Worlds Apart (Warriors of Risnar)

by Tracy St. John

  In Cas, Nex met with Salno to wrap up a few studies he’d worked on for her team. Anneliese got to work packing his personal items, readying to go to Yitrow. It was a good thing they were eager to go, she decided, because the Assembly was clamoring for them to arrive as soon as possible. They had even agreed to heal her knee, hip, and back in gratitude for her promised service.

  Anneliese hoped it was a sign they would not insist on her returning to Earth for more than the occasional visit. Notlin, head of the Assembly, wouldn’t commit to anything on that front. Yet in Anneliese’s presence she had sighed, “Two warriors have shown a need for relationships they can’t get from mere brotherly bonds. I cannot stand against the All-Spirit, if this is what is meant to be.”

  Anneliese reflected on how concerned Notlin had been as she finished packing for Nex. It was clear the head of the Assembly was worried about Earthlings coming to stay on Risnar.

  “Maybe you women should pull your heads out of the clouds and live on the planet with your men, then,” Anneliese muttered, closing up the cargo bag she’d packed. She appreciated that Nex was happy to travel light. She’d squared away everything in the dome in the bag, save the items in the bedroom. Anneliese was looking over the space to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything when Nex walked in.

  Happy to take a break, Anneliese went to him. His delicious woodsy scent enveloped her before his arms did. His greeting was effusive, insistent. She laughed at his enthusiastic kiss, at his groin swelling against her as he clutched her close.

  “Someone is happy to see me.” She giggled, grinding against him.

  “Well, I am cleared for all activities now. We’re in a rush to leave, but perhaps you wouldn’t mind a delay?”

  “A distraction, you say? Hmm. I suppose I’m tired of packing your junk for you.”

  “Are you now? Then we should definitely do something else.”

  With that, Nex kissed her again. He gripped her buttocks, pulling her in close to feel him grow thick and long. Anneliese shivered at the demanding way he held her. Her body responded. She warmed, softening to him. He touched her all over, as if claiming her as his.

  It took her breath. She’d planned for the moment Nex decided he was ready to be intimate again. She’d readied for the old need to assert herself to rise so she could beat it back. So she could give him what he wanted.

  As if echoing her thought, he whispered, “What do you want?”

  An instinctive craving to take over gave a twinge, but not a true demand to do so. It was as if her psyche recognized she’d been denied Nex for far too long. Letting him take the lead was far easier than Anneliese had anticipated it would be. Especially when it was her choice.

  Perhaps she understood, deep down, that he would never steal her power where it counted. That she had nothing to prove where he was concerned. Anneliese wasn’t certain, but it made sense. At any rate, she was secure in her decision to give over to Nex every now and then. He was her safe place, just as she would be for him.

  “You can take the lead this time. Think of it as my gift to celebrate your return to health. And to me.”

  He beamed at her before faltering. “Are you sure? I used sex before to show you it was okay to let go of control. I was wrong. We’re equal, Anneliese.”

  “Which is why I get to tie you down next time.” She arched her brow at him.

  He laughed. “In that case—”

  He picked her up and carried her to the bed. The instant he laid her down on the mattress, she reached over her head and gripped the rails at its head. She smiled at him. “All yours. For all time.”

  “My love,” Nex breathed. He stroked down her body, accepting his right to enjoy her as he saw fit. Just as she would enjoy him in every way she could think of in the weeks, months, and hopefully, years ahead.

  She did not regret it. The occasions he’d explored Anneliese, discovering what pleasured her, came into play. Nex knew what she liked best. A diligent student reciting his lessons, he showed her what he’d learned.

  He tugged off her blouse, baring her from the waist up except where her bra covered. She gave him a naughty schoolgirl giggle as his eyes widened. Anneliese had taken the opportunity before his return to change her sensible underclothes for scantier lingerie. The lacy purple bra left little to the imagination, hiding only her nipples with roses sewn of shiny satin. Anneliese hadn’t worn it before. She wasn’t sure what had prompted her to buy it in the first place several months ago. Given the hungry gaze Nex eyed her with, she was glad she had.

