Oh hell, no time to waste.
Darcy raced to the sparkling river, which luckily wasn’t moving too rapidly. She could see through the glint of moonlight on the water that the very middle of the river was moving at a scary-swift current she wanted to avoid, but the edges seemed tame. She waded in.
Maybe he didn’t know that she could swim?
Being able to swim was unusual on her planet because not many citizens of New Earth lived near large bodies of water. She’d heard there were public watering stations in Singapore, but she hadn’t visited them. Water was rationed heavily, but Darcy had been lucky enough to have been born next to one of the only protected rivers on her planet. The San Joaquin river fed the whole farming valley she lived in and it was fed by the melting snow run-off from the nearby mountain range. Darcy had walked there daily and swam there during the spring and summer. She hated running, but swimming she was good at.
And how good could an Illibrium miner from Timbor be at swimming?
She expected the water to be freezing cold, but it was surprisingly pleasant. And then she dunked in entirely, getting her head wet. She swam along the bank and moved with utter quiet, not wanting him to know she was there. She kept swimming, moving with the current which was pushing her along even faster than she could swim. Huh. There was no way he could keep up with her or find her in the dark.
She grinned. She might not be the strongest, but she could plan well.
And then suddenly a body slammed into the river with a mighty splash. She screamed as arms and legs tackled her in the water, grabbing her close to a hard chest.
What the hell.
His face was close, and she could see the flash of white fangs as he grinned at her. His eyes were two illuminated spots of bright light in the dark. Holy crap, he had night vision, didn’t he? The asshole could see at night. A growl of frustration rumbled in her throat.
Oh no, he was not getting away with this.
She leaned forward and bit his neck, clamping her teeth with all her might. His skin broke and warm blood gushed onto her tongue. He threw his head back and roared.
“Enough,” he snarled, pulling her off his neck.
And then he picked her up and out of the water and threw her over his shoulder and waded over to the bank of the river. She continued to kick and scream because she wasn’t done making this hard for him.
He gently tossed her down onto the slope at the bank. She lay there, wet and stunned, in a mixture of weeds and mud. He reached out a claw, shredded her tunic and tossed the ruined fabric aside, leaving her naked. “No!” she shrieked. She was fully exposed, her chest rising and falling, his dark blood smeared on her face, neck and along the slope of her breasts.
“You are mine,” he snarled.
He pried her legs open with his sharp claws on the meaty part of her thighs. And the moment her legs parted he paused to stare at her sopping wet pussy. He glanced up, as if asking for approval. A growl of impatience rumbled in his chest. She licked her lips. In that moment the struggle became less than her need to feel his mouth right where she was so inflamed. She gave him a curt nod of approval because this was exactly what she so desperately needed. The release that only he could provide.
He used his claws to expose her pussy further to his gaze. And then his head was between her legs and his mouth and lips were on her slit and he was licking her juices. She glanced down, entranced with the vision of Daxon’s head between her thighs, his tongue working her most sensitive regions. Growls rumbled in his throat as he continued to lap at her slit, moving his tongue up and down, exploring. And then he found her clit and her back bowed off the ground.
“Oh yes, right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He moved the tip of his tongue along the side of her clit, finding a rhythm in exactly the right spot. She panted, unable to handle the way it was ratcheting up and up and up. The pleasure lurking there was scary-intense. She reached down and grabbed his hair, lifting her hips to give him easier access. And he kept going, licking and licking…
And then she detonated. And wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body, tightening through her stomach and flashing all the way to the tips of her toes. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned out her release, then fell weak onto the ground, her tense fingers finally disentangling from Daxon’s hair.
He moved on top of her, placing his hips between her thighs. She looked up at the male who was about to claim her. His features were fierce, his chest heaving with his hot breaths. She placed a palm on his chest and felt the steady beat of his two hearts. And in that exact moment, as he notched his monstrous cock at her entrance, the one she hadn’t been able to wrap her fingers around, she remembered something important.
“It’s not going to fit,” she whimpered.
It just wasn’t.
She pressed her both her hands against his chest, tossing her head side to side.
“Look at me,” he ordered. He pinched her chin and turned her head. She met his gaze. “You are mine,” he repeated.
And then he flexed his hips and pierced her in one swift motion. Long, hot and so fucking painful. He was there, all of him from root to tip. She bowed her back and screamed out her agony.
“My Be’Ih,” he breathed, licking her neck and moving to capture the tears that ran down her cheeks.
He stayed still, giving her time to wait out that first shock of pain.
Then he started sliding that giant cock in and out, pumping his hips slowly at first. She winced, grasping his forearms, and then it started to feel better and she slid her arms up and around his neck. He leaned down and recaptured her lips, fucking her with his tongue with the same wild intensity he did with his dick. The pain had left and all that remained was another wave of pleasure that was again building. He began pounding inside of her with a raw and hungry energy, causing her breasts to jiggle and her back to scoot up the grassy bank. She moaned and writhed, unable to contain herself as the pleasure increased with each stroke.
