by S. E. Smith
Gracie started when she felt Kordon’s warm hand under her chin. “What is makes you sad?” He asked as he brushed his thumb against her chin.
“I was thinking of how different you are from Chance.” Gracie said looking into Kordon’s eyes confused.
Kordon bit back a curse at the mention of the other man’s name. Mohan told him of Gracie’s love for the male. He read all the archives she had sent to him and it mention there was speculation on a relationship between the two but nothing in the archives showed the male ever claimed the female like he later did her sister. Kordon refused to let Gracie dwell on the other male. He was gone and Kordon was here. He did not like that Gracie would compare them. If Gracie had been his, he never would have let her go alone.
Kordon tilted Gracie’s head back refusing to let her look away from him. He wanted her to know it was him there. He would not allow her to compare him to the other male. He would not allow her to pretend he was that male. She would know it was Kordon who claimed her as his life mate.
“The only difference is I am here now and I have claimed you as mine, Gracie Jones.” Kordon said before crushed his lips down over hers in a kiss that left no doubt as to who he was.
Gracie stiffened at first but the same hot, achy warmth that caused her insides to melt and her pussy to clench seemed to have a different idea of how she should react. Gracie melted into the sweet hunger that seemed to build since she had first touch the huge Zion Admiral. Gracie leaned forward into Kordon and slowly let her hands moved over his wide shoulders before wrapping them around his neck. Her fingers twisted in the long thin braid down his back holding him to her as she opened her mouth. The first touch of his tongue against hers had her groaning in need. She never even noticed when he picked her up in his arms turning back towards the bed and gently laying her back down. Gracie pulled away and cried out as she felt his hand on her breast, pulling at her distended nipple through the thin satin.
“Oh!” Gracie moaned as she arched closer to Kordon’s warm hand.
Kordon looked down at Gracie’s flushed face and passion dazed eyes. “Look at me Gracie Jones.” Kordon commanded softly. “Look at me and say my name. Tell me who you see.”
“Kordon.” Gracie whispered huskily looking into his dark blue eyes. “I see Kordon.”
Kordon growled out in triumph as he pulled back enough to slide the straps off of Gracie’s shoulders. “I claim you, Gracie. You are mine. I not allow anyone to take you from me…not you nor a man who no longer lives. You are mine. Tell me.” Kordon said softly in a voice that told there would be no arguing, no going back.
Even in the stilted words of English, Gracie understood what Kordon was saying and what was about to happen. He was telling her she would become his. Gracie knew deep down she could fight it but the outcome would remain the same. Kordon had claimed her. Gracie’s mind fluttered briefly to the saying ‘…be wise enough to know the difference’. Did she really want to change this? There was something going on between her and Kordon. She might not understand it but did she really want to not see where it took her? She didn’t fight for it before and look what happened. Gracie knew she could survive alone. She spent three years doing that and almost six months when she was a child in the dark tunnels before the guys found her. No, if she did this it was because she was ready to belong to someone.
“I’m yours, Kordon.” Gracie said huskily. “I’m yours.”
Kordon pulled back and slowly began undressing never taking his eyes off of Gracie. From the first moment he heard her husky voice, he knew she was his. He remembered his father and his father’s father talking about when they first met their life mate. They told him just the sound of their life mate’s voice gave them a sense of peace, of serenity. They also told him he would become very protective and possessive of his female. They laughingly told how their mates fought them every step of the way whenever they became too possessive or protective but they added it was well worth the making up. While Zion Warriors were ruthless and cold towards any others, Kordon’s father and father’s father admitted their life mates had them wrapped around their delicate little fingers. Kordon could finally appreciate what they were trying to tell him.
Gracie sat up ignoring how the satin of her nightgown pooled around her hips leaving her breasts bared. Her eyes were glued on Kordon’s broad chest. He had removed his shirt and was unfastening the pants of his uniform. Gracie ran her fingers over the pattern of marks running down the right side of his body. The marks continued to his hip as he pushed his pants down revealing his huge, swollen cock which jerked at Gracie’s touch.
“What do they mean?” Gracie asked as she let her fingers trace the symbols.
Kordon stood ridged as he fought for control. “They tell which clan I come from, who my family is, and the battles I have won.” Kordon said through gritted teeth.
His cock was jerking upward at each delicate trace and was beginning to throb painfully. He was not used to having to deny his desire. Normally when he was with a female he took what he wanted while giving the female extreme satisfaction before leaving. Now, it was as if he knew instinctively Gracie needed this time to explore him. He would give her the time even if it killed him. As her touch moved lower, a light sweat broke out over Kordon. He decided he probably was going to die if she didn’t satisfy her curiosity soon.
“Gracie.” Kordon choked out as her fingers ran over his hip bone.
