Science Fiction {soft}

In the snap of a finger, he'd crossed to slam a palm on the sliding door-plate, sealing them in. When he turned to face her, Feyna was shocked at how dangerous he looked. Thinking she'd driven him to strike her, she scooted back several paces, a wave of adrenaline speeding through her bloodstream to trigger her body's fight-or-flight mode.

It didn't matter that she was a specialist in Nevarsis style hand-to-hand combat when DeSardon seized her, pushing her back against the wall. Caging her so she felt the hard ridge of his arousal, her body turned to mush. "W-what are doing?" she flustered. "There's no need for this. I've no intention of damaging your career."

"Forget the job," he rasped. "Don't you feel it?"

She stared back uncomprehendingly, struggling to shift mental gears. For one wild moment, she wondered if she was dreaming or perhaps she was hallucinating. There was a strange sense of unreality about the way they were responding to each other, the room seeming to revolve while strands of sexual energy curled hotly around them, the press of his cock against her mound sapping her will.

"Give in to your needs," he softly urged.

For a moment, the psychologist in Feyna kicked in to question if he was secretly enraged that she'd accepted the assignment--not taking heed of his kiss-off, so to speak--and this was all part of some intricate ploy to discredit her, encouraging her to make the first move. But then again, if security cameras were filming them, he'd be caught as well. And if it wasn't a strategy, then amazingly, he still wanted her.

"I want you," he confirmed, that fantastic mouth hovering a short breath from hers. "Take what you want, Feyna. Ignore everything else."

Later, when she could think again, she would tell herself that something within him triggered a weakness in her. Like a person with an addiction, she craved his particular brand of masculinity, the excruciating pleasure generated by his touch. Now, with a silent moan of despair, she reached up to grasp his thick tail of black hair, tugging his head down.

Ketrick's response was instantaneous. Meeting her open mouth halfway, he seized her bun, pulling her mass of silky hair free, taking handfuls to tilt her head while his mouth went to battle with hers. Sucking and plying, he caught her full lower lip for erotic nips, laving away the hurt, then stabbing forcefully with his tongue, sweeping inside her wetness to draw her smaller velvety tongue into his mouth.

The shock of the I-missed-you-like-crazy kind of kiss powered through Feyna like a lightning bolt, the exotic, male taste of him after her long deprivation unspeakably glorious. She met his assault with one of her own. Arching her body to press greedily closer, her hands clutched at his broad shoulders. Her heart pounding chaotically as she darted her tongue to tangle with his, reveling in his largeness and the tantalizing scrape of male bristle against her skin.

Feyna needed more. Seizing the initiative again, she slid up the wall, making them both cry out when she rocked the vulva that felt as if it had swollen to twice its size against the bow of his pulsing shaft. And feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders moving under her hands, she wanted to feel the heat of his bare skin and tried to slip a hand under the hem of his close-fitting tunic. "Where's the opening?"

Eyes brilliant from urgency, he reached up to tear back the fastening strip, moving closer again as she shoved the black tunic off his shoulders, which dropped to the ground.

As desperate as she was, Feyna had to take a moment to drink in the sight of his wide, bronzed torso and lean waist, her hands, for pure animal pleasure, stoking over the incredible definition in his arms. She understood that some women didn't care for male body hair. She loved it, her fingers drawn like a magnet to his chest's warm, black pelt.

Gently, she circled his flat, dark nipples and he shuddered. When she bent to lap at them, she could hear his chest working for more air. His skin was slick and tasted salty, his masculine musk saturating her senses. Yum, yum.

"God, Feyna, you're killing me."

She reached down to the waistband of his trousers and fumbled.

He caught her hand. "You first."

Moonlit skin writhed on the silken sheets. The couple on the bed had been twisted together for hours, their magic swirling in the air around them in a wild cloud.

His lips caressed her throat while his hips worked in a steady beat. He groaned his release against her ivory flesh as his body shuddered in completion. Councilor Wyx fell to the side of his companion and closed his eyes as he struggled to regain his breath.

“So my granddaughter will be tested by the council?” Isowyn fixed her gaze on her companion and arched one brow. Sweat ran down her sides and coated her willowy limbs with a fine sheen that made her glow in the darkness. Her silvery hair was tucked behind one delicately pointed ear.

“Yes my dear Isowyn, at the next full moon your granddaughter will be brought before the council.” He opened his golden eyes and met her steady gaze. “You do realize, however, that I am not guaranteeing her passing the tests, only that they will be administered.”

