Sammuel’s heart pounded in his chest, wanting it now, needing it all.
An amused smile curled the Act’huran’s lips. “Go on, do what you must. Your body craves more of me. That is natural, especially in the beginning.”
Not needing any more encouragement, Sammuel quickly changed position so he lay with his feet at the head of the bed. As he engulfed Ker’s cock again, that sweet taste hit his tongue and he felt the buzz return, the calming peace, his body relaxing.
That is, until Ker’s hot lips took his cock into his mouth.
Sammuel groaned at the sensation, unable to release Ker as his own need took over. He buried his face deep into Ker’s groin, feeling his heavy, smooth sac brush against his nose. Ker’s tongue swept up and down Sammuel’s shaft, then he released him and licked his balls.
“You are delicious,” Ker whispered against his flesh. “I want you to come for me again.”
Sammuel’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as Ker swallowed him. His cock almost immediately exploded, an orgasm even stronger than the one he just had rocking his body.
Ker moaned, then his cock hardened before he also came. Nearly dizzy from the pleasure in his own body’s reaction, with the added treat of Ker’s release, Sammuel’s mind retreated as his body pressed against Ker’s, sucking, licking, needing this almost more than breath.
After several minutes, Ker released him and lay back. “That was absolutely amazing, love.” His fingers tangled in Sammuel’s hair. “Enough. Release me.”
He didn’t want to. Finally, Ker managed to grab a handful of Sammuel’s short hair and haul him up the bed. “I cannot do more if you do not let me out of this bed,” he said, sounding amused.
Ker climbed out of bed. Standing next to it, he grabbed Sammuel’s hips and easily shifted him over to the edge so he stood between his legs.
Ker grabbed his cock and began stroking it, milking it again, slicking his pre-come over it with his hand.
His voice grew stern. “This is it. If you wish me to stop what we have started, this is your absolute last chance to do so.”
Sammuel shook his head.
“Then tell me what you want.”
His heart racing, he heard himself say the words. “I want you. I want to be yours.”
Ker smiled as he reached between Sammuel’s legs and found his virgin rosette. He started rubbing it, lubing it, preparing it. Ker’s juices felt warm against his skin. At the sensation, his own cock hardened again.
“That is a very good sign,” Ker said, noting his reaction. “I had heard human men were not able to keep up with Act’hurans. I can see that information was wrong. Or else your body is accepting me very quickly.” He worked more of his juices into Sammuel, his fingers gently probing.
“Pull your legs up,” Ker ordered.
Sammuel hooked his hands behind his knees and drew his legs up to his chest, fully exposing himself.
Ker sucked in a sharp breath. “Gods, that is beautiful.” He stroked Sammuel’s sac and cock before returning his attention to his ass. “This will not hurt, but it must be hard and fast and deep.” Sammuel felt Ker’s hard cock press against his opening.
The thought that he should struggle and fight briefly crossed his mind before his body beat it into submission. Open, vulnerable, he stared up into Ker’s eyes.
“Ask me,” Ker ordered.
“Please, fuck me!”
Before he finished the sentence, and before he could wonder how Ker would manage to stuff that gigantic cock inside him without ripping him apart, Ker’s hips shot forward and he sank his full length inside Sammuel’s ass.
Sammuel cried out, but from shock at the sudden intrusion, not in pain. Maybe Ker’s natural lubrication eased what should have been a nearly excruciating experience with so little preparation.
Ker held still, his balls pressing against Sammuel’s ass. “Are you okay? Any pain?”
“Please don’t stop!” he blurted out.
Ker smiled. “Then I will not stop. Not until I have fucked you well and deeply and marked you completely as mine.” He grabbed Sammuel’s hips and proceeded to do just that. The entire bed shook as Ker’s stiff cock slammed into him time and again, faster, harder, his balls slapping Sammuel’s ass and his own rigid cock waving between his legs.
Then with a loud roar, Ker thrust one last time and Sammuel felt it, a hot flood of seed filling his body as Ker’s cock throbbed and swelled inside him.