Gracie bit her lip to hold back the smile threatening to break free. It was empowering to know she had this type of effect over someone as powerful as Kordon. Gracie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the mark on his hip listening as Kordon drew in a deep breath before letting it out in a long hiss. Gracie glanced up and noticed Kordon had his eyes closed and his mouth was pressed into a straight line…a muscle ticked in his jaw. Gracie turned her head slightly and looked at Kordon’s cock as it jerked up towards his stomach. The tip was different from the few glimpses she caught during the times when she accidentally stumbled across guys and from magazines they tried to hide from her. His cock was rounded at the end like a human but there were a series of small ridges circling it as well. He was long and very thick. At the junction between his legs instead of testicles hanging down like in the magazines he had none. Instead, at the base of his cock was a series of thicker bands.
Gracie opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue flick over one set of ridges around the tip of his cock curious as to how he would taste. Kodon’s eyes snapped open at the touch of Gracie’s tongue on his cock. His breath exploded out of him and he could not hold back any longer. Kordon stepped back away from Gracie. Kicking his boots off, he quickly finished undressing. Gracie watched his every move in fascination. Somewhere inside her she knew she should be scared or worried. She had, on more than one occasion, stumbled across the guys, including Chance, having sex with a female from another rebel group. She remembered hiding and watching as they made love, curious about it. She didn’t remember any of the guys being as big as Kordon but she never really got that good a look. Both the guys and the women they were with seemed to be enjoying the experience from the muffled cries she heard. It was one of the reasons she hadn’t been afraid to press Chance to make love to her. It was only Adam’s insistence she was too young that prevented it from happening. Well, Gracie thought as Kordon came towards her, I’m not too young anymore.
Gracie gasped when Kordon gripped her by her hips and lifted her so he could pull the rest of the nightgown off of her. When Gracie would have pulled her legs up, Kordon growled out a warning for her to remain still.
“Open for me, Gracie. Let me taste your sweetness.” Kordon whispered harshly.
Gracie looked deeply into the dark blue eyes that became darker as his desire flared. Gracie slowly relaxed her legs letting them fall open for Kordon. She reached her arms over her head and gave herself to him totally. She wanted to do this. She wanted to know him as a woman knows a man. A man…Gracie’s breath caught…a man she cares
about. Gracie wouldn’t say she loved Kordon. She didn’t know him well enough to say that. But, Gracie realized in shock, there was something there. It was the way her body reacted when he touched her. It was the way a warm, soft feeling grew when he came into the room or Mohan spoke of him. It was in the craving to hear his voice even if she couldn’t understand what he was saying. It was also in the way he made her feel when he looked at her, like she was the only one there…the only one that mattered.
“Kordon.” Gracie moaned out as her fingers sought to grip the headboard of the bed desperately.
Kordon’s face was buried between Gracie’s legs which he pulled over his board shoulders forcing her to open wide for him. He gently stroked her at first letting the moisture from her arousal coat his fingers. She was so wet he bit back the urge to just take her. Kordon moaned softly as Gracie’s sweet taste flowed over his tongue. He buried his mouth in her nipping and stroking her as his fingers slowly invaded her body searching all her secrets and claiming them as she cried out hoarsely.
Kordon pushed his tongue between her swollen lips seeking entrance to follow his fingers which moved in and out of her in a rhythm as old as time itself. When he plunged his fingers in as far as they would go, he felt the barrier blocking her womb and heard her gasp of pain. Kordon pulled back slightly with a frown that quickly turned to a sigh of satisfaction. The male, Chance, may have been the first to claim Gracie’s heart but Kordon would be the first to claim her body and, if he had his way, the last one to claim her heart.
Kordon murmured soothingly to Gracie as he pulled back enough to brush a kiss along the inside of her thigh. “You are mine, Gracie.” Kordon murmured before he thrust his fingers up through the barrier breaking it.
He knew he was larger than human males and thicker. He did not want her first time to be any more painful than necessary. A Zion male was also built different from human males in that the bands around their cocks swelled during sex locking the female to the male. The ridges at the top moved during this time massaging the female’s sensitive channel and increasing both of their pleasure. That was one reason many women sought out a Zion male for sexual encounters. Kordon had heard more than once that once a female tasted the love making skills of a Zion male they were never satisfied with anything less.
Gracie gasped as pain swept through her. She could feel Kordon’s thick fingers deep inside her. He held them still as her body adjusted to his forceful intrusion. Gracie blinked back the tears as the stinging began to fade. She tried to pull away but stopped when Kordon nipped the inside of her thigh when she tried to pull her leg off his shoulder.
“It will not be as painful now.” Kordon murmured as he pressed a kiss to the red mark from his teeth. “My cock is too thick for you to take without first breaking the barrier protecting your womb. It may still be uncomfortable at first but your body will accept mine. I am sorry I had to hurt you.”