  His hands hovered over her breasts, sending out a few extra trembling fingers, as if he couldn’t wait to touch. However, Nex was just as dedicated to her pleasure as he’d always been. Instead of groping what he wanted, he cupped her face instead. He held her still for his searching kiss, taking his leisure to taste her until she trembled with need.

  “Nex,” Anneliese whispered when his lips moved from hers, speaking his name like a prayer.

  He said nothing, only nuzzled her cheek before kissing her ear. Having discovered her sensitivity there, he let his tongue slowly trace the whorls before tugging on the lobe with his teeth. She trembled at the tiny but heady dart of pain.

  Nex kissed down to another sensitive area, the hollow of her throat. His lips fell with the softness of hummingbird wings, sending tiny thrills straight to her dampening pussy. Anneliese’s breath quickened, amusing some distant part of her consciousness. To think those gentle touches could excite her in such a fashion! They did, a fact Nex had taken the time and effort to discover.

  He’s always put me first. Somehow it fulfills him. I will let him continue to do so, and it will be my way of putting him first. When it’s not my turn to jump onboard and ride him like a horse, that is.

  A strange thought for a woman such as her to have, but it fit. Giving Nex what he needed meant letting him give her what she needed. A trade she was learning to accept. When her urge to assert control came on, she gripped the iron rails harder.

  Nex kissed along her collarbone. He reached the dip that came just before the rounding of her shoulder, another area where the nerve endings clustered. He lapped there then traced her collarbone over to the other side. A kiss and a nibble to make her squirm. Nex then mouthed down to the exposed portion of her breast.

  Anneliese closed her eyes and let herself feel. The wet velvet of Nex’s tongue and his breath warming her skin set gooseflesh all over her body. His lips were a downy counterpoint to the hard planes of his teeth, which delivered gentle bites as he explored the contour of the mound. Her heart beat ever faster as she indulged in each sensation he gifted her.

  He cupped the undersides of her breasts in his hands, pushing them up so that more flesh spilled out of the lace outline. His grip tightened, delivering a sweet ache to her flesh. Nex kissed the exposed skin. His touch scalded her. Watching him worship her breasts gave Anneliese a heady sense of power, though he was in control.

  Wasn’t he?

  The question became unimportant when he shoved the pretty but insubstantial lace and silk up and out of his way. Nex groaned. All control disappeared. He fell on the soft mounds with their eagerly pointing tips like a starving man. Anneliese cried out as he sucked a breast into his mouth, his tongue battering the sensitive nipple. A kaleidoscope of astounding sensations raced through her, leaving her gripping the head rails with a strength that threatened to yank them loose.

  Nex went to the other breast, sucking and licking as if he might devour her. Anneliese’s feet kicked the bed surface in response as desire arced high.

  He grabbed her breasts, sending long, supple fingers to surround them, to squeeze and drive her crazy. His mouth was in turns gentle and demanding. One moment, he’d bestow tender, shiver-making kisses. The next, he’d cautiously nip her flesh, sending piercing erotic slivers of pain. Anneliese’s mouth dropped open to cry for him to stop. Instead, she
begged, “More!” Nex behaved as he wished however, sometimes sweet and sometimes exacting. Anneliese loved every second.

  He kept the signals scrambled, relentless in his efforts to confuse her until the tiny darts of hurt were pleasure and the tendrils of bliss were torment. Anneliese’s thoughts crumbled before his delicious onslaught, allowing few clear ideas to surface save for that which kept repeating over and over again: “More.”

  When Nex slid away, moving so that his lips traveled the slight indentation from sternum to navel, Anneliese moaned with loss. Nex hooked his fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants she’d worn for packing duty. He headed down, and renewed desire and hope for what might happen next removed Anneliese’s disappointment.

  Nex first paused to kiss and lick her bellybutton, another of those quirky erogenous zones she possessed. Bubbly, fizzy thrills erupted from the attention, heating parts south anew. It was a ticklish sensation as well, and Anneliese alternated between titters and moans, depending on the pressure of the contact. Sex had gone from a violent desire to something playful and fun. Nex snickered when she erupted in giggles.

