He snarled, his pride pricked because he could not truthfully deny her accusations. “You are an undisciplined child to spout such ancient nonsense. The Chyya should have ordered you whipped. I would have seen to it, gladly.”
“The Chyya is not the man for my sister if he could order such a thing.” Dohsan suddenly sounded worried, and chewed at her generous bottom lip. “Nnora’s self-esteem is very fragile. He was very angry… Do you think he will hit Nnora?”
GanR’dari gaped at the young fem, stunned at this insight to her true nature. All his snarls and threats had not fazed her, yet the faint—totally unrealistic—possibility of her sister being mistreated had her anxious and worried. “Our Chyya would never hurt his cherzda’va, and you know this. You only seek to malign my ruler.”
“I do not. I supported his claim to both Nnora and our father. I would hate to be found wrong in my assessment of him.”
“Any fool can see he is stars over comets in love with the Chyya’va. The prince will do nothing to harm her.”
“I hope so.” She worried her lip again. “I will not allow him to harm my sister and live.”
His eyes drawn to the fem’s swollen, abused flesh, he felt his cock swelling under his tunic. He swallowed a sick lump of dread. ‘Dari cringed at the thought of what his mother and sisters would say should he bring this uncouth fem home as his cherzda’va. Not even her status as royal princess could redeem her behavior.
By Deth and His minions, do not let me be attracted to this one, he pleaded to the gods of old. As usual, they proved unresponsive to his cries.
“There speaks your ignorance and your disrespect. You are a disgrace to the royal family. You would have to flower with the scent of a hundred pavas, and we would have to be much longer deprived than we are now, before a traq or qarm chose you!” He tossed her arm away and let her flounce along in front of him.
She skipped backwards to confront him.
“Is that your warrior’s resolve talking?” she mocked, snapping her fingers. “That’s for your resolve, GanR’dari. One day, I’ll make you eat those words.”
“I’d rather eat them than you,” he returned crudely, allowing his eyes to rove over the scanty cloth covering her young cunt. “You’d probably give me indigestion.”
“One day you’ll beg me to do both,” Dohsan whispered, a chilling smile curving her generous lips. “And I plan on giving you a lot more than indigestion, soldier. I plan on rocking your world.”
* * * * *
“GanR’dari will be here shortly.” Dev’s voice hardened. “Along with Dohsan. We’re not that far from her new quarters.” He reluctantly released Nnora to search for a pen.
“You’d better learn how to get along with my sister.” She came up behind him and slipped her arms about his waist, snuggling against his back, tucking her hands around his balls. Her confident trust in the unconditional love Dev held for her made her bold.
“I couldn’t stand it if you two didn’t get along.” The happy sparkle within her dimmed at the thought of her family members being divided.
“Anything for you,” Dev promised, catching her hands and crossing them over his terat, pulling her forward so her breasts flattened against his back and her belly nestled against the rounded curve of his muscular buttocks.
“At the moment, I would be satisfied with just…this!” She sent her hands groping down his front, smiling when she found what she was looking for. She sighed, stroking his long staff through his hastily-donned uniform, grinning at the instant results her touch netted. She rubbed her still aching mound against the back of his hard thigh, trying to assuage her growing need.
Dev flexed his hips, thrusting his cock into her cupped hands. “A flight suit is not very concealing. I don’t think it would be wise for Dohsan to see me in this condition.”
She had only to think about what her uninhibited sister might say, before she grimaced and reluctantly applied the brakes. “I see your point.” With a last lingering squeeze, she released Dev’s thickening cock. Giggling, she added, “I felt your point as well as saw it.”
“And so will Dohsan, if you do not stop tempting me!” Dev turned her in his arms and crashed his mouth into hers for a brief, passionate kiss. His lips were moist from the silky nectar of her mouth when he lifted his head to examine her swollen and bee-stung flesh. Intrigued, he ran his thumbs back and forth over her bottom lip.
“Once we get all the official proceedings finished, I’ll let you lock everything and everybody out. You can have free rein of my body.”
