Merrick chuckled and pushed the sweat dampened hair from her face. “It will fit, love, and you will like it. Trust me.”
She did trust him, even though she barely knew him. He was her mate, he would never harm her. She knew that instinctively. Taking a deep breath, she forced her body to relax. She’d read somewhere it was much easier on the woman if her body didn’t tense up at the claiming.
He rubbed the head of his hard shaft against her wet slit and she groaned, her hips jerking. Would her nether parts never recover from his sensual assault? Was she forever doomed to feel the bud she’d so often felt between her legs pulse with need and desire whenever he was near?
She stiffened a bit when he positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her gate and pressed. He slowly entered her, bit by bit, the pressure growing until she felt her virgin’s barrier stop him. He leaned down, allowing her to grow accustomed to his size. His lips trailed over her skin, her nipples pebbled as he suckled first one then the other into his mouth, nibbling gently. Then, with little more warning than the flash of his teeth, he sank his incisors into her breast and thrust forward at the same time.
The split second of pain gave way to euphoria as she came apart once again. His mind fed hers his elation at taking her blood as his hips began to piston against her. She had no idea why she’d ever feared this act. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced in her life. He pulled his teeth from her breast, laving the wound with his tongue to stop the bleeding and ease her pain. The mind link forged with the sharing of her blood allowed him full access to her mind and memories. He shared his feelings, his pleasure with her as his body continued to rock over hers. The selfless act only served to make her pleasure greater, more intense.
Merrick’s body moved over her, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his neck stood out, showing the sheer effort he made in keeping his control so she would find her pleasure once again.
“Come for me again, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name as you look into my eyes.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her breath coming in short pants. “Yes, Merrick!” she screamed as her vaginal muscles clamped down on him and she felt the throbbing pulse and wet warmth of his seed bathing her womb.
He collapsed on her soon after his climax and she reveled in the warmth of his weight pressing her into the soft mattress. Soon, he moved from over her and pulled her into his embrace. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * * *
Viktor d’Vrai shook his head wearily, frustrated with his current situation. His people had spent months cobbling this ship together based on his visions, based on the messages the Lady Goddess, in her wisdom, sent to him and yet here he was, drifting in space, unable to fulfill his vow to find their leader, Ryo of Kneese.
How had it come to this? He looked around the tiny cockpit, seeing naught. His gaze was focused inward, his thoughts lost in the past. For years, he and his fellow Halflings had wandered their planet, looking for any sign of civilization beyond their own crashed ship.
Unfortunately, the planet, though lush and hospitable, appeared undiscovered by any other humanoid species. At least they crashed on a planet with plenty of wildlife and vegetation to ensure their survival. But, with all the Hienial adults dead before the crash, as well as most of the women that birthed them dying in the aftermath, the Hienial Halflings were forced to learn how to survive on their own.
And now, after years of planning, the fate of his people rested on his shoulders and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do, but pray to the Goddess that someone would answer his distress beacon. Knowing that all he could do now was wait, Viktor tilted his captain’s chair back, laced his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
His thoughts turned toward the woman who’d been haunting his dreams these past six moons. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the last time he dreamed of her. And what a dream it had been.
He stalked silently across the rough unadorned tiles of the command deck, his eyes focused solely on his prey. She stood in defiance, naked, her golden-red hair curling around her waste in tumultuous waves. Her eyes glinted with fierce desire, her breasts heaved, quivering beneath his gaze. His gaze slowly traveled over her luscious form. His body tightened in desire and he ached to touch her.
He stopped behind her, silent, watching her tremble before him as she awaited his orders. His hand swung back, cracking loudly against her ass. Her soft, shocked gasped echoed loudly throughout the abandoned bridge. She always acted surprised, but she loved it. She’d told him so on numerous occasions—at least in his dreams. He would never think to strike her otherwise.
He circled around her, coming to stop directly in front of her. Her breasts were lush and tipped with rosebud nipples blushed a deep pink. Her waist narrowed slightly, just above gently rounded abdominal muscles. Her hips flared out just enough to balance her bountiful breasts.
His cock hardened at the thought of gripping her hips as he forged into her from behind. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated just what he wanted to do to her first. It took only a moment to make his decision.
Viktor backed up until he felt the captain’s chair press against the back of his legs. Without ever dropping his gaze from hers, he slowly unzipped his uniform pants. Her gaze widened when he pulled his turgid cock from his pants. When she licked her lips, Viktor thought he’d lose it.
After sinking into the captain’s chair, Viktor continued to watch the quivering woman standing before him. He sat there with legs spread wide, his erection lying against his abdomen. Anxious to see her reaction, his hand drifted down to lazily stroke his cock.
Her eyes widened and her face flushed as pre-cum seeped from his cock. “Come, beautiful. Kneel before me,” his deep voice commanded. She nodded then dropped to her knees between his outstretched limbs. Her eyes remained glued to his shaft.
He watched her swallow then drop her gaze to the floor. He couldn’t help but smile at her obvious nervousness.
