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Britta gasped and sat up when she felt the touch of his tongue on her. Quickly she realized it was Tork, and not some unknown male. Unable to form a thought while he tongue lapped at cunt, she looked down at him between her thighs and clasped his head pulling him closer to her core. Their eyes met and locked, it was in that moment Britta knew there would be no escape from Tork. All he had to do was touch her and she was unable to do anything other than moan, begging him for more of the sweet ecstasy only he could give to her.
He sipped from her body until she threw back her head and screamed. Just as her first orgasm was ending he sat up and bared her breasts to his gaze. Lowering his head he grazed her nipples with his teeth intensifying her orgasm. He went from one breast to the other until they both ached for his undivided attention. She bowed underneath him, straining for more of what he offered to her. Tork's only response was to chuckle.
The low rumbling sound made her nipples harden even more. Britta groaned louder thrashing harder beneath him, wanting him to complete his invasion of her senses by thrusting his thick rod into her aching cunt.
"Patience, sweetness” he said.
Tork's hands started to drift lower on her body. Caressing each part of her as if it was the first time he had ever touched her. Then one of his hands came to the wet hot core of her and slipped inside.
Two fingers pushed deep inside and upwards, finding the spot only he had touched and sending her once again into a orgasm more intense than she had experienced before. Her hot core tightened around his fingers as she thrust her pulsing pussy against his hand.
He started moving his fingers, slowly fucking her with his hand, as her fluid flowed over him. His mouth on her nipple mimicked the action of his fingers and brought her to the edge once more. Britta gasped for air and he could feel her reaching the peak again. It was too much for her. The grip and flow of her channel around his fingers was becoming stronger, her moaning louder.
"Come inside me.” She urged.
"Not yet.” He replied. “Not until you acknowledge me as your mate."
As soon as he said the words he stopped moving. His fingers froze deep inside her. His weight kept her pinned down so she could not even move to help herself. Britta screamed in irritation.
"What do you want?” She yelled, sexual frustration driving her wild.
"Tell me you belong to me and no other. Then I will let you cum."
"Fine. I'm yours. Just start moving!"
"Give me your word you will not run from me again."
He watched her swallow as she thought that one over. After a tense moment she swallowed and nodded her head at him. He had triumphed! She would be his now, forever.
With the thrill of victory seeping into his every pore, Tork lowered his head to a neglected nipple sucking hard from her body. With two hard thrusts of his fingers, she came apart in his arms. Her scream echoed through the still night, making him smile against her breast.
Limp beneath him, he gave her no time to wonder at the words she had given him, committing herself to him with not only her words, but with her passion as well. Within seconds he was between her legs thrusting deep into her. Convulsions started within her all over again. Her channel gripping him so tightly, every movement of her willing body, every ripple, sent his already sensitized nerves screaming.
Within moments she came again, clawing at his back with her legs wrapped around his hard torso. But when she sank her teeth in to his shoulder to muffle her scream of pleasure, Tork threw back his head and shouted, losing all control as he claimed her hard and fast as his mate. Two powerful thrusts planted him deep inside. Cum pouring from his body into hers triggered another round of spasms deep within her, finally driving all consciousness from both of them.
* * * *
When Tork could finally breathe he looked down at Britta and laughed. She was out cold again. Never in his life had he felt so good. Every nerve in his body hummed with satisfaction. He had also never fucked a female until they both collapsed. His mate was perfect. Even though she had fought him and would more than likely fight him again, he knew every moment of agony was worth these moments of pleasure.
He rolled onto his back, the warm night soothing him. It seemed as if this had been the first time he had been able relaxed since being sent to Tul. Between the fanatics threatening to destroy his family's holdings there, and the discovery of his mate, he had been under constant stress. Finally, everything was coming together.
This little diversion from home might just be the thing she needed to see him as her mate instead of her captor. Little did Britta know, but he had a small cabin not too far from here. It was a simple cabin with nothing in it to distract them. Maybe he would take her there in the morning. A small vacation was just what he needed anyway.
He would send a message to Karn in the morning, and then he and Britta could leave for the cabin. There he could get to know her better. It would be a good way for them to start out their life together. His mind made up, Tork wrapped his arms around Britta and went to sleep.
Chapter 6
Britta woke up when the bright light of the rising sun began hitting her face. She awoke rested after a night of thorough loving from Tork. She could feel every inch of him pressed against the length of her body and it felt good. Stretching, she also felt every single sore muscle from the night before as well, and they weren't all on the outside. Turning around to look at him she saw he was already awake.
"Good morning.” Tork whispered
"Good morning” She replied. Tork didn't say anything else, but continued to look at her. Britta, always groggy early in the morning, just stared back. As her memories of the night before began to filter through, she remembered her promise not to run from him again. That was going to be trouble. She had never gone back on her word before, and would hate to start doing it now. But as she looked at him, she started to realize she might want to stay and see how this panned out. Soon though, she became distracted by the feel of his cock pressing against her, hardening as he watched her.
