by Vi Voxley
"Fuck me," Naima whimpered. "I need you, Braen, please... I can't wait any longer."
He obliged happily, a smirk on his lips. He lifted her up before lowering her slowly on his cock. Naima's eyes snapped wide open when the thick head of his shaft pushed into her wet pussy, stretching it open for him.
The general had to stop for a second to give them both a moment to gather themselves. Both for his gesha to be able to take his girth and for him not to cum before he'd satisfied her.
Naima wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing him hard when she sank down lower on his cock, moaning when she was finally seated on him. She was gasping for air, an elevated smile on her lips.
"You're huge, oh! - gods yes, you feel so good!"
He moved slowly at first, thrusting into her with care not to hurt her, but the general remembered what Naima had told him before. The look in her eyes confirmed that she hadn't changed her mind about the good hurt.
A few sharper thrusts brought such a bliss to her face that Braen had to repeat the motions again and again, watching the rapture on her face with awe.
He took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, sucking on them as Naima dragged her nails across his broad back hard enough to leave marks. The pain was nothing but a welcome distraction, making him snarl and pull her hair back with a wild grin, kissing her exposed neck.
Naima cried out, her hips moving without rhythm on his lap, but the angle wasn't what Braen needed.
He lowered her back on the sheets, pulling back for a second to lift her smooth legs on his shoulders. The sight that greeted him was immediately etched into his mind.
Naima's lips were parted and her breasts were heaving from her fast breathing. Her legs resting on his shoulders gave him the perfect view of her body and his cock disappearing into her wet pussy with every thrust.
The heat around his shaft was all but blazing, Naima's body clenching down on him as he started pounding into her without holding anything back. Her mouth opened in a scream, but there was barely any sound as she gasped for air. Some of those whimpers sounded like his name.
"Braen," she moaned when she could form words again, "oh fuck, don't stop –"
With a savage grin, the general bent forward instead. He captured her mouth, nearly folding her in half. The angle of the position made Naima scream as he slammed into her. The bed moved along with them as her whimpers became pleas and a violent shudder of pleasure that went through her told Braen she was very close.
"You will not cum before I allow you to," he said, his own voice nearly as broken as Naima's, and this time not from the effects of the Fearless’ attack, but by what his gesha was doing to him. "I want to feel your pleasure when I spill my seed into you."
"I can't," Naima whimpered in reply, "I need to cum, please..."
Braen caught her hands in his, pressing her onto the sheets even deeper as his thrusts reached her core with every punishing motion. Naima's eyes were now begging for her when her words weren’t enough, the soft lips pressing fleeting kisses on his mouth and shoulders, biting when kissing wasn't enough.
He groaned, the pleasure growing to be too much. No man could ever deny their gesha, no more than they could deny their very beings. Not even in a situation like this, at least for very long.
He kissed her back savagely, drinking in her desperate moans as the heat built between them, drowning out everything else.
"You are mine," Braen growled, his rhythm faltering when Naima's pussy trembled at the sound of his voice and the unstoppable pace he'd chosen. "Mine."
"Yes! Yours," she whispered breathlessly, the tone of her voice shaping it into a plea. "I'm yours, please –"
Those were the last coherent words out of Naima's mouth because Braen changed the angle only slightly, but just enough. Every punctuated slam of his hips against hers brought only a broken cry which turned into a mantra, a chorus as he slammed into her wildly.
Their fingers were intertwined, grasping at each other.
Naima's eyes were squeezed shut and her head thrown back. Her body was locked into position as Braen fucked her hard enough to finally bring a scream to her lips.
It started as a whimper, growing into a full-blown, broken scream as she shivered underneath him. Her wet, tight pussy was so hot around his thick cock that it nearly made him lose control. Thankfully, Naima had been as close as he knew she was.
With one final cry of his name, she cummed, her entire body trembling in the throes of her orgasm. It looked like it shocked her with its intensity, her expression twisting as the waves crashed over her.
Braen groaned, breathing heavily as seeing her pleasure pushed him over the edge too and he filled her pussy with his seed. It seemed to last a lifetime, his release. More powerful than any he had had before, one that would set the baseline for all the times he sought to have together with his gesha.
Though they had conceived a new life when they shared a night together before, it was now that Braen felt truly and unbreakably connected to his gesha.
Naima was limp in his hands, shivering. Her eyes were wide open now, a blissful smile on her lips as he thrust into her a few more times before leaning down to kiss her. He loved seeing her writhe and groan a little as he ground into her.
Her lips answered his eagerly and when he finally released her hands, they came up to comb gently through his messy hair.
The kiss seemed to last for a lifetime and still end too soon. There was nothing hurried about it and when Braen rolled off her at last, he knew that everything they'd said in the midst of pleasure was true. Naima was his now, the bond made real between them.
He searched for any signs of regret or hesitance on her face. There was only happiness. Braen realized he'd never seen Naima more relaxed, more carefree than in that moment.
It was the best feeling in the world to know that he was responsible for that. No victory had ever tasted so sweet as bringing that smile to his gesha's face.
