by Lexa Luthor
Charlie slipped two fingers lower, pushing past her entrance. She parted her legs more and gave Kal an even better view. She earned a pleased growl followed by a long rumble. With two fingers deep inside herself, Charlie drove in and out at a gentle pace. She couldn't recall the last time she had touched herself, but tonight's experience was new and fun.
For a moment, she lifted her head and smirked at Kal's fiery features before she dropped her head and worked her hand faster. Her thrusts grew more desperate, wanting both the orgasm and to get closer to Kal. Charlie whimpered as her muscles clenched around her fingers, so close to her limit. With each needy pump, she lifted her ass and curled her fingers to hit the right spot. Her first cry echoed off the walls and forced a snarl from Kal.
Her next cry was louder after reaching her climax and the underwhelming thrill shooting through her body. Her left hand searched for hot skin to claw, but there was only cold marble. Charlie now recalled why she only masturbated during desperate times and sought out trustworthy lovers. Thoughts of Kal riding her dulled her current satisfaction, and she propped herself up with her hands behind her.
Kal was panting and had since placed a hand over the swell between her thighs. Her fingers were rubbing the same spot over and over.
Charlie gloated at Kal's breaking down and sensed that she would receive her payment soon. She kept her legs open for her lover's enjoyment and asked, "What do you wish for me to do now, Kal?" Since learning Kal's old name, she didn't often use her lover's title, but tonight was about Kal's power as a ruler.
"Get up and come here."
Restraining her urge to run, Charlie climbed onto her feet and ensured her leg strength was back before she ascended the steps. One by one, she neared Kal but paused in front of the undisturbed underwear. Like Kal, she peered down at it, and she grinned at how much her wetness on the boy shorts probably drove Kal insane. She swiped it aside with her toes, then moved into the opened space between the Alpha's legs.
"Kneel again."
Charlie raised an eyebrow and lowered her eyes to the bulging crotch that would soon be eye level with her. Again, their initial arrangement was being denied, but she liked why. Once on her knees, she had a perfect view of Kal's hand massaging herself until Kal shifted and lifted up a little. Charlie softened at being offered a cushion, similar to the first time they had exchanged oral sex. She took the offer and placed it underneath her knees, finding it plenty warm after having been under Kal.
Withdrawing her hand, Kal threaded her fingers into golden locks and whispered, "Undo my pants."
Charlie took the permission and unfastened each button with an occasional glance at Kal's face. She grinned at the exposed desire in Kal's eyes. After freeing the last button, she pushed a hand against the underside of Kal's crotch and asked, "What now, Kal?"
"Pull out my cock." Kal slipped her hand behind Charlie's neck and dug her nails into tender flesh at her nape.
Without hesitation, Charlie pushed between the flaps and grazed the hardened length with her fingertips. One of the veins brushed along her fingers as she clutched Kal's penis with a firm grip. She pulled it free from the tight confines and trembled from Kal's thunderous rumble. Looking up, she questioned her lover and received a nod followed by a light push to the back of her head.
Kal strained against the throne when Charlie pressed her lips against the swollen head that was seeping with droplets of clear liquid. The rut, along with the white quima, were long gone—until the next cycle peaked for them. Charlie noticed a less spicy hint but craved it nonetheless. She dragged her right hand up and down the shaft, working Kal's need higher.
"Charlie," Kal snarled and tangled her hand in her blond hair, but she never forced herself on Charlie.
Giving in, Charlie opened her mouth, leaned forward, and spread her lips past the pulsing head. While her hand continued stroking most of the length, she sucked and played with the sensitive head. She reveled in the Alpha's growls and hungry grunts for more. Charlie swirled her tongue over the tip, then flicked it several times. She increased the thrusts of her hand and earned a brief hiss between the snarls. The faster she went, the louder Kal became, filling the alping room.
But just as Kal neared her climax, Charlie slowed down enough to prolong it. Kal threatened her with a sharp hiss and baring of her teeth in warning. Still Kal maintained her self-control in place and didn't pressure Charlie. "You're j-just delaying me fucking you."
