TALON (RIBUS 7 Book 4)

by Shae Mills

  Her lips traced down his penis to his testicles, and there she paused. She nuzzled into his flesh, inhaling his scent, her vision glazing over. In response to her touch, he lifted one leg up and rested his foot on the edge of the spa, giving her even more access to him. Still holding his penis with one hand, she fondled his heavy weight with her other, taking one of his testicles into her mouth and savoring him.

  He moaned—a deep, guttural purr—and she nearly liquefied. Then she turned her attention to his other testicle, licking him, sucking him, and rolling him in her mouth until his thighs shook. He was pure paradise.

  Her soft manipulations continued until finally, she drew back and stared at the masculinity so swollen by need. A myriad of strange sexual feelings hit her all at once. It was at this very moment that she understood just how familiar and yet just how foreign he was. Her eyes widened. She had always made love in every way to the giant Iceanean Warlord, a man of extreme and superb genetics. But now, she realized that she truly loved an alien, a strange and exotic alien, a man with a body that belonged to no man of Earth, and the thought filled her with unrestrained desire entwined with a degree of tempered fear, the mix curiously volatile, the combination positively explosive. He was so wondrously swollen, and the thought of his thickened organ buried deep within her, one day filling her completely, caused her to swoon.

  She teetered and then caught herself. Though alien, he was beautiful beyond words. As her fingers explored every delicious part of him, she searched her memory. When Dar and Shan had impregnated her, they had moved ever so slowly and gently, as if they were especially sensitive. She would be careful, her touch delicate. Then she closed her eyes and took him in her mouth again, her soft, wet tongue finally daring to tease the protruding tip of his penis.

  Instantly, she heard him growl and felt his whole body begin to tremble. Her fingers tightened about his thickness and began to stroke him; her tongue flickered over the organ while she sucked him tenderly. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, her fingers smoothing over his erogenous zones at the base of his penis. In all these ways together, she worked her bewitching magic.

  A basal rumble escaped his chest. Just the visual feast of her consuming him in his heightened state was enough to push him over the edge. The head of his penis was deep in her soft mouth, and as she drew on him, his legs threatened to give way. His whole body ignited with primal need. The sensations she was eliciting from him threatened to bring him crashing to his knees before her. Never in his life had he been so vulnerable. Never in his life had his desire been so powerful. He would have preferred death to her stopping, and as he hunched over her, he prayed that she would not.

  He clung to her, his jaw clenched. “God, woman,” he moaned. Suddenly, he felt as though she had drawn his whole body into her hot mouth, her movements sucking out the last vestiges of his strength. He was mortally weak. His legs were not going to support him much longer. He wanted to be in her mouth forever, but he knew it was not to be. His whole body contracted powerfully, and he cried out as he exploded from within.

  Chelan felt the surge come through her fingers as his balls tightened, and she closed her eyes as his hot seed shot into her mouth. She sucked harder and heard him cry out again. Over and over, he contracted, his heavy sac pulsing in her hand. And when the last tremor travelled his length, she took the time to savor his essence, the warm cream like honey in her mouth and down her throat. She licked his length again once, lingering at his tip as she looked up into his glazed eyes. She kissed him delicately with her lips. Then she withdrew from him.

  Instantly, he fell onto his knees into the water before her. His head hung, his back expanding to tremendous proportions as his lungs strove for air. Then he slumped forward into her, burying his sweat-drenched face between her breasts.

  Chelan held him close, stroking his long, wet hair as he tried to calm himself, his body slowly coming down from the pinnacle of exertion and the peak of unabashed pleasure. Then, finally, he pulled back and looked deep into her sultry eyes. But he could not speak. No words could adequately describe what had just occurred.

  “Kiss me,” she demanded, her voice throaty and sensual. “Taste what you have given me.”

  Korba grabbed her, his hands on either side of her face, and he kissed her deep, his tongue driving into her, tasting her sweetness and his seed intermingled. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Chelan finally pulled back to take a breath. Her hands held his face, and she smiled. “I love you, my Lord.”

