He nudged her legs further apart with his knees and stroked her core. Her soft body quivered under him. Dev leaned over her, his chest brushing her back, and stroked her clitoris, pinching and prodding her hardened bud.
When she moaned slightly with a grinding writhe of her hips, he slid a finger inside her. “Ah, good, baby, you are wet, ready for me.”
He played with her sex, smoothing her silk over her slit and circling her bud with his thumb while moving his finger inside, stroking over her sensitive erogenous bits, added a finger, and in and out of her until louder cries of urgent excitement eked out of her beautiful lips.
Her hips reared at his hand, he dropped his lips to her neck, moved her ringlets aside and licked her skin, sucked her flesh, pinching with his sharp teeth.
He brought her to the very edge then pulled his fingers from her. Fisting his throbbing granite hard-on, he brought it to her core’s opening.
Dazed, her voice woozy, “Devilos? Please, let me, uh, go, uh, come,” her breath rasped up her constricted throat, her hips strafed at his phallus.
His groan so deep his chest reverberated like a hungry bear, Dev started pushing into her. “Baby, I want your orgasm around me,” he growled in her ear, “if you want me to stop, ah,” he groaned at her slick tight sheath clutching around him, he couldn’t finish his sentence.
Her hips abraded his pelvis helping him push slowly into her until he was fully embedded. He grinned, she was liking it. He paused for her to adjust to his bulk, his thick hardness, then whispered, “You okay, baby?”
Her fists bunched on the cushion as she struggled to adapt to him, he felt different, was deeper than before. His shaft stretched her, her body strove to accept his substantial rigid length.
Braced on one hand, he moved carefully out then pushed back in slowly, his fingers found her sex and stroked her. He could feel his organ as it slid out and back in, his tight testicles slapping her thighs.
His thick chest brushed her back, expanding into her with every heavy breath. But she was not responding as she had been.
He gingerly pulled out of her, lay down on the floor on his back and brought her to straddle him.
“Wha- what are you doing,” her breath gushed with the sudden movement, hair swept around to spiral on the dark hair of his chest. He wrapped his hands around her hips.
“I was giving you more pain than pleasure, sweetheart.” He brushed a ringlet out of her face. “You are so small, tight, we’ll wait until we have more…experience before we do that again.”
Her tense smile softened, slender thighs hugged him. “What do we do now?”
He lifted her hips and said, “Put me in you, try it,” he nodded at the unsure indenting of her brows.
He held her up, and she was on her knees, it was difficult, he was so big, but she maneuvered him so the tip was against her opening and he lowered her down on his phallus, he groaned. “Okay,” he voice shook, “lean over, let me feel those tits on my chest,” he waited while she did.
“Oh, Devilos, that’s nice,” she oozed, rubbing her bare breasts on his fur.
“Aye, okay, grab ahold of my horns.”
“Really?”
Nodding, he murmured, “Aye.”
She leaned forward to hold onto his horns. He winced at the wave of sheer pleasure that roared through him at her touch. Holding her hips, he brought her down on his shaft, then raised her up, sliding through her juices.
“That, um, is,” she grunted as he pulled her down on his rod, and sighed as he lifted her up, his horns throbbing like crazy in her hands. “So weird, but, hot, erotic,” she giggled.
“I feel like I’m riding a horse, Devilos, bareback, lying naked on my stomach and holding onto the saddle horn, my, um, privates rubbing on- ohh- actually the saddle horn is,” his pull on her hips drew her down harder on his rod.
He did it a few more times, then suddenly flipped her as he rolled so she was on her back and he was on top of her, back inside that sweet sheath.
Hovering over her, he pulled the pins out of her hair, then combed his thick fingers through the long curls fluffing them and spreading them around her head on the carpet.
“This position is called ‘vanilla’ for its commonness, but it’s my favorite, I like seeing you lying spread out under me. All vulnerable, achingly feminine, baby,” he rocked into her, loving the way her breasts bobbled with his hard thrusts.
“You just like being dominant, Devi- oh!” her gasp sharp at his sudden deep thrust.