“I understand that Wyx, but I need her to have this chance. She is all I have, and there is no guarantee that Erak will ever reproduce again.” She brought her lips down to meet his and in a few seconds of dueling her tongue with his he moved to cover her once again.

“A pleasure doing business with you, Isowyn.” His hips rocked forward and his turgid member slid home once again.

She arched her back, welcoming her fey lover. This was what her kind did best. Those of the faerie were very good at sex, after all, they had plenty of time to practice.

Her granddaughter needed to know the pleasures of her own kind.

He had been watching the motion of her breasts as she tugged on the bedding, and the pressure behind his zipper was threatening to burst it wide open.

“Your clothing had to be removed to ascertain the seriousness of your injuries. And because we are now hand fasted for one year. According to Realm tradition, you have until the waning of the full moon to come to me to consummate the union. After that, I will come to you.”

She had a suspicious look on her face, “How long until the waning of the moon?”

His eyes lighting with anticipation and the smile on her face confirmed her suspicions. “About four hours. Then you’re mine.”

“Like hell.” She scooted up in the bed, and kept the covers to her chin, “This isn’t your company, and you can’t just do something like that. It’s unethical.”

The shadow of anger flew across his features as her words struck him. “It may be unethical, but for mages it is quite natural. Either you come to me, or I will come to you. And you will welcome me.”

“I don’t think so.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and hugged herself.

Suddenly, he leaned toward her and caught her mouth with his own. Without warning, his tongue swept inside to take possession. She moaned as heat flared within her, and her eyes widened as she felt the stirring of magic within her. His magic was pouring into her through his mouth and her body was coming alive.

Her eyes opened to see the two werewolves hovering over her. "This has to be the weirdest dream I have ever had. But usually I am alone with the guy and there is no girl."

            Sirnel applied the compress that his sister had obtained, "We aren't part of a dream, and there are Magi on your trail. There has been an alert that an Archive is loose in the world and they are ready and willing to fight to possess you."

            "But how did they find me? For that matter, how did you find me?"

            "Your grandmother knew that knowledge of your existence was only a matter of time, and so she met with our Alpha to arrange for a bodyguard for you. Years ago. But, as long as you remain on your grandmother's property or our lands, you are free from their intervention. But not free from ours."

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"From yours." Her mind was whirling "Your clan wants something from me? "

            "They want possession of the only living Archive."

            "Well, I am currently in your custody." Her tone ended with a hopeful note. She knew that there was more to it, but she could dream. "Will that do for now? "

            "They want it on a permanent basis, Melissande."

            "What does that mean?"She raised a hand to hold the compress to her head and she turned to his sister for clarification. "What did he mean, Rebecca?"

            "In two days, all interested unmated males of the clan will make a play for your affections by holding a games day. Each game designed to highlight the strength and abilities of the wolves involved. Only the five highest scoring participants will be presented to you for choosing."

            "Oh, great. Speed dating for complete idiots." She closed her eyes and shook her head; she couldn't believe that she had forgotten her grandmother's property was within a pack territory. Her grandma had been pressing her to start dating seriously, but she had just brushed it off as grandmotherly pestering. Apparently, Grandma had taken matters into her own hands.

            "Sirnel, maybe you should get some of the other alpha females here to help out. I don't think that the guys will be much use. "Rebecca shook her head at her brother and frowned.

            "Why do you say that?"

            "Well if you had been able to get your brain out of her pants for more than a few moments, I would say let you stay. But we can't contaminate the games by getting her too familiar with you. It would be cheating." She smiled slightly as Melissande coloured brightly, red flooding into her cheeks.

            A heavy sigh broke through him. " Yes, I guess you are right. I don't want her sent off with someone who won' t respect her just because I became too familiar."

            "He 's leaving?" Disappointed was a mild word. Crushed was the only one that fit.

            "Yes, Melissande, I have to leave. That way I have a chance to be presented to you at the games, if I am a winner." He sat next to her and leaned forward for a delicate kiss. She tasted his breath for an instant, spicy and wild, then his lips gently pressed into hers. Her lids fluttered closed and her entire focus was the soft strength of his mouth on her. It was as if her entire body was using that light touch as a spur to its arousal. Her pulse pounded in her veins, and then he was gone.

I opened the hatch.

The creatures hovering just outside the hatch, two males and two females, did appear to be human, just like us, except they were all bald. They had absolutely no hair. Even the females had no hair. And I mean they really had no hair at all. No pubic hair or body hair, not even eyebrows as far as I could tell. It was very curious. Here we were confronted by these exceptionally beautiful hairless creatures, each of whom could have been a model for a statue in the Greek pantheon of gods and goddesses.

