Dancer

by Viola Grace

  She shrieked and ran, knowing it was what he craved.

  He captured her and flipped her over his shoulder while he strode through the woods.

  She fought him. Clawing at his back and pounding on every inch she could reach. Her hair came loose and fell in a long curtain that nearly brushed the ground.

  He walked back into the cabin and kicked the door shut before he strode into the bedroom. She screamed again as he flipped her to her back. She moved off the bed as quickly as she could, but he blocked the exit.

  She looked around and grabbed a small icon of herself, throwing it at him and scowling as it glanced off his shoulder. He grinned and lunged to catch her. They wrestled together until her wrists were caught behind her back and he was pressing fevered kisses and bites along her neck.

  Gornita moaned and struggled weakly against him. He needed her to struggle, and pleasure was her reward.

  He pressed his groin to hers and ground it against her. She grew wetter and hotter at the implicit threat, Del’s memories told her that any implied pain would be worth a moment’s discomfort and then pleasure would come through.

  Horik released her suddenly, and she staggered, only to be caught and flipped to the bed face down. He tied her wrists to the posts of the bed and followed up with a similar arrangement on her ankles. She could bend her knee slightly, but her thighs were parted, and she was left helpless.

  Horik lifted the back of her gown and exposed her buttocks, bringing his hand down lightly. “At last. Civilizations have died out in the time that you have held me off.”

  She squirmed and fought the bonds. “With this kind of treatment, it is no wonder that I held you off.”

  He smacked her ass again and chuckled.

  Gornita could only imagine that her host’s skin was turning bright pink. It certainly felt hot in the aftermath of each strike.

  “Ow!”

  “Perhaps, I should give you a smack for every decade you held me off.”

  He smacked her again and again until the burning fire in her backside caused her to sob uncontrollably. There was also a reaction deep in her belly as the body of the host began to turn the pain into something else.

  Horik leaned over her back, stroking his hands between her body and the bedding, cupping her breasts before making contact with the armour. He tugged with his fingers, and the metal came free of her with a snap.

  With nothing but the stupid gauze that Ulara insisted upon between her skin and Horik’s touch, Gornita squirmed against his hands as they squeezed the mounds before pinching her nipples.

  He chuckled, and she realized that a moan had broken free of her lips.

  Horik tore her gown down the centre, and with a few hard jerks, she was naked under him. He left her for a moment, rummaging through his luggage before returning.

  She trembled as his weight rocked the bed beneath her. His skin touched hers as he lay on her back, overlapping her and stroking her skin with his own. He moved rhythmically against her, his cock nudging at her folds. The embroidery on the bedding abraded her breasts, and her nipples throbbed as he shifted her with each motion.

  Her arms flexed as she fought to control her reaction, but having the goddess of passion and a fascinated Terran mind within her was making it hard to remain unmoved in the arms of the man she wanted more than she dared admit.

  Horik groaned and moved away from her.

  She felt a cool slickness being poured against her back and down to her buttocks. He massaged her back and followed the trail down to her ass, circling the rear entrance to her body with one finger that pressed into her with slow deliberation.

  Gornita yelped and pulled forward, trying to avoid his touch. He pressed her hips down to the bed with one hand and continued his invasion while she squirmed and whimpered. When he removed his finger, she sighed in relief. That sigh turned to a gasp when something cold and slick took the place of his finger.

  She cried out and shifted her hips, trying to dislodge it, but he pressed it firmly into her, and it was well seated when he shifted his hips and pushed for entry into her other openings.

  “No wonder you tied me, bastard!” She bucked against him, but his weight held her down.

  “You knew what it would mean when you ran, Gornita. No sense trying to pretend you didn’t.”

  “I didn’t know you would lodge something in my ass, idiot!” She was panting in irritation.

  He laughed and reared back, sliding his cocks home and pressing the object into her ass with every thrust and retreat.

  A fine trembling gripped her limbs, and she tried to hold still as each motion sent ripples of pleasure through her. He moved harder, faster and deeper each time he thrust. Gornita gasped and moaned, clenching her fists. As she raised her hips to him, the discomfort in her ass faded into pleasure as waves of it lapped at her with every passing moment.

  Horik wove his hand into her hair and pulled her head to one side, biting firmly into her neck. She screamed as the pain ripped through her and pleasure swallowed her whole. Her body bucked and twisted under him as it thrashed in release.

  He pounded into her with ferocity until his own orgasm struck. He roared his release and slumped against her, forcing the toy even deeper into her ass.

  She sighed and enjoyed the warmth of him for a moment before she said, “If you don’t get that thing out of my ass, you will regret the moment that you do let me loose.”

  He chuckled against her neck and kissed the bite mark he had left. “I do love a good threat.”

  “For the god of war, you do seem to be rather fixated on my verbal sparring.”

  He did remove the toy from her ass, dropping it into a container he had placed next to the bed.

  She sighed in relief and slumped into the bedding. While stimulating, it had been intensely uncomfortable. She could barely believe that Del had managed to take Rothu with her body unaltered, but she had enjoyed it, so Gornita should stop mentally whining. Perhaps she would grow accustomed to it in time.

  Horik untied her ankles and wrists and flipped her to her back. He licked at her nipples in turn before savaging each one, drawing her to weave her hands along his skull in encouragement.