Charlie groaned at the truth, then doubled her efforts. Her grip around the shaft tightened and elicited a jerk from Kal's body. She sucked on the head, knowing that was Kal's favorite. Under her, she felt Kal tense and strain against the throne. A few times she flicked her tongue over the weeping tip, collecting the drops. As she drew up her hand, she yanked harder than before, then did it again after Kal quaked.
"Vuk!" Kal gripped both of the throne's arms with her hands and released a roar that went beyond the sealed doors.
Pulling away, Charlie watched her lover topple back into the throne and appear vulnerable for a minute. She stood and crawled into Kal's lap, certain she had Kal's Alpha unleashed. Burning, strong hands brushed along her back, one set of fingers digging into her ass cheek. Charlie whimpered in reaction, then leaned in until her forehead pressed against Kal's damp one. "Please fuck me."
Kal shifted and brought her lips to Charlie's ear, nipping at it.
"Krafka, Kal," Charlie pleaded and snaked her hands under the dark shirt. She moaned when her palms pressed against the solid, sweaty muscles. Her lover's growls deepened, and Charlie ached even more. She was crazy with need and desperate to be fucked, to be claimed, and finally to be whole. Tilting her head, she offered her neck to Kal, who was licking and biting her way lower. "Why won't you—"
"Tell me," Kal ordered, her heady voice vibrating against Charlie's throat. She took a long breath before clamping her canines around the flesh at the base of Charlie's neck.
Charlie yelped and clawed at Kal's hard skin, but the commanding bite was undeniable. She locked her thighs around Kal's waist and knotted a hand into midnight hair, crying out from the bite mark that would not claim her, not in body. Her spirit wrenched in reaction, jerking her back to her brief death when Kal called out to her. She slammed her eyes shut and gasped at feeling the bond between them. It was a bright and sharp strike to her racing heart, and she finally whispered, "Yours."
Kal's hold softened, then she started to lick the bruised skin. For a moment, she purred and hummed against Charlie's throat before lifting her head. "Mine." She squeezed the underside of Charlie's ass. She rose from the stone seat with Charlie still in her grasp but lowered her once they were up.
Charlie was trembling and grateful for Kal's hands on her hips. She peered up and saw the authority back in Kal's features, making her almost curse.
"Face the throne." Kal switched spots with Charlie.
Charlie was impressed by the throne's sheer size, which had to hold an Alpha. But she put aside her appreciation for later and instead peered over her shoulder at her lover behind her. She spotted Kal's long jacket coming off and being dropped to the dais beside the throne. A soft push to her back was the only command given. She was expected to present herself to Kal, who was an Alpha at her core. Everything about Charlie was rekindling the Alpha's basic needs and desires, and she loved it.
Leaning forward, Charlie placed her hands on the wide armrests and curled her fingers around the edges. She bent lower and spread her legs until she was certain her ass was high enough. Her invitation to be mounted and fucked was the last push for the Alpha. The hard tip of Kal's cock started to rub across her sex. She sucked in her breath and rocked her hips, coating the head and enjoying the minor friction.
She gasped when the head nudged against her entrance. Charlie clawed the marble under her nails and whimpered before hanging her head. Her walls were already clenching with anticipation, but with nothing inside her, she was hollow. But then she was given a
few inches… finally. Charlie moaned at the girth stretching her open and hitting her G-spot. "Oh gods. I need more."
Kal answered with a soft push of her hips and allowed a little more to fill Charlie. "How much more?"
Panting hard, Charlie yanked her hair to one side and twisted her head to the right. "All of you." She hissed when the hard shaft reached deeper in her. "Fuck that feels so good." She held her breath while Kal gently rocked and stroked Charlie's inner walls. Her moans filled the air, and she rolled her hips with Kal's motions.
Kal bent over Charlie without ever breaking their dance. She hooked an arm under Charlie's stomach and rested a hand farther up the armrest. With her lips so close to Charlie's ear, she whispered, "This throne has never been defiled until now."
Charlie closed her eyes and whimpered at the truth. She prayed that Kalatas would forgive her for asking Kal to fuck her here, a sacred location. But while Kal's cock stroked her, she was certain the strongest Alpha on the planet had every right. Being this close to Kal couldn't be wrong, and Charlie needed to believe it.