On the one hand, we were all somewhat frightened and anxious about our situation. On the other hand, it was difficult to ignore feelings of sexual arousal. I mean these creatures looked good. They all appeared to have a deep bronze complexion. They might have had a fair skin to begin with, but they were deeply tanned. They were all very muscular and obviously in excellent condition. One thing about weightlessness, breasts and buttocks don't sag when there is no gravity so they all looked even better--and sexier--than they would have under normal circumstances on Earth.

They motioned us out. We were all fairly clumsy, but eventually we were all floating outside the hatch feeling self-conscious and trying not to stare at our captors. Nobody said anything, but there was no doubt that we could do nothing but comply with them.

Abruptly, one of the female creatures gave a flick of her cape and darted away. That's when I realized what the capes were for. She used it the way a bird would use a wing. It wasn't very large but apparently, in skilled hands, it could be very effective for moving about in free fall. I can't help saying that she looked incredibly sexy as she maneuvered her body this way and that.

The other creatures motioned us to join her out in mid-air.

"Jason, do you have anything else for me to wear? I can't run around the galaxy in my pajamas."

"Why not?" He cracked his naughty smile then got serious. He glanced around the room, a small line between his brows indicating thought. "I don't have anything to fit you, but you can wear a jumpsuit over your clothes. When the pods give up the search, we'll go to Talgus. They always have something a lady will like."

"Pants and a t-shirt are all I'm asking for. Oh, and shoes." She started to sit up again, but one strong hand centered on her chest and pushed her back down.

"What's your hurry? We've got a few hours to lay low before we can go anywhere." He was out of the chair and on top of her in one fluid motion she couldn't have written any sexier. Despite her loss of consciousness and being, as far as she knew, trapped in some hackneyed alternate reality, she instantly responded to Jason's touch. She always did. His weight on top of her was easy to bear and he laughed softly in her ear.

"The oxygen?"

"Not this time, Goddess. I just love being on top of you."

"Oh," she managed before he kissed her with a sensuality full of promises of things to come. Lips brushed lips and the small sounds they made flowed over her like warm honey. She ran her hands over his back, and the flex and pull of his muscles through the thin black t-shirt thrilled her. He was such a manly man, nothing like her other lovers from school. She reveled in his strength and the sheer size of him. The span of his shoulders seemed to go on for an eternity as she kneaded her hands into the knots she found. He moaned into her mouth, tickling her lips with his breath before drawing away.

"So this is what you mean by lay low?" She laughed, too, giddy from the knock on the head and the extra oxygen and the hot guy now lying on top of her. Being kidnapped was getting better and better.

Barely an inch of space remained between his head and the shelf above so she pushed on his hips, lowering him on the bed. He buried his face in her chest, kissing a trail from her throat to her breastbone. One hand crept under her tank top and cupped around her left side, warming her waist and belly. He gripped her that way, heat radiating from his hand into her then slid her shirt up to pool atop her breasts.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, feeling bold.

Jason raised his hands just like any person would when a gun was pointed at them. Everything he did seemed scripted. Jen searched her mind for a way to change things, to turn the tables before she became some quivering woman who acquiesced to him. She would not play the submissive heroine to his hero. Still, he did kind of make her quiver with arousal, the bastard.

“I think the question, pretty girl, is what are you going to do? You’re the one holding the blaster.” Jen nodded, then an idea came to her. She gestured with the weapon for Bell to get on the bed. “Lay down,” she commanded, sounding tougher than she felt.

Reaching into her climbing gear, she came across a few lengths of nylon rope, and proceeded to secure Jason’s arms and legs to the bed, spread eagle. I guess rock climbing has advantages, thought Jen as she tied each knot one-handed. He pulled against the restraints, then raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well, well, here’s a woman I can relate to. Kinky. I like it.” He grinned and she could not help but smile back. She was melting despite her best efforts to remain aloof. He looked a bit taken aback for all his bold talk, though. She stood there, blaster pointed at the prone man. Jen considered calling Katya in to deal with Bell, but she decided against it. He was sexy all tied up like that, and how often does one get an opportunity to meet the man of her fantasies?

“Usually, now is when we get naked.” As Jason dropped a lascivious wink at her, she felt adrenaline rush up her spine. Why not? After all, he’s tied up. What can he possibly do? Nodding once, she untied one hand and both ankles, pointing the gun directly at his crotch. “Take off your pants.”

