by Erin Tate
Unable to do anything but beg, she pushed the desperate plea past her lips. “Please.”
“Show me.” His demand had her shuddering as a bolt of pleasure struck her. Two words and she was on the edge. Two. Words.
Forgetting any hint of embarrassment, she lifted her knees and slowly parted her legs, exposing herself to him. She continued stroking her clit with easy, gentle strokes, keeping her simmering and ready for him. Ready for him? She was so wet, so needy, so desperate.
Even more so when she finally was able to look at him. Kede rose from his seated position on the bed and rounded the far end. He shed his pants and stood unashamed and blatantly nude before her. Those eyes shined brightly, his wide muscular chest heaved and his cock… There was no sprinkling of hair surrounding the base like a Terran. No, he was bare, his long dick and balls completely free of Terran curls. His hardness though… He was long and thick, deeply tanned like the rest of him and she wondered what he’d taste like when she finally got him in her mouth. He was so sexy, so sinful, so… hers.
She continued stroking herself, fingers sliding through her growing wetness. Between the heat inside her and Kede’s presence, she felt as if she’d burst into flames at any moment.
Kede placed a knee on the bed, his gaze intent on the juncture of her thighs. “My harae… So beautiful.” He licked his lips. “I find myself hungry for you.” He looked to her. “The tasting. I want to taste your pussy.”
Yes…
She widened her thighs further, exposing her inner flesh to the cool air. “Then come to me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. No, Kede immediately listened. Without hesitation, he crawled onto his stomach and eased between her legs. He propped his weight on his elbows, stomach firm against the bed.
“You are so pink, so lush, my harae.” His tone was filled with wonder. “And your scent…” He moaned and lowered his head until his warm breath bathed her moist heat. “I ache for you, Joyce.”
“And I you,” she whimpered.
“You will tell me what you enjoy.” His tone brooked no argument. “I will have your screams.”
It was a promise and threat in one.
“Yes,” she hissed.
The moment the single syllable left her lips, his mouth was on her. He had no finesse, no practiced moves that were guaranteed to make her come with no more than a few strokes. This was pure passion, pure desire, pure uncontrollable need… And she felt exactly the same.
He lapped and licked her, his tongue dancing over every part of her most intimate place. She shuddered and moaned, whimpering and whining, groaning and trembling with his attentions. And all the while, he watched her, his gaze intent on her face while hers was focused on him. The louder she became, the more he pushed her. This was a lover, a male determined to give his woman—his harae—pleasure above all else.
“Please, Kede…” She needed more. Needed. Needed. Needed. The fire blossoming inside her wasn’t just her natural desire to come, but also this unquenchable thirst for him.
“Tell me, my harae,” he murmured against her flesh, the low vibrations causing her to tremble anew.
“Your fingers. Inside me,” she whined. “Please.”
“You want my fingers in your pussy?”
Joyce whined and gasped, the words doing more than his touch. “Yes. Inside me. In my pussy.”
He didn’t comment further. He simply pushed two fingers against the source of her heat, circling the entrance with a teasing touch. “You’re so wet. So hot, my harae.”
“For you.” She rocked her hips, anxious for him to fill and stretch her with those digits.
“For me.” He sounded way too smug. She’d call him on it after he made her come a time or two hundred.
He carefully—as if she’d break—pressed them into her, stretching her sheath with those two fingers until a sliver of pain snaked through her. It stung but in such a delicious way that she trembled and her core rippled around him. That was so, so good.
Until it wasn’t.
Kede gasped and snatched his fingers out, withdrawing in a rush.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” she roared. She didn’t care. The man had given her pleasure and then wrenched it away again.
“I…” His gaze went from her pussy, to his glistening fingers and then finally settled on her face. “You enjoyed that. My fingers in your pussy.”
“Yes. Please, please, please put them back. Need to come, Kede.” She didn’t care that she sounded like a whining brat.
“Like this?” He pushed them deep once more, but remained still.
He was gonna kill her. “In and out, Kede. Slow at first. When I tighten around you it means I’m going to come. Wanna come.”
He did exactly as she asked, pulling out and then pushing deep once again, fucking her with those two fingers. All the while, their gazes remained locked. He made love to her with not only his hands, but his mis-matched eyes as well.
“Lick me. Taste me.” She gasped, arching against his invasion and rocking with his motions.
Kede lowered his head, mouth returning to her clit and then she was lost to the dual sensations. He sucked and nibbled, his attentions intent as if he memorized her every response. And when he repeated what made her gasp or shout the loudest, she realized he did. He treasured her, fought to discover what pleasured her most, and committed to memory what she desired.
So she took what he offered. Her hips rocked and flexed of their own volition, hands wandering to her breasts without conscious thought so she could knead the mounds and tweak her nipples. She loved that tiny hint of pain. Between his stretching and her pinches, she was on the edge of coming already.
She panted and moaned, pleading and begging in turn until she could hardly breathe. “Faster. Harder. More.”