Ker leaned forward, pressing Sammuel’s thighs into his chest as he deeply kissed him. “Relax,” he gasped, winded. “We shall be here quite a while.”
“What’s happening?”
“For the first mating, my cock locks me inside you for a while.”
Sammuel shifted a little and felt something hard pressing against a sweet spot inside him. His own cock throbbed in response. “Will that happen all the time?”
“After this time, only when I will it.” He grinned. “Perhaps there will be times I need to remind you that you belong to me and I shall take you like this.” He bumped his hips against Sammuel, drawing another low, needy moan from him.
Ker stood up and pulled Sammuel’s legs around his hips. Then he grabbed him by the arm and hauled him up, holding him, carrying him from the bed over to a chair by his desk where he sat with Sammuel still impaled in his lap.
Sammuel tried to get over feeling small next to this huge and powerful man, but the weight of his body driving Ker’s cock even deeper into his darkest recesses overwhelmed him. He dropped his head to Ker’s shoulder and tried to rock his hips against Ker. Ker slapped his ass.
“Stop. It is not your turn.” Still, he sounded amused.
In his life, Sammuel had never, ever, begged for anything before. From anyone.
Until now.
“Please,” he whispered, feeling desperate as the sensation of that hard knot digging into him drove him nearly mad with need. “Dammit, Ker, please!”
Ker’s hands stroked his flesh. “Not yet,” he soothed. “Relax, enjoy it.”
And still Sammuel felt that deep throbbing, accompanied by the sinfully enjoyable hot flood of Ker’s juices still pumping into his body.
“What’s happening?” he asked. “What is this doing to me?”
Ker’s hands still stroked his back. “I told you, it is joining us. Your body will begin to change.”
Sammuel didn’t know how long they sat there like that, and he didn’t care. Finally, Ker stood and carried him into the head where he stepped into the shower. “Put your legs down,” he said.
With his arms still draped around Ker’s neck, he did, feeling wobbly and weak. Ker’s cock finally softened and slid out of his ass. He thought for sure he’d be sore, but all he felt was a loss, wanting to be connected to him again.
With one arm around Sammuel, Ker reached over and started the shower. “It is okay,” he assured him. “I will not let you go.”
Sammuel let Ker wash him as he closed his eyes and tried to process what had happened. Jesus, a day ago he was leading his forces into an attack, and now…
And now.
Now he was…
What?
“Does this make me your slave?” he asked.
Ker chuckled. “No, you are not a slave.” His hand hesitated on Sammuel’s ass. “You are my mate, my love, my partner. My reason for living from this day forward. But you are my t’arn, meaning I am your Master.”
Ker’s comment back at the cave returned to Sammuel. “How can you be my Master if I’m not a slave?”
“Semantics again. I am the dominant anchor of our coupling, hopefully one day to become a triad. It is my job to not just love you, but to protect and provide for you. To teach you our ways. When you one day find the one who will complete us, you will be their Master too, even though in my eyes you will both be my t’wren. It will be your duty to bring that person in who sings to your soul, to love and instruct them the way I love and instruct you.”
“How old are you?”
> Ker kissed the top of his head. “Very young by my people’s standards. Old by yours. I am two hundred and ten Earth years old.”
Sammuel’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I told you, we live a very long time. So shall you. We rarely get sick, we age slowly. Most untimely deaths are due to severe injury. As a result, our race can control its fertility to prevent overpopulation. There is so much I must teach you.”
“I…I’m not going to age?”
“Oh, you will age, but even now your body is changing. Your aging will dramatically slow. It will take you decades or longer to even look a year older.”
Holy crap.
Sammuel didn’t know if he wanted an answer to this question, but he felt he had to ask it. “How many people have you been with before?”
Ker smiled. “None. I told you, we mate for life.”
The revelation staggered Sammuel. “All these years, and you’re telling me you were a fucking virgin?”
“If that word means never having relations with someone, then yes, you are correct.”
