Fierce Radiance

by Fierce Radiance (lit)

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “What I know you want. Open.”

  She wasn’t going to. She was going to say stop, but her mouth opened and she moaned as she eagerly sucked him between her lips. She’d never found the taste objectionable with Hector, but the sweet, almost fruity flavor of Jorvis’ pre-come took her by surprise. She greedily sucked his cock as deeply as she could, closing her eyes and using one hand to cup and caress the sac dangling below.

  He stroked her head. “Very good, Ki’ato. You know it is what you want. You are meant to be with us, that is why you cannot resist.”

  Damn it was good. She could easily spend hours doing this. She closed her eyes and burrowed her head deep between his legs, his musky, spicy scent filling her lungs and nearly making her dizzy.

  He rested his large hand on the back of her head. “Gods, I understand now,” he whispered.

  She wanted to ask what the hell he meant by that, but she couldn’t bring herself to part with the luscious hunk of meat between her lips. Then the sound of the cabin door opening startled her out of her reverie. She tried to sit up and cover herself, but Jorvis didn’t release her head, kept her in place.

  He said something in Act’huran, received a male-sounding response, then the cabin door opened and closed again.

  The pressure of his hand on her head relaxed but didn’t disappear. “Sorry, love. My yeoman. Do not worry, he has seen much more shocking sights than this between Master and myself on many occasions. I have instructed him to leave us until I call for him.”

  She felt she should be horrified, embarrassed. Instead, the taste of him filling her mouth washed all other thoughts away and formed the sum of her existence.

  He let out a loud sigh. “Oh, gods, I wish I could hold back and let you do this all day. Master forbade me from self-release when I left him. Only if I found a t’wren was I allowed to climax. It has been almost an Earth year since I last saw him.” She felt his cock tense even more as his other hand also cupped her head. “If you do not tell me to stop, I cannot.”

  He briefly let go of her. She knew she should lift her head, say the word, and end this insanity.

  Instead, she deep-throated him.

  His hands returned, holding her, caressing her, and he let out another sigh. “Then prepare to swallow, love.”

  With that warning she tasted him, hot and thick and creamy and every bit as sweet and tangy as his pre-come. It felt like she swallowed mouthful after mouthful, like he wouldn’t stop, until finally he did. Even then, his member didn’t totally soften like she expected, only lost some of its rigor. And still, the taste! Delicious and rich and—

  He gripped her hair and attempted to pull her off. “You are finished for now, Ki’ato.”

  She tried to keep him from dislodging her. He laughed and pressed his thumbs into the corners of her mouth and gently pushed her away, gathering her into his arms when she tried to nuzzle back into position.

  His hand caressed her back as he pressed her face against the crook of his neck. “Sleep, Ki’ato. Rest.”

  * * * *

  Sammuel watched as her eyes closed. He knew she wasn’t aware of the way her lips pursed and puckered even as she dropped into sleep, as if still latched onto his cock. He smiled when he stroked her cheek and her head turned toward his hand. He let her suck one of his fingers into her mouth. His cock stiffened slightly, only a little appeased by her earlier attentions.

  He could easily spend weeks in bed with her. Hopefully would, once reunited with Master.

  That thought stiffened his cock even further.

  He lay there beside her for hours and watched her sleep. Every so often she sucked on his finger for a little while before her mouth went lax again.

  Just wait until she tastes Ker.

  He nuzzled her hair. He understood, utterly, why Ker had been so certain all those years ago. He remembered his own doubts at first, his mind insisting he should resist, his body unable to. He also understood why Ker had been willing to sit back all these years and let him find his way when it came to locating their t’wren.

  He remembered their last night together, before this mission began.

  “Maybe you will not return alone this time, Ki’ran.” My love. Ker had smiled after his comment.

  “I do not wish to share you, Master.”

  “We do not choose who we love or do not love. Fate strikes us down in the most unlikely of places and at the most inconvenient of times.”

  “Are you saying I was inconvenient?”

  “There are far better times to find a t’arn than to rescue a feisty, temperamental, half-dead human in hostile territory.”

  Sammuel closed his eyes and tried to hold back his laughter so he didn’t wake her. Master would laugh his fucking ass off when he learned the details of finding her.

  And still he would look down at him with those beautiful green eyes and smile and nuzzle his lips against his forehead even as he squeezed his shoulder to show him how pleased he truly felt.

  Sammuel tried to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Aine’s first thought upon awaking was what the fuck happened to my cabin?

  Then the events flooded back with a whiff of Sammuel lying in bed with her. Immediately upon the heels of that, she felt shame for letting him have his way with her.

  Then the craving hit her system.

  She lay there, eyes squeezed closed, trying to will her mouth to stop watering. She clenched her hands as she realized she was draped over the man’s wide, hard chest, her lips pressed against his flesh.

  Her traitorous tongue flicked out and licked him. Salty, tangy, sweet and spicy all at once.

  Something took control of her body, an unstoppable urge to burrow under the covers and find his cock and suck on it. It was the only thing, the only thought that soothed her frenzied need.

