He angled his cock backward to titillate her ass. He rotated it in circles to bring the whining cries to her lips. He flicked her clitoris and scooped sideways to awaken every spot within her to his pleasure.
He let go of her lips to mutter into her mouth. “Who’s mine? Who’s my perfect one? Are you mine? Are you mine forever?”
“I’m yours. Oh, God, I’m yours. I’m yours forever.”
“Say you want me inside you. Say you want me like this.”
“Oh, yes. Oh, I want it. Oh, oh, oh. Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Take it, baby. Take it hard. Is it hard enough? Is that deep enough? Is that what you like?”
“Oh, yes. Oh, it’s so hard and deep. Oh, God.”
“Beg for it. Beg for my cock.”
“Oh, please, please fuck me. Oh! Fuck me hard. Oh!”
“Like that? Huh? Like that, baby? Can you feel that? Is that hard enough?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes, like that. Oh, yes!”
He knocked his cock in to its hilt with every beat of his wicked words. He matched her cries with vicious thrusts until she couldn’t speak anymore. She yelped when he nailed it in hard, and she moaned when he withdrew it to prepare for the next thrust.
She heard herself crying and begging. He reduced her to a tool of his pleasure, but his pleasure was her pleasure. He liked to hear her beg. He liked to hear her talk dirty and say what she wanted. She turned him on saying it out loud, and making herself a wild animal for him turned her on in return.
Never in her life could she imagine she could get that turned on by talking out loud during sex. Never in her life would she beg for a man to nail her for all she was worth, but she did it now. She did it and loved it. She loved him making her beg. She loved him making her his animal mate. She loved the wet and the heat and the hardness of his cock against the soft spongy wetness of her cunt.
She loved it all. Even now, she exploded into another series of rolling orgasms. Her pussy ached from spasming again and again for hours, but he never stopped. He never gave her a moment’s rest. He kept her going. He could cum and cum again, as often as she did. He could destroy her and pick her up to do it all over again.
He hit her so hard he pushed her over onto her stomach. He came up with his knees outside her hips, and he shoved her ass into the air with his thrusts. He caught hold of her arms and pinned them to her sides.
“You want this, don’t you? You want me to play rough? Huh? You want it rough, I’ll give it to you rough. Say you want it.”
“I want it. I want it rough.”
“Does this turn you on, baby? Do you want to be my little plaything?”
“Oh, God, yes! This makes me so turned on.”
He bunched her ass up in a tight ball with his bush of pubic hair rammed between her cheeks. He leaned down with her wrists in his fists to hold her down on the ground. He hammered his cock into the tight cleft between her thighs to make her G spot sing.
“Oh, yeah. You don’t know how delicious that sweet, wet pussy of yours is. I could fuck you all day and all night. God, I’m gonna make you scream, you hot little devil. Oh, fuck, give me that pussy. Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby. That’s good. That’s so good. Oh, fuck, you make my cock so hard. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you don’t know what hit you.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
She screamed inarticulate wailing cries, but no one could hear her but him. Far from inciting him to mercy, her cries and screams only encouraged him to dominate her more. The rougher he treated her, the more she cried. The more she cried, the rougher he treated her. They tumbled together in a web of erotic stimulation never to be forgotten.
After an eternity taking his throbbing meat into her twitching hole, he laid his rippling body along her back and extended his legs around hers. He kept her arms pinned at her sides and humped against her ass from behind. He bit her neck and grunted in her ear.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah. That’s it. I can’t stand it. Oh, God, don’t do this to me. I can’t do this. Oh, yeah. Oh, God, baby.”
She smiled to herself between delirious waves of intoxicating bliss. He was close. She loved him now more than ever, when he fell apart on top of her and filled her with his elixir. She loved his beating pulse and his sweaty skin sticking to hers. She loved his molten concoction swirling through her brain.
He choked on his breath and froze against her back. He hovered there, unmoving, for what seemed like forever. She had him. He was all hers. Then he erupted. He tore at her with his teeth. He shivered and shook, and his bleeding cock spurted its sticky potion into her being.
When it was all over, he slept against her back. His spent rod tucked between her thighs, and she listened to him breathe into her hair. His fingers slackened their hold on her wrists, but she didn’t try to break free. She rested in the safety of his hands.
Would it always be like this? She didn’t have to know. Now was enough. Now as all they would ever have. Let him sleep and gather his strength for the next time.
The sun crossed the sky, and still they didn’t move. Their wet skin cooled in the evening air, hunger nagged her, but she wouldn’t disturb his slumber. Nothing in the world could be more precious than this moment, when she gave him back all the pleasure he gave her. This moment wouldn’t last forever. Before she knew it, he would get up and be ready to move.
The sun sank behind the trees, and she closed her eyes. She could barely remember everything that happened today: meeting Clan Assan, Fawks’ fight with the brothers, and finally running away from General Duncan.
In her mind’s eye, the rocket shuttle soared across the sky to disappear into the atmosphere. She was alone on this planet! She would never see the Allies or the research team again.
