Planet Desire

by Delilah Devlin

  Strangely, she felt an overwhelming urge to move her hips, and she fought against his restraint, bucking beneath him, but he continued loving her breasts, sliding the flat of his tongue over her nipple and fluttering against the tip. Then he tortured her other breast.

  She was hot, cold, all at once. Her head thrashed upon the pillow. She needed something badly. “Please, Can-torr. I hurt. Help me.”

  Cantor released her breast and cursed. “Hold still for a minute.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder, dragging breaths into his lungs as if he had run a long race. Finally, he lifted his head.

  Fahgwat trembled to see his lion’s face again. Fear and excitement mingled to produce a juicy heat deep within her.

  He pressed a knee between her tightly clasped legs and encouraged her to spread them wide, and then knelt between them. With his hands under her knees, he raised them, and then pressed them gently apart.

  Fahgwat had never felt so exposed. Her hand covered her open pussy, embarrassed by the moisture that seeped from inside her.

  But Cantor pushed aside her hand and pressed it to her breast saying, “Play with this. I’m going to be busy here awhile.” He stretched out on the mattress, his elbows supporting the weight of his torso, his face poised above her slick cleft.

  The first contact of his fingers on her mound was pure torture. She lifted her hips, seeking a deeper touch.

  He smoothed his fingers over her outer lips. “Like velvet,” he whispered.

  She watched him spread the ruddy folds of her sex, and his fingers traced an aching trail from the top of her slit to the bottom. Briefly, he pressed his thick thumb inside, just the pad, and Fahgwat’s hips jerked off the bed.

  “Christ, you’re wet!” He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked away her juice.

  Fahgwat’s eyes widened as he savored the taste of her. When he finished he used his wet thumb to flick her distended nipples. The sensation shot bolts of electricity from her breasts to her groin. She whimpered like a kitten.

  Cantor’s face drew taut, his jaw a sharp-edged blade. A quaking started deep within her womb that caused her belly to quiver and her legs to shake so violently she dug her heels into the mattress in a vain attempt to still them.

  Cantor smoothed his hands along the inside of her thighs and kissed her mons. “Shhhh. It’s all right, baby. Don’t fight it.”

  But Fahgwat couldn’t stop shaking. Cantor suckled her pussy, drawing her outer lips into his mouth to chew gently.

  She jerked and moaned, urging him with her thighs pressed to his cheeks to give her a deeper kiss. He parted the delicate petals framing her opening and stroked her hot core, lapping, swirling—drinking. All the while his tongue worked within, his fingers massaged her outer lips, building the heat.

  Fahgwat squirmed and gasped. Her hands squeezed her breasts, and she discovered that if she pinched the tips with her fingers, a delicious painful jolt of desire fed the fire he stoked below. She begged Cantor for relief—incoherent, throaty murmurs, which gained a rhythm that matched her rolling hips.

  When he scraped her tender flesh with his shadowy beard, she mashed her pussy against his face to increase the friction, and a fresh wash of liquid heat spilled from inside her.

  Then his mouth closed over a painfully sensitive spot at the top of her sex, and he sucked it hard. Fahgwat shattered into a million pieces, screaming as a dark, delicious tide swept over her. Her hips twitched and rolled, and Cantor’s hands closed on her buttocks to hold her still for his plundering mouth.

  Sobbing his name, Fahgwat fell into darkness.

  Chapter Six

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  Cantor pressed soft kisses to Violet’s inner thighs while her trembling subsided. Violet! What a sweet, demure name—it didn’t match the fiery spirit of the girl who’d demanded her release, who’d plotted with another to seduce him.

  Christ, she’d been sweet. Her responses to his lovemaking had been everything a man could want. When she’d quivered and jerked beneath his mouth, he’d felt powerful and possessive of her body. She’d writhed for him.

  With her release still bathing his tongue and the scent of her musk in his nose, he was overwhelmed with his own responses. His chest and shoulders strained with the need to crawl over the girl and surround her with his arms and body. His cock was so engorged he could drill a hole in the mattress.

