No. That was stupid. She didn’t know enough about him to fall in love with him. So, it had to be lust.
Good. Lust was much safer.
The salty, fundamental smell of male rose like steam around Georgia. Fari’s skin felt firm and taut beneath her fingers, and she dropped her defenses enough to hear his thoughts.
Beautiful…so beautiful. I will care for you always. I will please you like no man.
A wild dizziness swept over Georgia. She wanted him inside her. Had to have him—craved him.
As he watched with that intense coal-black gaze, Georgia pushed herself up and straddled his belly. He felt as firm as carved wood between her legs, yet warm and yielding.
Fari took a slow breath. His stiff cock pressed against her ass.
Georgia scooted back and rubbed against it.
“Wait, shanna.” Fari stirred beneath her, straining his bonds. “You have not been prepared. Akad gave you—”
“I don’t need elixir to handle you.” Georgia heard the sharp, desperate edge in her own voice. “I’ve been playing with Krysta’s toys. I’m ready.”
Fari’s concerned expression only increased Georgia’s passion. The man was all metal and grit on the outside, but his heart seemed so soft and giving.
Before he could protest again, she pushed up on her knees and lifted herself over his cock. The blazing tip pressed against her slit.
Groaning, Georgia sank down slowly.
The sound of wet flesh slipping into wet flesh nearly made her come.
Her eyes closed of their own volition as her pussy stretched to accommodate Fari’s incredible girth.
“By the stars…” Fari’s guttural welcome rolled over Georgia’s skin like a kiss.
And then she dropped, taking the rest of him in one daring thrust.
“Damn!” Her eyes flew open.
Fari’s eyes were closed. His face was a study in ecstasy.
He felt hotter than molten silver. Harder than polished steel. Huge. Fari’s cock was unbelievably big—but Georgia felt no pain. A surge of rapture, yes. Of perfect satiation and rightness. He filled her pussy to the brim.
Damn. Damn! Heat consumed Georgia as she leaned down and braced her hands against Fari’s rock hard stomach and scorching pa. His muscles rippled as she ground herself against his hips, letting go a loud cry.
“Shanna.” Fari’s fervent growls sent thrills up Georgia’s spine. “Fuck me. Please yourself!”
She rocked forward and back, forward and back, savoring his size, his strength as he thrust off the bed despite his bonds. Her skin burned. Every place she touched Fari burned.
“Harder.” Georgia forced herself up and down, riding him like she rode Krysta’s saddle in the barn. Her ass slapped against Fari’s muscled thighs.
Anything for you, Fari whispered in her mind, opening his eyes and swallowing her with his tender gaze.
Life, time, the world—everything receded for Georgia. All she could see was Fari’s handsome face, the way he studied her and worked to please her with every movement.
Moaning with each thrust, she tweaked her own nipples.
Fari’s male approval was instantly apparent. His eyes flared, and he bucked harder against her.
“Come,” he murmured. “Come for me.”
I want to see your face, Georgia. I want to see your bliss.
The low thunder of Fari’s voice in her thoughts and in her ears drove Georgia higher. Her head spun. She felt wide open as she neared the top. Wild. Completely free.
Need blinded her.
“Fuck me harder,” she demanded. “Yes. Deep. Deep!”
Every ounce of reserve drained out of Georgia. She bounced so hard her breasts strained against her hands. She pinched her nipples and screamed as her pussy pulsed and tightened on Fari’s cock.
No man had ever seen her frenzied, but Georgia didn’t care. It felt so good to turn loose and fuck like there was no tomorrow.
Seconds stretched and blended as one as she panted. Sweat coated her body.
Fari’s thrusts met her each time she slammed against him.
Heat flowed from Georgia’s pussy, up to her belly, to her chest, to her throat, to her cheeks.
Orgasm hit her like a flash flood, washing every muscle, every fiber with delicious thrills. She shuddered and fell forward from the force, and her pa mark melded with Fari’s.
Immediately, images spilled through Georgia’s brain. She saw herself as beautiful, sexy, completely desirable and satisfying. Fari cared about her deeply. More than she understood—and yet she couldn’t deny it. His feelings, his thoughts were hers for the taking.