“Aye,” agreeing, he came down to brace on his elbows and whispered, “I’m going to go fast and hard, baby, tell me if I need to stop,” before his words were out he plunged deep into her and rapidly pulled out, thrust in faster, the bumps on his penis rose, they scraped along the inner walls of her tender channel.
“Uh,” Sveti groaned loudly at the bumps rolling in and around and out of her. She matched his rhythm bucking her hips to meet his as his plunges grew wild and manic, hard and deep.
The flush started to blossom up her chest, her eyes rolled in the back of her head, groans mixed with whimpers roiled from her parted lips.
He grasped her knees, lifting them to wrap her legs around his hips, and churned into her like a corkscrew to rub his penile bumps over her hot spots, and run over her clitoris as he pulled out and jammed back in.
Clutching her bobbing breast, he pinched and tugged her nipple, twisting it in his fingers, and leaned to suck on her neck.
Her fingers strung in his hair gripping handfuls, Sveti’s back arched in rising euphoria. Feeling his mouth stroke her neck, she tilted her head so he could bite her. The climax climbed up her like a fiery pearl necklace bumping up a jagged ladder.
The heat racing through every cell, her heart quickened in a rush, peels of cutting cries whittled up her throat. When Dev sank his fangs into her neck, her body like a spinning top went airborne, exhilarated cries crashed out of her.
His horns elongated and stabbed into her back, her brain spiked and shot like a jetship rocketing through the galaxies, the stars blinding spangles of light igniting all around her.
Dev’s shaft vibrated inside her making her entire body vibrate with her climax, his concrete torso impacting against her soft curves as she undulated as hard as a flag flapping in a hurricane.
Pumping into her silk, withdrawing his fangs and horns, Dev held on long enough to watch Sveti scream into the abyss of unconsciousness with the intensity of her pleasure.
Zues, she was amazing, his body coiled with brilliant, almost unbearable desire for his dainty wife screaming her release in his arms.
Thrusting wildly into her, he let go, his own release, a free-fall feeling of skiing downhill, down the ramp accelerating faster and faster until he hit the curve at the bottom and shot off to soar into the sky exploding into a fireball, his roar of her name reverberating in her hair, his seed erupted, surging into Sveti with his plunges.
Still mindlessly thrusting in her with stinging sensations ratcheting throughout his body, Dev wrapped his arms around Sveti crushing her so tightly to his chest he feared he’d break her.
His brain fried, Dev had to force himself to stop thrusting and drop beside her. Still inside her tender channel, he kept his arms clenched around her sinuous body holding her against him while his penis continued releasing tremors, throbbing against her satin walls.
It took considerable effort for a dazed Sveti to lift her weak, quivering arms to encircle Dev, they lay together feeling as if they were floating on air.
His fingers netting her face, looking her in her drowsy eyes, Dev said quietly, “You all right, Svetiessa, with what we did?”
He prayed she would say it was, but even if she said no, she was his wife and he was so hot for her, they would be having sex daily, he’d make her like it.
“Mmm,” smiling, her lids heavy over shining blues, she mumbled, “yes.”
“Svetiessa…”
“Hmm?”
“We need to talk about t
his.”
Her eyes flickered, heavy lids lifted. “About what?”
Not stifling his groan, he said, “Our marriage,” and struggled to sit up. “You are staying with me, we will have a true marriage, we will have sex regularly.” His stated words sounded like commands, but the question was there, was she willing?
She opened her eyes and sat up pulling her hair over to cover her nudity. Her gaze traveled his tousled hair and over unbelievably broad, thick shoulders, hairy chest she could sleep naked on, those kissable lips, iridescent eyes still half white half black.
She glanced down and blushed. He was already hard again. And that impressive manhood.
She sighed. “Yes, Devilos. I take responsibility for the choice I made. I could have refused you. Although you made it pretty impossible for me to do that. But,” she hurried on at the annoyance that crept into his rich orbs, “I accept our…marriage.”