  His face still hovering above her pussy, he could well imagine how it would feel to slide between her dark, furled lips. How tight and small—and hot and wet—she’d be.

  He stroked a finger over her sopping cleft, and then couldn’t resist the urge to explore a little deeper. He pressed the tip inside her opening.

  Violet moaned, but her knees fell farther apart. An invitation to explore, although her eyes were still closed and her hands rested beside her face on the pillow where they’d fallen when she’d climaxed.

  Careful not to tear the barrier protecting her opening, he pushed inside her to the second knuckle, and her juicy walls closed around him, constricting to draw him deeper. Pulling his finger out, he painted the moisture on her petals, and then traced a path downward to circle the small, dusky rose of her anus.

  Violet groaned, and he looked up. Her eyes were slitted, staring at him, and her hands were on her breasts again, squeezing and tugging the small mounds. His gaze never wavered from hers as he pushed his fingertip inside her ass. Her mouth opened around a shocked gasp, but she didn’t retreat. Indeed, her hips pumped, and Cantor buried his finger inside her, all the while wondering how her tight little ass ring would feel around his cock.

  He ground his groin into the mattress, and sank his face into her pussy again to lap at her slick flesh. Then he drove his finger in and out as deep as he could reach.

  Violet squealed, and the tight little ring clamped around his finger, contracting tighter around him. “Can-torr, please! Oh, please!” One of her small hands slid down her belly to rub her pussy, her fingers circling on her clit.

  She’s a fast learner.

  “Put your finger inside my pussy,” she cried.

  Cantor slid a finger from his free hand into the slick glove of her sex and pushed and pulled both fingers now. Her hot, tight channel squeezed his finger. Her sexy kitten-like whimpers urged him to tunnel deeper.

  A rumble from deep inside his chest broke free, and his hips pumped into the mattress. How he wanted to slide himself into her hot cunt, break through the thin barrier that guarded her cleft and make her his.

  “More, please, more.” Her voice was high and thin, with an edge of desperation.

  Desperation, he understood only too well. He squeezed a second finger into her vagina, crowding the tender tissue, and nudged aside her hand with his nose to renew his assault on her clit, gliding his tongue over the hard button, sucking, nipping, while screwing his fingers in and out until he felt the first tremors ripple through her vagina.

  Violet keened, her body arching off the bed, her hand scraping through his hair to drag his head closer.

  And still he fucked her with his hands, suckled her with his mouth, while his own body screamed for release. She’d have her woman’s pleasure. Even if it killed him.

  At last, her restless movements subsided, and her moans quieted. He withdrew his fingers from her body and caressed the skin of her quivering belly, blessed each turgid nipple with his mouth, and then, reaching her face, he cupped it in his palms and kissed her, thrusting his tongue inside to share the taste of her passion. Violet accepted his invasion and sucked on his tongue until he could take no more and raised his head to take a ragged breath.

  Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gave him a little smile. “Passion is a painful thing,” she said, her voice raspy. Her hands settled on his chest, and she leaned toward him to kiss his shoulder and snuggle her face in the crook of his neck. Her lower body nestled closer, and her thighs grazed his swollen cock. He felt her body relax, and then her leg rubbed him again.

  “Go to sleep,” he said, gri
tting his teeth against the delight.

  “But what of your pleasure?” Her hand slid down the sweat-slicked skin of his belly and glided around the root of his cock. “Show me how to please you,” she said, her breath hot against his neck.

  He was dying to bury himself inside her sweet cunt. Instead, knowing he tempted himself beyond redemption, he said, “Take me into your mouth.”

  She lifted her head, her eyes glittering with a dark excitement. “You will tell me if I do something wrong?”

  “So long as you don’t sink your teeth into anything I have down there—there is no wrong.”

  “I will remember that,” she said, her expression solemn.

  “Then take me.” Cantor rolled onto his back and let his hands fall beside his head on the pillow. He’d let her explore, suffer her tentative touches.