The general kissed her again just because he could, at last.
When he pulled away, Naima was grinning.
"Are you going to tell me "I told you so" now?" she asked.
Braen shook his head, bringing her closer to his chest, holding her in a safe, warm embrace.
"No," he said.
"Good," Naima replied, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "I was afraid you'd rub my nose in how stupid I was before, but –"
"I love you," Braen said.
Naima stared at him, robbed of words. No blade of the enemy, not even the horrible fangs of the Fearless had ever made the general's heart beat like that, than waiting for her reply.
Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing to say, rationally. His gesha had only just accepted the bond, after all, but there were no halves with Brions. He was who he was and that was a man completely and utterly in love with the most beautiful and fierce woman in the galaxy.
"I love you too," she said softly, and Braen knew he'd never feel fear again.
28
Naima
Braen rolled over on the sheets and pulled Naima into his strong embrace. She couldn't have fought off the smile on her lips if she'd wanted to.
I don't think anyone has ever studied the calming effects of a Brion before, Naima mused happily, cuddling up to her gerion. I wonder if there’s a paper to be written about this.
The little moment of peace was so powerful that for a second, Naima managed to forget about everything else. The feeling was uncanny, rendering her past doubts completely invalid. All of a sudden, Naima couldn't imagine for the life of her denying Braen anything, least of all the bond between them.
Everything he’d want, she’d be glad to provide. Knowing that it would be returned just as eagerly made something that had been an impossibility into a possibility instead.
Her body was calling out to get even closer to the general, to see if those wondrous crystals on Braen's neck would glow brightly again, just for her. Yet Naima resisted, content to stay as she was, staring u
p at the ceiling.
Braen's body was hot and strong against her curves, making his power evident with barely an effort. Even the way her gerion idly ran his fingertips over her naked flesh made Naima think of what those hands were capable of.
The world must seem like such a simple place for men such as him, she thought. If Braen doesn't like something, he can just change it. Saying "no" to a Brion general is considered a medically valid suicide attempt, after all.
The thought brought a smile to Naima's lips.
Closing her eyes and enjoying the private piece of heaven, Naima came to a conclusion.
She hadn't asked for Braen to come into her life. In fact, she'd fought very hard against that, but all of that was in the past now. They were having a baby and the future looked bright, perhaps exactly because it had come as such a surprise. Now that Naima truly knew the awesome power of the Brion bonds, she wasn't about to let go, ever.
She’d have plenty of time to mull over the very real baggage she brought with her into this relationship. With this man by her side, she got the feeling that she could deal with it in a way she had never been able to. Every relationship she’d had before had crumbled roughly the same way. With Braen, she no longer saw that looming threat to their joint happiness.
The emphasis being on the fact that she believed that they could truly be happier together than they were alone. Both of them.
"How much longer until we reach the Darnetta system?" she asked, trying to sound blasé.
The lazy smile that dawned on Braen's face made Naima dearly regret her chosen course of action up until her confession. She could have easily spent all the mornings aboard the Benevolent waking up in his arms.
In her heart, though, she knew that nothing would have been the same. The road to Braen's warm, firm embrace had been painful, but it made the prize that much better. Trust wasn’t easy to give and she knew that had she handed it over without considering the implications thoroughly, she would have never been able to trust herself with him.
Maybe I can postpone our duties for a little while, she thought. Saving the world or letting the most gorgeous man in existence fuck me until I scream, these are my choices. This is my life now.
I remember for a fact a beauty magazine told me once a girl can have it all. No need to compromise.
Answering Naima's inner monologue, Braen turned to her with a grin.
"I am lying next to you – naked – and that is what you want to talk about right now? I must warn you, my heart, I am insulted."
"Don't be," Naima said, turning to the general.
She traced his sculpted abs with her finger until she realized she hadn't finished her sentence.
The fire in Braen's eyes was enough to rob her of words for another long moment.
"You see," Naima said then. "That is definitely not the case. If I'm being honest and selfish, I want to talk about how many push-ups you can do and whether I can watch you. I want to take a shower with you afterward and see if you'll look even more amazing wet. I want you to fuck me when you're done and see whether you can make me scream again."
"As you wish."
The deep, soft growl sent shivers down Naima's spine. She realized much too late that talking dirty to Braen tended to have a very immediate effect, as was obvious from the way he was looking at her.
The general rose from the sheets like a warrior god, bright blue eyes shining like stars as he kept his piercing gaze on Naima. She shuddered under his attention, her eyes traveling over Braen's perfect body.
"Hey," she tried, knowing it was futile. "I said those things theoretically. I really do want to know about Darnetta and all."
"Do you now?"
He quirked a brow at her and she very narrowly suppressed the urge to throw a pillow at him. Knowing Braen, that would have been considered a challenge and she’d pay dearly for it.
And definitely not hear about their distance from the Darnetta system.
"Yes," Naima shot back although his voice was tearing down her defenses so fast it was like they weren't even there.
Perhaps they weren't.
