“Are you going to make love to me or keep looking at me like you’re a kid with a new bike?”
“Make love. I like those words. They are my favorite words.”
“You’re the biggest male I’ve ever been with so don’t consume me.”
“You’re the smallest female I’ve ever taken.”
“Um, I don’t think that makes me feel less worried.”
Citun shoved up on his hands locking his elbows to gaze down at her. “You’re worried? You don’t look it.”
“Worried doesn’t mean I’m not interested.”
Citun relaxed and lowered back down. “You are so beautiful.”
“Keep talking.”
Citun chuckled at her saucy grin. Her breasts were white in contrast to her tanned skin. They taunted him, the dusty pink nipple cajoled. Every part of her beauty appeared so soft. Zargonnii females had hard breasts with only the nipple being pliable. All Zargonnii male babies remembered suckling, and they remembered when the breast was suddenly taken and the comfort of nursing and cuddling vanished overnight. Most never got the sensation back. He would’ve cuddled a son for a short time, but Storm was forever.
His arms shaking, Citun lowered his head and drew a bud into his mouth. Soon the rest of her breast followed. He had no idea suckling a grown woman while he was a grown warrior would be so exhilarating. There was nothing soothing about this experience. A baby owned his mother’s breast for a short time. Storm’s would be his whenever she was willing to allow him to touch her. His breath heaving, Citun pulled back.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Storm was gazing at him with an odd expression. “Well, that was a first. A thank you.”
“What else do human females like to do?”
“I’d like to see what’s about to invade my insides.”
“Huh?” Citun blinked when she cast her glance to his throbbing cock.
“The water was a bit scary so I was concentrating on hiding behind you.”
“Really? I mean, sure you can look.”
“I plan on doing more than looking.”
Citun sliced his claws into the bedding when her tiny hand reached down and gripped him. Her fingers were wonderfully warm. No female had ever touched his cock with her hand. Ever. If it had been a Zargonnii female he would be scared she would rip it off. Lower Storm shimmied beneath him until her face was near his cock. Citun had heard some human females would suck, but he never really believed that was true. If she did, he wasn’t certain how he would react. Warm breath bathed his tip; it was his only warning.
Holy fuck, my cock’s having a party in her mouth.
Smooth as the finest material, her wet tongue slid the length of him. Citun forgot to breathe. When her lips closed over him, he howled. Unable to stop, he went into battle mode, bigger, stronger; his power consumed him. His mate would do anything for him, to him. He sensed no fear. During a Holiday there was always fear. Domination could be terrifying. That’s when he realized there was fear, his. He must be careful; he must have total control of himself. When her teeth grazed his cock Citun sat up and back keeping his weight from her.
Gazing down on her he knew one wrong move and he would hurt her. During a Holiday, he learned to temper how much control he exercised, how much fear his female experienced geared to aid that control. He was on his own as Storm happily sucked him to death like she would a frozen treat she called a popsicle.
“Storm, you’re killing me,” his tone was ragged and squeezed from his throat.
She stopped for a moment. “You have to be wet. You’re huge everywhere. I’m guessing you never did oral to a female?”
“Me, no, never.”
“If this submarines going to fit you need to make me so hot I can’t stand the thought of you not entering me.”
Citun gripped her under her arms before she could kick his cock’s ass again. He dove face first into her breasts. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do but he did it. A few raged breaths and he slipped from battle mode. He couldn’t touch her with his razor claws. He lowered his hand to her mound and delved between her legs. A female Zargonnii would be trying to kill him for the invasion. All Storm said was to add another finger. She wanted him to do this. She wanted him to touch her everywhere.
For a second he was worried she was so tight. He’d taken a female who had never been with a male. But that female was screaming in his ear. Both he and the female wanted an offspring. The act, though fierce, was consensual. Rape had been explained to Citun by a human female. The idea was confusing to him at first until the female told him with rape it wasn’t consensual, there was no coveted offspring. The idea was appalling. If a female didn’t want a male, she wouldn’t initiate a battle. She would move off. It was always her choice. A warrior was so sexually excited Citun had never heard of any warrior refusing any female.