  Violet scooted down the mattress on her hands and knees, giving him a delicious view of her pink, swollen labia and tight little asshole. After several long minutes deciding how best to approach his cock, she finally knelt between his widespread legs.

  He was glad she’d chosen to face him. He’d watch every emotion and thought pass across her winsome face as she experimented with his body.

  A gasp broke from him when she grasped his shaft and pushed it this way and that, looking at him from every angle. Cantor was convinced he’d come before she was finished examining him.

  “Does it matter where I start?” she asked.

  “No.” Everywhere in the vicinity of his groin was already in agony.

  With a wicked, feline grin, she said, “Men like their scrotums tongued. I think I will start below and work my way up to the tip.”

  Now that he knew her itinerary, he was prepared. He settled back, fighting the need to surge his hips. Despite her enthusiasm, he didn’t think she was quite ready for him to pump come at her face. Although, once that thought crossed his mind, the picture of white, glistening stripes decorating her cheeks left a tightening coil of sensual tension in his belly.

  Violet’s hand cupped his sac and gently rolled it in her palm. “Mother told me I should roll a man’s balls with my fingers, but that I could not squeeze them until he was very near to bliss.”

  Her voice sang to him, her words gusting warm air over his tight sac with each breath.

  “Tell me if I do this correctly.” She opened her mouth and took one of his balls inside, her tongue sweeping over the sac, laving it with luxurious laps.

  His body was gripped with fine tremors that racked his lower body.

  Then she switched to the other.

  Cantor thought his cock had been as hard as it could get, but new pressure from the base squeezed upward. Now, he was so swollen he feared his cock would split like a sun-ripened tomato. Still, she mouthed his balls, suctioning, licking, until he was sure he’d die without release. “Enough! Violet, my cock. Suck my cock.” Not eloquent. Not even everything he really wanted her to do, but his mouth was dry and the words stuck in his throat.

  With a shy glance from beneath her eyelashes, her hand encircled him at the root, and she tilted her head to glide her mouth up the shaft, mouthing his rod all the way. When she reached the inflamed head, she opened her mouth wide and took it inside, sucking him like a child’s lollipop. Her tongue swirled on him as both of her small hands clutched the pole and began sliding, twisting, until he could no longer resist the rhythm, and he pumped his hips.

  She took every inch he gave her deep into her throat, bobbing her head while her gaze remained on his face. As he watched, her little breasts rose and fell more quickly with her exertions, perspiration broke on her forehead, and her cheeks flushed red. His randy little virgin was ready for more.

  “Bring your sweet little ass here,” he growled.

  Her eyes widened, and her mouth lifted off his cock. “Tell me. Tell me what you want,” she said breathlessly.

  “Put your pussy on my face, baby.”

  Violet liked it when he talked dirty. He could tell because her eyelids dropped to half-mast, and her slim body shivered with delight. Most telling, the musky scent of her arousal intensified—he couldn’t wait for another taste.

  She crawled up the mattress, her breast dangling, her ass sliding side to side. His hands shook as he helped her turn and straddle his face. Then he quickly guided her head back to his cock.

  She was proving a quick study in the sexual arts. Her hands wrapped around him, and she resumed sucking, noisily, moaning occasionally as her whole body bobbed and twisted. With the first stab of his tongue into her cunt, she danced on his mouth.

  Cantor’s body surged beneath her, his hips bucking, but he needed to bring her off again, give her loving she would never forget. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and pumped his hand. She pressed back to take him deeper.

  He wished he could give her more of his fingers, but he resisted, aware of the fragile barrier he’d promised to leave intact. Instead, he gently stretched her opening, careful not to shred her hymen.

  Her head bobbed faster, her breaths coming in sobs, her hands working his shaft feverishly, creating a sliding friction that was driving him out of his mind.

  He twisted his finger, stroking her inner walls, rubbing on that small, spongy spot just inside…

  Violet screamed around his cock and pressed back violently to rock on his finger. Cantor stroked her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. Her head sank on him, taking him to the back of her throat, her strangling moans vibrating on his shaft.