Gracie only understood part of his words as he spoke in a combination of her language and his but she understood enough to know what he was trying to tell her. He wanted to minimize her discomfort. Gracie knew it would hurt being her first time. In a way, she was glad Kordon knew what to do. Gracie’s hips began moving on their own as her body began heating up again as Kordon moved his fingers inside of her. She moaned loudly when she felt him spreading them to stretch her. She felt a slight burning but more than that she felt a desire to feel him buried inside her, not his fingers.
“Please, Kordon. I want you. I want to feel you.” Gracie moaned again as he put three fingers inside her and spread them apart.
Kordon chuckled softly as he ran his tongue over the swollen nub of Gracie’s womanhood. She was soaking his fingers as he worked her and he could feel her clenching at them. He moved up slowly kissing her soft skin as he covered her body with his own. Gracie looked up at him with a dazed smile and lifted her arms to his shoulders running them lightly over them before around his neck to pull him down over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as she felt the thick head of his cock rub against her.
“You are beautiful.” Kordon said in his own language as he crushed his lips down on Gracie’s.
He shuddered as he forced himself to take her slowly. He felt her stiffen for a moment as the thick, bulbous head of his cock fought for entrance into her swollen heat. He pulled back slightly and pushed forward again until he felt her body open and he slowly sunk into her heated core. Gracie trembled as the ridges stroked her sensitive walls. She couldn’t prevent her body from arching into Kordon driving him deeper into her. The band around his cock started to swell as Kordon felt the heat building towards his first climax. There were four bands in all and each would swell before releasing his seeds and giving him totally satiation. He wanted Gracie to climax each time with him. As he moved deeper into her, he could feel the tightness as he stretched her. Her body fought at first but soon recognized his claim. He focused on letting the ridges along the top of his cock stroke her until she squeezed down on him tightly as her first orgasm erupted from her in a hot flow.
“Oh, oh, oh…” Gracie cried out as her body stiffened with a powerful climax that left her breathless and shaking. “Kordon!” She whimpered as the waves of pleasure kept washing through her.
“This is just the beginning, my Gracie.” Kordon whispered in broken English as his own body tightened as the first band released. Kordon groaned loudly as wave after wave pulsed from his body into Gracie’s tight one.
“The beginning?” Gracie whispered looking up at Kordon in shock. “I thought…” Her words faded as Kordon smiled wickenly.
“I told you Zion males are different from human males.” Kordon said as he began pumping deeper into Gracie.
Gracie gasped as she felt the swollen band rub her at the same time as the ridges. Her body immediately reacted to the simulation and Gracie let out a small scream as she withered under Kordon. Kordon grunted as he pulled Gracie even closer against his chest and began pumping hard and fast. The first band had locked them together. He would not be able to pull out of her until he had come several more times without hurting her.
Gracie’s body stiffened as she felt the pressure building again inside her. She frantically dug her nails into Kordon’s hair and bit down on his shoulder as the pressure exploded sending out shockwaves of pleasure as she came again. Kordon’s hoarse yell followed as another band on his cock released sending waves of pleasure soaring through him. He felt Gracie’s small tongue licking at the bit mark on his shoulder and he let his head fall forward until it rested in the curve of Gracie’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss into the soft skin as he drew in deep breaths. Never before had he reacted so strongly during sex. He was lucky if he spent two bands during the course of a night. With Gracie, he could already feel the third band swelling and pushing him deeper into her. He shuddered as the soft, heated walls of Gracie’s channel closed around his hard length.
“Gracie.” Kordon moaned softly into her skin. “Gracie.” He repeated as he began moving again.
Kordon thought about how it would feel to take Gracie from behind. He wanted to see her spread out under him, her ass in the air as he watched his cock disappear inside her. Just the vision of it was enough to cause his cock to swell. Pulsing streams exploded into Gracie as he slammed as deep as he could go into her. Gracie screamed as she shattered. Kordon’s loud roar blending with her cry as the last two bands swelled together in such an intensive release Kordon collapsed on top of Gracie in disbelief.
Kordon was stunned. Never before had he experienced total release and satisfaction. His body pulsed with energy as the intense pleasure rocked him over and over. Kordon stiffened and pulled away slightly afraid he might be crushing Gracie. Just the thought of it cause him to chuckle. The more he thought about it his chuckle soon turned to laughter as for the first time in a long time he felt a sense of freedom.
Gracie looked up with a pout pushing her lower lip out and pinched the side of his neck. “What is so funny?”<
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Kordon looked down on Gracie’s flushed face. He brushed a kiss across her little nose before replying. “You ask me when I first see you if I…” Kordon frowned as he tried to figure out the word she used. “…quish you. I quish you now.”
Gracie’s pout turned into a beautiful smile as she brushed a kiss across Kordon’s lips. “Squish. I asked you if you were going to squish me.” Gracie giggled.
“I say that. Quish.” Kordon said arrogantly.