Citun remembered she wanted him to make her hot. He removed his fingers from her heat and lowered until his face was between her thighs. Female scent invaded his pores. A female, his female was right there, before his eyes open and exposed. His first taste of her was ambrosia. She shuddered and held still. The tip of his tongue lapped her folds before delving within. His gaze discovered a tiny bud he played with.
Writhing beneath him she cried out while his tongue and fingers invaded her. Citun wanted to stay this way forever but his cock was demanding a release. He groaned as his taste buds and dick battled with the need to be inside her. He wished there was a way to satisfy both.
Storm was calling his name. She began to pull on his arms. She encouraged him to enter her. Not a single mention of a child came from her lips or his. The idea was baffling, wonderful. With reluctance he dragged his mouth from her. Thankfully, her sweetness danced across his tongue.
Rising over her, Citun pressed his cock against her heat. Slow and steady, he eased within her. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he had no choice but to plunge deep. Storm screamed, arching her back but still he sensed no fear. She was tight, hot, and wet. Citun had gotten her that way. The amazement washed over him. He could make love; he wanted to make love. His cock wanted to batter into her until it exploded.
Gripping her to him Citun plunged and retreated until he sensed her exhaustion. A Zargonnii male could Holiday repeatedly for hours. The warriors had only two weeks to make an offspring. Their females were as robust as they. Storm wasn’t. He wanted to bellow his frustration; he could keep this pace for hours. Storm begged him to come. She leaned up and bit him. Her little white flat teeth did no damage, to where she bit. But it did come with a physical rebuttal. Defiance was immediately met with dominance; it was the way a warrior was wired. The emotion was programed into his species.
Citun flipped her over and pounded into her. His arm wrapped around her waist. For a single second he sensed her fear. He gained control but thumped harder, almost pulling his penetration out, while he crooned a noise meant to sooth, to let the female know she was no longer in danger, but she was under his control. Storm relaxed accepting his brutal thrusts. She lay limp in his arms as time passed and he came with reluctance.
When he pulled her into his arms, she stroked his chest. “Let me sleep for a few hours and we can go again.”
Citun beamed. “Really?”
“Of course. That was amazing. Remember, I’m not going anywhere. Pace yourself or you’ll be a wet noodle.”
Storm fell asleep. Citun knew there was a grin splitting his face. She was right. After the Holiday, he needed to sleep for a week straight. There was no battling during his mating with Storm. It’s why he was so invigorated. Gripping her closer Citun knew he could get used to this concept. Making love two or three times a day would be so much better than screwing his brains out for two weeks straight. Because he gave her his seed they could make love for hundreds of years.
Every day for hundreds of years.
* * * *
Storm rolled over and groaned. A Mac truck ran over her, she was certain. Be
hind her was a brick wall, and the wall was snoring. There was no doubt in her mind she was now bow legged. She felt like she had many years ago after riding a Clydesdale for two hours on a dude ranch. Only she was on top of the horse, the bear behind her was way more enthusiastic. She wondered how long she had been asleep.
Easing away from Citun, she made her way into the other room. She went to the replicator and asked for a glass of cold water. She guzzled down two. Her tummy rumbled and she asked for a medium rare steak, then changed her mind and asked for liver and bacon with a side of broccoli. The iron would be welcome. Taking her food, she went and sat on the couch. Famished she dove into her meal.
Citun came barreling out of the room. “There you are; I thought I dreamed you.”
“I’m real and starving.”
Storm shoved a huge amount of liver into her mouth. It was delicious covered in bacon. She should have asked for onions but the replicator was sometimes hit and miss. It wasn’t programed with every Earth food Storm knew and when the machine improvised, it was scary—sometimes things moved. When she questioned Citun how a machine could create life, he laughed and told her it couldn’t. The replicated items simulated the motion of certain foods to be appealing. There were some dishes the Zargonnii enjoyed that were still alive. He then replicated a dish he enjoyed to prove a point. Storm almost lost her appetite when squirming octopus-like small creatures wiggled over a dish.