A sizzle of excitement coursed through her, and her muscles tensed. Fawks stirred against her, and his muscles tensed, too. His breathing changed, and he nuzzled his head against her ear. “Are you awake?”
“Yes.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her ear. “I’m sorry.”
“I liked it.”
He passed his lips back and forth over her ear. “Was it a good kind of hurt?”
“Yes. Did I hurt you?”
“Yes. You tortured me. You killed me.”
“I’m not sorry.”
He let a warm puff of air into her ear. Her body seethed under him. “You’re cruel. Do you know that? You don’t know how much it hurts.”
“Good.”
He bit her ear, just lightly enough to feel good. “You’re bad. You should be punished.”
“Spank me. Spank me like you spanked me that first time.”
“Did you like that?”
“You scared me.”
“What about now? Are you scared I’ll spank you?”
“I’m scared you’ll do something else.”
“Like what?”
“Something I don’t know about. No one ever spanked me before. I’m sure you could do something I’ve never even thought of.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back against his mouth. “Oh, you’re a bad girl. I never knew you could be so bad. Is this what you like?”
“Make me bad. Make me deserve it.”
“I’ll make you bad. I’ll make you earn every lick of my tongue on your sweet pussy.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to lick you right now?”
“Oh, yes.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything? Are you sure about that?”
“Yes. Oh, please.”
He let go of her hair and closed his arms around her. “I don’t want to play like that right now.”
“Oh, please. Don’t leave me like this.”
“If you want me to lick you, I will. I don’t want to play rough with you, not now. That was rough enough for now. We can get rough again another time.”
“I
thought you liked it.”
He turned her over to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and met her gaze with his burning eyes. “I like it. I like it more than you can imagine, but I like this, too. I need to see you. I need to kiss you and caress you and stroke you before we go there again.”
She let his weight sink into her. She burrowed into his kiss, into the beautiful togetherness of their eyes. “I need you, too. I need this.”
“Do you still want to come with me?”
“More than ever.”
“You don’t regret what you did?”
“Never. I’m glad. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. I never want to go back.”
“I never thought I would get to have you. I thought I lost you.”
“I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry I hurt you like that.”
“You don’t know what it’s like, to find you after so long. You’re the most precious thing in the world to me. I would do anything to win you.”
“You already did. I’m yours.”
Chapter 16
He surprised her by murmuring into her mouth, “Let's go.”
Her eyes popped open. “Go? Go where?”
“Home. Let's go home. I don't want to hang around this forest anymore.”
“Are you worried about the Assans coming back?”
“I'm not worried. I just want to go. This isn't my home. I never felt comfortable here.”
“You sure acted comfortable.”
He gave her one more kiss and disengaged his cock from her saturated cunt. He slithered free and sat up to find his pants. “I didn't want to startle you. Now that I have you, I have no further reason to stay in this forest. My people will wonder what happened to me. They'll want to know how successful I was at sabotaging the mission.”
“Will they be angry that you failed?”
“I didn't exactly fail. I succeeded in crashing the shuttle. Things just didn't turn out as planned.”
Sheena snorted. “That's putting it mildly. What will they say when you bring one of the enemy home?”
“You aren't our enemy. You can help us prepare.”
“Nothing can prepare you for what the Allies have in mind. They'll take over this planet, and they won't rest until they subdue its people—all its people.”
“They will never subdue the Ulasso.”
“The Ulasso may have been the most powerful Clan on this planet up until now, but not even they can stand against the Allies. The Allies have an advanced military with technology you can't even dream of. Do you remember Rex's gun? They have weapons a hundred times more powerful, not to mention all their political and economic power. They'll use everything they have to conquer this planet. The harder the Ulasso fight back, the worse the outcome for them and all the rest of the...the Ingasores.”
“The Ulasso has advanced technology, too.”
Sheena started. “You do?”
“We have all the weapons the Allies have. We have space capable vehicles and advanced communications technology.”
Sheena couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Do the other Clans know about this?”
“Do they know about it? Ha! That's why they hate us so much. They can't stand that we should be in communication with other planets and traveling the galaxy while they languish in their holes. That's why they shun us. They won't visit our cities or allow any of us to visit them. They won't allow any of our people to mate with any of their people. They don't want our technology and our contact with outsiders to infect them and change their primitive customs. They don't realize change is inevitable.”
“If that's true....”
“It is true. You'll see when you get to my city. I checked your shuttle before I found you in the forest. The Allies don't have anything we don't have, except maybe more people, and we can make up for that with our healing powers. If we disable or kill one of the Allies, they will not rise to fight again. We will. We can match any invasion force the Allies care to send against us, and we've been preparing to defend ourselves against them.”
“When did you start preparing?”
“The first time the Allies contacted us and mentioned their desire to send representatives to this planet. We saw the writing on the wall. The other Clans saw it, too, but they chose to take the path of secrecy. They had no way to defend themselves against the Allies as we did, so they chose the soft route. We will never choose the soft route. We choose the path of war. That has always been our way, and anyone who attacks us will suffer for it. I can promise you that.”