"Yes," she repeated as Braen shrugged off the blanket and knelt opposite of her in all his glory. "I want to – I..."
Well, crap. This is what I get for trying to play mind games with a Brion.
Braen's hand cupped her chin and gently forced Naima to answer his gaze, forceful and passionate and undeniably sexy.
"Go on," he said quietly, but every word hit Naima like a shockwave. "Tell me what it is you want, little one."
There was only one possible answer to that, really.
"You," Naima breathed, more a whisper than anything else.
Braen's crystals flared in response as a victorious, maddening grin tugged at the general's lips. Naima didn't even have time to react before her gerion lifted her bodily into his arms. She whimpered in delight, unable to convince herself she wasn't madly enjoying what was happening to her.
It was pointless to argue with Braen, anyway.
"Your wish is my command," the general said, standing up.
He scooped her up from the sheets easily and threw her over his shoulder, making a beeline towards the showers. She’d been very close to not bathing since the incident, but with Braen with her, Naima had to imagine even the Fearless wouldn’t dare screw around with her mind.
And she was still wearing the glove. Those things combined kept her from spiraling into a fit of hyperventilating and she laughed instead.
"Pretty words," she teased. "I don't believe you even a little."
"I won't deny it's very comfortable for me if your desires coincide with mine," Braen admitted, his hands groping Naima's bare skin as the water started pouring down on them.
He turned on the shower, still keeping her on his shoulder like a trophy. Naima hiked herself up on her elbows, stifling a sigh.
It wouldn’t be proper to complain about being carried around like this. He’s the first, and, I hope, last man to ever do it.
"But I couldn't deny you anything," the general finished. "Unless it's for your own good and safety."
Naima couldn't protest that in any way, even if she knew that topic would come up soon enough. Instead, she kissed Braen long and hard as he set her down on the shower floor, clinging to the warlord's powerful shoulders, loving the feel of his rock hard chest against her breasts.
She was quickly running out of breath, but Naima couldn't stop. She wanted more of him, to taste Braen's lips, to have him kiss her with all the vigor of a Brion.
There was no modesty there, no Terran carefulness. Braen simply, without any question, took – and did – what he wanted.
He wanted her with all the passion he possessed, but not only that. He also ached to give Naima pleasure and she didn't have a single problem with that. That was what she wanted to give him as well. In her mind, it was a fair trade.
Fair.
The word he’d used earlier about the bonding still rung pleasantly in her mind. That was all she’d ever wanted, really. Something fair. To everyone.
Giving in to Braen had become so natural to her Naima no longer bothered to question it.
The general knelt down before her, pushing her thighs apart and pressing his hot mouth against her sex. Naima gasped for air, tugging at the wet strands of his hair, pulling him closer while rubbing her pussy down on Braen's tongue.
The general wrapped his hands around her hips, keeping her firmly in place as he pleasured her, darting his tongue into her wetness, every lick sending flashes of pleasure through Naima's body.
She threw back her head so suddenly that she hit it on the wall, but even that didn't drag her out of the waves of desire crashing over her. It was an odd experience, shivering from head to toe, for the first time in weeks not because of being cold. Braen's approving grunts were music to her ears, only urging her lust on.
The general pushed two fingers into her, fucking her with them as she moaned and pulled at his wet hair. It was nothing
short of divine, but she needed to give back as good as she got.
As firmly as she could, she pushed him away, panting for breath. Braen looked up at her, his eyebrow raised in question.
"It's amazing," Naima said, feeling her legs shake, "but I want to try something else. Get up."
Wordlessly, the general did, kissing her full on the mouth when he stood. Naima whimpered, loving the sensation of his firm body trapping hers against the wall. She loved his power, his passion, his drive to give her everything and take whatever she gave.
Then she slipped out of his arms and turned them around. The light shining in Braen's blue eyes was blazing, hungry when he realized what she had in mind. He growled, deep and sexy in his need for her.
Naima grinned, sinking to her knees before him, running her hands over his powerful legs appreciatively. The general leaned back, giving her leave to do what she wanted.
Naima had way too many ideas to do all of them. She had neither the time, nor the patience, nor at least eight hands to touch every inch of the general's flawless body at the same time, like she wanted to.
Braen let out a deep groan when she took him in her mouth. She closed her eyes, feeling the muscles of the general's wide thighs play under her fingers. His skin was wet and hot and smooth. All she wanted was to make the general lose control the way she did – and make it look easy just like Braen always had.
Up so close, Braen's cock felt even bigger. It was thick and hard, throbbing between her lips as she licked all over the sensitive head. Naima felt the general's hands in her hair, pulling her along into a hard rhythm as she opened her mouth for him.
She moaned around his thick shaft, trying to fit as much as she could in her mouth and throat. She had never had to blow a cock that huge, but she loved every second of it.
Braen growled when she pulled back to lick a long trail from the base of the cock to the top, looking up at him all the while she did so. The valor squares on the general's neck were pulsing a light show just in her honor, painting the washroom red in passion.