  As he indulged her in the sillier side of seduction, he drew her pants down. In the midst of her mirth, Anneliese was aware that he wasn’t using just his hands to do so. Her angle didn’t allow her to see if he’d put fingers on his feet or if he’d grown a tail or two.

  Remembering what Nex had done to her with those tails left her mouth dry. He’d been damned stingy with his cock, but his tails had almost made up for that.

  He abandoned the navel torture, heading down once more toward the thong she wore that matched her bra. The panties were soaked through from excitement. When Nex reached the purple swatch of fabric, he inhaled deeply. The slight smile he wore grew. “Your arousal has to be my favorite scent in the world,” he told her, his silver eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.

  The expression he looked at her with sent her insides squirming in anticipation. It promised so many things.

  Warm flesh circled Anneliese’s ankles and tightened. He pulled her legs apart, moving slowly and carefully. Nex’s tails had appeared after all. He was opening her, making her helpless to the coming erotic assault. Anneliese’s breath caught.

  Nex nuzzled her lace-and silk-clad mound, his breath warming what was already lava hot. Anneliese mewled with excitement as he burrowed his face where she was wettest. His mouth worked against the fabric separating them, sucking on the juices she’d saturated it with. She tried to kick when he brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of rapture through her. His slender but strong tails held her securely, keeping her still and vulnerable to him.

  “I could take these last bits of clothes off,” he said, his words slightly muffled. He spoke with his lips touching her womanhood. The vibrations made Anneliese tremble all over, but she managed to pay attention to what he said. “Somehow it appeals to me to have the coverings shoved aside instead. As if you were taken abruptly, in a passion that allowed no delay. I enjoy you looking as if I ravished you.”

  “I’d like you to do it that way sometime,” Anneliese said. Her voice was rough with craving. “You have your Risnarish method of paying attention to every tiny detail and showing women great respect. Trust me, I enjoy the hell out of that, but one day I want you to take me as if your life depended on it.”

  His silvery eyes darkened, turning storm gray. “If you wish it another time, then I will do it. I want to explore everything with you, Anneliese. All the forms of love that there are.”

  That was fine and dandy with Anneliese. She didn’t get the chance to tell Nex that, however. Displaying a little of the demand they’d discussed, he pulled the crotch of her thong to the side. He was rough enough that there was a tearing sound.

  Anneliese had no opportunity to mourn the fragile panties. Nex’s mouth plastered to her bare flesh. His tongue dipped inside, traced her folds, and delved between the petals. Anneliese arched beneath the attack, her consciousness shattering before the overwhelming strike. Her legs strained against her lover’s grip, but he held her easily, maintaining her vulnerability as he feasted on her.

  Nex wasn’t content to have her insensible with bliss, however. He slid two fingers inside her as he licked and kissed his way to her pulsing clit. He reached the sensitive nub at the same moment he found the equally receptive internal nest of nerves.

  The air left Anneliese’s lungs as rapture sizzled up her spine, exploding in her head. She uttered rough choking sounds as Nex licked and sucked while drumming inside her. He made the friction hard and demanding, forcing pleasure on her, turning her inside out with it. It was too much, the raw need hurting. She couldn’t draw breath to tell him to stop, and she couldn’t let go of the rails she held on to for dear life. She had no avenue of escape.

  Monumental climax ripped through her, shredding her surroundings. Anneliese gulped air to expel it in a scream. Fresh surges of exaltation tore into her belly, heaving one after the other. Nex’s tongue and fingers continued to work her, drawing fresh devastation with every stroke.

  Finally he gave her a respite, sitting on his heels to look at her as she lay tattered and ravaged. Anneliese blinked up at him. Her body should have been depleted, but warmth continued to throb. She grew hot again when she saw his striped chin shiny from her essence and his cock extended and jutting proudly from his groin.

  “Let me guess—” She groaned, bowing to the inevitable. “You’ve decided this encounter was for me alone.”