Fari came with a reverberating groan.
Georgia felt the heat of his seed filling her as aftershocks shook her again and again.
She wanted to move, to separate their pa marks. The intimacy was too much.
Tears brimmed and spilled down her face.
She had to move.
But some part of her didn’t want to.
“May I hold you?” Fari’s gentle words rattled Georgia.
No! her mind screamed. And then, yes.
As Fari’s firm, sculpted arms wrapped around her, Georgia realized the brawny giant had torn his cloth tethers as if they were threads. He had been free the entire time they fucked—and yet he had left her in control, to do as she pleased.
This made her cry harder.
Fari eased Georgia to her side, but kept his cock inside her pussy. He stroked her hair with his big hands, kissed her cheeks and forehead.
Beloved. Shanna. Whatever you wish. Whatever you need.
“Shut up.” Georgia sobbed and snuggled closer. Fari’s touch soothed her, even though she didn’t want it to.
Risking a glance at his face, she found him staring at her intently. He lowered his head and gave her a slow, languid kiss.
Georgia couldn’t help but respond. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue free access. He moved against her, drawing her even closer. Their pa mingled like their mouths, blending thought and emotion until Georgia lost track of which feelings and sensations were hers alone.
Fari rubbed and squeezed her ass. Her nipples pressed against his hard chest, and his cock swelled in her wet channel.
I want you again, but only if you desire me, Georgia.
“I desire you,” she murmured, rolling against him, taking him deeper.
“Then tell me. Say it out loud.” He kissed her, then drew back. “Give me permission.”
Tears still streaming, Georgia ran her fingers through Fari’s ebony hair. “Fuck me. That’s what I want. Fuck me.”
Fari moaned and gripped her ass, pulling her hard against his cock. He made no move to mount her. They stayed on their sides, undulating like matching waves.
Georgia gasped and rocked on Fari’s rigid arousal. He cradled her against him, kissing her, thrusting gently. Then faster, and faster.
This time, Georgia kept her mind open to Fari. Their thoughts flowed back and forth. Desire. Heat. Passion. Georgia felt herself being fucked, and felt what Fari experienced as he fucked her.
Amazing. Mind-bending.
“You are perfect,” Fari murmured in her ear. “Everything I have dreamed of.”
Pressure built in Georgia’s chest. Her pussy felt hot enough to catch fire. Each time her nipples moved against Fari’s chest, shocks of pleasure rattled her.
She came in slow, soul-shaking tremors, each one stronger than the next, until she cried out.
Fari drank her screams with another deep, tender kiss. His orgasm matched her own as he spent himself slowly, completely inside her.
When Georgia could take no more, she pushed at Fari’s chest, and he stopped.
Just like that.
She didn’t even have to insist.
Carefully, Fari eased his cock out of her pussy and held her tightly.
Georgia’s eyes closed. Sleep was only inches away, but she startled awake.
No! I can’t do this. Fear clawed her like
an angry cat. I don’t fall asleep with men I fuck. You need to leave, Fari.
“Is that what you want, shanna? Truly?” Fari’s disappointment dug at Georgia’s heart.
“Yes. No. I—I don’t know.” She ground her teeth, feeling her panic double as Fari massaged her shoulders in a slow, sensuous rhythm—and then, for a long, blissful moment, she let herself sink into his touch. He felt so good, so steady, like a rock she could lean on. Like a man she could trust.
Not happening.
She jerked away from him. Rage flamed in Georgia’s belly, and before she knew it, she had raised her fists. “Look. We made a deal. My way or no way. And I said leave.”
A wild look came over Fari. He opened his mouth, and Georgia tried to shield her heart. Men were all the same. Earth, Arda—it didn’t matter.
Tease.
Whore.
You led me on.
This was your fault.
You asked for it.
Fari’s eyes widened, and Georgia realized she had shouted her thoughts at him.
“I would never say those things,” Fari said in a hoarse, wounded voice. “You confuse me with another place, another time. I—I was thinking of asking for—no it doesn’t matter. I am honored that you shared yourself with me.”