  He had awakened because he chuckled and stroked the back of her head. “Be my guest, Ki’ato. I won’t always give you this latitude.”

  Oh, fuck it!

  She threw back the blanket and scooted down the bed while Sammuel laid back, his hands clasped behind his head. Peace and calm settled over her soul as she wrapped her lips around his semi-stiff cock and began to suck. When his taste filled her mouth, she happily moaned.

  He reached down and stroked her head. “I know, love,” he gently said. “I tried to rip Master’s trousers off once on the bridge. He whipped my ass for disobeying him, but then he let me suck him later. You will have to learn to control that mouth of yours, or you may feel my belt across your ass. But not yet. Definitely not today.”

  Aine suspected she should feel angry or at least indignant over his comment, yet she couldn’t muster outrage. She felt too…

  Happy.

  “I am going to signal for our breakfast. You can keep doing what you are doing.” He sounded amused. He must have reached back with his other hand and hit a com button because she heard a male voice over the intercom. A few minutes later, the cabin door opened and Sammuel pulled the covers over her, shielding her.

  She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his iron-firm thigh. He spoke to the yeoman for several minutes, even laughing at one point. Then the door opened and closed again.

  His other hand never left the back of her head, stroking, twining his fingers as much as he could through her short hair.

  She didn’t know how long she lay there. Time drifted away with his sweet, tangy taste filling her senses.

  He eventually tugged on her hair. “Ki’ato, we need to eat breakfast. I, for one, would like a shower.”

  She made a negative sound around his cock, not wanting to relinquish her prize.

  “Yes, love. Now. You are lucky I cannot spank you yet. Tear yourself away. I promise I will let you have plenty later.”

  Laughing, he finally pinched her ear between his fingers and gently pulled her up the bed to get her to release him.

  She looked into his eyes and found his gaze alre
ady upon her. “You are beautiful,” he whispered.

  She wanted to mount him, to ride that enormous cock, but as she shifted position he seemed to anticipate her intent and he laughed again, carefully rolling her onto her back. “Not yet. When the doctor says it is safe.” He caressed her cheek, his fingertips lingering, brushing across her lips. “Remember what I told you last night.”

  She remembered, all right. Just the memory of his words and tone of voice churned her insides and made her instantly wet again.

  The outer corners of his eyes crinkled with his amusement. “I will take care of you after our shower. I still have the matter of training you properly.”

  * * * *

  The yeoman prepared her a light breakfast and hot tea. Sammuel, as she quickly became comfortable calling him, didn’t bother dressing and didn’t let her get dressed either. He sat and pulled her into his lap, one arm around her waist as he fed her breakfast.

  The conflicting mix of emotions infringed on her bliss again. Shouldn’t she fight? Object?

  Tell him to stop?

  After he felt satisfied she ate enough and he took his meal, he carried her into the head and climbed into the shower with her. He slowly washed every inch of her body, lightly caressing the wounds she was finally able to see. They’d been bonded with surgical sealant and would heal as good as new in another day or two.

  He knelt in front of her. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he instructed.

  She did.

  Then she felt his breath, warm against her clit. She thanked the gods she kept herself closely trimmed down there. His tongue flicked out and stroked the sensitive nub of flesh from top to bottom and back again. She moaned, her knees trembling.

  “I know,” he cooed. “It feels good, does it not?”

  “Yes!”

  He did it again and again, not enough to push her over the edge, just to bring her to the brink of frenzy.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please what?”

  “Please make me come!”

  He pushed a finger inside her at the same time he stroked her clit with his tongue. That same magic movement, finding the exact spot inside her, and her insides lit up as her climax closed in.

  “Do not come yet, Ki’ato,” he dangerously rumbled.

  His words and tone helped her hold on to her fraying control. “What?”

  “Do not come yet. I have not given you permission. If you obey, I will let you suck my cock all afternoon.”

  Okay, so she wasn’t immune to bribery.

  He played with her for what felt like forever, teasing her, learning her body. Finally, he sat back on his heels, his finger still deeply embedded inside her. “Come now, Ki’ato!”

  She cried out as her fingers dug into his shoulders, the hardest, strongest orgasm of her life hitting her. He wiggled his finger, pressing down, and leaned in again.

  “Come again. Now.” He latched on to her clit with his lips, and the protestation died on her lips as she cried out, another cataclysmic shock rocking her to her very depths.

  That seemed to satisfy him. He stood and gathered her into his arms, murmuring soothing Act’huran endearments as he stroked her back.

  As she caught her breath she realized she was crying, sobbing, holding on to him as if he alone stood between her and drowning in the sea of emotions flooding her soul.

  He must have sensed her tears were not about him because he buried his face in her hair. “Let it out,” he said. “Let it out because you are not alone anymore. You do not need to carry this burden in your soul any longer. From this point on, your life is about love and celebration, not grief and loneliness.”

  She wasn’t aware of him picking her up and grabbing a towel as he carried her into the cabin. He wrapped her in it and laid her in his bed, and still she cried.

  He kissed her forehead, her cheeks. His tongue lapped at and caught her tears, caressed her lips. “Give me your pain, Little One,” he insisted. “Let me love it from you.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head against his neck. When she felt his flesh under her lips, her instincts took over. She licked his chest, then worked her way down his body. He let her.