Strength eventually returned to Sammuel’s legs, allowing him to stand on his own. Ker’s hands skillfully washed him, exploring, probing him, only adding to Sammuel’s need.
“Turn around. Place your hands against the wall,” Ker ordered.
Sammuel complied.
Ker knelt behind him and, after rinsing the soap from him, he nudged Sammuel’s feet even wider apart. “Come if you can,” he said before his mouth engulfed his balls.
Sammuel groaned and pressed his forehead against the wall. His eyes closed as Ker’s hand fisted his cock. Then, the delicious sensation of Ker’s tongue rimming him and probing his anus finished him off. He bucked his hips as he climaxed, coming hard and long until his legs felt shaky again.
Ker sat back and chuckled. “I believe you enjoyed that. I shall have to remember that.”
He stood and took him like that after lubing Sammuel’s rim with his juices again. With his chest pressed against Sammuel’s back, Ker reached around him and stroked his cock until it grew hard. “I promised you this time you would come many times.”
Sammuel couldn’t think, his ass erotically stretched by the enormous cock possessing him, the warm flood of Ker’s juices already starting again.
His hands curled into fists against the shower wall.
“Come for me,” Ker ordered.
His body obeyed. Then Ker seemed to impossibly get him hard again almost immediately. “I can’t,” Sammuel protested. “No more, I can’t.”
“Oh, you can, and you will.”
By the time Ker finished with him, Sammuel lost track of how many times he climaxed. It should be impossible. Ker was right that his body was already changing. Ker wrapped his arms around him and thrust, finishing, another hot flood of juices filling him from the inside out and inflaming his body’s need yet again.
He let his head limply rest against Ker’s shoulder as the man carried him from the shower into his cabin. Ker curled around him on the bed and pulled the covers over them.
“Sleep now,” he ordered. “And in the morning, I will fulfill my third promise.”
Chapter Nine
And boy, how Ker fulfilled that promise, and more.
Perhaps this was what parents talked about when they issued their children their dire warnings, Sammuel thought. “Just wait until you have children. Then you’ll see.”
Oh, Ker would most definitely laugh at this.
Aine fought as fiercely as she loved. They could be at each other’s throats one moment over something inconsequential and be fucking each other’s brains out the next.
He understood a fraction of Ker’s early exasperation with him and his rebellious spirit. Aine was admittedly every bit as feisty and then some. It was not uncommon for a fight to be followed by a spanking over her seemingly untamable mouth, followed by them making love for hours.
But her laughter, ahh, that made every weary moment more than worth it a thousand times over. Her tears came less frequently as her heart and soul healed, replaced by her crystal clear laughter that could stiffen his cock even faster than a look from her beautiful eyes.
Eyes now nearly the same color as his.
Many nights he awoke to her rolling on top of him, impaling herself simply to lie upon his chest and go to sleep again with her head tucked under his chin. Usually leaving him wide awake but pleased to know he was her source of security and peace. Her hair grew out, not nearly long enough to braid, still beautiful as it swept her shoulders.
They spent very little time outside his cabin. Even if not making love, he preferred the private sanctuary of her presence unmarred by any other. Soon, it would be the three of them. She was already learning their language, no expert in it, but he had no doubt she one day would be.
He closed his eyes and summoned Ker’s face to his mind, his heart throbbing with longing, wanting him, needing him more than ever. He hated leaving him, especially for long periods of time, but he enjoyed the missions and Ker never wanted to deny him that.
Perhaps now, with their t’wren to train, he would not feel wanderlust anymore.
The morning of their arrival at the Ab’yoika Maru, he donned his full uniform. Jarl found a plain deck coat for Aine to wear over Sammuel’s shirt and the trousers she usually wore when venturing outside their cabin.
Once the docking signal sounded, he reached for her hand. “Ready?”
“What if he doesn’t like me?”
He pulled her to him, wishing he could immediately erase her fear. “He will love you as much as I do. Let us go to him so you may see for yourself.”