He was out of the bed before Georgia could react, and out of the room before she could form a coherent thought.
Wait…
But it was too late.
For such a big man, Fari Tul’Mar moved like the wind.
Chapter 7
One day, she will judge you on your own merits, with no hindrance from her past. Ki Tul’Mar’s psi-voice drifted over the stellar leagues separating him from Fari. You cannot force so much as a conversation with a woman who has been forced—not without losing her trust.
Fari sat, legs crossed, in Camford’s war room, using the full extent of his psi powers and the room’s psi-sensitive construction to reach his much-missed kin. His cock throbbed at the thought of his shanna, but he could not relieve himself the morning after knowing her for the first time. Nothing but Georgia would ever sate him again. Fari knew this with a hopeless, angry certainty.
Judge me on my own merits, he psi-grumbled, feeling unworthy. So many mistakes in his past. And some at such a horrible cost. I have few merits beyond brute strength and speed.
That is far from true, Brother. Stay out of the past. You were but a boy then, and now—a man. A warrior who has given honor, blood, and bone for the Fleet, his people, and his world. Have patience with yourself, and patience with fair Georgia.
I have preached patience to you until I scarce have a throat, and you never listened. Fari’s mental tone sounded surly even to him, but Ki’s presence in his mind was soothing. Why should I give you credence now?
Because you are strong. You are wise enough to know I am right. Ki’s soft laughter goaded Fari in a familiar, welcome way. And because you have no choice.
Fergilla.
Fergilla-poker. And as much as I would like to continue this stirring discourse, Brother, I have a ship full of Bandu rescues to return to Bandu-Mother before I can return to deal with the Outlanders.
Fari’s eyes opened wide. “Bandu?” he asked aloud, still broadcasting his thoughts. “The OrTans are mad. What possessed them to take on such a cargo? Maybe one wild Bandu could be subdued on a skull slaver—but a group of them?”
The lizards need money to rebuild their fleet, and no doubt the Nostans offered a king’s ransom for this tribe. Ki spoke with some difficulty, and through the psi-link, Fari heard screaming and the splintering of wood. Lots of Ardani cursing, too. Bandu royals, these. Queen Unk will owe us a favor.
If you survive the trip to claim it. Fari laughed. Little Nostan fools. Why they insist on trying to tame the most vicious female species in the universe, I will never know.
Ki went silent for a moment, no doubt wrestling with some of the fierce Bandu fighters. Bandu had little use for males, even Ardani warriors rescuing them from OrTan sex slavers.
How is Elise? Ki finally managed to ask. The tense desire for his shanna in his psi-voice came through clearly.
Fari felt a surge of compassion, followed by an odd jealousy. She is well, Brother. Her belly grows and grows—your daughter will be a fine strapling, like Krysta at her birth.
If Akad had not forbidden Elise to have sex until she delivers, we could—
Thank you for the thought. Fari knew Ki would have offered for Elise to relieve some of Fari’s misery in the war room, with Ki in psychic attendance. And yet even the sweet Elise, as beautiful and sensual as she was, held no appeal to Fari beyond the normal brother-by-marriage interest. Fari had initially thought that attraction strong, but now, measured against the pull of his shanna, it paled.
I understand. Ki offered a gentle, non-teasing tone. Until I found Elise, I had no idea what it would be like either, Brother. My heart aches for you—but have faith. Georgia will recognize the truth soon enough. Her soul will give her no option.
May the universe hear you. Fari sent his brother a mental punch to the shoulder, then let the connection go as Ki once more went to battle with the Bandus before they tore Astoria apart.
In times past, Ki likely would have bedded several of the undomesticated females. Combat was a natural precursor for coupling in Bandu tradition, and many of Arda’s warriors would be well-used and exhausted by the time Astoria dropped its hostile cargo on Bandu-Mother. Not Ki, though. Fari knew now, only too well, how his brother’s heart, mind, and desire would be focused on Elise and Elise alone.
Such was the fate of a warrior who had found his shanna.
“Even if she hates me.” He stood slowly, allowing the powerful octagonal design of the war room to bring his senses back in line.
His cock stood straight out against his breeches, painful in its single-minded demands.