Somehow he deciphered her desperate attempts to speak and gave her more. Faster. Harder. Those fingers picked up the pace while he flicked her clit with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure pinging through her body. She was lost to it. Lost to him. To her harau.
Her muscles twitched and jerked, no longer taking direction from her mind, but merely following the trails of bliss that consumed her. It snaked over her nerves, and surrounded her clit, that tiny nub sending pulsating throbs of ecstasy back in return. She was in a massive loop of joy that seemed unending.
No, it’d end in a moment because somehow he must have recognized that she was so close to the edge. Because he gave her more. He sucked harder, upped his pace and the tap-tap-tap on her clit doubled in rhythm. She was on the precipice, hovering so delicately and then… he growled. Deep and low and delicious and she screamed as her release burned through her. It sent rippling spasms into her muscles, her sheath milking his invasion and she couldn’t keep silent.
“Kede!” She arched her back, frozen in place as she was consumed by the pleasure he’d gifted her. “My harau!”
* * *
Kede nearly spilled himself on the sheets with her words, her admission and acceptance. She was his harae and he was her harau. They were one. His cawk was hard and throbbing, his desire for her riding him hard and he was unsure what he should do now. He believed she’d found her ultimate pleasure and was torn between desire to fill her and his desperate need to see her find her woman’s release once again.
He should ask. Terrans did not and he’d read of some males not satisfying their females in the mag-a-zeens. Whole art-ee-kles about unsatisfied females.
He lifted his head, anxious for her words, but unwilling to move his mouth far from the musky source of her pleasure. She tasted so delicious and he wondered if this was how she felt when she consumed loshee. She was his dessert.
“My harae?”
“In me,” she grumbled and pushed to one elbow as she reached for him with the other hand. “In me, in me, in me…”
“I am-”
She snarled, his occasionally sweet harae snarled with her need. “I want your cock in my pussy, Kede. Please.”
How would she react should he lick them clean? He decided to test her reactions. If it disgusted her or angered her, he could quickly abandon the need to taste her juices and do as she asked. He slipped one finger past his lips and licked it clean, lapping at every drop of her moisture. All the while he remained intent on his harae. On her increased breathing and the widening of her eyes.
“Kede… That is…” She licked her lips, teasing him with that tongue. He wanted to kiss her again. Perhaps he could do that while he had his cawk inside her.
He released his first treat. “You do not like it?”
“So hot. You like the way I taste.”
It was not a question, but he nodded anyway. “I love every part of you, my harae.” He licked the other clean and then pushed to his knees, moving to kneel between her thighs. His cawk was aching and throbbing, demanding he push into her wetness. “It is official, you are my cheesecake.”
Joyce laughed then, joy filling her features, and he was struck again by her beauty. She drew him as a Terran and captured him further as a Doshan temptress. “Come, have more dessert, my harau.”
A shudder ran down his spine. “You do not know what that does to me. To hear the words from your lips…” he shook his head. “I have never dared dream, Joyce.”
She reached for him. “Come sate my Needing, my harau.” She lowered her hand between her legs once more, petting herself and dipping into her center. “Fill me. Fuck my pussy, Kede.”
Those words truly had him nearly spilling as he focused on her wetness. He eased forward, his cawk ready and anxious for her. With care, he grasped the base of his length and positioned the tip at her woman’s place, anxious to push into her. He braced his weight on one arm, and nudged his hips forward as he had when he penetrated her with his fingers.
Kede moaned aloud with the kiss of her wetness on the tip of his cawk and then moaned even louder when Joyce echoed the sound. When their hips finally met, she gasped and rolled her hips.
“That is…” She licked her lips and he realized he no longer had to crave a kiss. He could now steal one. Terrans did it often. Stealing though with permission.
Kede lowered his head and captured her lips with a fierceness that surprised him. It was as if her Needing transferred to him, overwhelming him with the need to connect with his harae. He pushed his tongue into her, tasting her mouth and he found he could not decide if he enjoyed tasting her lips or wetness more. Both were sweet and drugging with their flavors. Their tongues tangled, teasing each other, driving each other mad until Joyce yanked her mouth from his.
“Kede, for the love of the bright light, move.”
“My harae?”
She lifted her hands and bracketed his face. “Move your hips. Fuck me. I need.”
Yes, he’d read of this. Her release would soothe the Needing for a short time, but she needed a Doshan male’s genetic material to cool the fires.
Kede withdrew slightly and then pushed forward once again, his attention locked on the emotions and responses that were easily seen on Joyce’s face. Pure pleasure accompanied each stroke and pride filled his heart. He was making his harae scream. He was making her eyes glow brighter. He was making her claw his flesh with her short nails. Perhaps he would be lucky and she would scar him. He would take joy in showing the marks to non-warriors as he told of his passionate harae.
But he would not give details. Such as the way her skin glowed or how sweet she was on his tongue. Should others dare ask…
Kede plunged deep, jarring them both and he wondered if perhaps he was too forceful. He retreated and thrust again, shaking them with the force and she gasped.
“More.”