Kal's soft pushes sent shocks through Charlie's gut, and she wanted Kal buried in her, connecting them entirely. She only needed a little bit more and after a pause, Kal drove the rest through her. "Fuck!" She clung to the throne for support. Long fingers twisted in her hair, jerking her head up to the Alpha's face. She didn't fight back, enjoying her lover's dominate nature.
"Was this your fantasy?" Kal whispered, her breath hot against Charlie's ear.
Charlie managed a weak nod and trembled from Kal's strong rumble.
"Hold on, tight." Kal untangled herself from Charlie and straightened up, both hands hooking Charlie's hips.
Charlie's knuckles turned white, and she locked her knees. She started to pant when Kal dragged her cock out and paused for a tick. After a silent prayer, she readied herself and felt the slickness sliding down her thighs. "Kal, krafka," she pleaded, and it was met with the first strong thrust. Charlie cried out and dropped her head forward.
Kal plunged into Charlie, pulled back, and sank into her again. The pace started gentle, then became desperate. Her nails pierced Charlie's skin and sent a shot up her spine. Her grunts started low but turned hungry, like a predator.
At first, Charlie tried to match Kal's thrusts and rocked her hips back but lost focus. Pleasure sparked through her entire body, and she began to scream when Kal increased the pace. Her yells filled the room, and she felt lightheaded from the heat. Her inner walls clenched with tension and desire, connecting her to Kal. She could feel them rise together with the passion and become tangled in their most basic need to claim.
Kal didn't slow, didn't let go, and didn't deny Charlie's demands. She propped her booted foot on the throne and bent over Charlie again with one arm hooked underneath to hold her in place. With a snarl, she pumped harder into Charlie, and they matched cries. With slick and slapping skin, they yelled and grunted until they were shuddering.
The brutal rhythm was all Charlie needed to orgasm. Her cry wrenched free, filling the entire room. Kal paused, then sank into her twice more and climaxed. Charlie felt her body clutch and hold onto Kal's full length, locking them together. Her heart was slamming against Kal's palm, and the aftershocks weakened her.
For a moment, Kal remained bent over Charlie and kept a hand on the throne's armrest near Charlie's own. She growled for a long moment and gently rocked her hips, allowing her cock to massage Charlie's inner walls. Then she picked up her lover, turned them both, and retook her seat in the throne with Charlie in her lap. They were still joined together.
With her head against Kal's breast, Charlie groaned, took deep breaths, and tried to relax her body. Kal caressed Charlie's stomach and inner thigh, rumbling into Charlie's ear as she did so. Lifting her head, Charlie peered down at the bit of Kal's exposed shaft through the opening of the pants. She smiled like a cat and wondered when Kal planned to remove her clothes, other than just the coat. With her right hand, she clawed and tugged at Kal's pants. "Don't you want these off?"
"Later," Kal replied, her voice heavy and firm.
Charlie tilted her head back, meeting the darkened eyes above her.
"Are you tired?" Kal traced her fingertips up Charlie's thigh and her left hand paused under Charlie's breast. "Or would you like more?" She lifted her hips and nudged her cock deeper into her lover.
Charlie groaned, then whispered, "This mission is a big job." She smirked at her lover, who raised an eyebrow at her. "And I need to be compensated properly." She loved the dark glint in her lover's eyes.
"I agree." Kal slid her hand up and covered Charlie's breast. "I like to pay well for good service." Her left hand shifted to Charlie's lower stomach, fingers seeking out Charlie's aching clit. She and Charlie shared a moan when Kal touched the swollen bud.
Charlie jerked after Kal's fingertip hit her sensitive spot, but she groaned long and deep as Kal massaged her breast and rubbed her clit. Both were rhythmic and just the right amount of pressure. She noticed Kal's legs were wide open, so she stretched her own and hooked them over Kal's thighs. Dropping her head back, she watched Kal play with her clit before gazing out over the dais and the entire room. Her fantasy was more than met, and she moaned with pleasure at being worshipped on the throne by the High Commander.
Kal seemed to sense her lover's heightened arousal and satisfaction from tonight's fucking. She responded with a thick rumble, rolled her hips, and massaged her cock inside of Charlie's slick walls.