She reached over to Edan and lifted his shirt off over his head. Jordan and Abby both stared for a moment at the chiseled body before them, then Jordan let out a low whistle. “Only you two could look even better without clothes. I am almost embarrassed to be so lucky right now.”

Abby ran her hands over Edan’s bare chest, then stood him up to remove his jeans. His cock stood out from his body, and Abby pulled him into her arms to feel it up against her body. He responded by gently thrusting his hips, placing his hands at her waist. She kissed him again, this time he allowed her to penetrate him with her tongue, and they played for a few moments. She felt Jordan step behind her and shifted her weight back to let him know she wanted him close as well. He pulled her top off, then her pants but left on the black bra and thong she was wearing. She was warm, surrounded by men. Abby turned to face Jordan and Edan pulled her rear into him, cock resting neatly between her cheeks. He groaned, and spoke in her ear, “Abby, I had no idea how beautiful you were under all those clothes. You look gorgeous and you feel so good against me. Is Jordan as handsome as you are beautiful?”

“Oh yes, but you don’t have to take my word for it.” She undressed Jordan quickly. What a sight they must have been, she thought, standing in the living room surrounded by pillows and blankets, naked, save for her undergarments. She looked from one to the other of her men, then they sank into a three way embrace, her in the middle. She rested her head on Jordan’s chest and felt Edan’s hands encircling her waist. Jordan’s hands reached around both of them to cup Edan’s firm ass and pull him closer to them.

Abby felt Edan’s cock push into her backside and moaned softly. She laid back and he began tracing his fingers over her body. He ran his hands lightly over every part of her, then reached around and freed her breasts, tossing her bra across the room. Jordan nodded his assent, smiling his sunny smile. Both men kissed her breasts then, and she felt a hand, Jordan’s she thought, moving up her inner thigh.

The boys rose from her and started kissing each other. Jordan’s wandering hand made it to her pussy and dove in, found her clit and began stroking her in the rhythm he knew she loved. She kept her eyes wide, enjoying the hand on her but also enjoying the show. Edan sat up slightly and began running his hands down Jordan’s back. He moved back and Jordan licked his way down Abby’s thighs to bury his face between her legs. He began licking her clit in his legendary way, sucking her in until she was bucking beneath him. Beyond him she could see Edan caressing Jordan’s legs and ass, occasionally dipping in to finger his asshole. Jordan moaned into her pussy; vibrations coursed through her and she came to shuddering climax.

Alex nodded and reached his hand up, brushed her hair with his fingers. ”I don’t judge. I worry.” He leaned close, brushed his thick poochy lips on hers.
God was he ever a man! And so damned good looking! Who woulda ever thunk I could pull off attracting a man like him? She still thought he was some undercover type, but who gave a damn? He’d probably dump her once he found something better, but for tonight…

She pulled at his overcoat, rubbing it off his lean shoulders and tossing it aside. Her arms ached with every movement, but now that other parts of her body were awakening in ways they hadn’t in a very long time, the endorphins relieved her pain. She loosened his tie, slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and sent it to the corner of the room. His chest was hairless. Dark nipples were erect with excitement and her lips were compelled to taste him. Musky and sweet all at once. He was one sexy cookie, good enough to eat in one bite.

Her hands flattened on his washboard abs and traced his body to his belt. She hadn’t seen a man wear a belt for decoration before. Normally her boyfriends used them to prevent plumber’s crack. Not this one. He was lean and mean. She undid the buckle and yanked, sending the belt to the other side of the room. “Stand up, you.”

He followed her command and she expertly unbuttoned him, pulling his pants to his knees, lowering his socks while he kicked his boots off. She trembled at the touch of his cock. Ten inches of throbbing hardness felt good in her hands and would feel even better in other places.
She knelt on bruised knees, forgetting her pain and took him into her mouth. She never liked giving blow jobs before, but this man tasted and looked better than anyone she’d ever had the pleasure of pleasing.

She flicked his head with her tongue first, teasing him.

He watched her with curiosity, occasionally tilting his other head back and moaning.

“You like?” she asked with full mouth.

He nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Good.” She sank him into her mouth, pumped him until she tasted sweet drops dripping down the back of her throat. She wanted to tease him, but didn’t want him to cum completely just yet. No. She wanted him inside her first. She slowed her strokes down to a stop, removed his penis from her lips and pushed him toward the bed while pulling her own sweater over her head, unhooking her bra.