He lifted his head. “Come on my cock,” he ordered.
And she did, pulsing around him and screaming out her release.
He continued with a few more uneven thrusts, and then he stilled and his entire body tensed as he threw his head back and let out a mighty roar. She felt his seed rush inside, warm and hot.
And then he fell on top of her, both of their sweaty bodies still joined. He moved to her side, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her in close.
“I love you, Be’Ih” he whispered.
She smiled weakly, and then passed out in his arms.
13
Daxon’s body was no longer dormant.
He awoke in his bunk next to the Bride he’d claimed, her scent filling his lungs, and felt grateful for the ability to touch his female, breed with her and bring her pleasure.
He was no longer on the floor remaining distant. Instead he was in his own bed with her bare skin against his own. His cock was now perennially hard and leaking seed, ready to implant her yet again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass and her breasts. How had he not noticed this perfection before? His claws twitched with the need to grab her large perky breasts, and he wanted nothing more than to scrape his fangs against her nipples.
His Bride was utter perfection, her entire body and smell made to entice him into mating, again and again and again. He’d taken her virginity, ending his own celibacy the instant he’d speared her with his engorged penis. The feel of tearing her barrier and bottoming out inside of her was the best moment of his life. And then he’d come inside of her, releasing his seed, and felt the spark of life that created their first offspring.
Last night he’d not only claimed his Bride but he’d also started his line. He was a mate and also a father.
A permanent smile was etched across his face.
After he’d made her his, his female had passed out in his arms and he’d gently carried her back to their quarters. He’d taken her into the cleansing unit and stoo
d her up as she’d swayed sleepily, and he’d washed them both. Washed her virgin blood off his cock. Washed his own blood off her breasts. And smiled as he’d washed the deep wound she’d inflicted on his neck.
He’d even taken a moment in the restroom to stare in the mirror and proudly inspect the mark. It throbbed with pain, and blood still welled from the tear in his skin. Perfect. He was delighted with how she’d swum in the river to try to escape him. His Bride was cunning.
He turned on the quick blast of the blow-dry, swept her up again in his arms and walked out into the quarters to deposit her on their bunk. He’d lain her down, placed her body against his own and pulled the sheets up over the both of them. Darcy of One had sighed with contentment and they’d both quickly fallen asleep.
But he’d woken up twice last night with an insatiable need to sink into her welcoming heat and release his seed. Each time he’d rolled on top of her body and slid his hard cock carefully into her wet pussy, fucking her into orgasm. He’d reached down and strummed that spot that he’d discovered was his female’s pleasure point. And she would thrash and moan underneath him with her release. He was fucking his Bride so often she was beginning to whimper of a sore pussy.
He needed to slow down, but it was difficult.
He grabbed her ass again with his claw, beautiful and lush, unlike those of the females of his own species. Her large breasts and soft nipples were mesmerizing. He’d never touched another female Xylan with passion, but he’d seen plenty of them naked and none of them had breasts this large and soft. Females of his species did not have hips that curved this much, nor were their asses this plush. And females normally did not have hair over their cunt as his Bride did. This was purely a human quality.
She made a humming noise and shifted against him, wriggling closer. She was waking up. Good.
He continued to run his claw over the curve of her hip and the dip at the end of her spine and then down across the flat of her stomach. He brushed his claws against the dark springy hair on her mound. She moaned with enjoyment.
“I enjoy this hair you have over your cunt,” he breathed against her ear.
She chuckled and reached back with a tiny human hand to cup his jaw. “And I can’t believe how you don’t have hair anywhere except on the top of your head,” she answered with a throaty rasp. “The males in my family have hair on their face, chest, arms, legs and genitalia.”
He shivered with disgust and wondered if his own offspring would have hair in their nether regions. Would they have claws and honor ridges? He wasn’t sure what human or Xylan traits their offspring would inherit, but he loved the idea of having a child with his Bride’s sparkling green-gold eyes. Her skin was perfect Margol. He liked to think his parents, if they had still been alive, would’ve been pleased in his chosen mate.
He tightened his arms around her soft form. He loved this female. He’d scented her and knew the probability was high that she would be his mate. Then he spent time with her and learned her personality and work ethic and he could see why his body had chosen this human as his Bride. His hearts were now involved, and Darcy of One was everything he’d ever wanted in a partner, a mate, but had never known to ask for and he was grateful that she was a part of his life.
But his Bride was human.
She hadn’t scented him and identified him as her mate. During the testing and the claiming, his body had locked with hers for life. But his human female needed more confirmation of their bond. He loved her, but he suspected she did not yet love him in return. This human was still stuck in “pleasure mating.” She’d been forced by circumstance to take his hand and test, which ignited his dormant body and his mating hormones, but at that moment there had been no rush of pheromones that locked his Bride to him beyond the rush of their kiss, when his own hormones had temporarily super-inflamed her body with sexual need. She hadn’t wanted to bond with him prior to their accidental testing, she’d made that very clear.