  Korba crushed her to him. He shook his head, trying to regain his senses. He inhaled a deep breath and then lifted her from the water and set her on the edge of the spa. She shivered against the cold, her eyes growing wide. She watched as he rose up before her, and suddenly, it hit her: her Warlord, the galaxies Overlord, was back, in all his majesty. Every part of his flawless, masculine beauty effused power and dominance. His eyes were aflame with an azure fire, his coiled muscles and their indisputable strength almost causing her to cringe.

  A spark of fear coursed through her soul at the sight of the alien god, still fully aroused in every manner, but she knew she was safe. And she was happy beyond words that his body was regaining all its former proportions. He dwarfed her porcelain frame, and she craved every luscious inch of him.

  She leaned back slightly and noted instantly that he stalked her as only a finely honed predator could. She covered her breasts and suppressed the urge to run. She knew all too well what flight would evoke in the massive Warlord, and though Korba had never hurt her as Talon had, she was unsure of his state after what she had just done to him.

  Finally, he loomed over her, and she slumped back onto the icy floor, still hugging her breasts against his hungry eyes. He crouched over her and nuzzled along her neck. For some reason, she knew she should hold very still, daring only to breathe. She recognized that look in his untamed eyes. She was his, and she was going nowhere.

  Slowly, he moved over her again, his face close but not touching, his hair tracing lines over her moist body. When he came to her legs, one powerful hand parted her easily to him. Suddenly, she became anxious. His silence was uncharacteristic, his glassine eyes as foreign now as his maleness had just been.

  He shifted back from her, his gaze pinning her to stillness. Then she watched as he stared hungrily at her hot folds, and she held her breath. With one hand, he traced down her inner thigh, and then she trembled as a lone finger ran the length of her moistness. But his touch was not sexual, and her confusion mounted. Her thighs shook, and her eyes widened, but still, she dared not move. Then his finger penetrated her deeply, and she gasped.

  Her soft cry seemed to jar him back to reality, and the haze over his eyes lifted. He withdrew his hand from her, watching her intently. He placed his moist finger in his mouth and savored her. Then he became motionless.

  Chelan was frightfully cold, and she began to shiver. She looked at him frantically. “My… my Lord?” she stuttered.

  But Korba did not speak. Instead, he sprang to his feet, his catlike speed forcing her to emit a cry and to scramble back from him. Instantly, he seized her, and Chelan twisted in his arms. But she was locked within his superhuman embrace. Then suddenly, she was on her back on their bed, his body over her again.

  Chelan panted for air and then relaxed as his eyes finally regained a warm glow.

  His fingers brushed over her supple lips. “I love you with all that I am,” he whispered.

  Chelan went to speak, but instead she moaned, the next sensation that of his easy penetration, his one slow, powerful push filling her completely. Chelan arched to him, ecstasy mixed with past fear entwining into one beautiful sensation. He thrust into her several times and then eased his motions slightly, his entries now gentle. He nudged her legs up and spread them far apart. Then he spread his own legs wide and pushed into her as deep as he could, and stopped.

  Chelan ceased all motion, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh god,” she uttered as she fel
t the swelling begin from within. Her world spun, and she clutched at his broad shoulders.

  Korba kissed her lips once gently. “You are fertile,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

  His voice penetrated her almost as deeply as his organ. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He began his tender, internal strokes again, his eyes studying her. “Yes or no?” he asked softly.

  Chelan sobbed as a trickle of tears ran down her flushed cheeks. “Oh god, yes,” she whimpered.

  Suddenly, all his features melted, and he lowered his weight down onto her as she liked so much. He kissed her passionately, his one hand kneading her ripe breast. Chelan grabbed his long hair, holding him fast to her. Soon she felt the familiar cramping, and more tears came. It was all a dream come true.

  Korba rose up and smiled at her. “This is long overdue.”

  Chelan nodded as she wiped at her eyes. “Uh-huh,” was all she could manage.