He did not hurt her. In fact, she enjoyed the roughness. Good. He was a warrior. He did not believe he could be soft all the time. “As you desire, my harae.”
He continued with the strength of his attentions, pushing deep only to withdraw and thrust forward once again. It was not long before their mating drew sweat to his body, coating his back and chest. He panted, fighting the urge to fill her with his genetic material. He wanted her to come again. She would scream his name and then he would allow himself freedom to seek his own joy.
“Come, my Joyce.” The slap of their bodies filled the air, his hips pistoning as he became one with her. Bliss coated her features, but not the one that would make her scream.
His cawk ached, her slick sheath bathing him with pleasure. His bahls were hard and tight against him, aching to release into his harae. The Needing was part of the bright light’s attempt to grow the Doshan race. Perhaps he would plant young inside his harae.
The idea of her swollen and filled with his youngling sent another surge of ecstasy through him. He would not last much longer.
“Come for me, my harae,” he growled at her and discovered she enjoyed the sound, his fierceness. She rippled and stroked his cawk as he pushed forward. She did much the same to his fingers before she yelled for him. “You must come and then I shall.” He growled louder and was satisfied at the glazed look that overtook her face.
She enjoyed his warrior sounds as a warrior harae should. He did not know for certain as no others had a harae, but it was his belief none the less.
“Kede. Gonna…”
“Yes, my harae. My Joyce. Yes.” He urged her on, holding onto his control by a hair. He gasped and struggled against the desire to release into her. He would not… Could not… Not until…
Then he no longer had to fight for his harae bellowed to the stars. She arched her back once again as if presenting her plump breasts for him. Her mouth hung wide, his name echoing off the Vehly’s metal walls. “Kede!”
Kede’s control snapped, his hips pumping once, twice, and then with the third fierce thrust, he pressed their bodies together tightly. His genetic material would soothe her Needing and he… could not fight the desire for her to bear his young. His cawk twitched and jerked within her heat while his bahls tightened and then released as his seed filled her waiting body. The ecstasy of possessing her consumed him, riding him hard as he continued to fill her, the bliss overtaking his warrior’s control, and he was powerless to do anything but embrace the joy of their joining.
With the first tremulous release, she relaxed against the mattress with a soft sigh and tremble. His final joy continued, body shaking with the sensations of filling his harae, but eventually he too relaxed. He nearly slumped over her in an exhausted heap, but managed to catch himself before he crushed his small harae.
Withdrawing from her moistness was difficult, but with care, he rolled to the side and rested on his back. His arms were achingly empty and he frowned. He was unsure of what to do next. He had sated her, made her scream, but what was the next step. His harae whimpered and twitched. He did not know what others did, but he could not be without her so he reached out and gathered her to him. Her soft curves molded to his body and she snuggled closer, nuzzling his chest and throwing a leg over his as if she were afraid he would run.
Not even the bright light could pry him from her side and any that attempted such a thing would not receive the honor of a Kerosa. He would merely gut them where they stood.
Joyce Enner Tria-se was his. By her own words and his deeds, she was his.
Her continued movements reminded him of Resane’s orders and he carefully slipped from bed, anxious to extract a hypo and dispense its contents into them both. He wanted nothing to happen to his harae.
He padded across the room, stepping over their discarded coverings, and reached for the case that rested on the bedroom’s ship interface console. As he grasped the small metal case, a blinking red light snagged his attention. A confidential report from one of his officers. No, from Hassee.
We believe w
e have a plausible course of action. A message has been sent…
Chapter Twenty-two
Three days. Three days of fucking, love making, moaning, groaning, and lotsa, lotsa coming.
A lot.
Joyce was sore and raw in places she didn’t know existed. Like, how did the inside of her elbow get scratched up? And her armpit. Really? How did that become sexy during their fucktathalon?
She had no idea. Nor did she remember when she’d incurred the injury. During the eight round or the fifteenth?
Her pussy fluttered like a damned butterfly and arousal thrummed in her veins.
Hell to the no. She was not fucking him again. At least, not until she got a little healing treatment.
Which reminded her, she owed Resane a knee to the nuts.
But first she had to find the energy to roll out of bed. Maybe she could convince Kede to haul her ass into the cleansing room. She rolled her head on the pillow, forcing her attention to his side of the bed. His side of the bed, which was empty. Bastard. How dare he leave her when she had an insane urge to pee and no way to get her ass to an alien toilet?
Joyce sighed and gathered the top sheet close. Her grip was shaky, hands trembling as she clutched the fabric close, but she figured it wasn’t anything a half-dozen burgers couldn’t cure. And milkshakes. Yare still hadn’t mastered the art of alternative milkshake make-age, but she had high hopes.
Damn aliens and their damned lactose intolerance. She snorted. Wasn’t that an understatement? Just like cilotha tore her to pieces, so did milk to the Doshans.
So. Weird.
Thankfully Yare didn’t have to do a live test to discover the danger. Milk became a lovely ball of pale crystal when it was ejected out of an airlock.
She huffed. She was delaying the inevitable. She couldn’t dream of strawberry milkshakes forever.