“As for me,” he continued, “I’m going to take a very long time exploring and learning every inch of your delectable body before I push you beyond every limit you think you have. I plan to claim every inch of that delectable body and make it mine.” He catalogued her charms with callused palms.
Unable to resist the temptation to taste her unique flavor yet again, he nibbled the curve of her full bottom lip before delving once more into the lush sweetness of her mouth.
“Well, Princey! I see reason didn’t work, so you decided to resort to seduction.” Dohsan’s sarcasm disrupted the intimate heated silence.
Dev’s kiss having transported her to another world, Nnora jerked in startled surprise, turning in the circle of his arms. She had trouble focusing on her sister’s angry face. “Dohsan, it is not what you think! Dev is—”
“A damn smooth operator!” the lanky teen snarled, starting towards the embracing duo with eyes blazing, only to find herself jerked back by GanR’dari’s steely grip. Her tugs proved ineffectual against his implacable hold, so she haughtily chose to ignore him in favor of hurling insults at Dev, who remained uncharacteristically stoic in the face of her spitting rage. “Tell me, Your Highness! What did you do to make her forget your lies and schemes against our father?”
“I simply told her the truth, little one.” Though he knew it was wrong, he could not resist taunting his future Bond-sister, and looped his arms about Nnora’s middle, letting his hands brush the underside of her lush breasts.
Nnora pinched him, and then rested her cheek against one muscular forearm and swayed lazily, rubbing her body against the rigid bulge straining his body-hugging outfit.
Her actions made him dizzy with lust.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Dohsan’s eyes are glowing iridescent with ire.” He chuckled. “She’ll go all the way ballistic if she learns her sister is using my log-sized hard-on as a prop to lean against.”
Another, harder pinch to his waist reminded him of his earlier promise to attempt to get along with his new sister.
He sighed. Giving Nnora a quick squeeze, he acknowledged receipt of her message.
“Dohsan, regardless of what you might think, I planned no treachery against your father. In fact, you and GanR’dari are here to witness your sister’s signature to seal the ratification of our marriage agreements and treaties.”
His heart lurched and his breath caught as he announced, “Crown Princess Glennora Brewster ‘abret Glenbrevchanka has, of her own will, decided to sign our marriage contracts, at once becoming my bride, the Queen of Rb’qarm, the Queen of Rb’nTraq and…queen of my heart.”
Dohsan’s jaw dropped. Her brows drew together in a suspicious frown. “Wha—? How?”
GanR’dari dropped Dohsan’s wrist and shouldered her out of his way. He grasped his leader by the hand. The two friends exchanged a warrior’s handclasp while they laughed and pounded each other on the back.
“Congratulations, Chyya! This is a cause for great celebration!”
Dev saw the brief flash of jealousy ‘Dari had not quite managed to suppress in his sincere wish for his prince’s happiness. “‘Dari, my heart aches for your loneliness, but rejoice with me, for I have won my heart’s desire,” Dev admitted freely, unashamed to show his love and respect for the fem at his side. “Have patience, my friend. Have faith that a fem awaits your finding. Your turn is soon to come.”
“Now, both of you
please witness Nnora’s signature so I can relax. Until they are sealed, she can change her mind!”
Dohsan sidled over to Nnora while the Dev and ‘Dari talked. She frowned now, speaking under her breath, “I have to admit I am stunned and still not ready to believe your quick turn about. Nnora, are you the same uncertain sister who questioned me so earnestly just an hour ago? What has the Prince done to you to bring about this change? Has he forced you in any way?”
Nnora almost choked with laughter at the thought of the orgasms Dev had “forced” upon her. No way would she share that with her suddenly prune-faced sister. “You were the one trying to convince me Devtorvas was right for me. Now you seem to have changed your tune.”
“Well, yes, because I left you spouting vengeance and find you cooing and billing like love birds.”
“He has simply managed to convince me that he loves me, Dohsan. Dev has given me what I lacked all these lonely years. Please be glad for me. Please, Dohsan,” Nnora murmured, pleading for peace. She so wanted her sister and her new husband—both of whom she loved dearly—to coexist in peace. “Do not spoil this special day for me!”
