by Kyle, Celia
Zander takes his un-tubed hand and grips it tightly.
“You are the real hero, here, Lokyer. Not just for your sacrifice that saved Swipt, Ilya, and the others, but for never breaking and giving the enemy one iota of information.”
“Yeah, well… truth to tell, I was pretty close to telling them anything they wanted to know just to get some food.”
Lokyer glances over at Dr. Nicari.
“Speaking of which… Doc, can I go off this liquid diet yet?’
“Not yet. Your stomach has shrunk, and we need to gently stretch it back out, as slowly as possible. But… perhaps I can see if Jax or Marion can get you a nice pudding?”
“Pudding?” Lokyer laughs, which seems to cause him a bit of pain. “Yeah, pudding would be great.”
Dr. Nicari ushers us out the door.
“I’m sorry, but my patient does need rest.”
Zander turns to me as we exit the med bay.
“What would you like to do now?”
In response I kiss him deeply on the mouth, and then pull away just enough to whisper in his ear.
“Take me to your quarters, you dolt.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Zander
“I can’t believe we’ve made it through all that.” Sitting on my bed, her feet dangling, Thrase looks up at me and smiles. “There were times when I really thought we wouldn’t make it.”
“But we did,” I say. “And now we’re here. We’re alive, and we’re—”
“Together.”
“Yes, together.”
Jumping up from the bed, she makes her way toward me, a teasing smile on her lips. She lays one hand on my chest, her smile widening, and I feel my eyes being drawn to her lips.
“I think that deserves a celebration. Don’t you?” she asks me, a glint in her eyes. Her words are enough for my body to feel alive, all the tension and pressure from the previous days melting away from me. Right now, Thrase is the only thing that matters in the entire galaxy.
“Couldn’t agree more,” I reply and then lean in to kiss her.
Gently, I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her torso, pulling her into my embrace. She comes willingly, her body melting against mine, and our kiss goes from a gentle dance into an ardent fight, our tongues spearing at each other. Lust lights a fire under us, madness overtaking our minds, but none of us seem to mind.
I know I don’t.
Allowing my hands to go down the side of her body, I find the hemline of her shirt and then pull it over her head. I pull back from her, just so I can take in the sight of her half-naked body, and my breath catches in my throat as I see the rising curve of her breasts. They’re so perfect it almost hurts to look at them.
My two cocks respond to that sight by hardening even more and, for a moment, I think they’re going to rip their way out of my pants. Before that happens, though, my instincts urge me to put more of her on display, and I don’t have the strength to resist that command. Closing the distance between us once more, I take one hand to her back and open her bra, ripping it off of her body with one quick movement.
Not enough, my inner voice says, and both my hands shoot down to her hips. I pull out the single button on her pants’ waistband and then hold my breath as she starts swaying her hips as the fabric slides down her legs. She kicks her boots and pants to the side, and then only her thong remains as the last frontier.
“How can you be this beautiful?” I say, looking straight into her eyes. “You’re perfect.”
“And I’m right here,” she whispers, almost as if issuing me a secret challenge, “in front of you.”
“Yes, you are.” Laying my fingers on her naked skin, I take them down to her hips and hook them on her thong’s elastic band. Never looking away from her, I start peeling the thong off of her body, revealing the perfection of her nakedness.
She’s beauty made flesh.
Still looking into my eyes, she smiles, and then runs the tip of her tongue over her lips. That’s enough for my two cocks to become iron-hard. As if sensing it, she drops one hand down my chest, her fingers slowly trailing down. She stops on my waist, and then pulls my shirt over my head, her eyes narrowing with lust once she lays them on my abs.
As if commanded by her instincts, her knees buckle under her weight, and she goes down on her knees. She looks away from me, focusing on the two hard shapes straining against my pants, and then reaches up. Her fingers land on my waistband, and then she pulls my pants down my legs. Working in tandem with her, I kick my boots off to the side. Once I’m back on my two feet, I’m wearing nothing but my boxers, and it doesn’t take long before she gets rid of them too.
She pulls them down my legs with one quick movement, freeing my erections, and I notice the sweet way her breath catches in her throat. It doesn’t matter how many times she sees my naked body—the size of my two cocks never fails to impress her.
Hesitantly, she reaches for them with both her hands and wraps her fingers around them. I exhale softly as I feel the warmth of her hands on my naked flesh and then grit my teeth as she finally starts flicking her wrists.
Stroking me deviously, she keeps on doing it until she has driven me crazy, and only then does she move in for the kill. Opening her mouth widely, she lunges forward and rolls her lips down the length of my primary cock, only stopping when I’m pressed against the back of her throat. Without missing a beat, she starts bobbing her head, devouring me at the same rhythm her hand’s using to stroke my secondary cock.
Unable to restrain myself, I lay both hands on her head and take over. I force her to stop all movement, and then start rocking my hips. I look down to see my cock slipping in and out of her mouth, and the sight is enough to make me delirious. Pistoning into her, I keep succumbing to the warmth of her lips and tongue until I draw close to the tipping point.
This time, there’s restraint.
