Star Fire

by Buffi BeCraft

  His hand on her breast took her breath away and her attention from her tied wrists. “Do you remember me as Dirrel, making love to you? My mouth on your clit?”

  He slipped his fingers down her belly, past the erection she felt pressed between them. She wanted so badly to slide him against the wetness of her engorged pussy. Sasha whimpered and pulled on her wrists, a weak attempt at escape. She knew that if she put the effort into it, wanted him to stop, he would. And that would be it. Likely for good.

  But strangely, Sasha wanted to please him. Her, the ice-bitch who didn’t put up with whiny, demanding men. The revelation surprised her. Kiev, Dirrell, and all the men he’d been in between—both parts of her psyche wanted him. She accepted the man he was.

  He captured one nipple, rolling it between his lips as his fingers delved lower. She felt him slip two fingers inside her while pure sensation shot from her breast to her belly. She lifted her hips, wanting more. His fingers teased, sliding through the swollen lips of her pussy, almost putting pressure on her clitoris. Sasha rocked against him, driving him deeper.

  Maddeningly, he stopped, not quite withdrawing. She whimpered in protest. “Do you remember?” Kiev’s question was a demand. Sasha nodded, gasped as he finally pinched the little nub of flesh and rolled it under his fingers. Her pussy clenched, trying to entice him back inside.

  He pressed and teased, sliding two fingers into her channel, then a third. In and out, he worked her, pulling her thighs up when she gained leverage to try to take over the rhythm. She shifted off balance and he rammed his fingers deep while he pinned her. Sasha’s breath came out on a sob as he set his own rhythm and the pace of her desire.

  “Did you like it when Dirrel was underneath you, his cock deep inside, while you rode him?” Kiev’s voice was rough, his hand in her pussy fondling her depths. “Do you remember?”

  “Yesss…” She gasped. So close, so close. Oh, God, she wanted to come.

  Kiev stopped suddenly, his hands leaving her body so that she cried out, fighting against the bonds. She stared at him, wild-eyed, her chest rising and falling in frustration. She was desperate for more, she was so close…

  Kiev moved back on his heels and licked the juice from her cunt off his fingers. “I am not him any longer.” The heat in his dark eyes belied his calm words. He crouched above her like a great lion possessive of what was his, his cock poised and ready against the russet colour of her mound.

  She stared in fascination as he reached down again slowly, with a smirk as he watched her track his movements. Her body shuddered as he gave her an open palmed caress over her swollen, wet lips. Her eyes closed, rolling back as he touched her again, harder, pressing his rough palm against her aching body. Her breath shortened as her body wanted to go over the edge to bliss. He stopped again, cooling the moment. Sasha tensed, opening her eyes, grinding her teeth in frustration.

  Kiev raised that one infuriating eyebrow, then lifted his palm to show her own wetness. She watched, fascinated as he reached down, his eyes on her as he slowly wrapped his fingers around his erection. Shifting, he moved so that he was between her legs. He spread his own stance so that she was open, exposed. Sasha wanted to tug on the bonds, but the sight of him captured her attention. Still he held on to his erection. He slid his fist down, fondling his cock as she watched.

  Sasha glanced up at his face, so serious as he worked his own body. She rubbed her thigh against his, noticing that his hand tightened for a moment. “Do you remember Dirrel doing this, Star Fire? Did he look at your body, imagining how tight you are, while he hand-fucked himself?”

  She barely shook her head, watching the wet slide of his hand, wanting that thickness inside her. He stopped, waited for her to meet his stare, and smirked. Sasha licked her lips. She couldn’t speak past the need. “No. He…you didn’t. ”

  Kiev let go of himself to grasp her hips. His erection pressed against her opening as he lifted her. “It arouses me to see you beneath me of your own consent. In my keeping.” Kiev’s arms bulged as he thrust inside, ripping a groan of pleasure from her. “I am myself. I do this.” He thrust again, pressed deep inside, then pulled out to fill her again.

  “I know. I trust you, Kiev-Dirrel,” she whispered, holding tightly to the scarf that bound her wrists.