“All right, I won’t,” Dohsan relented. “But you better be happy.” She turned to the Prince. “You better not hurt her.”
“My word to you, youngling.” He gave Dohsan a deep, respectful bow. Then he took Nnora in his arms, and gave her a deep, tongue-tangling kiss, embarrassing his aroused deputy commander, and further disconcerting the adolescent princess.
He dragged his mouth away and handed Nnora a writing utensil vaguely resembling a pen. “Your signature goes here, here…and here. Now, sign!”
Nnora glanced over the contracts, noting the concessions her bridegroom had made in exchange for her hand in marriage. She also noted, with raised eyebrows, her privileges and rights within the union. She met Dev’s loving gaze, then bent to add her signatures beside his slashing marks. The pressure-sensitive point touched the surface of the paper, burning the line of fluid script into the specially prepared medium.
“TA-DA!” With a flourish, Nnora finished signing and slapped the contracts and writing tool onto her mate’s outstretched palm, smiling when he captured her hand and held it against his chest.
“At last, you are my own, Nippa!”
His risqué play on words to his unsuspecting princess did not get past GanR’dari, who hastily covered his shocked laugh with a poorly executed cough.
Dohsan blushed scarlet.
* * * * *
Dev sighed as Nnora lightly rubbed her hands all over his cock, touched her tongue to the tip, tasting the slippery fluid seeping from the small aperture in the head. Tilting her head, she licked along the underside of his stiff rod, her darting tongue growing bolder as he responded to her touch with a helpless spurt of growth.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” she said before nibbling her way back to the top of the jutting organ.
Was she joking?
A harsh cry of need rose in his throat as she engulfed the bulbous head of his cock in her mouth. He was so hard, he ached with it. So full and swollen that just the broad head of his cherzda filled the cavern of her mouth, stretching the edges of her lips.
“Mhm—mmh…uhmm…mh—hmm…” she mumbled, her words distorted by a mouth full of throbbing male sex.
“What—what…did you say?” He had a difficult time getting the words out, his whole attention directed to the erotic display Nnora put on for him. There was something profoundly star-shaking about seeing his erection half-buried in his woman’s mouth, her lips pouty around his swollen thickness.
She released his member, and it exited her mouth with a slurrupy plop. She fondled the saliva-slick tip. “I said you taste like summer rain and autumn winds…with a touch of licorice.”
“My stars and comets!” Dev groaned, hips bucking. He fought a feeling of vertigo as she reinserted his straining length, sucking up as much as she could, her cheeks bulging, lips clinging around his cock. She squeezed him firmly, milking him in the dark, tight cavern of her mouth. As she drew strongly on him, his legs trembled with approaching orgasm and he grasped the sides of her head as he tried to orchestrate their lusty dance, not wanting to feed her greedy, loving mouth more than she could take of his stiff erection.
Nnora resisted his takeover bid. She drew on his organ, sucking the tip like it was a huge sweetmeat, the loud, wet, sloppy, carnal sounds mysteriously, erotically exciting to him. Her lips curving in a smile, she used her teeth inventively, lightly scoring his tight flesh as she worked her way along his rod.
“I need your nipples. Right now!”
He growled, anxious to get to her pert, jutting tips. Impatient with her slow movements, he began ripping her flimsy clothes off.
“Let me help you.” She shrugged her slim shoulders, letting the flimsy remains of her dress slip down her arms. Cupping her breasts, one in each hand, she offered them up to him, the high-standing, berry-hued crests already stiff with desire.
“Such long, hungry nipples…” He fondled her tightening buds, stroking and pinching them into greater prominence.
“Such lush, plump, tasty nipples!” He thrilled as he ran his flattened tongue around the pebbled aureoles and across the beaded peaks, preparing her for his terat. “You like being seated…don’t you, my love?”
“I—I…ooh! Yes! Yes, I love it!” Desire stole her breath.