He was a sexy guy, but not too quick on the undressing part.

That’s okay. He’s sexy enough to make up for all that. “Want this?” She lifted her breasts up to him like a plate of food.

He nodded and took them in his hands, bringing his lips to her and sucking.

She fell forward on top of him, running her fingers down his sides and clenching him in her fist, pumping him just enough to keep him hard. Although from what she could see, that wasn’t a problem.

Alexandre ran his hands down her sides to her jeans.

Damn! She needed to get these off. She stood back up and seductively unbuttoned them, stripping down to her panties while he watched. Then she gently teased him by slowly inching those down and kicking them across the room.

She rolled to her back, spread her legs. “Come to me. Get inside me.”

"Relax, Taris, this is good for you. And no woman's gonna hurt you. They want to love you. They want you to make love to them, have children." Taris shuddered. "Sshh, don't fear me. Don't fear being helpless. It's arousing, not threatening. Imagine the woman going down on you…" She flipped back the loincloth to kiss his cock. "And licking and tasting you. Imagine her hot, sweaty skin on yours, pressing herself against you." Taris swallowed and started panting. Kalisha opened his pants and slowly pulled them down. He lifted his butt to help. "Imagine her shallow breath and her urging into your ear to go on." She gently pulled apart his legs and caressed his thighs with both hands. "Imagine her going down on you again like that." She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, relieved to see it grow to its full length. "And then when you think you can take no more, she tickles you." Kalisha took great pleasure in playing her tongue on his glans.

"Oh, please…"

"Nah, that is just the beginning of her game with you, because she wants you hot and eager." Kalisha put a loop of rope around his ankles and connected them loosely with the foot end. Taris made a sound, but didn't order her to take the rope off. "She wants to make this a night you won't forget. And later she will remember that you gave her the best you had to give. Freely. Relentlessly. You have something for her to cherish." Taris lifted his buttocks to get more of her teasing tongue. He breathed shallowly now. His eyes were still closed, his lips parted. His chest heaved. The muscles of his belly tensed as she caressed the soft skin around his testicles. "You're so utterly adorable, Taris." She shed her blouse and touched his belly with her breasts. He moaned loudly. Kalisha grinned with satisfaction then returned to fondling his cock and thick balls.

"Please, take me."

"My pleasure, Taris, that's all I wanted to hear." She swallowed his length. Taris cried out, lust taking over, forcing back what his mind told him and whatever memory dictated his behavior. He trembled when Kalisha adjusted her body over his and finally opened his eyes.

"Kalisha, you're wonderful."

She kissed him. "I know, but thanks for telling me."

Kyra watched the hands slide down her torso and moaned as they caressed her breasts, then trailed down to her ribs. As she let out little sighs and whimpers they continued their exploration The long elegant fingers drew circles along her outer thighs and her breath came in gasps as she fisted her hands in the sheets of her bunk.

“Ouch, damn it. Ouch. Ok Tory, enough!”

“Well, the damage does not seem to be permanent, but you are lucky to have escaped in such good shape.” Tory withdrew her hands from her friend’s body and wiped the blood she accumulated from the superficial cuts Kyra had sustained off onto her jumpsuit. “You have cracked ribs and substantial bruising over most of your body, but nothing life threatening. This is the last time I grope you after a fight, next time have a companion do it. At least they get paid for it.”

“Is this another custom? You can’t keep eating if I don’t?” Anna was exhausted from the stresses of her day. It was making her cranky, and it showed in her voice.

He swiftly cleared the remains of the meal from the table. “No, but you are tired. You need to sleep. I will see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, goodnight then.” Anna stumbled over to the bed and was out before her head had even hit the pillow.

Tarun looked over at the little alien. She certainly was not what he had expected.

Given the communications that he had had with the Negotiator, he was expecting a mouse. She was instead a wolf, hesitant but determined.

The ship suit that she wore did not do her justice. Her breasts pushed against the fabric in a way that even the unflattering cut of the suit could not disguise, and the flare of her hips made his hands clench with the effort to restrain himself.

The Nyx festival was only seven days away, if he worked quickly, they might just make it. But he was going to have to push the bounds of their attraction faster than he wanted to. He grinned and walked down the path to his own home, what a challenge. This was going to be fun.
 

A compulsive crafter and sucker for a ‘happily ever after’, I spend my time avoiding anything related to housework. My hobbies have included needlework, metalwork, henna tattoos and costume design. Oh yeah, and writing. I love to write. A rabid sci-fi buff and nerd to the core.