  Kiev searched her face. Satisfaction bloomed in his chest. Fire and brimstone, she was so beautiful. He leant forward, sliding his hands beneath her shoulders while he settled fully between her legs. Her tightness squeezed his cock while her legs gripped his hips. He thrust. He stopped as she gasped. He filled her completely. She was so hot, wet, firm. It was amazing.

  The tight grip on his body almost made him come, but he controlled himself, burying his face in her neck. Sasha held on, letting him do all the work. Later, another time, he wanted to give her full rein, but not now. The scent of woman and musk driving him wild, he pressed his lips against her neck, tasting the flavour of her body.

  Working himself in and out, he inhaled the scent of her neck, licked the sexy salt from her skin. He couldn’t resist the pristine pale skin and suckled hard, circling his tongue while she shivered beneath him. He couldn’t claim her with words, not yet… Deliberately, he sucked harder on the skin, marking what was his. Sasha’s intake of breath, her ragged moaning as she climaxed, pulled a growl from his chest.

  His woman. Kiev rose to his knees, jerking her hips snug against him. She climaxed again, clamping down as he fought for a pattern. The feeling built in his balls, drawing them up, shuddering out and up through his body in a feral yell as he pounded into her.

  Limp, out of breath, he hunched over her. Sasha’s breath rasped under him, her breasts rising and falling with exertion. Then he sat on his knees and touched the faint finger bruises on her hips. “These, I did not intend to make,” he said by way of apology.

  Gently, reverently, he unwrapped the scarf from her wrists, awed that she had allowed him to restrain her.

  Her satisfied, glazed expression focused on him. She shrugged, the hicky on her neck sending a thrill of possession through him. Her smirk lifted the corner of her lips as she trailed a finger down a matching mark on his chest. “Hmmm. What a shame, because I made that one on purpose.”

  * * * *

  A soft snore woke Kiev. They hadn’t napped long and the time difference transition from Aros to Atmos played havoc with his internal clock. He had to piss, but did not want to wake Sasha. Instead, he shifted so that he could watch her sleep. He shook his head in wonder. She was such a contradiction of things—alien and Arosan, fierce determination and sweet vulnerability. Though he imagined she’d threaten to gut him for thinking her weak. For a brief moment when he’d first brought out the scarf, he hadn’t known how she’d react.

  “Stalker,” Sasha murmured sleepily.

  Amusement bubbled in his chest. “As in a hunter stalking his prey?” He leant down and nibbled on a delicious breast. As perfect and pink as a blush-pear.

  She snorted and pushed away. “Tick-tock. Time to go.” Kiev fell back on the bunk, throwing an arm over his eyes as he tried to think of a plan of attack. When he’d scanned himself into the transmogrification system, he had been a wreck. His planet had been crumbling around him, and the woman he loved had dismissed him from her life and disappeared. Seeing her profile in the system, he had not thought beyond the moment. He’d imagined spending eternity with his love in some sort of digital fantasia.

  The reality was that the male and female essences were stored in two separate databases. For two thousand years he’d been waiting for Tasha. Perhaps even ‘stalking’ her. He did not like the imagery the word evoked.

  His thoughts halted as hot breath teased his cock.

  Meeting her eyes down the line of his body, his lover looked positively predatory. Apparently, he was not the only stalker in the shuttle. Kiev slid his fingers through the fiery halo of hair on her head as she settled between his legs. Slowly she lowered her mouth, open so that he watched the descent with tortured an
ticipation. His cock rose to meet her.

  Briefly he let go of her, fisting his hands beside him to gain a measure of control. Otherwise he’d flip her over like he’d suggested before and ram his cock deep into her pussy while he smoothed his hands over her ass. The fantasy had merit. A lot of merit. This time, though, he’d let her have her way.

  Sasha smiled devilishly. Oh, yes. She was going to enjoy this. Sasha slid both hands around his erection, enjoying the feeling of silk over steel and bent, tracing the blunt head with the tip of her tongue. Kiev grasped her hair, the raw feeling in his body sent a rush of goosebumps over her flesh. Closing her lips, she suckled, enjoying the taste and smell of man all over her senses. Tasha’s experience brought fresh awareness and a new pleasure to the act of sucking a man’s cock. She licked the underside of his shaft, marvelling at the rigid thickness throbbing in her hands, at the power she had. To make him come or make him wait?