Holding my breath, I tense my body and let that need for release wash over me, yet I control it with an iron focus. My cock throbs against her tongue twice, but then I regain all control.
“C’mere,” I whisper, taking her hand in mine and pulling her up. The moment she’s standing in front of me, I close the distance between our naked bodies and kiss her once more.
I push her back against the wall, our tongues wrestling against each other, and lay my hands on her hips. Her curves are perfect, the palm of my hands resting on them in the most delicious of manners, and I feel myself becoming harder than I’ve ever been. My brain feels as if it’s on fire, the pull of our mating bond strong enough to leave me in complete disarray.
Also, she’s fucking delicious.
Her lips, her tongue, her skin… all of her tastes of heaven.
Allowing my instincts to take the steering wheel, I allow my lips to go down her chin, and lay gentle kisses all over her neck. I only let go just so I can pull her shirt over her head, and my heart starts racing at the speed of light as I see the rising curve of her breasts.
I lean into her once more, and this time bring my lips down to her right breast. I use the tip of my tongue to trace its curve, and then flick it against her hard nipple. She lets out a soft sigh, pressing her chest forward, and I move in for the kill. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck it into my mouth, and then use my tongue as a vicious whip. Her sighs turn into moaning, and the flames inside me turn into a storm of hellfire.
“That’s so good, it’s so damn—”
I cut her short by flattening the palm of my hand right between her legs, forcing her whole body against the wall. She presses her thighs together, trapping my hand there, and I start massaging her wet inner lips, the skin around them glistening from her juices.
I couldn’t ask for a more perfect sight.
Drawn by her, it doesn’t take long before I’m down on my knees.
She reaches for my horns instinctively, wrapping her fingers around their bony surface, and pulls me in. I offer no resistance and crush my lips against the soft skin
on her stomach. Then, using nothing but the tip of my tongue, I trace a path down to her clit. Her sweet taste coats my tongue right away, and my thoughts start spiraling.
Unable to control myself, I suck her clit into my mouth, much like I did with her nipples, and tear into it as carefully as I can. She responds to that by moaning loudly, the sound of her voice filtering past my eardrums and into my head, and I swear it’s the most perfect fucking sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
“You taste amazing,” I tell her, pulling back from her just so I can look up into her eyes. She returns my gaze, looking back at me with her lips slightly parted, and then uses the pressure of her hands on my horns to reel me back in. This time, though, I don’t go for her clit. Instead, I open my mouth as wide as it goes, and then fit it over the length of her delicate pussy lips.
Allowing the hunger inside me to dictate what I do, I part her inner lips with the tip of my tongue, and then slide it inside of her. Her whole body seems to melt as I do it, and I pin her against the wall by draping one forearm over her waist. Dropping my hand down, I drape my thumb over her clit and start stroking it, the movement of my finger matching the rhythm of my tongue as it slides in and out of her tight little pussy.
Devouring her like a predator tearing into its prey, I then move my free hand around her waist and cup the smooth curve of her ass cheeks with it. I dig my fingers into her flesh, enjoying the way it molds itself to my touch, and then push her whole body against me. With her pussy pressed against my mouth, I unleash hell upon her body, and it only takes a couple of seconds before her moaning turns into full-blown screaming.
Fuck, is there a sound more perfect than that?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Thrase
Zander isn’t just good. When it comes to matters of the flesh, he’s a god.
Luckily, for him, I also know a trick or two.
The moment he rises up, I direct him toward the bed and give him a little push. He goes down willingly, lying on the mattress, and I seize the opportunity without a moment’s hesitation.
I climb on top of him, bracing my knees on either side of his waist, and then rest my hands on his chest. Looking down into his eyes, I let my hair tumble over my shoulders, and then I offer him a smile. One of my hands moves down from his chest to his abs, my fingertips enjoying the grooves and ridges of his muscles, and then I move it even further down. I only stop when I meet two hard barriers in the way.
Dragging my teeth across my bottom lip, I grab one of his cocks and pull it back against me, pressing its warm shaft against my drenched inner lips. I throw my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the way his flesh feels against mine, and then start moving my hips in a teasing manner.
As I massage him with my pussy, he brings his hands down to my ass, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He pulls me toward him, eager to be inside of me, but I resist him. It’s going to happen, no doubt about it, but this time I’m the one in charge. Right now, I’m the one dictating the when and the how.
My teasing lasts for a minute more, and then I push my knees into the mattress and raise my hips just a couple of inches. That gives me the space I need to tuck one of his cocks underneath me, its tip brushing against my pussy lips. I throw my head back, mentally preparing myself for what’s to come, and then start lowering myself as gently as I can.
His thickness stretches me wide, my body struggling to accommodate his cock inside me, but it’s all worth it. His hardness fills me up in a way I’ve never experienced before, and the best part is that I have a second cock to play with… and that’s exactly what I do. Gripping his free cock by the root, I pull it in so that his shaft is pressed against my clit, and only then do I start rolling my hips.
