Dragons of Mars Box Set
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"Now you're ready for me," he told her, his voice hard and fierce. Laura felt another shudder run through her at the sound, a sound that touched something inside her.
"Oh god," she whimpered. "Yes. Please."
Pulling herself up to kneel before him, Laura reached down to run her fingers over his cock, groaning again. He was huge, and definitely not human... his cock was ridged, and she couldn't imagine what that would feel like inside her.
Rorax pulled her to him, her hand wrapped around his shaft and stroking as he kissed her. She felt him swell in her hand and moaned into his kiss. Her alien lover towered over her, and she could feel his heart beating against hers. Laura groaned, kissing his neck, moving her lips down his chest and feeling the strong muscles under his skin. His fine red scales felt odd but pleasant under her mouth, and the way he gasped at her caresses only drove her wilder.
She wanted him more than she'd wanted anything in her life.
At last she found herself looking at his cock, and it was her turn to gasp again. Magnificent was the only word she could think of to describe it — huge and ridged and so very hard for her. Its color was the red of a perfect dawn, and it pulsed under her fingers in the rhythm of Rorax's heartbeat. Sliding her lips over him and feeling him swell, Laura groaned eagerly.
Rorax's fingers slid into her hair, guiding her, and she shivered at his casual strength. Her fingers stroked his shaft as she slid her mouth up and down him, making him groan. Above her, she heard the sound of his wings as he panted. When his cock began to twitch, he lifted her off him, and she moaned and looked up at him with a grin.
"You are wonderful," he said, voice a low growl that vibrated through her. "And I can wait no longer. I need to be inside you."
The eagerness with which she nodded made her blush brighter, embarrassed at how much she needed him. Rorax grinned, setting her back down onto the crystal surface beneath them, positioning himself between her legs. A glance downward showed her that he'd grown even bigger, and she shivered with delighted anticipation.
Her fingers ran over him, guiding him to her, and her touch made him groan hungrily. Looming over her, he thrust forward, and Laura arched, a cry of pure joy escaping her lips at the feel of him. For all his size, he fit perfectly, as though he'd been made for her, as she was for him.
Rorax growled and thrust again, pinning Laura to the floor. She grabbed at him, urging him on, and he roared as they moved together. His hands grabbed her ass, lifting her to the perfect position, his thrusts driving deeper and deeper. His ridged, alien cock felt like nothing Laura could have imagined and each time he thrust into her, she cried out in pleasure. Every time he pulled back she felt an aching emptiness until he drove home again.
His body was hot, as though a furnace burned inside him, and his breath sped up into a series of gasps. Leaning down he nipped at her breasts as she squeezed him tight inside her. Impossibly, he seemed to swell even more, and she cried out as he buried himself even deeper into her. Waves of pleasure washed through her, each building on the last as he rode her hard. His movements sped up, and the waves came closer and closer together, building to a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm her.
Laura looked up into her lover's alien eyes, feeling him tremble with the effort of keeping control of himself. For a moment they were locked together, their bodies straining at each other, and then she pulled herself up to bite his shoulder hard, urging him on into a final, furious thrust.
That thrust pushed her over the edge and her body shuddered with the release. She could feel him cum deep inside her, his back arched over her, and his wings spread above them as he roared his joy to the heavens.
"Oh my god," Laura whimpered as she caught her breath. Their bodies relaxed finally, and they lay together, their hearts pounding together as they lay there. Laura could hardly tell where her body ended and his began.
14
Rorax
Rorax couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this relaxed, or this happy. Laura's head rested on his chest, rising and falling as he breathed, and the feel of her there made him feel certain that everything was alright. His body ached with the pleasant exhaustion of exercise — the two of them had made love for hours through the night, and he could have slept for a week.
Smiling at the roof high above them, he tried to take stock. Thinking was easier now that the growing pressure of his need for her touch had faded, and he could concentrate on the future. Rorax considered getting up, but he didn't want to risk disturbing Laura's sleep. She looked so much more peaceful now than she had awake, her expression soft and calm, and he knew that she needed this quiet time to recover. She'd been through a lot since they'd met, and now that she was sleeping peacefully he'd chew his own arm off rather than waking her.
Now I know what the heroes of old felt like, he thought. The old stories his parents had told him, about the founders of the Dragon Empire and their epic quests to find their mates, didn't sound so far-fetched to him now. Holding Laura in his arms, Rorax knew what they had been seeking amongst the stars — and how worth the effort their quests had been.
It must have been fate that brought them together, he decided. There was no other explanation, not when they'd been born more than a thousand years apart. And only chance had brought him to seize her, rather than the prize he'd aimed for. Thank the Thousand Stars for that, Rorax thought with a shudder. If Laura had been a little slower, he'd have taken the right female prisoner. Then he and Laura would never have had the chance to speak, to touch, to make love. That thought was almost a physical pain.
On the other hand, now he'd dragged his mate into danger. That didn't sit well with him at all, and he wasn't going to let anything bad happen to her. So she was right, he had to get her away from here as quickly as he could. There wasn't any other good option — as dangerous as trying to break her out of here would be, it had to be safer than trying to get her away while the missiles were flying.