It disturbed him greatly that their testing had been accidental and not as a result of his female finally requesting confirmation.
And yet, he couldn’t let her go because he’d go insane and die without her.
He’d bred this female and she was his. He was not concerned about their mating being revoked. It was now legal and binding. Their mating might be legal in the eyes of the Scales of Xylan Law, but he also wanted her heart. He wanted his human Bride to commit to him as fully as he did to her.
He didn’t know how to make this happen, but he was going to do his best to make sure his female was always happy and satisfied.
“I need to taste you,” he told her.
“You do?”
“You are wet and needy. I can smell your arousal.”
She reached back and grabbed his cock. His Bride did this often. “I want you inside of me,” she stated.
“Female, I cannot plant my seed inside of you this morning. You are too sore. You need to rest and heal. But I can give you release another way.”
He then moved down the bunk and nudged into the space between her thighs. He’d done this before, in the forest. And now he wanted more so he could examine her glorious human pussy. He’d seen what he could with his night vision, but the light of the quarters illuminated his Bride. He held her thighs apart and stared all he wanted.
Her hips shifted. “Daxon,” she pleaded. “I know you like looking, but…can you look and touch at the same time?”
He grinned and bent down to lick her pussy, spending extra time on that nub he knew was her pleasure point. He spent time on this, more than he had last night. She tasted amazing. He used his claws to spread her lower lips so he had easier access to her delicate folds.
She reached down and grabbed his hair with both of her tiny claws and pulled. “Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.” She shifted, trying to press her pussy closer to his face.
He licked harder and faster. Her thighs tensed. She was so close.
And then she screamed out her release, arching her back. And then she lay there, panting.
Daxon moved back, rising to his knees.
“What about you?” she asked with a raspy voice, gesturing at his hard, angry cock, jutting out from his hips.
“I cannot slide my cock inside of you when you are hurting. I must let my Bride heal.”
She frowned with disappointment. “Well, let me do to you what you did to me. I can also use my mouth to relieve you.”
“You can?”
“Yes. Theoretically. I’ve never actually done this before but I’m a quick learner. You tell me what you like.”
She sat up and pushed him down on the bunk, and he allowed it. He was flat on his back and his Bride wrapped her tiny hand around his throbbing erection, her fingers not being able to meet around the entire girth.
“You’re so big,” she whispered as she settled down next to him. She was staring at him with the same wonder he supposed he’d felt at looking at her pussy. “I love how you have these small ridges here on top,” she said, “like the ones on your forehead. Did you know I can feel them when you’re inside of me?”
“No,” he gasped as she began moving her hand up and down his length. “I did not know.”
And then he watched as she bent and licked the cum that was beading at his slit. He thought he might erupt at the erotic vision of her tongue flicking at his tip, capturing and swallowing his seed.
He wrapped one claw around the side of her head and grabbed her hair, guiding her as she worked his cock. She made sucking sounds with her lips as she slurped him up and down, up and down, faster and tighter. It was amazing. A now familiar tingle started at the base of his spine. His balls tightened and his entire body tensed.
“Female,” he urged. “I am about to—” He tried to pull her off, but she doubled-down and tightened her lips. And then he erupted in her mouth, shouting out his release, jetting his cum again and again. He watched as his cock visibly pulsed, delivering it down her throat. She swallowed and licked up
every last drop.
They spent the entire diurnal in his quarters.
“Shouldn’t we be working?” Darcy of One asked.
“No, I fixed the schedule and gave us the day off,” he told her, kissing her golden skin. “We’ll get back at it tomorrow. I cannot concentrate on anything else but mating right now. We’ll make up for lost time. Today is for us.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “Sounds good.”
He fed her. They used the cleansing unit again, and as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies she asserted that she was sufficiently healed again to take his cock. He was only too happy to comply. And then he stroked into her again, with the water raining down upon them both as they shouted out their release.
Finally, they returned to their bunk and slept. They woke again to eat and then they were back in the bunk, talking. He discovered he enjoyed having her in his arms, talking about their histories almost as much as the actual mating. She told him of her childhood, about growing up on New Earth, which was surprisingly interesting. He wanted to know everything about his Bride.
And then she surprised him by asking about his past. “I want to know everything about you too, Daxon. You haven’t told me much. You’ve listened to all of my drama, but not once have you told me about yourself. I’m your Bride and I need to know about your past, because I’m part of your line now.”
He hugged her close. Yes, she was of his line now. Hopefully, as the years passed, his female might grow to love him with the same intensity he felt for her.
“I have been trying to not remember the past,” he admitted. It was true, it was something he avoided. He’d discovered not thinking of it calmed him down and allowed him to move forward. “But I am ready to give my Bride my history.”
“Thank you,” she said, gifting him with a kiss on the lips. “First, tell me why you left Timbor.”
“I was forced out because my cousin is a traitor. He stole my position as head of the Miners’ Union.”
“You were the president of the Miners? What did that mean?”
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