She stared at him with new respect. If even some of the Ulasso were like Fawks, she could well believe they could repel an Allies attack. What would happen to the Allies then?
No target planet ever withstood a full-on Allies assault. Sooner or later, everyone crumbled under the Allies' heel. That's why so many peoples and planets submitted without a fight. They saw what happened to those planets who resisted joining the Alliance and chose to save themselves from the same fate.
If Fawks was right and the Ulasso succeeded in driving the Allies off this planet, the Alliance would disintegrate. The military would lose its indomitable reputation. Every tin-pot rebel in the galaxy would decide to take a shot at the wounded behemoth. The Allies couldn't fight them all at once
Fawks settled his pants around his hips and arranged his buckler angled across his chest. He offered Sheena his hand to raise her to her feet. “Come on. Let's get out of here. We have some long flying to do.”
She got dressed. “How do we do this?”
“You climb on my back, and I fly away. Nothing could be simpler.”
“You mean, ride on a dragon.”
He kissed her. “I am a dragon, Sheena.”
“I know that.”
“Then why are you hesitating?”
“I just never rode a dragon before.”
He chuckled and moved a step away from her. He took a deep breath to change into a dragon, but before he could let it out, an ear-splitting shriek ripped through the trees. Fawks spun around as three huge dragons dove out of the sky to land in front of him.
Sheena drew back. All three dragons changed before their feet hit the ground to become three tall men. Sheena recognized Warku Assan. One other man was with him in the group that met the research team, but the third man she did not recognize.
As soon as they hit the ground, all three men drew their swords and advanced on Fawks. The third man, the man Sheena hadn't seen before, slashed his sword through the air. “We warned you, Ulasso. We warned you to leave our territory or die a bloody death. You trespassed on our territory one too many times.”
Fawks clenched his fists and swelled out his shoulders. “Do you think you can kill me with those hair pins? There's not a man in your whole Clan who can stand against me. Come on, Rocor Assan. You want to kill me? Come on and do it. I know you and your brothers well enough to know you can't touch me. Would you like to try your luck, Goa Assan? What about you, Warku? You can scare a bunch of human women with your sword, but not me. I'll tear you apart and water the forest with your blood.”
The moment the words passed his lips, he stretched his neck to a hideous length. He spread his arms to claw the air, and two white wings extended from his back. His face protruded into a pointed nose, and a long, forked tongue lashed out of his mouth.
Sheena shrank from him, too, when he was like this. She couldn't stop herself being terrified of this enormous monster with his ghostly white skin. The Assans had no such reaction, though. That dragon didn't startle them in the slightest.
Their faces smoldered black and menacing with their swirling tattoo patterns. Sheena couldn't see those patterns up close, but from a distance they gave the Assans a distinctive reptilian appearance. When the pattern emerged, she saw the dragons lurking beneath their skins.
Fawks' long neck shot out, and he snapped his jaws within inches of Rocor's face. Rocor jumped back in the nick of time, and the sword fell out of his hand. Fawks shivered th
e ground with his feet advancing on the Assans, but Rocor reacted just as fast. He danced to one side and changed.
He heaved out of his body to explode into a ferocious blue dragon. His wings spread to fill the whole forest, and when he opened his mouth to shriek at Fawks, a plume of flame shot out to lick against Fawks' scaly chest.
Fawks reared on his hind legs, and his wings beat the air. Faster than lightning, his tail whipped around and smacked Rocor across the head. The blue dragon screamed in rage and surprise and rushed Fawks with his teeth bared.
Fawks met him in mid-air. The two dragons, blue and white, battled with claws and jaws and pounding wings. Sheena hung back to keep out of the way, but Warku barreled into the fight from one side. He changed in a flash and launched himself at the combatants.
Rocor occupied Fawks with continuous attacks. He bit and lashed until dark blood flowed down Fawks' white sides, but Fawks fought back with equal fury. He wrapped his tail around Rocor's neck and choked the life out of him until he backed down.
Warku transformed in mid-flight to become a coal-grey dragon with black spikes running down his back. He hit Fawks side on to free his brother from the white dragon's clutches. He scratched his hind claws down Fawks' flank and bit down hard on his neck.
Fawks exploded into a rage at the interloper. His head slipped back on his long neck, and with one swipe of his claws, sent Rocor tumbling backward. Fawks took a massive step forward with his big back legs, and with one earth-shaking stamp of his foot, he crushed Rocor to the ground and pinned him there.
At the same moment, he flailed his head sideways to knock Warku free. He smashed his head against Warku's. Warku's teeth tore a chunk out of Fawks' neck, but the impact sent Warku spinning away. At the same time, Fawks brought his tail whistling forward and pummeled Warku with it over and over until the grey dragon failed to rise again.
Sheena got so engrossed in the fight that she didn't notice Gao Assan until it was too late. In the mayhem of the battle, he circled his brothers to avoid Fawks' rage. He moved backward in a feigned retreat, but at the last second, he rocketed forward.
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