Easier said than done, he thought, but he was determined to find a way. With both of their deceptions running at the same time, something was bound to fail, and he didn't want Laura to be around when it did. And for all he knew something had already gone wrong. If Rorax returned to the camp, that could be the last chance they'd have to escape wasted.
He found a weight lifting from him as he came to a decision. Getting Laura to safety was what mattered, and everything else could wait.
Laura stirred in her sleep, distracting Rorax from his planning, and he smiled down at her. There would be a way, he knew. Now that they had found each other, he refused to believe that there was anything the pair of them couldn't do together.
Stroking his hand down her back, he marveled at how perfectly right she felt, how well her curves fitted against him as they lay here. His cock stirred at the memory of their lovemaking, and the thought of doing it again, and she muttered something, her eyes flickering open.
The look of confused happiness on Laura's face as she woke filled Rorax's heart with joy, and he felt a smile spread across his face as she focused on him. All his worries faded into the background as his mate looked at him.
"Good morning," he said as she blinked and sat up, a delightful blush spreading over her as she looked at him. For a moment, he thought she was going to try and cover herself, but then a grin appeared on herself and she relaxed with a visible effort.
"Good morning," she said in turn. "If it is morning. How can you tell?"
"Implanted computers mean never worrying about what time it is," he said with a smile of his own. As much as he liked looking at her, he was discovering that being looked at by her was even better. There was something wonderful about the way she admired him.
She ran her fingers down his thigh gently, and Rorax looked at her with a grin. Her blush deepened and she shook her head.
"I was just wondering where your pants went," she said, though he could see that wasn't all that was on her mind. He laughed.
"Magic," he told her, and when she
swatted him in annoyance he pulled her close for a kiss before continuing. "It might as well be. I'm not a scientist or engineer — all I know is that my implants can take a small amount of matter with me when I shift, and bring it back later. I used that to get rid of my inconvenient clothing."
Demonstrating, he let his pants reappear. Laura watched with an odd look on her face, half wonder at the technology, half disappointment that he had covered himself. Rorax grinned as she touched the tight leather cautiously, as though making sure it was real.
"That's amazing," she said. "How much can you hide away like that?"
"Not much," Rorax said. "Many dragons don't even bother with the technology, but I find it useful. Otherwise it's a pain to carry things as a dragon, especially anything small."
It was the only way he could carry the communicator he used to speak with the emperor, for one thing. Without that, his mission would have been much harder.
Laura ran her hands over him again, shaking her head with a look of wonder in her eyes. Human technology is so primitive in a lot of ways, Rorax thought. Then he frowned. But we're not much better, not anymore. I wonder if there's a dragon still alive who understands how this works?
"God, I'm famished," Laura said eventually, finally looking away. "And, um, I need somewhere to clean up? I'm not sure you thought this far ahead when you stuck me up here."
Rorax sighed and pulled himself up, reaching for his sack of supplies and digging through it. Some of the ration packs he'd brought were labeled 'breakfast' so he pulled the tab on one of them and tossed it over to Laura. Snagging three for himself, he waited for them to heat up and open.
"I didn't think much further than getting you safely away from Dakar," he admitted as the smell of human food started to fill the air. He hoped that actual human cooking was more appetizing than these packs were, but at that moment he could have eaten just about anything. "But I'm thinking ahead now. You can wash once we're aboard one of the skyships. Can you fly one?"
Peeling back the lid of the ration pack, Laura nodded, a smile appearing on her face. "I'm no expert, but I can make one go, sure. We're doing it, then? Stealing a ship and escaping?"
There was a note of cautious hope in her voice, and he realized that she hadn't really expected to convince him to escape with her. He smiled at her and nodded. "I can't keep you here, Laura. There's too much chance of our lies coming out, and even if they don't, your escape plan is awful. I won't simply hope that you can get away while the humans are shooting at the pirates. So we have to make a break for it. The Dragon Guard will be able to pick up the pirates' trail if they scatter. If your human allies can shoot up this place before they arrive that will help, too. But we won't be here to see it."
"Are you sure we can get out of here?" she asked.
"I'm sure it's safer to try than to stay here and wait for things to go wrong," Rorax said with a shrug. "I'd take the risk for myself, but not you — you mean too much to me, Laura. But no matter what we do, we need to keep our strength up for it. Eat your breakfast."
Dubiously, she prodded the mushy mass of what was allegedly eggs and then shrugged and started eating. Rorax joined her, devouring the food. By the time she was finished, he'd eaten the three packs he'd taken and was contemplating a fourth. It hadn't tasted nearly as bad as he'd feared, but if this was human cooking he could do without it.
Laura chuckled at his expression. "I've always hated these things, and you're eating three of them? Glutton for punishment."
"Your human portions are just too damned small," Rorax said, shooting her a look. "If there was a proper foodmaker here, I wouldn't have to put up with this mush."
"Yeah, well, if there was a proper kitchen I could make you a proper human breakfast," she said with another laugh, taking a swig from a water bottle. "But you dragged me off here, and you've stolen this awful food for us, so don't you glower at me like that. It's not my fault that's all you've got to eat."