  She found his cock, which grew semi-erect in her hand before she latched on and settled against his thigh with a happy sigh. The feel of coarse hair and warm flesh against her cheek, his taste filling her mouth.

  Heaven.

  With her other hand she cupped his sac. It felt large, heavy in her palm.

  Sammuel stroked her damp hair. “Please do not take offense if I fall asleep, Ki’ato. I stayed up most of the night watching you sleep. I will explain later the whys of this.”

  She didn’t care. He promised she could suck him all afternoon, and that’s exactly what she planned to do.

  * * * *

  When he attempted to coax her into letting go several hours later after he napped, she finally allowed him to cuddle her close.

  “I will warn you,” he said, “if you think the craving is strong with me, once you taste Master it will take some doing for us to pry your mouth from his cock.” He stroked her cheek. When she turned her face to his hand and sucked in a finger, he let her.

  “It is part of the bond we share. Part of his physiology.” He laughed when she started wiggling free to head south again. He let her go.

  She sucked him for several minutes before she finally forced herself to ask a question. She found she didn’t mind releasing him so much if she kept her cheek pressed against his thigh. “Why do you call him Master?” she asked before sucking him again.

  Maybe it was something they drugged her with, even though she instinctively sensed that was more wrong than ancient flat-earth theories back on the Terran home planet.

  He stroked her hair again. “Because he is. He will be yours, too. I call him Ker as well, especially around others, for protocol’s sake. But he is our Master.”

  Okay, she had to release him again for that. “I don’t want to be a slave.”

  “You are a slave to your career, to your previously chosen path, to your past and your grief. This is not slavery. This is love. It is every Act’huran’s dream to be selected as t’wren, and precious few ever are. They are regarded almost as highly as the t’amar-te themselves. It is not a position of slavery—it is a position of esteem and honor. Of reverence.”

  She didn’t want to argue semantics. She wanted to suck his cock again, so she did.

  He let her stay there for another hour before he summoned the yeoman. She didn’t even care he didn’t pull the blanket over her. He spoke to the yeoman, who then left again.

  “Dinner, love.” He tapped her on top of her head. She didn’t want to let go but her stomach rumbled, finally forcing her to relinquish him.

  He helped her to her feet. Before he covered himself, he picked up one of his clean shirts, pulled it over her head, and buttoned it for her. It hung well past her knees.

  He grabbed a robe and pulled it on just in time for the yeoman to walk in with their dinner.

  Sammuel spoke English. “Jarl, this is Captain Aine Lorcan.”

  Heat flooded her face. She couldn’t look the man in the eye now that she realized he saw her, more than once, with Sammuel’s cock down her throat. “Hi,” she muttered.

  Jarl bowed. “Ma’am.”

  She started to correct him, to tell him to address her as “sir,” but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

  “Jarl, you need to speak English around Captain Lorcan until she learns Act’huran.” He stroked her cheek, and a different kind of heat flooded to her face…and between her legs.

  “Do you want me to contact the Admiral?” the yeoman asked.

  “No. Not necessary. How long until we arrive at the Ab’yoika Maru?”

  “Captain said six weeks.”

  “Thank you.” He dismissed the yeoman, then held out a chair for her at the table.

  Her dinner was, as expected, lighter fare, while Sammuel had someth
ing resembling steak. He watched her eat. “You have yet to tell me to stop, Ki’ato.”

  She felt her face redden again. “No.”

  He broadly smiled. “We will have plenty of time to talk on our journey. They do not need me at the helm. We have a captain who can get us to our destination. That leaves me plenty of time to properly take care of you.”

  He said the last five words with something akin to a growling rumble. She felt moisture pool in her sex and suspected she might have left a wet spot on Sammuel’s shirt.

  “You have so much to learn,” he said, his voice gentle. “I cannot wait to teach you.”

  After they finished eating Sammuel summoned the doctor. He examined her with a portable scanner and declared her healing on track, but she needed at least one more day of rest.

  If this was Sammuel’s idea of rest, part of her couldn’t wait to see his idea of a vigorous fuck. She used the facility before quickly rejoining Sammuel in bed.

  She wanted to go down on him again. He stopped her. “No, time for another lesson.” He went down on her, making her hold back her climax until she thought her head would explode. Then he made her come three times in quick succession, leaving her limp on the bed.

  He stretched out beside her, propped on one elbow and looking rather proud. “How do you feel?”

  She nodded.

  “When you sufficiently recover, I am ready to give you something else I know you want.”

  She quickly sat up despite a faint protest from her healing wounds. He laughed as she dove for his cock.

  Her clit still tingled from his ministrations, and yet when he grabbed her head in his hands and thrust his hips toward her, she felt her sensitive nub of flesh throbbing again, wanting him.

  “I will come twice, Ki’ato. You are very skilled with your mouth, but fortunately for you, I have a lot of control.”

  He grew hard and large against her tongue, hot, slick and so, so sweet. In just a moment he rewarded her with another thick load of sweet essence.