  “Thank the All-Spirit, no,” he laughed. “I am going to fill your warmth with myself. Even if I wanted to hold off any longer, I don’t think I could.”

  He crawled up to crouch over her, his tails still holding her open. Ready to join with her. Anneliese’s ardor spiked, as if Nex hadn’t just given her the most intense orgasm of her life. But when it came to Nex, there was never too much of a good thing.

  “Anneliese,” he whispered, gazing into her eyes with a sudden brightness. His expression told her everything before he spoke the actual words. “I love you with all my hearts.”

  “Then make me yours,” she begged. “Make us one.”

  He kissed her first, letting her taste herself on his tongue and lips. As their breath mingled, he bumped the fevered tip of his cock against her. Already open, she softened to the flesh questing for entrance.

  Swollen from the earlier pleasuring, Anneliese’s pussy yielded reluctantly to the determined invasion. A sweet ache bloomed, a hurt she wouldn’t have asked Nex to pause for. She bore it without complaint, somehow enjoying it. It fed the excitement arising once more.

  A man taking a woman. Her man taking his woman, who willingly surrendered to him. They were one. At long last, they were together.

  Nex kissed the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m so happy,” Anneliese said. “Don’t stop, Nex.”

  “I won’t. I can’t. Anneliese, if you could only understand how wonderful you feel to me.”

  “Love me, then.”

  “Always.”

  Nex held her gaze as he moved within her, first rocking with slow, exquisite rhythm. Anneliese felt as if he looked into her very soul, connecting them metaphysically as they were sexually. The phrase as one occurred to her as they looked at each other, and it resonated as a profound truth to the core of her. They couldn’t tear their eyes away, even kissing with them open.

  Meanwhile, Anneliese’s pussy adjusted to Nex’s thick girth as it slid in her channel. He abraded her inner walls so that delicious trills of bliss shivered through her. Despite Nex’s hold on her ankles, she moved beneath him, greeting his quickening thrusts as passion made its claim.

  Faster. Harder. Making their bodies clap together. Greater desire was blooming ever larger as Nex drove against her. His breath came quicker, his starburst pupils grew wide. Seeing and feeling his desire for her enhanced Anneliese’s. Brig
ht throbs of excitement clutched at her sex. Each gasp ended in a moan as she clenched tighter and tighter around him.

  Nex shifted slightly, pressing his length harder against that magic spot within her sheath. Anneliese cried out, convulsing in reaction. Nex’s eyes widened, and he ground against her, granting gorgeous friction to her clit. Delight stabbed between her legs, a vivid reminder of the earlier orgasm.

  Then the amazing thing happened, the thing he did that drove her out of her skull. Nex’s flesh, where it rubbed against her swollen bud, rippled. It moved, enfolding her clit in a warm, vibrating pocket that stroked up and down the small shaft. His cock within her swelled, knotting, growing bigger against the inner spot where lightning lived and shot out to electrify her whole body.

  “Nex!” Anneliese strangle-screamed. Billowing ecstasy was on its way, eclipsing the gorgeous striped face hovering over hers in starlight.

  “Together. Let it happen, Anneliese. Let it happen now!” His voice ended in a shout.

  As pleasure seized her, carrying her into the stratosphere, Anneliese felt Nex jolt inside her. Then all was brilliance, bathing them in a glowing universe of rapture, of perfect harmony where there was never a reason to struggle.

  To her very marrow, Anneliese understood. On every level, she knew the truth—Nex was the man she would fight for, not against.

  I won’t forget it, she vowed.

  Afterward, they curled close. Anneliese basked in having found a path to peace. She didn’t speak of it to Nex, however. She didn’t have to. His understanding was in his smile, in the comfortable manner he held her, in the way he didn’t speak either. She knew what was in his hearts without words. That if she slipped up and fought him out of habit...no, make that when she fought him out of habit...he was content to let her be herself, confident she would find her way once more. That right or wrong, he accepted her as the flawed woman she was, rather than the hero she’d thought she had to be.