“Stand up.” His voice was harsh. She looked at his face and all semblance of humor was gone.

She stood up and walked over to him. In astonishment, she watched his hands dissolve the difficult clasps and buttons and in seconds she was down to her corset and chemise. She grabbed his hands when he reached for her corset.

“Thanks I can take it from here, General.” Her fingers felt cold against the calloused heat of his hands.

“I would think you would be used to men stripping you.” The ice dripped from every word.

She was in shock. “What? Why would you think that?” The savage derision burning from his eyes was a sudden changed from his earlier levity.

“You were working at the station brothel, I am sure you were quite popular. You are, after all, an extremely attractive female.” His hands cupped her breasts over the edge of the corset.

Heat flared from her flesh where he was gently caressing her, then, shock reeled through her. She stepped out of his reach and put distance between them. He thought she was a whore. She almost burst into hysterical laughter. A whore. She was still a virgin. She had never been tempted enough to make herself that vulnerable.

Obviously, General Kassil did not believe that was the case. He had been told to contact her at the brothel, so she must be a whore.

“I was engaged in singular sexual gratification.” The words came out in a rush. She then waited for his reaction.

“Are you sure it was singular?” He looked dubious.

“Well, physically yes. But I was involved with one of the male members of the crew on the astral plane.” There, it was all out now.

He moved his hands and quickly turned off the monitors and recorders. “That encounter was not as private as you think. The crew member that you chose had a psi recorder hooked up. If the pilot had not jumped when he did, you would be starring in an inter-species mating vid right now.”

She walked back onto the stage at the urging of the other dancers. No one seemed surprised or disappointed that she had won. She moved close to Palden, smelling his distinct musk over the scent of female sweat that filled the stage. She gave him a small curtsy and bowed her head. She was a little confused though. He normally only gave off that heady scent when he was aroused by a female.

She was completely taken aback when he reached forward and grasped her arms, drawing her into his embrace. She was even more surprised when he kissed her as if to devour her very soul. His tongue lips and teeth moving together to draw out her reactions and cause her pulse to race. So this was why he never lacked for female companionship. If she had known, she would have jumped him a month ago, the instant that she had landed.

Kaylee wished she had some popcorn. Watching Dirven strip had been enough to get her mouth watering, watching him under the spray of her own shower was almost too much to bear. Since she couldn't even touch herself, she had to hover and observe every nuance of his muscled limbs, the vee shape of his torso leading to narrow hips, and the hard thrust of his cock against the wash of the water.

Scooting close to him, she could hear the purr, and against her better judgement, tried to stroke that pulsing length through the water. It jumped as her hand passed through it, and Dirven looked down, surprised. She did it again, and so did his cock, this time leaking a dribble of precum in reaction to her touch. "Oh, fun."

Kaylee had tried to pass through a living being once, but he had been running from her at the time. It had never occurred to her to try again. Snickering, she walked through his body and clapped her hands at his shudder. Well, she tried to clap, her own hands passed through each other. "This is too much fun." She walked through him one more time and was rewarded with his groan.

Buckles were carefully undone, knots were untied and every inch of her body was caressed as it was exposed. She did not know if she was visible or not at this point, her mind was rioting as her body was flushed with sensation. “Oh boy.”

“You said something?”

“I don’t know how much of this I can stand.” She pressed her thighs together to hide the damp reaction of her body, but that only drew his attention. He grasped her knees and gently but firmly parted her legs.

“I think you are doing well for a controlling personality.”

She felt his tongue on the inside of her thigh and shivered. As he leaned forward, she gasped in surprise. He was still wearing his shirt and it was scratching her skin as he drew loops and designs up her thighs with his tongue.

When he firmly lodged his head against her and lapped at her cunt and clit, she went over the edge, gasping and shaking against him. He did not stop. He kept her locked in her orgasm until he decided that she was done. Then stopped his catlike tongue to let her relax.

The rustling of fabric brought her slowly aware to his clothing making its disappearance. He suddenly turned her and then his body covered her completely, his hard cock against her back as he rubbed himself against her.

She tried to push up and off the bedding, but he set his teeth in her neck and growled. He wanted her where she was.

Fangs that she did not know he had nibbled his way down her spine to her butt. So that was what he had been doing in Medical during the trip. Getting back to his physical roots. Wait, that meant… Yup. His claws trailed her flesh, caressing the sides of her ribs in a gentle but persistent manner. She simply was allowed to squirm with her hands fisted in the sheets while he brought her body awake again.