  She shifted away when Kiev sneaked his hand across her leg, stealthily aiming it for her crotch. No. she wanted him to concentrate on this, to feel her mouth on his body without distraction.

  Sasha danced her fingers over his scrotum, delighting in the tight draw of his sac. His muscles tensed, energy stored as he obviously fought the urge to finish things his way. The idea made her hum against his skin. A primitive sound rumbled in his chest, and he fisted both hands in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. She tasted salty pre-cum and slowed down, sliding her hands to grip his perfect tight ass. Sasha appreciated a good ass on a man. So few had them. She bit her nails into his flesh as she struggled to take as much of him as she could without swallowing.

  Circling her fingers around the shaft, she worked her mouth up and down, enjoying each moan and grunt as she orally rode him.

  Finally, Kiev tore her away with a ragged breath. “Enough. My turn.”

  “I wasn’t finished.” She reached for his cock, only to be flipped over on her back and pressed to the floor.

  “My apologies.” He didn’t look apologetic. He looked intense. Hot. Like a conquering warrior.

  She sucked in a breath, her attention trapped by Kiev’s desire. He shifted and thrust inside her body. Sasha shuddered, gasping at the tight delicious fit of him inside her. Rolling her hips upward she met him thrust for thrust. Civility disappeared as she wrapped her arms across Kiev’s back. Cheek against his shoulder, she kissed the ridge of his clavicle. The taut salty flesh quivered as she nibbled. Kiev bucked against her harder as she nipped and sucked at his pectorals.

  The carpeted floor resisted her slide across its surface as he pounded into her, taking her willing body. Each thrust of his thick shaft rubbed the sensitive walls of her labia. Sasha wanted more. She couldn’t get close enough even though her hands slipped over the sweat slicked muscular crevices over his back. When she gripped him hard, nails biting into flesh, Kiev growled. Sasha gasped. God! His shaft swelled inside her.

  He responded by shifting out of her grasp, gripping her right leg and sliding the limb over one shoulder. Standing on his knees, with her exposed, he stared down at her. Meeting his eyes, she felt connected to him in a primal way. Sasha licked her lips as he wet the pad of his thumb, slowly reaching down to her quivering clitoris. Anticipation built. She moaned.

  Finally, brushing over the nub, he slowly withdrew his cock, easing in with every caress of her pussy as he held her leg captive. Back and forth, in and out. Sasha was mindless with the building pleasure. The rushing wave rose up to sweep her away. “Ohhhhh!”

  He held on to on her ankle, speeding up the furious pace of their love making. Flesh smacking flesh in rhythm.

  “Ohhh!” Her cry was drowned out by the roar of his orgasm, their pleasure exploded outward like a supernova. He collapsed, dragging her still tingling body over his as he rolled to his back. After shocks shuddered through her body as he thrust a leg between hers. Sasha revelled in the strong comfort of his body beneath her. His breath stirred her hair, gently rocking her with each exhale, while he trailed his hands down her spine.

  If they died, she and Kiev would be sent back to their respective crystal databases. Her heart contracted at the thought of losing him a second time. Damn, damn, damn.

  Before, as Tasha she’d accepted her death. She’d thought she was done with broken hearts and planetary destruction. She sighed. Fate was a demanding mistress. Soon they’d have to go and save Aros…maybe even the rest of the known universe. Failure was not an option.

  His ego took a bashing as Sasha’s emotional armour visibly fell into place. It was shades of Tasha, he was certain. Before he could stop her, she grabbed the old, high-necked, black Arosan uniform. Wordlessly, she dashed into the facilities closet.

  “Come on, Spartacus.” Sasha strode out like a fiery star goddess in her Arosan uniform. The unrelieved black, armoured unitard made her pale skin and the red flame of her hair glow. She gestured to the clothing strewn about the floor. “Time’s ticking, but I’d pick the unitard over the skirt.” She waved her hand about while moving to pick up the assorted tools and antique weapons before dividing them between the two packs she’d confiscated. “I’d hate for your…ahhh…equipment to get tangled in something.”