“I’m going to milk them dry and drain all your lovely cum right out of these full, aching nipples.”
Nnora moaned at his dark promises. She pressed her legs together to stem the flood from her pussy.
“Clenching your thighs will not assuage the pounding ache welling in your juicing pussy,” Dev taunted sexily.
“This time, it won’t be just my tongue and fingers filling that hungry little mouth.” He brushed his fingers through her oozing juices to play her clitoris. “This time we meld mouth-to-mouth, terat-to-nipple, cherzda-to-cunt.”
She shuddered, her passion bathing his fingers.
“You know what your sexy words do to me…?”
“Tell me…” He ran a possessive hand down her flank.
“They excite me…make me hot. Make me shiver…”
“You make me shiver, too, Nippa.” Dev’s eyes glowed with impatient lust. “I want you in me.”
She pursed her lips. “Funny, that’s what I want, too…you in me!”
His body mantled hers, and she lifted her torso, brushing her breasts against his chest.
Slowly, eyes locked with hers, he inserted her nipples into his terat.
The powerful genital muscles clamped down on her captured flesh and immediately began to pull on her engorged tips. As his chest rose and fell over her, his cherzda and balls thudded against the sensitized outer lips of her pussy and Nnora groaned, arching. Her muscles locked up as she tumbled into the first orgasm. She came with racking convulsions, her seated nipples spilling her liquid, her ‘gift’ into the greedy mouths of Dev’s suctioning terat.
Chapter Seventeen
“You know…I would have sworn Dohsan had lost the ability to blush! Dev?”
Splayed across Dev’s—now hers—double bunk, her long black hair her only covering, Nnora lifted her head, searching for her husband.
“Dev…?”
“I’m here, Nippa.” He strode around the corner from the direction of the cleansing room, draped in a towel and nothing else. Tossing aside his towel, he came over to her, settling his big body between her widespread legs.
She loved looking at his beautiful body. He was all hers; miles and miles of sexy man to drape over her, dwarfing her. Her magnificent mate’s height and bulk made her feel petite…wanted…needed…cherished—all the things she had thought never to experience. His naked body was a delight and a wonder to her. She no longer had to constantly fight the urge to run her fingertips over his tightly stretched flesh, probing the ropy muscles that flexed and shifted smoothly below the surface of his teak-brown skin.
His large hands brushed her from ankle to thigh in caressing sweeps. Every now and then, he dropped open-mouthed kisses into the arch of her feet or behind her bent knees.
She squirmed beneath him, wordlessly asking for more, and growled when he shook his head, a pirate’s grin curving his brazen lips.
“I’m going to take a long time with you,” he promised, stringing a line of kisses across her breasts and down to her quivering navel.
“Mmmmhhhhh! Long is good.” She propped herself on her elbows, watching him duck between her thighs, his broad shoulders holding her legs open. For her, the visual stimulus added to the arousal factor.
“You didn’t answer my question about Dohsan.”
“How can you think about your sister at a time like this?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Because something is going on and I will not be distracted seeking the answers I feel you have, Dev!”
“Good.” His fingers parted her weeping folds, opening and preparing her, his touch possessive and bold. “I want you to pay close attention to this…” He drew his rasping tongue along the quivering length of her petals, dipping his tongue into her. When she quaked beneath his bold ministrations, laughter rumbled in his chest, echoed in her body.
Her neck felt boneless. Her head fell back and her spine tightened, lifting her pelvis up to her husband’s creative mouth. In answer, he delved deeper, plunging his facile tongue in and out with a provocative rhythm that had her hips writhing to his soundless music. In desperation, she grasped his hair, mashing his face against her mound and moaned, “More…Harder…Please!”
He looked up at her. “Are you distracted yet?” he teased, eyes dancing.
“Hell, yeah! Left distracted behind at the last bus stop. I’m…getting there.” When his mouth resumed eating at the tender petals of her pussy, she let out a gasp. “For God’s sake, when are you going to take me, Dev? I swear I can’t stand much more.”
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