Bending forward, he twined his fingers and rested his arms on his thighs, frowned. “You don’t sound too overjoyed about this…us. You need to reconcile yourself to being my wife. I expect 100% from you.”
Her brows arched. “What does that mean? A hundred percent of what?” She pulled her bare legs to the side, draping a slender arm over her naked sex.
Under hooded lids, Dev watched her trying to hide herself from his greedy perusal. A bit of red tinged his hard planed cheeks, he took a deep breath, expelled it.
“I expect you to work with me to make this marriage successful. We are a couple now, I want us to act like one. In private as well as in public. I never desired before to ever have a wife, now that I have one I want it all. That cuddly shit that couples do, you sitting on my lap while I feel you up, kisses in front of others,” his head ducked uncharacteristically embarrassed, “uh, holding hands, all that romantic shit.”
A pretty laugh gurgled out of her. “That’s such a nice way of putting it, Devilos.” Her mouth firmed but her eyes twinkled. “I will, I promise.”
“Uh huh. That means you honor me-”
She barked, “Don’t you say it-”
“Obey me,” he smugly kept going, “and like I said before, I expect my husbandly rights, when I want them.”
Her brow furrowed hard over her spitting blues. “That is so ancient; I’m not going to obey you just because you’re the man-”
He cut her off again reaching for her, “That’s husband to you, babe, and, I want my husbandly rights again, right now.” He slid a big hand behind her head and crushed her lips with his while hard fingers glommed over a soft breast.
She struggled, pulled from him. Irritated with his highhanded attitude, yet she felt the heat incinerating between her legs, her nipples were stiff peaks already, passion quaked and thickened her tongue. “Wait, we need to discuss this further, Devilos-”
He grabbed her up in his arms and stood up. Striding naked to the bathroom, before he latched his lips on hers, he said, “We’ll talk about it in the shower.” His grin evil, “Actually, sweetheart, I have something better you can do with your mouth, I’ll show you,” his lips covered her objections.
She sighed in his big arms, twined her hands around his neck and surrendered to his plundering lips.
Chapter Twenty-Four
As it turned out, they spent almost week in their suite. They ordered in, or to Dev’s delight, Sveti was a superb cook. He even enjoyed just watching her prepare food, she was at ease, her motions graceful, she hummed.
They watched movies, and had sex, a lot. Occasionally they took a walk on the main boardwalk at night under the starry dome.
As she promised, when he took her hand she didn’t resist him holding it as they strolled and occasionally dined out. But mostly they stayed inside christening all the rooms, and furniture in the suite.
They were nestled in the bed when his wristband vibrated on the nightstand. Irritated at being disturbed, he snatched it up and snapped, “What?” He listened, then growled his pique, “Fine, I’ll be there.”
He clicked off the phone on the band and tossed it back on the nightstand. “Baby,” he turned to Sveti a contented, sated, purring kitten lying half asleep next to him.
“Mmm?”
He sighed, his hand skimmed down the curve of her waist to cup her bottom. “I have to go meet the commander of the Deslite District. It’ll probably take quite a while,” his palm roamed up to wrap his long fingers around a breast, caressing the lush tissue. “You stay here, then when I get back-”
“Oh no,” she sat up like a springboard. “I am not staying here. Without you,” she smiled coyly stroking a finger down his furry chest, sighing when he grasped both breasts, “it would be too boring. I want to go out too.”
His grip tightened painfully with his frown, when she squirmed, he released her. “Sorry. I forget my own strength. But where would you go? Nay,” he shook his head, loose hair swished over his shoulders. “I don’t want you outside without me.”
Now she frowned and moved away from his reach to clamor off the other side of the bed. Standing, she insisted, “Don’t be ridiculous, I am a grown woman, I can certainly wander around the station by myself. There’s a rec room Bowie showed me where a lot of people hang out, I can go there.”
His frown deepened into grooves between his eyes.
“Svetiessa,” he started, seeing her put her hands on her hips in defiance he sighed. “Okay, one of my team can, no wait, they’ll be at the meeting, the guard,” mouth pursed, “shit, he’s on leave, and I don’t trust anyone else to-”
“Devilos, stop it,” she said with a pout, stomping her foot.
