Zylar's Moon: Selven Refuge
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Tala clasped his head to her breast as she spread her legs wider; giving him unrestricted access to her body. She arched and pulsed to the rhythm of his hands stroking her, the links humming in tune under her skin.
Pulling away from her breast, Mica moved to sample every luscious inch of her with his tongue and mouth. He dipped slowly into her navel, shooting a spike of hunger through the links. Tala hissed. He laved the sensitive area where her hip and torso met. He was like a wild, hungry beast by the time he buried his face between her legs and took her into his mouth. His tongue swirled. He sucked. And nibbled. Mica opened the links wide as he tasted her, sharing the intense pleasure with his mate. When he plunged his fingers inside, she cried out.
Her body burned for his. She was hot and fierce and trembling. Unable to wait any longer, she reached down to pull him up, pushing her pleasure and craving through the companion links, building the fire within him. She wanted to drag him close enough to her that they melted into one being. Unable to wait any longer, she reached between them to guide him deep inside her.
They groaned in accord.
Tala arched her back, drawing him deeper into her body. He was so hard and hot. He filled her completely.
Mica sat back on his legs and pulled her hips up to allow him to slide into her, slowly at first. Deeply. It was a rolling cadence that made her writhe from the intense pleasure. He expanded the links’ vibration, causing Tala to whimper as she struggled to pull him deeper. He teased her with his hands. Stroking her in time with his thrusts, the links caressing her internally—his fingers tormenting her skin.
Mica fused their psychic link without conscious thought. The bond allowed him to share what Tala felt as her internal muscles clenched and rippled around his cock. In return, he fed his own erotic sensations back through the links. With the pleasure combined and shared in a savage spiral that would consume them both, he lost what little control he had. Fire licked along his skin, roared in his blood. His muscles contracted, flexed. He pulled Tala closer, claiming her, his body seeking to bury itself in hers over and over, intent on sating an unquenchable hunger.
The fire burning between them built into an inferno, chaotic and out of control. He roared a cry to the moons, as he took her with him beyond the planet. It went on and on, pleasure covering pain, the links demanding more and more from them. The release of his seed didn’t quench anything, but triggered a ravenous sensual hunger.
Tala sobbed. His tongue stroked her hardened nipple, shooting fiery tendrils to her womb. She could have sworn she had nothing left to give. But her body rose up and responded again, seemingly unlimited in its appetite for what they could share. His mouth burned her and his surging cock tortured her relentlessly. The links assisted in driving her even higher to an endless spiraling orgasm.
Mica threw back his head in ecstasy. His body pinned Tala to the bed, thrusting powerfully. Building force as her body coiled tight around his, gripping and clenching, climaxing again and again. He felt himself come apart, exploding into her. For the first time in his life, he was content. She was officially his link mate.
Finally.
Zylan Vocabulary
Bi-non – day
Cid – flying aircraft
Duca – office
Leonar – Lion
Life Companion – husband or wife
Life cycle – one life cycle roughly equals one Earth year
Life mate – husband or wife
Link mate – husband or wife
Links – chains that are part of the body once a Zylan mates
Minon – minute
Nej – spider-like insect that bites
Nilt – hour
Non – week
Nubes – five males that serve the Selven, they have no apparent thought patterns or emotions
Nui fruit – sweet and juicy pink fruit
Peela – dragon-type bird
Selven Refuge/gathering place – home of the Selven Goddesses and priestesses
Selven Goddess –highest level of training for the Selven
Selven priestesses – Goddess in training
Separate home – home away from the palace
Setnon – month
Shivet – Zylan swear word; think ‘screwed’
Tanar – ruling place, city where Nyssa and Tar reside
Vampen – strongly psychic person who “feeds” on another’s life force through their orgasms
Zelph – Raj and Mica’s childhood home, Raj’s now
SELVEN REFUGE is the second in the Zylar’s Moons series. If you enjoyed the story of Tala and Mica, please read the first book—Tar’s and Nyssa’s story—in the series: ZYLAN CAPTIVE. Here’s a brief excerpt:
Chapter 1
Earth 2002
Thirteen years! Nyssa scowled. Thirteen years of my life working for the same damn company and then—Wham! Bam!—I get a letter that says they don’t need me anymore. Thirteen years of my life are gone and what do I have to show for them? Not much! It’s a little late to realize that I’ve been defining myself with my work. How pathetic! Nyssa glanced at the rows of awards testifying to a successful career. They no longer had any meaning. She sighed as she looked back on a past of 60-hour weeks where she’d been glued to a laptop, in meetings with difficult clients, or doing a lot of traveling. She looked around helplessly. What am I going to do now? Because of my focus on work, I’ve got no life. All my friends are the people I worked with. There’s been no time for a love life or creating a family. When, in God’s name, did I become so isolated?