Gasping, Charlie grabbed the armrests and arched her back until Kal's muscular arm snaked across her chest, holding her down. "Vuk!"
Kal snarled and hissed, then pushed harder against Charlie's clit.
"Faster, krafka!" Charlie ground down onto Kal, who ground up into her. She pushed and pulled against the iron hold across her stomach, but it was impossible. Her skin was fiery, and she was peaking quicker than last time. Every stroke of Kal's cock and flicker across Charlie's clit was driving her mad. Just as her straining body peaked, she hissed, "Don't stop!"
The short pumps of Kal's hip became harder, and she circled her fingers over Charlie's clit with feverish demand. Her growl erupted when Charlie screamed, but she kept going and pushed Charlie to her next limit.
After the first climax, Charlie was swept up in the harsh drives inside her. She clutched Kal's shoulder behind her and begged for her lover to make her orgasm again. Her body strained and clenched, ready to explode. A final thrust tipped Charlie, and the stronger climax tore through her. Under her, she felt the Alpha quake with echoing satisfaction.
Charlie slumped against her hot lover, both of them panting together. She closed her eyes and waited a few minutes to allow her muscles to relax. After another deep breath, Charlie lifted her body, and Kal helped her separate themselves. She whimpered after the head of Kal's penis popped free and the delightful soreness became apparent. It would be a little while before she was ready to be fucked again, but they could do plenty of other things until then. Settling back in her lover's body, she shut her eyes and soaked in the aftershocks.
We totally defiled the throne, she thought with a smug look.
* * *
Charlie climbed onto Kal's bed and said, "Okay. So how does this work again?" She looked at Kal, who was seated on the side of the bed, waiting for Charlie.
"We'll move to the middle."
Charlie supported her lover's idea and crawled to the center with Kal, then faced each other. They were naked and worn from their long night in the alping room. But before they left, Kal had suggested trying a special form of meditation that Kalmar couples often shared with each other after or before sex. Charlie was unaware of the ritual and was intrigued from the start.
"First, we both sit with our legs crossed."
"Facing each other, right?" Charlie shifted and sat cross-legged in front of her lover, who mirrored her.
Kal then stretched out her arms, turning up her open hands.
"Now just breathe," Kal instructed.
Charlie closed her eyes and focused on her breathing pattern. After awhile she noticed where her skin touched Kal's. Their knees were pressed together, thighs brushing, and their hands connected. Kal's constant presence was reassuring and anchored her.
Kal's next breath was deep and long, as if she were lost in another world. Charlie wondered if Kal was somehow connected closer to the Spirit of Kalatas when she was calm like this. Opening her eyes, she saw Kal studying her with a strange expression that Charlie couldn't place. It was gone in a tick, but Charlie had caught enough of it.
"Try to listen to my breathing," Kal instructed. "You're not trying to match it."
"Just listening," Charlie said, knowing that their breathing patterns would be different due to their body sizes. At first it sounded simple, but she was having a hard time centering herself. "I don't think meditation is my thing."
"Meditation?" Kal repeated in English.
Charlie looked at her lover and shrugged. "That's what humans call this." She pulled her hands away and rested them on her thighs. "Sitting still isn't my best skill."
Kal tilted her head, then gave a faint nod. "It is late, and you have a mission ahead of you." She uncrossed her legs and turned her body to get off the bed, then went to her dresser and pulled open a drawer.
Frowning at her lover's sudden shift, Charlie toyed with her hair, then hopped off the bed and searched out her clothes. Goose bumps were forming on her body from the chill in the air, and the clothes were welcoming. She waited until Kal was done in the bathroom before she went into wash up and get ready for bed. The suns would rise in less than four hours, and Charlie groaned at the long day ahead of her.
Back in the bedroom, Kal was under the blankets and welcomed Charlie into the warmth. In the beginning, they had each slept on their sides; then the invisible barrier melted away one night, and Charlie half slept on top of Kal. Tonight was similar, and Charlie sighed into the heat radiating off her lover's larger body. With her forehead pressed into Kal's temple, she relaxed but grinned when Kal squeezed her ass cheek.
