Tork had never woken a female like this, definitely not one he knew to be his mate, and it was most pleasurable. Watching Britta orgasm, he was glad he kept his tight pants on or nothing would have stopped him from plunging into her wet core. He gently slid a finger into her as she started to come down from her peak, hoping to extend her pleasure. It worked and she groaned shuddering as her muscles clenched around him. He tried to slide another finger into her and found her tight. He took a deep breath and tried not to think of how she would feel clinching down on him. He pressed, and they both groaned when her body accepted him. He wanted her to come until she could not think, could not resist, then he would make her beg.
She tried to fight the sensations assailing her body when she realized it was Tork, her kidnapper, who was pleasuring her, but gave up when her second orgasm crashed over her. Still, he did not stop, and she knew she would beg him to take her, however and wherever, he wanted.
"Please,” Britta groaned. “I can't take any more.” She kept thrashing on the bed thrusting against his hand trying to gain more friction against his fingers when he withdrew them from her wet body. She watched him as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them. His rugged face showing his delight in her taste.
The image was so intense, she wanted to cum again. He stood up and quickly got rid of his pants. Her eyes widened in shock when she got her first good look at him and for a second, she seriously thought about trying to leave the bed. He was huge. At almost seven feet tall, he was huge all over, but his cock was easily nine inches long and so thick it looked to be bigger than her wrist. There was no way this was going to be an easy fit.
Tork saw her eyes widen and quickly came down on top of her and started to fit himself to her. He covered her mouth with his own and heard her groan as he began sliding into her. Trying to hold onto his control was the hardest part. Britta's sweet channel clenched at him like nothing he had ever experienced, and after a few shallow thrusts he pushed all the way inside her.
It only took him a second to realize she was unusually tight.
"You are my mate, made by the Goddess for me. Have no fear, all will be well.” He sought to reassure her as he moved forward. With a grunt, he thrust into her channel. The intense pleasure of her small muscles gripping at him was overwhelming. He stopped moving and looked down at Britta. He saw the sheen of tears and bent down to kiss them away.
"Are you all right?” he asked. His chest heaved with the effort it took him to hold himself back. Her muscles were squeezing him to the point where he was quickly approaching oblivion. He wanted her to find as much pleasure in their joining as he was feeling at this moment.
Britta looked up at him, slightly dazed, and smiled. Then she squirmed and moved her hips, just a fraction. The small movement made him grit his teeth. Determined not to shame himself, he reached between their joined bodies and played with her clit. He looked into her eyes as he did so to make sure she was not still hurting from their joining.
Britta's eyes had rolled into the back of her head. She was stuffed, full to the brim and the pleasure of it was washing over her in waves. The sensation of having him planted deep within her was acute sensory overload. She could felt his balls slapping against her as he began to move and opened her eyes to see him staring at her. The intensity of his eyes made her gasp.
"You're mine, say it!” Tork growled punctuating his demand with a fierce thrust. Britta had lost all control and was functioning in a primal state. Her scent filled his nostrils and he wanted to roar with pride. He alone had brought her to this. No male would ever see her like this. She would stay with him forever. All she needed to do was groan in answer. Then he stopped moving, and she opened up her eyes. His glowing eyes bored into hers and his face was showing the strain of not moving.
"I claim you Britta for mate now and always. Do you deny me?” How he got the words out he did not know. He thrust hard into her and then stopped, holding perfectly still. He would wait for her to acknowledge his claim if it killed him. He knew it would not take long.
"Do you deny me?” He roared, barely able to hang on himself.
"No! I'm yours, please!” she screamed at him. “Keep moving!!"
When Tork felt her nails tearing into the muscled flesh of his ass, he lost all control. Thrusting furiously, the force started to move them up the bed. Bracing a hand on the wall above her head, he kept on going. The feel of her channel was driving him crazy.
It gripped him like no other, and the sensation was unbelievable. Sweat poured off his body as he moved over her. Britta was lost in sensation. Her body stretched to the limit, when she felt herself cuming. Tork felt it too. Her slick channel began to spasm around him, making him want to spill himself deep inside her. Without thinking he quickened his thrusts.
"Cum with me, NOW” he grunted
Overwhelmed, all she could do was scream, as the most intense thing she had ever felt rolled over and through her. The spasms of her channel gripped him with a fierceness that stunned her, making him feel all the more massive. She heard his groan as he pushed even farther into her, doubling her pleasure, and she felt the spray of his seed inside her. Overwhelmed, she screamed his name as darkness overcame her.
Tork found his breath a few moments later and looked down to see that his mate had fainted. The thought made him grin. He had to stifle the urge to roar with pride. The little she-beast had worn him out and collapsed from the pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her swollen lips. He could see now what he had been told was true. The first mating between true mates was intense and overwhelming. He had never relinquished control like that. He was not sure if he liked the feeling.