Taking stock increased her unhappiness. Nyssa stopped her pacing and found herself in front of the mirror. She stared at her reflection and took an inventory of her assets: short, reddish blonde hair with—oh crap!—some gray is starting to show; blue eyes; and a mouth ringed with some fine lines. Damn! Must be from the smoking. Maybe it’s time I quit. She stepped back a couple of paces and then looked critically at her body. Not bad, she supposed. Her boobs were no more than a handful but they were firm. No excess fat, but it wouldn’t hurt if I worked out. And, now, I’ve got plenty of time. Maybe the exercise will help me find the energy I’m going to need to go job hunting. Job-hunting! Oh…my…God!! I’ve got several months of severance pay plus my savings. Still, the sooner I find another job, the better. The only thing is I’m almost thirty-three and I have no idea who I am or what I’ll do now.
Scowling at her mirrored image, she stuck out her tongue.
In another solar system
Tar jerked back, a little bemused, “This is my life’s companion?” he muttered, turning to Mica, high priest of Zylar. “This Earthling? She’s so…plain looking.”
Mica raised his eyebrows. “What were you expecting, Tar? A Selven Goddess?”
Tar scowled, “I wasn’t expecting a Goddess, just something more…you’ve been looking for my mate for three life cycles, Mica!”
“Yes. For three life cycles, looking through twenty-seven planets, two galaxies, and several dimensions. The reflecting pool will only give you an overall perception, Tar. You can’t feel or sense your life companion now. Once you do, as always with our people, you will know she’s your mate. But I warn you: she is an Earthling. This won’t be an easy task. She will not know of us, or our ways. Some Earth women are extremely hard to tame; it’s why Earth is always the last choice in the search for a life companion.”
Tar shrugged, “How hard can it be? Once I have the Companion Links on her, she will be mine. She will do as I say. There is nothing to worry about.”
Mica smiled, “As you wish, my ruler. As you decree…”
Later that night, back on Earth
Worn out from worrying, Nyssa was sleeping deeply and completely missed the bright light and the quiet presence in her room. She shivered a little in her sleep, moving her hands down to find the warmth among the blankets.
Tar stood over her and mentally raised the temperature in the room. He removed the blankets and her nightgown with a thought. He
wanted her to sleep and not to wake because she felt chilled.
He took in his first sight of her. Wallowed in his first scent of her essence. His mate! His life companion! Mica was right. She was the one. He felt the stirrings and then a slight twinge as the golden strings of the links pushed out of his body and locked to his nipples during that first breath; the spicy, warm fragrance of his mate worked to open his body and mind to the link’s tendrils. He leaned over to slowly stroke her arm with a feather light caress. At that first touch, he felt the links move through the skin at the head of his penis. A Zylan male was never fully alive unless connected to his life companion. The senses of smell and touch were never fully developed until the links closed. It would take about four nons—twenty-eight earth days—to govern the links and completely bind his mate. He reverently laid Nyssa’s links on her body; she was not Zylan so they could not come from within. They had been made solely for her and would not be accepted by another. In order to aid Nyssa’s body with the recognition and acceptance of their bonds, Tar skimmed his hands carefully over her skin.
Nyssa stirred. In her dreams she felt a subtle flowing caress, almost as if someone was petting her. The warm feel of a rough hand smoothing along her body, brushing slowly along every surface, was soothing, comforting, arousing. When was the last time she had been touched? It felt so good…stretching a little, she moaned and moved into that soft contact.
Tar looked closely at his mate. Lying there asleep she looked small, soft. Smirking to himself he thought Mica had worried unnecessarily. They had known each other all of their lives and Mica often acted like a cranky, slightly older brother. No, she would give him no problem with the claiming.
She reacted like a cat to his subtle touch, turning into it and giving him unrestricted access. How could he have thought her plain? Her skin was pale yet slightly flushed a delicate shade of pink, a light dusting of freckles scattered over her from top to bottom. The contrast of her light skin against his darker coloring was a sight that filled him with lust. Even in the dark, her short red hair gleamed like flames curling around her face. High, firm breasts, tipped with pale rose nipples, reacted to his caress and begged for his touch. He didn’t dare take her in his arms as he wanted; sweat had already begun to bead on his forehead and he was painfully aroused. He had four nons to claim her and ensure that she accepted him as her mate. He was impatient and eager to start her training. The links were in place and it was time to take her home. Home to Zylar.
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