thought.
“Did our sire demand you reason with me?”
Yelsia grinned mischievously for all her statuesque slim elegance. “I am to persuade you into the arms of Marllinza. However, I observe you already have a woman in your arms. And a good-sized lump of appreciation for her. Did I interrupt?”
“Always, my sister. May I present Corporal Kattalonia Svelle of Windsworld, the woman I have chased as my own.”
“Rambunctious bucking against father, indeed. A sweet pleasure, Corporal. I will admit my tiny distress. Now that the adventures of your successful escapes from my brother have ended, how shall I entertain my friends?”
“Last evening’s chase may provide some consolation. Especially the oil sex pit. I’ll let your brother speak all the details. Storytelling is not my forté.”
“Oil sex pit, Zio, when do I get my story?”
“Provide a favor or two, my sister. And I will favor your pricked ear.”
“Let me gallop a guess. You want me to open your home, see to its preparation. If I do agree, father and mother will rear noisily against me.”
“My stories, or herd peace with our sire and dam. Always your preference, my cherished sister.”
“Since I do not favor Marllinza as my sister-by-mating, Zio, cherished brother, I will favor you in this matter.” Yelsia smiled bewitchingly, with complete entitlement. She screen vanished.
“Yelsia knows my moods,” Zio explained his sister’s quick departure. “More important than our words together.”
“Jessa is not quite so perceptive or willing, but her heart is beyond measure.” Katta sighed, worried about her sister almost as much as her Dad. “I am not going to your home,” she forcefully added. “If that is what you intend.”
“You would dare dishonor our tradition?” His teasing rumble trembled her insides.
“You and your traditions. I don’t like being rude about someone else’s tradition, but I don’t necessarily want to live them either.”
“Zio.” The Master of Security appeared. “Corporal, may I say your appearance is lust-appealing.”
“Yeah, yeah. Compliments will get you a smile, but that’s it, Adonis.” Katta gave him his smile.
“A trifling of good news. We have discovered the shooting culprits. A young couple induced by certain methods to steal, or by their thought, borrow our antique weapons. They believed they were shooting at a holo game target and were promised a certain prize if their aim was true, consistent with the games we offer here. I believe it was your chased enemy, Corporal, who provided inducement. They claim the man wore one of our badges. No sighting of him yet. All my people have his image. Here is the best description I could generate.”
The holo image rotated. Just your average mixed race being, so generic in appearance Katta assumed it was a disguise.
“Thanks. At least, we have the story. The badge wasn’t one of yours.” Katta memorized the holo image.
“None missing. None of our staff has this appearance, or they would be undergoing carnal truth torture.” The Master of Security privately smiled a
t Katta.
“Anyone register on your gene scan as part Alligator warrior? Fire dreaming,” she explained. “Oh, the cosmos knows all. I see by your obvious guilt, Adonis, you two boys already talked.” Katta glared up at the man who still held her against his side.
“Stud protective.” Zio smiled most charmingly.
“Sadly, no results yet, Corporal. There are two guests with reptilian genes, women. One of them has just arrived. The other did arrive within your time frame. Do I speak with them? Or do I leave them to your tender merciful investigation?”
“Mr. Stud Protective can tenderly handle their questioning, can’t you, Zio?” she over-sweet crooned up to him.
“Testing my effort to be faithful?” He over-smiled.
“Shouldn’t I know early, my darling, what you’re truly stud made of?” She more sweetly crooned and smiled. “Before my precious heart is devastated.”
“Just for you, Corporal, I offer our most rigorous challenge to fidelity. Three days of carnal temptation.”
“You will pardon me, my favorite Master of Security, but this whole planet is endless carnal temptation. In my effort toward fairness, and my need for his assistance, I must decline your ultimate fidelity challenge. Do we have the investigative run of your fair world of debauchery?”
“Stay in lust character. Stay in contact, Corporal.”
The Master of Security aimed a male conspiratorial smile at Zio, then screen-disappeared.
“Goddess! I hate masculine bonding sometimes!”
He brought her before him, hard in his embrace. Her body sweet-hot yielded, even if her spirit did not. “Your gaze is defiant, my woman. Yet your eyes are smoldering aqua stars for me.”
“Truth will get you the fire of my palm, stud.”
“More truth, my Katta. I adore your splendid mane.” He grazed her cheek with his fingertips, slid his fingers into her hair. “Men bond to keep their women, to protect them.”
“Maybe, bad boy stallion, but they bond over carnal body counts also.”
“Double-edged light blade, prettiest, no matter my defensive words. Do we go track down your hole-hiding Alligator?”
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