  Kiev shocked himself by laughing and then pulled her into his embrace. He’d forgotten what ‘happy and in love’ felt like. Her flustered blush made him laugh again and he bent to capture her lips in a kiss. “I’ll wear the uniform, since you are so concerned about my ‘equipment’.”

  Allowing her to escape, he eyed the uniform warily. He had not worn anything like it in more than twelve hundred years. While he scoffed at the notion of his warrior’s wrap being anything close to a woman’s skirt, he knew the uniform would provide better protection if they were attacked with more sophisticated weaponry than a sword or spear. He wondered what going to the surface of the other planet would bring.

  He stepped into the male version of the armoured uniform and picked up his equipment belt and sword. Whatever was guarding the device on Atmos would have the advantage of home ground. Kiev intended to have trustworthy weapons he knew how to operate at hand. He slung the pack crosswise over his shoulders, eerily his mind was transported to the past and the few hiking expeditions Tasha had invited him on. Dirrel had been woefully out of his element, but he’d jumped at the chance to share her interests. If he hadn’t loved her so much, it would have been pathetic.

  Shaking off the feeling, Kiev decided to strap himself into the co-pilot’s seat. With the mood Sasha was in, he imagined himself in for a wild ride.

  * * * *

  The gold and blue planet filled the cockpit video screen, sending his senses into overdrive with the same rush as riding a squirren before it found the updraft. His stomach lurched in anticipation as his world tilted at Sasha’s command. He imagined the wind in his face, the insane chittering of the animal protesting or simply screaming in glee—Kiev never knew which.

  He clenched his hands on the armrests of his seat as the ship twirled around to face inland. Behind them, the ocean—the same colour as Sasha’s eyes—stretched into the horizon. The door opened, bringing the salty tang of the surf to them.

  Kiev strode out, one hand on his sword, and paused to take in the scenery, the atmosphere. An alien planet. Amazing, he thought, that it had taken this long for him to finally take to the stars.

  Sasha slapped his shoulder and sauntered past, her hips swaying provocatively—another non-Tasha attribute. “Keep up the good work, big guy. Those scary gulls are eyeballing us. I’m particularly worried about that one.” She pointed at the white-crested bird a metre or so away that was alternately scratching at the grey dirt and watching them.

  He ignored her needling and stared down the beach, then fell into step beside her. “The coastline has an odd mixture of volcanic and oceanic sand.” He pointed out the black and gold striations, trying to remember what he’d learnt about Atmos.

  “Laser cannon scoring.” Her words were quiet as she deliberately led the way. Quite a bit of t
he ground was a combination of black volcanic sand, ash, and golden oceanic sand. “The Arosan retaliation. Too little, too late,” Sasha said.

  Or too much, he decided, depending on whether you were Arosan or Atmosan.

  The weariness in her expression told him she’d fully bonded with Tasha. Their memories and reactions to them were one. Sorting through the mental clutter took time.

  They travelled in silence, the beach giving way to rocky terrain and scraggly shrubs. Centuries of accusation pointed a finger at him. Kiev paused, rubbing a hand down his chin. A clatter of pebbles made him jerk his sword out.

  He jumped, shoving Sasha out of the way just as a furred head darted out of the rocks. Sharp teeth snapped closed where her head had been, then the head darted back into the almost invisible cave. The pointed nose peeked out again. The creature fixed its large, black eyes on him as it chattered in its own language.

  It growled, easing out of the cave. It was twice as long as a full-grown squirren.

  “A squirren,” Sasha breathed. “I didn’t see one in the scans.”

  “It is not a squirren,” he contradicted, eying the wild creature on the chance it attacked.

  It probably was a squirren, simply a different variety. There were stories of different breeds, strange squirren from the other continents and keepers who bred them for desired traits. The creature’s striped body was long, ending in a black tail about half the length of its body. It dodged around Kiev, but pulled away again when his sword cut the air close to its whiskers.

  Sasha smacked him away.

  “Are you crazy, woman? It is trying to eat you.”

  “No, it’s not. You frightened her.” She turned to the creature, her manner softening. “Hey, there. You’re a good weaselen, aren’t you?” she called, trying to push past Kiev. When he grabbed her she resisted, freeing her hand.