Citun brought his own plate of food over. Some items were steaming, some appeared cold, and thankfully nothing moved. There were things she’d never seen and gave him a questioning gaze.
“We’ve been experimenting with other planet foods. Before I let you try any I want to make sure they won’t hurt you. You’re so small a belly eruption would be disastrous.”
“Well, I suddenly feel two inches tall.”
“I forgive you; I did a while ago. You were afraid of me. You could have sent me flying. In retrospect that might have been more pleasant then the nuts. You know, I think I killed that bush.”
Storm laughed then covered her mouth. Citun was chuckling, and she knew he’d forgiven her. She supposed after last night, he would forgive her for anything. Feeling a little shy, which surprised her, Storm ran her fingers over his hand.
“You are amazing in bed. I will admit I’m a little sore though.”
Citun put his plate down; he’d already inhaled most of his meal. “Did I hurt you?”
Storm heard the concern. “No, I just didn’t know your kind could have sex for such a long stretch.”
“I should have warned you any attempt on your part to try and take an upper hand is dangerous.”
“Ah, I bit you. Understood. Well that sucks. I wouldn’t mind some rough play but not if you’re going to eat me.”
Citun appeared stunned. “Rough play? But you’re so small.”
“As long as you can control your strength, we can play fight. Storm moved their plates to the floor. She grinned at Citun, then pounced. Her momentum knocked them to the ground where she lay on top of him. He was so surprised she almost felt sorry for him.
“Submit, warrior. Or feel my wrath.”
His lips twitched. Using both his arms he lifted her up off him and held her suspended while her legs dangled. Storm remembered how far he’d tossed the Tonan and for a second, she wondered if rough housing was a good idea after all. Citun grinned up at her.
“I had a toff that weighed more than you when I was a child.”
“A toff?”
“A pet, like a really big dog.”
“A pet.” She squealed and started kicking.
“He wasn’t nearly as cute as you. But way heavier. You’re like a snowflake. A really hot snowflake.”
“I’ll show you hot.”
Citun laughed, and in a fluid motion, she was under him, and he impaled her. She gasped in a huge breath, and he thumped harder. Storm grabbed his arms. The crooning he made before was gone, replaced with frightening growls. Her thrashing eased and she spread her legs wider to accept more of him. Her face buried into his chest and her grip softened. That’s when the crooning began. Submission. Storm never thought she was into that type of sex and realized what he did was different. There was no binding or spanking or other paraphernalia or toys. The simple act of giving him dominance was all he wanted.
When he had what he wanted, he relaxed. In time, she knew he would understand what play was. Perhaps he already did but when he entered her, the play stopped, his want of her was too real. She lifted her arms to wrap around him and pull him closer. His thrusts were a gentle glide and she could tell he was concentrating on his size and hers.
Slick and wet, his entire length found entry. Storm was surprised she could accept all of him. His body closed around her, his weight a cushion fortress. She loved to run her hands over the smoothness of his bare back and ass. His legs were mostly bare of hair, his cock was hairless. His balls were massive. He wasn’t in battle mode as he had been the night before. She realized he had battled last night, with his own emotions. Storm could tell he won.
“Thank you for rescuing me,” she whispered.
“Thank you accepting me.”
“Citun, roll us over. Let me be on top of you.”
He cringed. “You can’t dominate me.”
“Silly, as if. Just trust me.”
Citun flipped them over and Storm straddled him. He looked wary. She dug her fingers into the silky white hair on his chest. Coaxing him, she placed his hands on her hips and rose and fell slowly while he grunted. Storm tossed her head back jutting her breasts forward. As she figured, her breasts were too tempting for him to refuse. Each of his fingers closed around her high globes and he experimented by squeezing each. His uncertain growls changed to interest. So much so, she whimpered when he rolled her buds as if they were removable.