* * * *
She shouldered her beloved knapsack and let Sammuel lead her through the ship to the hatch. The Ab’yoika Maru’s docking bay was more than large enough to berth several ships the size of the much smaller Haltoran-dey. Jarl would follow shortly, Sammuel told her, clearing their cabin and overseeing the transfer of everything to the Ab’yoika Maru.
She felt Sammuel’s urgent need, his eager anticipation thrumming through him like signals through a wire. His thoughts, while clear in her mind, sounded jumbled and mixed in his desire to be reunited with Ker and introduce her to him.
His love for Ker overwhelmed all else.
With sure, confident steps, he led her from the Haltoran-dey and through the docking bay. Act’huran men snapped to attention as he passed without even acknowledging them. She imagined if they knew how long Sammuel and Ker had been separated they understood where his priorities lay.
They made their way through the huge ship, a vast maze of passageways unlike any other she’d been in. He didn’t speak, although he did stroke her hand with his thumb as his pace quickened until she almost had to jog to keep up.
He punched in a code at a closed hatchway. It slid open, revealing an inner chamber where two men guarded another door. Both men snapped to attention when he barked something at them, presumably introducing her to them. She still had trouble with their language although she’d managed to pick up some basic phrases.
Sammuel stopped before the hatch and took a deep, calming breath. He squeezed her hand before he reached for the control panel with his other and punched in an access code.
The hatch slid open, revealing a large private cabin. They stepped inside. As the hatch slid shut behind them, he squeezed her hand one more time.
“Remain here, Ki’ato,” he mentally told her. “Until we call for you.”
She bristled at that, but her nerves told her it might be a good idea to comply. He walked across the large cabin, even larger than some bridges on ships she’d commanded, until he stood beside a very large, comfortable-looking high-backed chair, which faced a darkened vid screen on the far wall.
He whispered something before falling to his knees in front of the chair.
She heard a deep, rumbling man’s voice speak in Act’huran and a large hand appeared, laid on Sammuel’s head.
She wanted to summon jea
lousy, both at being left standing there and that someone else was touching the man she loved, but she couldn’t. The sound of the strange man’s voice washed through her, familiar even in its newness to her ears. She heard it before, in her thoughts.
Sammuel’s thoughts.
Sammuel let out a low moan as he rested his head against the man’s thigh. Then the voice spoke.
“Aine.” The visible hand left Sammuel’s head and reached back from the chair, toward her.
When the fingers waggled at her, she realized she had been summoned.
Slowly, nervously, she crossed the cabin. Sammuel knelt before the man, mumbling to him in Act’huran. As she rounded the chair and the man’s face came into view, she felt desire and passion stab her soul. He was gorgeous, his green eyes and blond hair the same shade as Sammuel’s.
Correction, Sammuel’s is the same shade as his.
The man smiled down at Sammuel, said something to him, and patted him on the head again. Sammuel dove for the man’s groin. He burrowed through layers of tunic until he happily groaned when he found and engulfed his cock.
The man smiled up at her. She stood, in shock, watching.
Wanting to join Sammuel.
“Aine,” he said again, his hand still extended to her.
She nodded and put her hand in his. She belatedly realized he pronounced it correctly. Sammuel must have told him.
He drew her closer, his eyes never leaving her. “You are beautiful,” he softly said in English. “You are a very welcome surprise.” His long, blond hair lay loose around his shoulders.
Her throat went dry. The same enticing scent washed from him as from Sammuel.
In his lap, Sammuel happily moaned again.
His eyes never left her. “He is a little distracted, Ki’ato.” She wondered if he kept his voice that soft so as not to scare her. Then he smiled again. “Normally I would not be this rude, but as I am sure he already told you, we have been apart for quite some time. I cannot bear to deny him this.”
She watched, her clit throbbing. She desperately wished to be where Sammuel knelt. Hell, her mouth watered as she was immediately reminded of her first several days with Sammuel. While her frenzied need abated somewhat from those early times, making love with him still felt just as intense. Sometimes her body craved him, needed to go down on him. Many evenings after dinner she did just that, lying in bed with him while he read, one hand on her head as she happily sucked him.
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