"Where do we go from here?” she asked him, finally breaking the silence.
"I have a place here on this moon, a small cabin that belongs to my family. Stay with me for a couple of days and let us get to know one another. I am not quite the barbarian you seem to think I am."
Britta's face turned red at that statement, knowing he had read her assessment of him correctly.
"I never called you a barbarian.” She said.
"True, but you thought it, did you not?” He sat up and Britta noticed he had put his pants on at some point during the night.
"I have been away from Rara enough to know how we are perceived. Most people from inner rim planets, like Malach, think we barely know how to eat with utensils. The only difference between the two planets is that while yours has embraced all the aspects of technology, we have only taken those which do not conflict with our traditions."
Britta sat up and reached for the discarded shirt from last night. She was intrigued by his statement.
"But how is that possible?” she asked.
"Every technological advancement has some sort of ripple effect, and over time there is a cumulative change in every society."
"I'll admit there are always problems, and some groups are more conservative while others want more technology, but we have managed to sustain a balance. It is not easy and causes the ruling family much grief since they are the ones who have the final say in the importation of new technologies to our world.” He explained.
"But."
"Britta I will answer all the questions you have about Rara, but I would like to get you to my cabin first. This bed you found for us is not very comfortable."
"Some barbarian you are.” she joked “One night on the ground and you start complaining.” After that comment Britta jumped up and ran toward her runner, Tork not far behind her caught her at the runner and lifted her up in his arms.
"So you would run, huh?” he
asked playfully, his hands running down her body and up the shirt she had covering her.
"What are you going to do about it?” She gasped. Tork's fingers had reached her clit and began to play with her. Her ability to think was slowly eroding. His lips were on her neck, the small nips he was taking were driving her wild, sending thrills down her spine.
"I think you should be punished.” with that Britta was turned around and pressed up against the side of the Runner. He raised the shirt she was wearing until her ass was bared to him. He could see she was breathing faster now, excited by what was happening. He palmed her ass, rubbing and caressing the smooth cheeks. Turning her around, he pressed her back against the Runner again. Spreading her legs he sank down between them.
Tork latched onto her clit like a man dying of thirst. Juices that had begun to pour down her legs when he was fondling her now gushed into his mouth. He suckled on her until her legs gave way. Holding her up by her hips, he pressed her hard into the runner, tonguing her until she grabbed his head, screaming out her orgasm. As her body went limp under his hands, he picked her up and carried her inside the Runner. Collapsed in the co-pilot's seat, she grinned at him and watched as he took off heading for the cabin he had mentioned earlier.
After their active morning, the trip to the cabin took no time at all. She followed Tork's runner and landed hers next to his. When she stepped out, she was amazed by the beauty of the area and the size of the “cabin". She had taken his description of the dwelling to mean a small humble little structure, but the cabin before her was a large one story house that had to have several large rooms within it, if the size from outside was any indication. The house was near a small river and a forest began on the other side of it.
For the first time she began to wonder about the man she had been spending so much time in bed with. This was not the home of a poor barbarian. This was the home of a man who had some money. She was intrigued, nothing about Tork made sense. He had no outward signs of wealth besides the one gold armband he wore.
The runners were very expensive, but they belonged to whoever owned the cruiser. Before they left this cabin she needed to get answers. She needed to know more about him if she was going to stay with him. That thought stopped her dead in her tracks as she followed Tork to the front door. She was actually thinking of a future with him.
"Oh my, the sex must have gone to my head.” She muttered to herself. Looking up, she saw Tork was waiting for her at the open door.
"Come, let me show you around.” With that he took her hand and walked her through the cabin. It seemed her guess at the number of rooms was wrong. The Rarans tended to build things on a rather massive scale.
"Why are the rooms so large?” She asked him as he showed her around.
"You are just used to living on overpopulated planets. Large men need large spaces. We build our houses relative to our needs."
She wanted to tell him the truth, she wanted to tell him she lived on a large estate on Malach with trees and farmland for miles around. The temptation to tell him more about herself was great, but if she told him about her home there would be many more questions to answer.
They finished the tour of the cabin in the kitchen. Looking around she didn't see any of the appliances she was used to.
"Where's your replicator?” She asked.
"There isn't one. We do not use such things on Rara. Our men still hunt for whatever meat we need."
"What about fruit and vegetables?"
"There are farmers who supply the towns with vegetables and fruits."
Britta looked at the kitchen again.
"I suppose the women do all of the cooking too eh?"
Tork grinned at her tone.
"Well I have no idea how to make hot water without a replicator. I hope you don't expect me to make a meal without one."
Tork pulled her into his arms and smiled down at her.
"No worries. I do know something about preparing food and shall see to our meals while we are here. I can show you how to cook in the kitchen."