  The bed shook with their frantic movements, and time stood still, suspended on a crescendo of loud, guttural groans. As Violet’s cunt spasmed around his finger, his cock exploded, shooting come deep into her throat. They rocked against each other for long moments afterward until Violet’s legs collapsed. Cantor helped her turn and pulled her into his embrace, draping her over his boneless body.

  He held her close while sweat dried on their skin and their hearts slowed, savoring the sensation of her breasts crushed to his chest, her thighs cradling his spent cock.

  She turned her cheek to press a kiss above his heart. “Thank you, Can-torr,” she murmured sleepily.

  He didn’t reply but hugged her, and continued to hold her close while she fell into sleep. Long after her gentle snoring began, he stared into the darkness and cursed himself for the fool he was. Had he really thought this would only be about sex? He was a horny, lying bastard.

  Sweet Violet deserved someone better—younger—to initiate her. If he were a better man, he’d end it now and help her find that worthy man.

  But the pleasurable ache in his groin told him he wasn’t done with her yet. He wondered how he’d ever leave her behind when he went a-pirating.

  *

  Insistent pounding at his door woke him. He judged it wasn’t long until daybreak by the gray gloom filtering through his window. “I’m coming,” he shouted, irritable from lack of sleep.

  “Tell them to go away,” Violet murmured sleepily and snuggled her ass into his groin.

  “Sorry, I shouted,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep.” He eased off the bed and pulled the blanket up to cover her before padding to the door.

  He jerked it open. Akron and Nicky stood outside, their cheeks flushed and their gazes glittering with excitement.

  “There’d better be a damned good reason—”

  “You have to come, Cantor,” Nicky interrupted.

  “Yer not goin’ to believe what happened in the pasture.” Akron looked over his shoulder into the darkened cabin. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. Is it true the young beauty was a virgin?”

  Cantor glared. No doubt they all thought he’d swived the girl. Guilt still rode his shoulders that he’d done as much as he had. “Still is. What happened? Did we lose another sheep?”

  “You have to talk to Travis,” Nicky said, “You’re not going to believe it.”

  Cantor’s curiosity was aroused. “Let me get dressed.”

  “Yeah,” Akron said, glancing down his body. �
�Don’t want the sheep gettin’ nervous.”

  *

  Cantor knelt in front of Travis, who was seated on a campstool beside the grazing herds. “You say it breathed fire?”

  Travis tugged at the end of his bushy, brown beard and peered down at it. “Singed me whiskers, it did.”

  “And it flew?”

  “Came down from the sky. Flappin’ its great wings! Didn’t know what the sound was at first, but it made the sheep nervous. Then it swooped over their heads, scatterin’ them. Looked like it was cullin’ the flock!”

  Cantor and Darak shared a glance. They had an intelligent predator. “Did you get a good look at it?”

  “Like a dragon, it was—and huge!” he said, looking exhilarated despite his close call. “When I waived me torch, its head jerked back and belched flames—and the smell! I nearly puked me dinner.”

  “You’re sure you’re all right?” Cantor asked.

  “It blinded me for a minute or two. I’m right as rain now. But Cantor, we lost another sheep. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him.”

  Cantor clapped his shoulder. “Go back to the dorm and get some sleep. Make sure Doc has a look at you first.”

  “Yes, Cantor.” Travis stood up on wobbly legs.

  Cantor rose to assist him. Over his shoulder, he shouted, “Nicky, give him a hand.”

  Nicky stepped close and slung an arm around the other man’s waist. Together, they made their way down the hill to the settlement.

  Cantor turned back to Akron and Darak. Ivan, the colony’s science officer, joined them. “Ivan, I thought you said there weren’t any large predators here.”

  “There’s been no evidence of anything larger than one of those dog-sized rodents that keeps eating through the storeroom door.”

  Frustration made his reply surly. “You didn’t think it strange that we haven’t been overrun with big rats? What did you suppose was keeping their population in check?”

  Ivan shrugged. “Like I said, we hadn’t found anything to indicate—”

  Cantor shook his head. “Never mind. Akron, show me where the sheep was taken.”