Scooting to the edge of his seat, he held the base of his cock with one hand while using the other to grab hold of the back of her head. He slowly pulled her head forward and down, until her mouth was just a whisper away from the head of his cock.
“Suck it, baby,” he demanded. Not giving her any time to deny him, he gently pushed her head down until he watched the flared head of his cock disappear into her mouth. He kept pressing her head down until his cock hit the back of her throat. His entire body shivered at the feel of her mouth wrapped around his cock. Never had he felt such glorious sensations as this.
She leisurely stroked her tongue up and down his shaft as she strongly suckled his erection. As she swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth, he could feel her throat compress around the head of his dick. It was almost more than he could handle.
A low rumbling purr rolled up from his chest as she continued to lavish his cock with her mouth. The way she was going he wouldn’t have a bit of staying power and he wanted this to last.
He watched her suck on his erection, watched her lips wrap around his length. His chest tightened. His stomach cramped. Goddess, she was a beautiful sight, bent over him the way she was. How could he have lived so long without her, even if she did only visit him in his dreams?
The sight of her like this sent him to the ragged edge. Her mouth worked him harder. The silken friction of her full lips moved over his hard cock, nearly drove him mad. Her pace increased as she frantically suckled his pulsing hard-on. His hips thrust up helplessly, fucking her mouth with ruthless abandon. He was close. So close.
He snarled, unable to help the animalistic reaction. But he couldn’t think of that now. Wouldn’t think of it. A firestorm ripped through his body, from his balls up his spine and down again. He roared his release, jetting his come into her waiting mouth. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth until it was dribbling past her lips and down her chin. Never had he come so
hard or so copiously. Never.
Only once he knew she’d taken all his come did he pull his cock from her mouth. His breathing was ragged as he sank back in his chair and looked upon the woman kneeling before him. By the Goddess, she was so beautiful, he never wanted to wake.
Her lips were swollen and puffy. Her face was flushed and sweat beaded across her forehead. He’d used her hard, but he couldn’t form any regret for his actions. In fact, he’d do it again if given half a chance.
“Come here, baby, and sit with me.”
Before she could react, he lifted her up and arranged her so she straddled his lap. His semi-erect cock pressed against her mound and it was all he could do not to react, especially once he scented her arousal and felt her woman’s cream drip against his cock. He’d fuck her soon enough, but for now it was enough to just hold her.
But first he needed to kiss her, needed to taste her mouth. With as much tenderness as he could manage, he soothed her bruised and swollen lips with his swirling tongue. His first taste of her contained his essence and it was enough to send blood rushing to his cock again. It pulsed and flexed against her stomach. She moaned in response.
Unable to hold back any longer, he plunged his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth, desperate now to explore its depths, its secrets. Her taste was exquisite, a mixture of citrus and come, an aphrodisiac all its own.
He pulled her closer to his chest, wrapped his arms around her until her breasts flattened against his torso. He could feel her rigid nipples rasping against him, hard points against his sensitive flesh. It was all he could do not to force her to her knees, rise behind her and take her now. But not yet. Not quite yet. But when her fingers sank into his hair, his restraint vanished.
He could feel the heat of her pussy against his cock, could smell her arousal thick in the air. No more. He could take no more. He needed her now as he never needed another.
Standing up with her in his arms, Viktor turned until he faced the chair then slowly lowered her to her feet.
“Now, turn around, baby, and grab the seat.”
As soon as she was in position, he reached forward, grasping one swaying breast in his hand. The feel of her turgid nipple stabbing his palm and the thick cream that ran down her thighs was evidence enough to his mind that she was ready for him to take her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as he kneaded her full breast. Her head dropped down between her arms resting against the seat cushion. His other hand reached down to spread her pussy lips open wide. Beautifully exposed, he could see her swollen clit and her woman’s cream as his fingers slowly slid from her channel.
He pressed two fingers firmly against her clit while pulling on her nipple with the other hand. Within seconds, she began to rock against him. Her hips jerked. Her breaths grew raspy. It wasn’t long before her pussy gushed cream. She was ready. More than ready and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer himself.
Viktor took a deep breath then straightened before grabbing onto her hips. Without another moment’s hesitation, he sank his length into her dripping channel in one smooth thrust. He didn’t stop until his balls rested against her and the head of his cock nudged her womb.
His legs quivered and stomach muscles clenched. His heart pounded against his chest wall. She was so tight, so blissfully snug around him. Sweat poured down his back and he gritted his teeth as he struggled to remain still, fighting his inner beast to give her time to adjust to his invasion.
Her pussy clenched around him and he was lost. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t be gentle. All he knew was that he needed to take her, needed to imprint himself into her very cells, so that she knew that she was his as he was hers.
It didn’t matter that this was a dream, that she was only a figment of his imagination. He needed to know that she would never forget what it felt like to be possessed by him. She had to remember what it felt like to have his cock lodged so deep inside her that she’d feel incomplete without his hard cock firmly embedded within her.