"My, how domestic you are.” Britta laughed at him and was amazed at how relaxed she felt around him. It was nothing like being at home. There she always felt smothered by her father and brothers. Their protective attitude drove her nuts. Tork was different. She wasn't quite sure what the difference was between the two cultures, but she was enjoying it so far. At that moment her stomach began rumble.
Tork laughed loudly,
"I guess I will have to do some hunting sooner than I thought. I'll be back in a while.” And with a quick hug and a kiss he was gone.
Britta went and grabbed a quick snack out of the emergency rations she had found on the runner. She didn't want to eat too much. He was going through all of the trouble to hunt up dinner and she wasn't going to spoil it by eating too much before he returned. After another look around the cabin she sank down on one of the overly large beds and waited for him to come back. After all of the exertion of the morning though, she fell asleep after only a few minutes.
A wondrous smell woke up Britta. It had been so long she had almost forgotten what a home cooked meal was like. Realizing Tork had returned with dinner, she jumped up and followed her nose to the kitchen. Tork must have heard her approaching, because he paused right as he was taking some meat off of a grill and turned around. He smiled at her then and her heart skipped a beat. His face, usually so grim, unless they were in bed together, completely transformed. The smile he gave her made her melt. Smiling back at him she walked over to him to see about the food.
Tork leaned down as she approached and kissed her thoroughly.
"Mmmm, I see you are handy in the kitchen.” She said
Tork set the food down on the table and guided her to a chair.
"Eat woman, before you distract me. We will talk later."
"But...” She began
"No. We have much to discuss, and I want to wait until after the meal.” Tork's firm tone brooked no argument. Britta picked up her fork and began to eat. All thoughts of their talk set aside as she tasted the first bite. Amazingly the food was so good, apparently her barbarian was not only an expert lover, but he was also an expert in the kitchen.
After they finished eating, he pulled her up from her chair and led her to the living room. Tork sat down in one of the large oversized chairs and pulled her onto his lap. Britta couldn't wait any longer and decided to talk first.
"Why did you come after me?"
"You are my mate. The one person destined to be joined with me. Once I saw you I knew I had to have you."
"So it's all just physical attraction then?” Britta winced as she heard the petulance in her voice. She sounded like a child wanting affection. She knew he had heard it too when his arms tightened around her in a hug.
"Not at all. Of course you looking the way you do is a definite bonus, but there is more to it. You are a strong beautiful woman with whom I will spend the rest of my life. You are obviously smart and capable since you have lasted out in space with no protector. No female has ever fought me or run from me before either. I admire all of these things in you."
"But..."
"I have told you before. When we mated we were joined for life. I cannot ever have another mate and I will not. Nor will I ever let you go anywhere without me there to protect you.” His voice was firm. There would be no arguing with him.
Britta leaned back in shock as his words sank in. She was married. To a half civilized barbarian out on the fringes of the universe. Just at that moment, everything that had happened to her in the last three days sank in and tears began to form in her eyes. Silently they began to slide down her face, until she could not keep the sobbing quiet and began crying in earnest.
Shocked, Tork gathered her into his arms. He had not expected this kind of emotion from Britta. She was a strong woman, not the kind to cry. Her reaction to his declaration of affection made him think it was the thought of being joined to him that made her cry.
"I am sorry you l
ook to our future together with sadness, but I will make sure you are happy.” As he said this he began to rock her in his arms. Gently he stroked her back trying to sooth her. She would have to learn to deal with the situation, because he would never let her go.
"You don't understand. Two days ago I was leading my own life. You took all my choices away without even asking me. How can you say I'll be happy? You have no idea what would make me happy—what I want in life, what I want for my life. I can't live with a man who would take away all I have and then tell me it will be alright.” With that said, she turned away from him for there was no escaping his arms encircling her. Britta closed her eyes as the tears continued rolling.
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Tork held her clutched to him for what seemed like hours as her body shook uncontrollably with her sobs. After awhile her sobbing quieted and her breathing became even and controlled. When Tork looked down, she was asleep. Gently, Tork laid her back onto the blankets of the bed and let her sleep. He needed time to think. When he had seen her, the urge to take her and make her his was all consuming. He realized now he had taken advantage of the situation as if he were at home, and as if she had been born a Raran. At home a woman would welcome his love and protection.
She made him realize he had done nothing but take things from her, and for that he needed to make amends. He groaned and ran a hand over his weary face. They needed to start over. There would be no way for them to have a happy lifetime together if she resented them. With that in mind he got up and decided to get to work.
Britta woke up with a headache. Crying always did that to her. She sat up as soon as she realized Tork was not next to her. The sun was setting and a soft cool breeze was blowing through the trees. She looked around and then got up to search for him. She did not have to go far. When she came upon the Runner she stopped and gasped. A bed had been made up on the ground and surrounding it were a dozen burning torches. Tork was just finishing putting the last one in the ground when he heard her approach.
"What are you doing?” she asked him.
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