“Careful, they don’t grow back,” she said as she placed her hands over his.
Storm kept her eyes closed and felt one of his hands squeeze her ass. He was so powerful he could lift her and lower her with that single hand. Soon he discovered he could control how fast their motion went. Once he discovered dominance in this position, there was no stopping him. Both hands were now on her hips and Storm was bumped into a whirlwind of motion. Higher, harder, faster, until she was crying out and gasping for breath.
“Citun, my God,” she bellowed.
“Your boobs jiggle in the nicest way,” was his response.
Storm groaned. “I’ll give myself a black eye at this pace.”
Citun flipped them over. He lowered a hand to squeeze and knead a breast while he ravaged her; he went from crooning to growling to speaking nonsense about how wonderful her perfect body was. She was anything but perfect; she liked her looks but that was all. Her normally strong, muscular legs were jelly, and her arms lowered to her sides. Citun tugged her further under him and slid in and out unhurried.
The force of her release shook her, and when Citun roared, he scared the shit out of her. Three more times he brought her to climax. Storm begged exhaustion and Citun came as his body tensed and quieted. Instead of sleeping, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into what he referred to as a bathing room. The surge of water splashed over her after hitting his back. The sound was intense, and she knew he shielded her from the brunt of the force. She was never to go into the shower alone; she was warned her first day the water pressure would peel the skin from her bones. Normally, she asked for a warm basin from the replicator to bathe.
When he last washed the blood from his body, she was surprised by the water’s force. She never doubted his word but it was hard to believe a Zargonnii would want to bathe in a fierce environment.
“Why is the water so hard?” she whispered.
“We have pond scum that is very deadly on my planet. Calm and stagnant water is dangerous, sometimes even to a warrior. The furious rush doesn’t allow the scum to form or regroup. Promise me you will stay away from the water on my planet.”
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bsp; “I promise.”
Citun washed her with the dripping harmless water from his body. He absorbed the blow, tucking her into his chest. His hair, wild and wonderful, cradled her to him. He touched her everywhere, careful to keep her safe. Slippery soap cleaned intimate places. Storm was falling asleep as he stepped from the shower and dried her with his controlled gaze. His warmth was sensuous enough to stretch her limbs cat-like as he set her down. The feel of the mattress was heavenly. His red eyes left no area untouched and she was lulled into slumber.
Chapter 9
“It’s good to see you well.”
Storm stood, mouth agape at a huge warrior. He was gorgeous. Barefoot, dressed only in hip hugging ebony pants. Dark as night hair, a brilliant white even smile, and no nipples on his chest. For a second, she was scared he was Tonan, but Citun seemed happy to see him. She was informed he was Cobra, leader of the Castian and now Tonan Empire. He appraised her from toe to head.
“It’s good to be back in familiar territory,” Citun said. Both males clasped a hand onto the other’s arm.
“I see your mission was a success,” Cobra said while he continued to eye Storm.
“Very successful. I’ve gotten a few transmissions; I hear you’ve added a number of rogue Tonan into your midst.”
“Yes, all mated and loyal.”
“You mean there really are good Tonans?” Storm was skeptical.
“Yes. Many. Too bad Citun found you first. My warriors would have jumped hurdles for your attention,” Cobra said and winked at her.
Citun growled and pulled Storm close. “Too bad for your warriors, not me.”
Cobra chuckled. “My mate Leah would love to visit once you’re settled. Perhaps Citun could bring you to Bagron. We have many humans, males, females, and children. I think you’d like my planet. I have begun leaving the wandering for my unmated warriors. I don’t stray far. My family keeps me busy, and I’m happy to let the younger warriors handle more. The war is dying down. But thank you, Citun, I’ll let the dark warriors and mine know there is still a Gorgano threat. We received your message. Titus was thrilled to hear your voice. He was ready to launch a search party.”
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