Dev was too busy watching her breasts bounce with her actions, his gaze lowered to her feminine apex, his eyes started glazing, a small smile curved the side of his mouth.
Already forgetting the argument, he got to his feet. “Come on, baby, let’s go shower-”
His band buzzed again on the nightstand. He glanced at the text and read it with a pissed scowl. “Goddammit, I have to go.”
Heading to the shower he said, “You will stay here, Wife, with the door locked. I do not want you to leave this room. End of discussion, I mean it.”
He glowered at the angry blues that glared back at him, gave her a short hard smile as warning then went into the bathroom.
She got dressed as fast as she could. They had taken several showers every day, she didn’t need another one. He would head straight to his suite for Brahms to do his hair into his war braids. As soon as she dressed in a skirt and blouse, she hurried out of the suite and down the hall.
A tremble of apprehension coiled up her spine wondering how her new husband would react when he found out she’d left, disobeyed his ‘order.’ Humph, some nerve. He had threatened a spanking before, but he was kidding around then. Maybe.
Her browns tugged down, Devilos was known for his lethal temper, she’d seen his beast. “Oh Goddess Satrine, what have I done?”
Well, it was too late now. She kept heading to the rec room, she’d face the dragon when she had to. Her mouth twisted in a wry grimace, literally, a dragon.
It took her fifteen minutes to walk to the hall. It was a big area crammed with games, food, drink, and people. People were playing at all sorts of games, video as well as cards, billiards, ping pong, along with visiting, some were dancing on a tiled floor off to the side.
Sveti wandered for a while checking out everything until she found something that looked interesting. She joined a rousing game of pickle ball, they had to teach her but she got the hang of it after getting teased and laughed at. After that, she played a few hands of cards before checking out some of the video games.
She wanted a drink but didn’t have a paycard or wristband to pay for it.
“Hey, Prințesă,” a male voice greeted her with friendly cheer.
Sveti turned to see the man she had danced with, Charlie, grinning at her. He was quite nice looking, sandy hair parted on the side and combed over, friendly green eyes that showed his evident admiration of her
. He wore black slacks and a tan shirt.
“Hi, uh, Charlie, right?”
He grinned pleased. “Yeah, you remembered. So,” he glanced around, “where are all those big lugs that are usually hanging around you like a wall of muscle?”
That made her laugh. “They are all at a meeting, I’m on my own.”
“Ah,” his grin deepened, he said, “my lucky day.” He nodded at her empty hands, “Hey, you don’t have a drink.”
Chagrined, she shrugged and explained, “I left in a hurry without bringing money.” Not that she has any anyway, something to discuss later with her husband. After he got over his inevitable snit of her disobeying him.
“Oh well, shit, we need to remedy that right now. Come on.” He grabbed her wrist and started walking her to the bar.
“Oh, no, I can’t, please,” she protested, trying to stop him but he cheerfully dragged her along.
At the bar, he rested a forearm on the counter and asked, “What would you like? Wine? Something harder? Something sweet, like you,” he winked.
“Uh, no, thank you, Charlie, really, I can’t-”
He flagged down the bartender, told him, “I’ll have a gin and lemon, and a rosé for the lady.” He grinned big at her showing lots of white teeth. “See, I remember, that’s what you were drinking at the dance.”
“But Charlie, no, I can’t accept anything.” Gosh if Devilos saw her at a bar accepting a drink from a man, he’d likely kill one or both of them. She had already seen his jealousy rage out of control, remembering the vision of the beast, she shivered. “Please, Charlie-”
Charlie was already paying the bartender. He picked up the wine glass and handed it to her and turned back quickly to get his own drink. He did it so fast she had to take the glass or it would have fallen.
When he turned back to her, he clinked his glass against hers and said with a wink, “Here’s to good friends,” and slugged down half his gin.
“Listen, Charlie,” Sveti spoke firmly, quickly. “I’m married now. I married Captain, uh, Principé Devilos Dravidian, he’s at a meeting and I don’t think he-”
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