  He lifted his head and smiled at her. “I am guessing that you like it.”

  She pulled him down to her with fists in his hair, tight against his skull. “How convenient for me that you let me get this close.”

  She lifted her knee and caught him in the ribs, flipping him to his back. He fell back in surprise, and she pressed her arm across his neck. She leaned her bodyweight down to knock him out, and his lids fluttered closed while his body went limp.

  Gornita looked for signs of waking, but he was out cold. She left him and walked into the living room.

  Above the fireplace there was a spear, and she took it down. She had barely tested the balance when a furious Horik stood in the doorway. “That was uncalled for.”

  “You shoved a toy in my ass without asking me. That was uncalled for, literally.”

  He came toward her with intent in his eyes. “You are mine to have in eternity, Gornita.”

  “And while I may enjoy the moment, the fight will be eternal, Horik. You will never have me without a battle, lover.”

  A grin came to his features. “I was hoping you would say that.”

  He lunged, and she countered with the spear. She swung the blunt end around and struck him in the ribs, using the wood to beat him with rapid motions but keeping the spear end clear of his host’s flesh. Del would not forgive her for stabbing Kurat.

  Horik grunted and kept moving toward her until she had no room to strike. He took the spear from her and threw it to one side. He gripped her tightly and lifted her, his hands cupping her buttocks as his cocks worked their way into her.

  Horik turned and pressed her against the wall, sucking at her neck as he hammered into her with heavy thrusts.

  She cried out as a sharp release slapped into her, moaned as he kept thrusting. Heat built ins
ide her again, and another wave of release ran through her, causing her to claw at Horik’s shoulders as he raised her thighs higher and moved faster until a groan rippled through him. He grunted as his cocks twitched inside her and he pressed his forehead to hers.

  She smelled blood in the air and stroked the marks she had made on his shoulders. “Del is going to be pissed.”

  Horik kissed her wildly. “Kurat will calm her down.”

  She laughed as she returned the kiss. “Then, I think you should do something to really upset her.”

  In her mind, Del shrieked in denial, but Gornita’s mind was made up. Her host had to pay some price for this loss of dignity.

  Chapter Twelve

  Del looked at herself in the mirror and cursed. “If Gornita thinks that I am giving her the body before these heal, she has another thing coming.”

  Kurat joined her at the mirror, admiring the necklace of hickeys that the god of war left behind on his mate’s flesh.

  She could feel his arousal against her buttocks and rocked her hips against him. “Back on Earth, they would call this a honeymoon, but I don’t think that honey is involved here.”

  He laughed. “I don’t know about that.”

  Kurat reached between her thighs and stroked her openings. “There seems to be quite a bit of honey here.”

  She watched his absorbed expression in the mirror, and seeing it and feeling it at the same time sent her senses from two to ten in a moment. She moaned and watched as she felt the slow thrust of his fingers inside her before he replaced his fingers with his cocks. It was slow and delicious as he watched her expression, and she watched his with every thrust.

  He cupped her breasts and pulled at her nipples while he stroked into her with a leisurely pace. She arched into him and shivered as the slapping of their bodies in rhythm brought them to a completion that was reflected in the silvery expanse of the mirror.

  * * * *

  Two weeks later…

  Teaching Ularan dance to a group was fun. The women of the Na-Lanvin were well educated, but the dance gave them a chance to walk on the wild side.

  The education centre was in the design stages, and the excitement had caused an influx of occupation permits for aliens on Na-Lanvin.

  It was a chance for them to be part of history in the making as Na-Lanvin was one of the oldest known worlds with a population that defied its own evolution. The mystery of the gods of Na-Lanvin was something that Readers were lining up to solve, but Del knew that they would come up short of an answer.

  Hell, she was a host to two goddesses and she only had an inkling of where they had originated. The spawn of the original species to walk the world was still unknown.

  The book that Kurat had shown her did solve some mysteries. The gods were larger, stronger and had more emotional issues than anyone could guess. Gornita was still lost in a sensual haze and a morass of regret for centuries lost.

  Ulara simply enjoyed her time with Rothu during the honeymoon and grabbed every opportunity to catch Kurat alone and bring her lover to the surface. Del didn’t mind. Usually, there were four in the bed when Ulara and Rothu had their way.

  Dance instruction took up her afternoons and allowed Kurat to have some time to attend matters of state. She would offer her opinion—or Gornita’s opinion—in the evenings over dinner.

  None of the women in class ever needed to know that Ularan dance was a melange of nine different dance styles. They only needed to know that it celebrated beauty and the true goddess within.

  Author’s Note

  This one got away from me. I swear. It was going to be so simple, and then, WHAM. I guess sleeping with a book of mythology in your bed is not a good idea.

  Delyth is a character with a lot of character. She has that thing so rare in normal life, acceptance. The past is the past, time to look to creating a brighter future.

  In the next book Defender, we return to Ikanni as we tackle the issue of the space station left behind in Command and Conflict. She needs the knowledge locked in the mind of the previous station guard, but the Ikanni do not wish to let her access it. Perhaps a trade can be struck.

  About the Author

  Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there.

  She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time.

  In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

  Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush.

  Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.