He caressed her fingers, stroked her forearms and biceps and generally worshiped her entire body before he suddenly pulled her to her knees. With one arm banded around her belly, he held her against him. His cock nudged her opening insistently and he thrust against her a few times, wetting her with his own lubrication and hers.

She only heard his mutter of, “Mine” before he pushed his cock into her with controlled ferocity. Seval gasped and clenched her hands in the sheets, pushing her hips back to him and arching her spine as he made his way into her.

Reaching the baths was a relief, and as usual, there was no one in them. Hot springs provided a constantly circulating supply of water at varying temperatures depending on where the pool had been dug. She put a chipper note into her voice, "Well, I will be over there in the tepid section, feel free to call me when you are done." It was standard for men to start at the hot pools and work their way over to the lower temperatures. Days when her back ached from bending over patients she longed for that hot water, but the burns that she healed made her ridiculously sensitive to high temperatures. So, tepid it was.

"You have healed burns?"

"Yes."

"Ah. I will accompany you then. With your injuries, you may not be able to reach your back."

Oh crap. He was set on joining her. This was going to be an exercise in self-control. His cloak fell to the floor and he stepped into the water, lowering his body below the ogling point. Damn. Well, he had already seen the worst.

Layer by layer, she shucked her robes, her veil hitting the floor last. Naked as the day she was born, but patchy as a quilt, she stepped into the water. It was too much to hope that he hadn't watched her. "Why are you so interested in looking? Most look away."

"I studied at the Citadel when I was younger. Learning the ways of the healers was part of the course. Grafting healers are rare, are they not?"

"Relatively, yes. We are hard to spot. You have to look at the people around them and, if you locate a completely healthy hub in the middle of an outbreak, you probably have a graft healer in there."

"Ah. Interesting."

Evah believed him. He was far too frank to engage in subterfuge. She was blushing, she couldn't help it. He was looking at her now as if she was a woman, not a mass of damage. It was more than she was used to.

He apparently sensed as much. "You are not used to attention. Especially from males." He seemed pleased by it.

To stall for time, she grabbed some soap and began to work up a good lather. "No. I am not used to attention from males. It doesn't happen often." He had drifted toward her while she was speaking and she squeaked as he grabbed her soap and pressed her against his chest while he rubbed the soap in slow circles over her back. His hands were sure and deliberate, learning each and every bit of her before moving on to the next. She was humming with arousal by the time he finished her back and let her rinse, of course, being plastered against his fabulous chest and his sturdy erection may have had something to do with it.

She kept her eyes down, which was an effort when he rubbed the soap across her breasts and belly, under her arms and between her thighs. That one touch put her over the edge, rocking her into a gasping orgasm that shook her until she was clinging to Radal limply. He was looking pleased but surprised. "I am so sorry about that. It has just been a while." She laughed weakly. "A long while."

He backed them up and sat on one of the stone benches carved in the side of the pool, pulling her in to sit between his thighs. Her back was against his chest and the heated bar of his arousal was obvious in the lukewarm temperature of the bath. He tugged at her scalp and Evah came to the realization that he was unbraiding her hair.

"I have been wondering how long this was since you first lay on me during the healing."

"Oh. You were awake for that?" A fat lock of chestnut hair fell over her right shoulder and draped over her breast.

"I was in a great deal of pain, but I was conscious. Your hair has many colours in it."

She could feel the silky strands flowing down her back, and when he had all eight braids unwound, he slid his fingers through her hair, combing it.

"Brown, red, gold, it matches your eyes. Why do you keep it bound?"

"It gets in the way during healing. It slithers out of my veil and sticks to open wounds." The repetitive stroking of his fingers through her hair had her in very relaxed state.

"That makes sense, I suppose. It is lovely though." He continued his ministrations.

She leaned completely against him, giving him full access to her if he wanted it, and giving herself a place to nap. She braced her hands on his thighs and did what she really wanted to do--

It wasn’t the heat of the sun that woke her, it was the heat of a mouth on her breast, kissing, licking and suckling at her. Her body became alert far before her mind did, rolling to her back to allow her dream lover full access to her flesh.

He took full advantage, running his hands across her skin in a feverish pattern that left her gasping. His fingers parted her thighs, slipping between them to delve into her channel in a hard motion that had her arching and mewling for more. She tried to open her eyes and found them bound by a soft length of fabric.