  His hand reached down, his fingers finding her swollen nodule. She groaned, and her legs surrounded his waist. His fingers stroked over her, their rhythm matched by his subtle pelvic thrusts. Then, in perfect unison, he gave her her peak just as his seed surged into her. She clenched down on his thickness, feeling every contraction, every pulse, every divine ripple of pleasure. Nothing in heaven could have compared.

  When the last of his undulations passed over and through her, Chelan closed her eyes, her body now limp from the exertion, the orgasm, and the emotion. But Korba did not slip out of her as Dar had, nor did his swelling recede. Chelan’s eyes snapped opened as he twisted onto his back, his powerful embrace rolling her with him, their bodies locked. Chelan caught her breath and looked down into his azure eyes, the flame therein no less intense. “You do not soften?” she asked with amazement.

  Korba smiled and shook his head. “No, my Lady. My essence stays within you.”

  “Because of the Breeders?”

  He stroked her silken cheek. “No. Because I can, and because I wish to keep you tight to me.”

  Chelan looked down and then put her hands on his chest. Cautiously, she pushed against him. The pressure in her pelvis seemed to increase slightly, but there was no pain. She licked her lips and then rose up farther, and this time, her flesh burned. She sank back down and grinned at him. “I am your captive, I see.”

  Korba smiled. “A willing one, I hope.”

  Chelan leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Then she straightened and paused. “I don’t mean to compare,” she said, “but I am a little confused here. With Dar, he… I mean… Well, what I mean is, how can you do that? Stay hard and swollen after ejaculating, that is.”

  Korba chuckled and then shrugged. “All I can say is that according to our anatomy, Dar and Shan were normal. As for me, I do not know. I am sure it is something the geneticists would love to investigate, but I am not going to tell them—are you?”

  Chelan smiled and shook her head. “I do not need a geneticist to tell me that you simply have control over everything.”

  Korba took a deep, contented breath and looked at her lovingly. “Control over everything except what occurred earlier, pretty woman. I could not have controlled myself when you took my seed in your mouth for anything in the galaxy. That was the third most beautiful experience of my life.”

  Chelan was flattered, but she looked at him with a glint in her eye. “What is with this third business?”

  Korba drew her down to him and kissed the top of her head. His voice was soft and low. “The second most beautiful experience was the night we first made love, the night you finally gave yourself to me completely.”

  Chelan closed her eyes. That was over fourteen Earth years ago, and she could recall it all as if it had been yesterday. She gazed into his luminescent, azure eyes. “And your most beautiful experience?”

  His hands smoothed over her back. His voice was husky with emotion. “Right now is the most beautiful, the most extraordinary time of my life… right now, as I lie here making love to you… right now, as you allow me to create our child.”

  Chelan’s fingers clung to his shoulders as she pressed into him. She listened to his strong heartbeat and then whispered, “I love you so much.”

  Korba’s hands smoothed over her slender, white thighs and cupped her firm, round buttocks. “Does it hurt?”

  Chelan shook her head. Then she felt his abdominals tense, and he sat up with her straddling his lap. He kissed her salty face and teased her lips with his tongue. “Do you want me to come out?”

  Chelan smiled at him from under her thick lashes. Then she bit into his powerful neck. “Never,” she rasped.

  Korba’s hands roamed over her full breasts, his gentle squeezing igniting her breathing once again. Then she took some of her weight with her knees and began her own subtle pelvic motions. Their tongues met as she entangled her fingers in his thick mane. His fingers took her nipples firmly, pulling and twisting them just enough to cause her to moan with ecstasy.

  Her head fell back, the teasing of her erect flesh sending her nearly to delirium. His touch was perfect as he walked the fine line between pain and pleasure. She reached back, her hands sliding up his muscular thighs until she reached his softness. She watched him close his eyes as her fingers fondled his large testicles. She stroked and rubbed him, her touch just as flawless as his. Suddenly, his hands left her breasts, and he pushed down hard on her hips, his body once again shuddering with release.