I do it fast and furiously, and it only takes a couple of seconds before my brain starts overheating. His hard member inside me punishes my g-spot over and over again while his other cock keeps massaging my clit in the most devilish of ways. I’ve always been a woman of science, but it’s hard to believe there isn’t a god at play when it comes to the Kilgari. They are definitely god’s gift to women.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he breathes out all of a sudden and then, as if to prove a point, he thrusts upward with all of his might. Losing control of my body, I stop moving altogether and let out a vicious scream, one loud enough to shatter glass.
Moving fast, he takes the reins of what’s happening and rolls his hips to the side, pinning me to the mattress.
Without missing a beat, he starts thrusting hard, pistoning into me while his second cock remains pressed against my clit, its shaft sliding up and down my skin in a way that makes me feel absolutely delirious. Lacing my legs around his waist, I reel him in and trap him in place, almost as if I were afraid he’d try and escape. The last thing on his mind, though, seems to be an escape plan.
“You’re so tight,” he says and then crushes his lips against mine. Rocking his hips in a vicious manner, he demolishes my entire body, and I can do nothing but surrender fully to him. Moaning against his lips, I allow my tongue to dance with his as he starts thrusting even harder than before, and it doesn’t take long before I find myself going past the point of no return.
Arching my back, my breasts mashed against his chest, I let the rising pressure take over me. There’s a moment of stillness, almost as if my brain has stopped working, and then an explosion takes over my mind. It feels like a thermonuclear detonation, one that lays waste to every single thought I was holding. My consciousness melts, and my body feels as if it’s on fire.
And yet, Zander’s far from being done.
I’m still in the throes of pleasure when he pulls back from me. With quick movement, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to roll down to the side so I’m lying on my stomach. Then, he pulls my backside up, and I use my hands to prop myself up on all fours.
The moment I’m in the position he wants, something inside me breaks. I look back at him over one shoulder, and the words fly past my lips before my brain has the time to filter them. I’m not even thinking right now.
“All the way,” I breathe out, “I want to go all the way.”
“All the way,” he repeats, and then reaches between my legs with one hand. His fingers caress me from my clit to my inner lips, but instead of stopping there, he continues up the space between my ass cheeks. Holding my breath, I feel him go all the way up to my entrance, and I suddenly feel dizzy with anticipation.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Suddenly, he pulls his hand back and closes the distance between us. He angles his two cocks at the same time, slipping one between my inner thighs while, at the same time, pressing the other between my ass cheeks. I feel my body melting then and there, that feeling of anticipation inside me becoming so overwhelming I can barely think straight.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, slowly moving his hips and pressing his cocks against me. Reaching down, he positions one of his cocks so its tip is right between my inner lips. Instead of thrusting right away, though, he merely brushes the tip against my drenched folds, teasing me. He doesn’t have to do it for long.
Gritting my teeth, I thrust back and impale myself on his cock, releasing a vicious scream as his thickness pushes my inner walls back once more. Slowly, he reaches for his second cock and then does the same with it, positioning it against my back entrance. This time I don’t dare thrust back. I remain perfectly still, surrendering all control to him.
He takes his time pushing his cock inside me, his thickness stretching my insides, and fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids with each inch he allows inside me. He only stops moving when his full length is buried in me, his two cocks filling me up in a way I have never experienced before. There’s a hint of pain hiding under all the new sensations I’m experiencing, but it’s a pleasurable one, almost as if my brain was distilling pain into something new and exciting.
“Fuck, your body is amazing,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he�
��s standing on the other side of the galaxy. Slowly, he pulls back a few inches just so he can move forward again. He does it over and over again, allowing my body to adjust to his as he builds up a rhythm. When I’ve finally surrendered fully, he lets loose.
Thrusting hard, he slides his two cocks in and out of me at a vicious tempo, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks over and over again. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the entire room, the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard, and I let its melody guide me. Closing my eyes, I match every single one of his movements by rocking my hips, thrusting back against him each time he moves forward.
We remain like that for what could be minutes or, just as easily, hours. Time becomes absolutely meaningless, the infinity of the universe reflected in our frenzied movements. I only notice the passage of time when beads of sweat start rolling down my forehead, my lips pulled back as I struggle to get the air in. Right now, my lungs feel like two overinflated balloons about to pop, and my heart is like a shuttle engine someone’s pushing to the limit.
When the inevitable happens, it happens without warning.
My insides clench viciously, my inner walls becoming as tight as a vise, and that makes him thrust even harder than before. The pressure inside me keeps building, reaching the heights of madness, and then…
Then, it just happens.
One final thrust from him and I come undone, a nuclear detonation going off inside me. He holds his position, both his cocks buried deep inside me, and my entire body starts trembling as his milky seed spills inside me, filling me up from both sides at the same time. We don’t move for a long time, allowing the waves of pure ecstasy to crash against our bodies. Right now, if someone asked for my name, I doubt I’d have an answer.
Together, we collapse on the bed, sprawling our limbs.
I turn to him, a warm smile on my lips, and lay my hand on top of his.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Zander,” I whisper, gently laying my head on his chest. “And you were right. This isn’t about hormones, evolutionary imperatives, or genetics. This is about love. It’s real.”