Pulling out of her slowly, Tork resisted the urge to stroke back in just one more time. Her channel was still gripping him even in her sleep. As tired and spent as he was he was still hard, and would probably stay so until he could get his desire under control and his mate in his home where she belonged. He rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him. She grunted a little at being moved but then snuggled into his side. Life with Britta would be nice.
He paused for a second, thinking about his complete lack of control with her. She did not seem as if she was in pain after the breaching, but he could not be sure. He began to feel slightly guilty about his behavior. To have gone the night without claiming her sweet body would have been impossible for him. He had begun making love to her while she was still asleep, knowing it would be harder for her to resist him. Concerned over his actions and afraid he would have to have her again if he stayed in the room, he crept out of his own room to think about what had just happened.
Tork had escaped the room as soon as he was sure she had fallen asleep. He could not think with her luscious body so near to his. Never had he imagined he could find such joy in a female, and to be her first! It was something he could not have imagined much less hoped for. She was, after all, a female traveling alone in a space port. Not exactly a place where virgins tended to tread.
Chapter 4
Britta woke up to find Tork gone. She was relieved. She was not quite ready to face him. Hell, she was not yet ready to face what they had done together. She wanted to blame her response to him on being woken up from a dream in the middle of an orgasm, but she couldn't. There was more than that to it. She was attracted to him and she couldn't deny it. And was he ever so good in bed! Still that didn't mean she would go along with his plan to keep her as his mate, or love slave, or whatever. As soon as she could find a way out, she would be gone. With her mind made up, and with a grunt, Britta flipped over onto her stomach and went back to sleep.
By the time Britta woke again it was morning, and the great big barbarian was beside her in bed grinning.
"Hello” He said. Britta smiled before the memories came rushing back to her. She clutched at the blankets and sat up. Her breath caught at the sight of his body. Gone was the lover of the night before, this was a warrior. He was not wearing the same clothes he had yesterday, and now he lo
oked much fiercer, much like the warrior she had first thought him to be.
His chest was bare except for the short collar around his neck with a symbol on it. He had a matching armband on his large bicep with the same symbol. He was wearing tight black plants, which hugged his body and left nothing to the imagination. She was unsure how to deal with him. He had seduced her in her sleep, and left her no chance to say no to him. She could not afford for that to happen again.
Tork on the other hand was watching her withdraw from him and was not happy about it. It was obvious she still had some reservations about him. He was going to have to put an end to them.
"You cannot hide from me.” He said as he pulled her into his arms. She struggled a bit, but quickly gave in to his superior strength. He kissed her forehead and hugged her.
"It would be best if you began to acclimate yourself to your situation. I will never let you go. I will protect you and care for you. You will want for nothing."
Britta's urge to flee only grew. She knew the longer she was aboard the ship the harder it would be for him to let go of her. She also knew if he ever found out about her real life, who she really was, it would be impossible to get away. So she decided to play along.
"How many days until we reach your home?” she asked.
"Three stellar days travel left. You slept most of the first day away.” He moved off of the bed and stood up, still talking.
"Until then, I have business to attend to. There are clothes in the closet for you. They are the dress of the women of Rara. From now on you will not be allowed to wear your blasters; there will be no need for them. You are free to explore the ship. I will be back when my shift ends.” With a quick kiss to her lips, he turned and left the room.
Britta was full of feelings she wasn't quite sure she wanted to explore. It had been so long since anyone had cared about her that his protective attitude was warming. The feeling was quickly dashed though when she opened the closet to look for something to wear. Her clothes were missing from the bedroom floor and she was sure Tork was behind it. Opening the closet she found what Tork had been talking about.
"You have got to be kidding.” She muttered to herself. There was more material covering the pillow than in one of these outfits. Pinching the material between her thumb and forefinger she held it up to the artificial light. Trying it on, she realized she was going to miss her old clothes a lot.
The outfit was made of a shimmering green material that was almost transparent. It was a short tunic that hung barley to mid-thigh with a plunging neckline that came to her navel. Looking in the mirror, she could see the outline of her nipples. It felt like half of her ass was hanging out. There was no way she was going to go out dressed like this.
"It's going to be a long day.” She said to herself.
Grabbing a small satchel that was stored in a drawer, Britta found a couple of shirts, warrior sized, she could wear. A few minutes later she had found a belt and her shoes. With her little stash, she was set to try to get off of the ship. Dressed, and ready to face the day, she began to take stock of the room she was in. During her aborted escape she had only really been trying to find her blasters. She knew there would be little hope of them being put back in the room, so she began to rummage around for anything which might prove useful.
She left the room with the bag safely stashed. She needed to understand the layout of the ship first, and did not want to take the chance Tork would find her with the bag before she could leave. She retraced her steps from the day before and found they led to the control room. She heard three voices. One of them belonged to Tork. Turning around, she began to look for the crews quarters. She knew they should be in the hallway running parallel to the control room. At least that was how it was on most of the ships she had worked on. Looking down the hallway she saw the doors for the crew's quarters and nothing else.