  Chelan collapsed against his chest as his essence surged into her. But he was not finished with her. His arms surrounded her as he rose effortlessly to his knees. Then he laid her on her back, her hips supported by his thighs, her long legs wrapped around his waist. Though he was still sealed within her, his fingers once again reached down to her moistness. Chelan arched, and her hands played over her own breasts. He teased and tantalized her, her soft well working against the hardness that filled her so completely.

  Then his fingers feathered over her as he reached for her velvet lips, parting them to him. His mouth watered, the sight of his thick shaft buried deep within her lighting all the nerves he possessed on fire. With one hand, he peeled back the hood of her clitoris, exposing her hard, engorged flesh. A single finger of his other hand flicked over her swollen nub, and every muscle in Chelan’s body clenched in rapture. She shuddered within, her pelvic muscles drawing him in just that much deeper, sucking his seed high into her womb.

  When her body went limp, he removed her legs from his waist and lifted them up, resting them against his chest. He kissed the inside of her calves, his hands smoothing over her silky thighs, giving her time to get her breath. Then he parted her legs and tilted forward, lying gently upon her. Still inside her, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips, paying homage to all of her. She was a gift; she had allowed him to open her, to fill her, and he was forever lost within her.

  *****

  The hours passed, and still, he did not release her. Then, as night began to fade, Chelan could submit no more. She was exhausted, and her muscles ached. Korba finally allowed his fullness to recede, and ever so slowly, he withdrew from her distended depths. He lay down beside her and watched her for a time; then he disappeared into the en suite. When he returned, Chelan looked up at him through half-closed eyes. She felt him part her legs and press a warm cloth deep within her folds. She sighed with relief.

  He chuckled. “You should have said something.”

  Chelan shook her head. “I only started to feel it at the end.”

  He frowned. “Your flesh is worn. I stayed in you too long.”

  Chelan closed her eyes. “No such thing as too long,” she murmured sleepily.

  Korba smiled and then glanced at the cloth looking for blood, but there was none. He replaced it and slid down beside her once again. “There is one last thing I need to do to complete this night,” he whispered.

  Chelan bit her lip and looked at him dreamily. “Anything, my Lord.”

  Korba smiled as he settled between
her long legs and removed the warm cloth. His tongue ran the length of her velvet flesh, and she cried out to his oral caress. He wanted to experience everything about her, every delicious curve, every hard peak, and every soft, slippery valley. He suckled her excruciatingly slowly and tenderly, eventually casting her into contortions spawned by intense euphoria. Her fingers entwined in his hair as her toes travelled up his back, her orgasm erupting from deep within and rippling throughout her being. He kept his tongue pressed to her swollen nodule until the last of her spasms washed over her. Then he licked her deeply, several times, the taste of her sweetness mingled with his essence, transporting him to yet another plane.

  Korba lingered, resting his head on her inner thigh, unwilling to tear his eyes or his touch from her soft femininity. In nine Earth months, he would watch his baby being born from her depths, and he kissed her with reverence.

  Chelan moaned and reached for him. He slid up her body and lay by her side. The last sensation she remembered was falling asleep in his massive arms, her beautiful world at peace.

  *****

  When she awoke some time later, the light in the room was strong. She looked about—Korba was gone. She went to sit up, but her world spun, and her head ached.

  “Stay down,” came the deep order.

  Chelan flopped back and opened her eyes. She watched as he approached her, clothed in his military pants and boots. He sat down beside her. “Here, drink this.”

  Chelan sat up, gulped down the drink and then lay back. “You look none the worse for wear.”

  Korba chuckled. “Looks can be deceiving.”

  Chelan smiled and then grabbed at the blankets. “Where are my pretty, blue sheets?”

  Korba grinned. “In the incinerator.”

  Chelan gasped. “What?”

  “They were Guild bait.”

  Chelan sighed. “I forgot.”

  “Do not worry. I have already ordered new ones.”