Rorax growled a warning, which only made Laura grin wider. He couldn't keep his scowl straight and laughed too, glad that she was seeing a funny side to the situation. Putting down the fourth pack unopened, he stood and stuffed the scattered parts of her spacesuit into the sack. Once he had them all, he beckoned her over.
"Time to go," he said. "And don't worry, I'll hold you to that promise of breakfast once we're somewhere better equipped."
"Wait, I didn't promise—" Laura's protest was cut short as Rorax gathered her into his arms and leaped from the broken tower, swooping down toward the camp and the waiting sky ships. There was a lot to do, and not long to do it in.
Laura clung to Rorax, her naked body pressed against him, and he wished that they could just fly off like this forever.
15
Laura
Laura clung to Rorax as he soared through the air, fighting to contain her excitement. She'd flown plenty of times before, of course, but never like this, carried in the arms of a man like Rorax. His strong hands held her tight and she felt safe in them despite the drop below them.
His great wings beat slowly, silently, and they swooped away from the pirate camp into the darkness of the cavern. Turning back in a slow loop that kept them out of sight of any observers, Rorax aimed them at the docked skyships. He chose one of the stolen human skyships and landed on its deck with a silent delicacy she wouldn't have believed if she hadn't seen it for herself.
Looking at him with questioning eyes, Laura forced herself not to speak her questions aloud. Rorax clearly valued stealth here, and if that was what he wanted she wasn't going to ruin his plan. I wish he'd told me what it was, though. That way I could help rather than just trail along, she thought with a touch of annoyance.
The ship he'd chosen had once been called the Bradbury, but that name had been painted over with alien runes she couldn't read. Whatever it was called, it was a pirate ship now, and she shivered at the sight of spacesuit helmets nailed to the prow. They didn't have to come from dead men, she supposed, but given that all of them had cracked and broken faceplates she didn't think their original owners had survived losing them.
At least it's not actual heads. That would have been a lot worse.
She wondered what it had been before the pirates had claimed it. A survey ship, maybe? It certainly looked like it was built for speed, with more and larger thrusters than ships twice its size.
Following Rorax inside the cramped ship, she relaxed slightly when it became clear that it was empty. That made sense — this was a small ship, even by human standards, and she couldn't imagine that any of the aliens would want to spend more time aboard than they had to. The interior had been made as spacious as possible, she saw. There were marks where the furniture had been torn up, leaving the crew spaces empty and almost bare.
It still looked uncomfortable for Rorax, who had to crouch to fit through the doorways with his wings tightly furled. Even Laura felt a little cramped inside the small space after her time spent in places intended for the dragon aliens.
Closing the hatch quietly behind them, she looked in the airlock nook that ought to hold the crew's spacesuits. No luck. She hadn't expected to find a spare, intact helmet to replace the one Korgan was hiding, but it would have been a pleasant surprise. I guess I'll be stuck inside the ship until we get to Olympus Colony, she thought. As long as nothing went wrong, that wouldn't be so bad.
Turning to Rorax, she spoke. "What's the plan then? Just... fly out of here and see how far we get?"
Can it be that simple? She'd expected something more complicated, but Rorax just shrugged.
"Simple plans can be the best," he said. "There's less to go wrong. Without your suit's helmet, a ship is the only way out of here, so we take this one and make for the horizon. This looks like the fastest ship that two of us can crew alone... assuming we can get it to fly at all."
Laura realized he was looking at her expectantly, and she grimaced. "I told you, I know the basics. But I've never had to handle one on my own, and this isn't exactly a w
ell laid out dock. It's not going to be easy to get out of here."
"Nothing important ever is," Rorax said with a confident smile. "I have faith in your abilities. You have to figure it out, because I've got no idea how to use your human technology."
"Oh great. Nothing like a little pressure to make things easier," she groused, but despite herself she felt a tingle of hope. Up until now, she realized, she hadn't truly expected to get out of this alive. There were too many things that could go wrong before she could escape alone. Now, with Rorax's help, she actually had hope.
It felt good.
"Alright, what are we waiting for?" she said with a grin. Rorax returned it and she pushed past him into the cockpit. The feel of his skin against hers as they passed each other in the narrow corridor made her breath catch and her body tingle, but she pushed those feelings down again hard. There'll be plenty of time to explore that once we're free of this place, she told herself, pointedly ignoring her doubts. They would make it out. They had to.
Rorax let her past, only to reach around her and pull her back against him. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, and she moaned as his touch pushed her self-control to the limit. She could feel how it strained him, as well. His cock, his beautiful marvelous cock, was hard against her ass and they both shivered at the feeling.
"Laura," he whispered into her ear, voice low. "Whatever happens now, know that you're mine. I won't let any harm come to you."
The words made her shiver again, speaking to something deep inside her, and Laura raised her hands to his. The simple earnestness of his claim on her spoke to something deep in her soul. Part of her wanted to object, but another part wanted to give in to him and let herself be his.
"We don't have time for this," she said, putting off the decision and gently pulling his hands away. "There will be plenty of time to talk about that when we're away from here."