Fari could masturbate twenty times in a row, and without Georgia’s attention, his cock would simply swell back to unbearable dimensions.
He sighed. A walk in the woods. Some long overdue sparring. He needed to spend his energy.
And it is time for more potion. In reasonable measure this time.
* * * * *
“Well?” Elise’s blue eyes sparkled as she splashed bubbles toward Georgia in Ki’s huge bathchamber. “How was it? Details, woman. Details!”
“No.” Georgia splashed back and felt herself flush. “I never kiss and tell.”
They had chosen bath scents mixed by Akad to approximate Earth flowers and fruits—strawberry, raspberry, apple, and roses. Mixed with the steam, the enveloping warmth of the water, and the multicolored bubbles, the effect was dizzying and relaxing all at once. Georgia loved that the bathtub was big enough to swim in, and the swirling jets of water stroked her nipples and pussy in a most effective way.
Elise’s heavy-lidded expression communicated her own enjoyment. “On Earth, you told me everything. Twice as much as I wanted to know. Why so shy now?”
“Oh, all right.” Georgia rolled over and floated on her back. “It was…um, good.”
“Good?” Elise’s surprise filtered through the water in Georgia’s ears. “It had to be more than just good.”
Georgia grinned in spite of herself. “Okay. Yeah. It was awesome.” Her pussy, still tender in a wonderful, satisfied way, ached under the bath’s relentless jets. The sensation doubled as she thought about Fari, about the way he held her so tenderly, and fucked her so perfectly. “Are all Ardani men so well-endowed?”
“I think so.” Elise leaned back in the water as Georgia floated back up and braced against the side of the giant basin. “Krysta says they are. I’ve seen a few naked ones around here, even the priest—but Ki and Fari have them all beaten, I think.”
A flare of jealousy surprised Georgia as she thought about the fact Elise had fucked Fari—sort of. In that almost-way allowed to same-generation in-laws by Ardani custom. Oral sex, penetration other than vaginal—though Elise said some families shared
sex more completely. It all depended on the agreement of the couple.
“You don’t have a thing to worry about.” Elise swam over and stroked Georgia’s hair. “Fari only had an interest in me because of his link with Ki. Now that he’s found you—“
“Stop.” Georgia pushed away and kicked her legs under the water, suddenly unable to contain her energy. “Now that he’s found me—what? He’s forever smitten? Fari’s soul won’t rest until I’m married to him and fucking him every day? Blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard it all from Akad. Bullshit. Fari doesn’t even know me, Elise.”
Elise floated out to meet her. Before Georgia could slip away, Elise caught her shoulders and pulled her close. As Georgia’s pa mingled with Elise’s and rubbed across Elise’s belly, Georgia felt an incredible bond of family, and a huge protective surge for the growing life inside her cousin.
Ilya, Elise and Georgia thought together, calling the unborn girl’s name.
The baby stirred in response, kicking and punching against her prison of flesh.
“She won’t wait much longer.” Georgia reached down and rubbed the spot where Ilya fussed and wriggled.
“She’s impatient. Like you.” Elise kissed Georgia’s brow, letting her lips linger long enough to increase Georgia’s heart rate.
More than once since Georgia came to Arda and began to experience the total sexual freedom the planet offered—and especially since she learned of family-based sexual customs—she had thought of making love with Elise. Of being asked into Ki and Elise’s marital bed.
“It will happen,” Elise whispered. “In due time, after Ilya makes her debut.”
The women shared a slow, gentle kiss as they floated naked in the humming water. Georgia thought about how Elise’s lips were as soft as Krysta’s, but more full and yielding. Fari’s lips were firm, demanding—but not in a bad way. In a hot, possessive, mind-twisting way.
Georgia’s pussy began a fierce ache even the water jets couldn’t calm.
“Fari does know you,” Elise murmured in Georgia’s ear, keeping their body-to-body embrace. “Better than you think. He’s seen some of your past, your hurts—even some of your art. He longs to understand you. And you told me how respectful he’s being. Do you know how weird that is for him? Fari takes what he wants when he wants it. You, he’s treating like some rare, fragile flower.”
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