The only thing left to find was the cargo bay. This ship was large enough to have one, and Britta desperately needed there to be some sort of small craft in it. Escape pods were not an option because as soon as she jettisoned one there would be no way for her to steer it to an optimal destination. She needed to be able to navigate where she would go. Besides, the emergency beacon on any escape pod would be a dead giveaway.
One floor down she found the cargo bay and knew luck was turning her way again. There were two sparkling new Runners sitting in the bays. She had flown Runners like this when she had been home and loved the way they could maneuver. Quietly she ran over to one of them and did the initial flight check.
Finding everything in order she looked around and saw it was fully stocked with emergency rations and supplies. Without waiting any longer Britta went over to the other runner and began to pull panels off. As she was pulling wires she felt a moment's grief. This was such a beautiful machine and she was wrecking it.
"I've got to think about me first.” She muttered as she put the last panel back on. Besides, any half decent mechanic would be able to undo the damage. She wasn't doing anything permanent.
As quietly as she walked into the bay she walked out and made her way back to Tork's cabin. Grabbing the bag it was all she could do not to sprint all the way to the runner waiting for her. Once inside, she fired up the engine and used the access codes in the Runners computer to open the bay doors. Less than ten seconds later she was back in the black void of space, and free. She grinned.
* * * *
In the control room Tork and Karn watched in shock as an alarm on the display panel lit up.
"Someone has opened the bay door!” Yelled Karn
"Who? Where is Jorn?” replied Tork “Send him down there"
Just then they both saw a streak of light flash by them in a large arc. It was enough for Tork to know Britta had just taken one of their Runners right out of the cargo bay. Tork let out a roar, turned and began to run to the cargo bay. He would take the second runner and track her down. This would be the last time she would think to escape from him.
His resolve was tested to the limit when he reached the second Runner. She hadn't just pulled any wires from the control panel. She has made a thorough mess of all the nav controls. He wouldn't be able to get anywhere until they'd all been spliced back together.
Grunting in frustration he hammered his fist against the Runner.
The disabled runner took him more than an hour to fix. When he finally got it out of the bay doors he had to get her trajectory from Karn. The hours it took to catch up to her did nothing to calm him down. He rage was increased by the fact he had so underestimated his mate. She was more trouble than he had thought she would be after their joining. Any Raran female would be sated by now; lying abed for the day and waiting for him with open arms come nightfall. It was time for him to reevaluate how he was dealing with Britta.
* * * *
Ahead of the ship following her, Britta had found a small moon to land on and rest a bit. It was a lush little paradise. Dark green plants and trees were everywhere. She could even see some animals in the open spaces she flew over. She didn't really believe Tork would bother to come after her, but she wasn't going to take any chances. The larger ship would easily be able to outrace the runner so landing on the planet and waiting for them to pass her was a good idea. After a day they would probably give up and she would take off to the nearest space port.
After finding some blasters on the runner she ventured out of the ship to see what the locals were like. After an hour of carefully looking around she saw nothing more than a couple of small cat like animals and what looked like fish swimming in a stream. After going back to the ship she grabbed a snack and lay out in the sun to dry. Sunshine had never felt so good. Soon she was dry enough to put some clothes on. She chose one of Tork's shirts she had taken. It still smelled of him and even though she was glad she had escaped, she was left with a strange wanting. Putting on the shirt, she yawned and soon afterwards was stretched out in the grass. She closed her eyes and decided to take a nap. She would be safe here for
a little while.
Chapter 5
Tork spotted the runner while doing a low pass over the small planet. He landed about half mile away so he could catch her by surprise. After landing he called Karn.
"I have found her. Go on to Rara. I will meet you there in a couple of days."
"Tork, are you sure this is a good idea?” replied Karn.
"You are still newly mated and the fever is not yet under control."
"I will not harm her. When I am done here there will be no more problems."
Karn heard the smugness in his friend's voice and just shook his head. There was no use talking to Tork now. Karn only hoped his friend would come to his senses before anything bad happened.
"What do you want me to tell your family when I arrive without you?” He asked
"Tell them the truth. I found my mate and need some time with her before returning home.” He replied.
"Alright then, good luck and I'll see you in a few days.” Karn and then signed off. Turning the ship around and heading back towards home.
Tork snuck up on her camp without making a sound. Not that he needed to since she was sound asleep and lightly snoring. He began to calm down once he realized she was safe. The anger leaving him was quickly being replaced by the mating lust. She was wearing his shirt and nothing else. It made him forget for a moment the terror that had raced through him when he realized she had left him. It also looked perfect on her. Her small frame was dwarfed by the shirt. The sight of her barely covered long legs enticed him as nothing else could have.
He sat down next to her and moved the shirt upward until he uncovered her mound. Sliding his hand up her leg, he rubbed it along her slit until it was weeping for him. Unable to resist her parted her thighs, he bent his head down for a taste. He knew in her sleep she would him no trouble, he also it was hard for her to deny him when she found so much pleasure in his arms.
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