His hands gripped her hips even tighter as he rode her hard, shafting her faster and harder than he’d ever fucked another. He slammed into her with even greater force, lifting her from her feet with every stroke. Bending from his knees with each up-thrust, his whole body powered into her. He grinned, relishing every moan, every scream of pleasure he wrung from her beautiful mouth.
Sweat poured off his chest, dripped onto her back. Her gasping moans and cries of joy only added fuel to his raging desire. She shuddered beneath him, met each of his thrusts with her own. It was almost too much. He wanted to weep with joy, shout out his excitement at the feel of her tight channel clasping him so snuggly.
Her beautiful cunt spasmed around him, clenching his cock so hard, he forged through her resisting muscles. He was so close, couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. His scalp tingled with awareness. He was about to come and he couldn’t have stopped now had his life depended on it.
Frantic for release, his hips hammered against hers as his cock tunneled through her sopping wet flesh. Her mouth gaped open on a silent scream as she reached another climax. As her pussy clamped down on his cock again, he lost it, unable to stop the climax from ripping through his body. As his cock exploded, bathing her womb with come, he felt her go limp beneath him.
By the Goddess, he’d fucked her into unconsciousness and still he couldn’t stop thrusting as more and more of his seed shot deep into her hungry channel. Every muscle in his body clenched as he drained himself into his woman, his mate. If only she were real and not his dream woman.
Viktor opened his eyes with a start as the proximity alarms began to blare. He sat up to power up the view screen and reached over to the communications terminal. The front of his flight suit grew chilly and he glanced down before switching between channels to see the front of his pants damp with his own come.
“Dammit!” He shook his head and fought the urge to leave the cockpit and make his way to his quarters and a fresh set of clothing. “Another damned wet dream.” He sighed and shook his head. He either had to find the woman in his dreams or he needed to find another star system with women or pleasure-bots to release the tension coiling within him. Not that the wet dreams weren’t relieving the tension. He was just tired of waking up covered in his own come. It was unacceptable. He scowled and changed the channel again.
“Unidentified vessel, this is the Savari starship Wanderer do you require assistance?”
“Hell yes, I require assistance,” he growled into the microphone. “I’ve been stranded here for nearly a week.”
“Stand by for grappling hook. We’ll pull you into our shuttle bay. Please prepare yourself to be boarded and your vessel searched. We have women aboard and take this precaution for their safety.”
“I await your service. I am in your debt.” Viktor agreed to be boarded. Hell, he had nothing to hide. He looked down at the blossoming stain on the front of his suit. Okay. He had almost nothing to hide. “I intend to shower and change. I am unarmed. Please tell your boarding party that.”
“Acknowledged.”
Viktor hurried to the lone cabin and showered quickly. Now that he didn’t have to worry about starving to death or needing the water to drink, he could waste a little of the precious fluid in making himself more presentable. The last thing he needed to do was offend the Savari vessel’s captain with his odor and his come-stained pants. Damn those wet dreams anyway!
* * * *
Arabella stood on the bridge of the Savari vessel and wrung her hands. She knew her other mate was aboard the neighboring ship. She’d just walked through the bridge-wing door when he’d told them he wasn’t armed. The sound of his voice made her skin prickle with awareness. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and she fought the urge to shiver.
Merrick wrapped his arm around her and kissed her temple. “It will be fine,” he whispered in her ear. “If you want me with you when you meet him, I will be right beside you.”
She did want him there
. It wasn’t until they had come upon the smaller ship drifting lifeless in space that she realized her other mate was a Hienial-Halfling. She knew and loved Ryo, but what if her other mate was as cruel and horrible as she’d heard the Hienials could be? She definitely wanted Merrick with her. At least until she knew she could trust herself with the other man.
Trusting her new mate wasn’t the problem. The problem was in trusting herself not to draw his attention. If he was cruel, he need never know she was his mate. As long as she kept her distance, he would never know. Still, the dreams she’d had of him were wonderful. He was kind and loving, even if he was a bit dominant. She liked dominance to an extent. Merrick was a prince, it was in his blood to act the alpha and she loved it. She would love it in this mate, too, so long as he wasn’t cruel.
They watched the ship draw closer on the view screen as they dragged it closer using the long cable. She knew why they didn’t use the tractor-beam. The deployment of the grappling hook gave them longer to prepare a security contingent. Who knew what awaited them aboard the other vessel?
Crossing her arms over her breasts, she brought her hand to her mouth and bit her thumbnail. The wait was interminable. She wanted nothing more than to get the introductions over with. To see for herself that he was the man in her prophetic dreams, not the animal she feared him to be.
It seemed like hours when in reality, it had only been minutes since they’d made contact. The security contingent stood just outside the shuttle bay and waited for the compartment to pressurize. Each one held their weapon up and ready, prepared for any eventuality. The scans only showed one life sign aboard the vessel, but the Hienials were widely known for their deceptive abilities.
She stood trembling within Merrick’s warm and protective embrace as the doors slid open. The guards entered the shuttle bay, their weapons held out in front of them.
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