“No. This time I control and you feel.” Baileez’s husky voice thrummed along nerves deep in her sex. He had had this effect the first time that she had met him. Seducing him had never been an arduous task. Laying still for his touch was beyond her however.

“I don’t know if I can stay still.” She was writhing under his touch, arching to meet his fingers as they pumped into her, shifting so that his free hand could play with a breast.

“Then simply feel and react. Just don’t take off the blindfold.” Steel was in his voice while he said that and then his mouth was at the side of her neck, licking and sucking his way down her torso. Goose flesh was all over her, each inch of skin called to him, wanting his touch. She mewled in surprise as his tongue wormed its way into her navel and raised her hips to his chest in reaction. He used both his hands to hold her hips to the bed, then raised her weeping centre to his mouth. His tongue lapped at her, parting the lips of her sex as she panted and strained against his grip. She tried to undulate against him, to bring his tongue deep into her, but he held her still.

She reached down to hold his head and found thick fur there instead. His ears were more canine and pointed, but as long as he didn’t stop doing what he was doing, he could grow another head for all she cared. She spread her thighs wider and pulled his head toward her. He laughed again.

His tongue lapped at her, swept to lap her clit and then returned to delve into her. She was mindless with sensation and, when her orgasm began to sweep over her, she screamed her release. The second that her body began to convulse, he moved up and the head of his cock parted her, driving deep. The palpitations of her release kept time with his thrusts and soon she reached another peak. She wrapped her legs around him and held him close, feeling the brush of fur against her flesh.
 

He was breathing deeply as he got closer, as if her scent was drawing him. It took defying every instinct that she had not to draw away when he approached her. His kiss was worth staying for, his tongue teasing at the seam of her lips before dipping inside to taste her. He held her head still for his kiss, leaving her to grip his arms for support as her knees buckled when he sucked on her tongue.

Athon leaned forward, pushing Sarah back and she tumbled to the bed, her fingers still clenched on his arms for balance. Her body also wanted to keep him close to her so, when he sprawled on top of her, it positively purred. Oh wait, that was his purr.

Sarah felt her eyes widen as the happy noise pervaded her senses. He nuzzled at her chin and neck until she squirmed under him. Then his attentions shifted back to her breasts, the right one to be precise. His tongue lapped at her and then he settled in with a harsh suction that shot a bolt of sensation from her breast to her womb.

She was wet already and could faintly smell the heat coming off her body. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when her scent started to combine with his. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

The left breast was now treated to the ministrations of his mouth and she almost came at the first harsh pull on the nipple. As it was, she felt a spiralling of heat and moisture gather between her thighs, which shook as Athon parted them so that they would bracket his torso as he slid lower.

His goal was obvious as was his intent to drive her out of her mind. When he first blew a stream of warm air across her damp flesh, she jumped, but the second time, he followed the air with his tongue and she was a gonner.

Sensations that she had long since forgotten rioted through her. Her body gripped the stimulus eagerly and rocketed her to completion in only a few slow deliberate licks. She shuddered as waves of sensation ran through, over and under her. She felt her body heat up and shook with the effort to control her talent.

He moved up to kiss her and she tasted her dew on his lips. He reached down to free himself from his trousers and she groaned as the heat of his body flamed hers higher. The blunt probing of him at her entrance was uncomfortable until the head of his cock had spread her moisture enough to cover him. When he started to enter her, she widened her eyes only to see the burning red coals of lust in Athon's own gaze.

Time hung suspended between them as he moved inside her, thrusting slow and deep, the eternal rhythm taking over, crossing species boundaries, until the moment when she tightened around him to hold his cock inside her. The instant that he felt her gripping him, he bit her.

His teeth held her still as his cock twitched and spurted inside her. She squeaked in response to his claiming and held perfectly still. When he removed his teeth, he licked and nuzzled at her neck. She sighed and slipped her hands up and down his back as Athon calmed her and himself.

"I will do better by you next time." His lips were on her temple when he murmured that one.

"Ah, but will you get your pants off?" She was exhausted, her limbs limp with their exertions and the transport wrap. He chucked and bumped his nose against hers. She went cross-eyed trying to keep eye contact.

"Probably not. I am sorry that we had to get acquainted so rapidly, but I look forward to again feeling your heat."

She almost laughed, but she was fading rapidly. "May I sleep now? I am really quite exhausted from the transport." He had no idea how hot she could get.

"Rest. You have provided the service for which you were purchased."

She yawned heavily. "Is that what I did? I just thought I lay here while you gave me a nice, slow fuck."