Passion of the Different

by Daniel A Roberts

  Ryan understood now. He heard what he needed in order to do the right thing at last. He gazed down at the top of her head, her face was buried in his bare chest, her slender arms up and around his thick neck. He stooped and picked her up quickly, cradling her in his powerful arms and taking a moment to gaze with his light blue eyes directly into her luminous lavender pools, expressing love and tender understanding all rolled into one. Then he carried her into the house and walked into her bedroom.

  “What are you doing, my lord?” she whispered.

  “Giving you the proof you require,” he replied, his deep baritone adding weight to the passion in his voice. Then he placed her down onto the bed and his mouth met hers in a fiery clash, a powerful lip dancing deep kiss.

  Wine sweet with a touch of living silk, her lips responded with a powerful will of their own. She was hungry for his taste and making no hesitation that she loved him back as intensely. He felt her arms go up and around his neck again and he sighed into her breath. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, they parted. His mouth was now tingling for other parts of beauty and moved to travel down the side of her slender neck.

  Her breathing quickened, long light blue hair framed her head and she arched her neck for him. His lips found sensitive skin there and happily munched. Her large lavender eyes rolled in bliss, he knew right where to go and how to nibble. Not too hard and not too light. Then his lips moved down again, took a hold of her leather tank top straps, unlaced them with his teeth as large powerful hands caressed her pale thighs with a gentle and loving touch.

  Her own hands found the front of his shorts, the only thing he wore. She undid the elastic tie, then used her calves to take them down, hooked her toes in the waist band when they got low enough and pushed them off. It wasn't long after that when her top sprang loose. Then her leather work pants unlatched at the hip and was yanked out from under her. His bronze skin was like heavenly fire and her mouth flew open and her eyes almost closed against her will when his lips found each of her nipples. Without mercy he licked and sucked, then deliberately nibbled until each rose-pink tip was stiff and throbbing.

  Her legs scrambled to lock around his waist, one of her hands trailing down his spine while the other played in his long wavy hair. His munching kisses made a return trip back up her neck, along the side of her throat to under that sexy pointed ear. Large capable hands massaged her lower back, guiding her hips into a surprisingly comfortable position. She moaned out loud, unable to contain the shudders she felt as he started to tease her earlobe. Damn, that big man knew what he was doing and it was driving her wild!

  His muscular chest slid up over her nipples and the electricity between them was tangible. He couldn't slow himself down as much as he wanted to, not the first time. He finally had his heart's desire and he wanted to feel her respond with the same intensity. His senses knew she was more than ready however, and as soon as his lips reached the exotic tip of her pointed ear, both hands cupping each of her tight ass cheeks in a light massage between her and the bed, he lowered his muscle tight ass between her perfect thighs and entered heaven.

  She gasped, almost convulsed from the shocking thickness of him as he filled her tightly and completely. There wasn't a spot inside that didn't have him embraced as his six-pack abs merged into a pulsing wave with her flat belly. Her back arched with every flowing push, his almost impossible shaft of velvet covered steel calling fluids from her center in large amounts. Her lips found his neck, shoulder and ear, and he responded to that with quicker thrusts, nearly sending shocks of pleasure from her toes to her head. He was so damn potent, her senses were on the verge of overload as she absorbed months of pent-up sexual tension. Her chin rested on his masculine shoulder, mouth open in bliss.

  Her whole body responded to him with such a drive, he nearly exploded in the first few minutes of intense contact. Her firm breasts heaved against his chest with each pulse, her long slender neck exposed to his licking whims and she responded with her own style and purpose on his shoulder and neck. Skin like satin and she slid against him with loving ease, as if they were made for each other from day one. A perfect fit. She rolled her knees back as far as she could and squeezed his hips repeatedly with a follow-up flexing of toned inner thighs. She was slick and warm and tight and full of sexual energy. Then she started to moan with that musical accent with each of his thrusts and his body responded with a will to hear more.

  He was a hot passionate wave of handsome muscle on her body and she couldn't control her voice any longer. Her hips started to jump and spark on the inside with each of his powerful slides, every single part stimulated at once, from the outside edges to the deepest spot that lit up with a special fire of its own. Her moans were not of her conscious will, but a deep physical reaction to parts that had never before felt as they do now. Never had she thought such love making was possible, and now that he heard her, he did something even more wild. He increased his speed and the jumping sparks deep within rose in power and strength.

  Her breathing and hoarse moans became louder in his ears and her nails were starting to bite his back. His hips flared with a building wave of intense pleasure as he felt the small muscles in her belly grow hard, followed with a large flow of hot juices. He knew what was about to happen and it was amazing to him that they would peak at the same time. His own moment almost at hand, he worked her ass with his strong hands, holding her cheeks tightly against him as he powered as fast as he dared without injuring her.

  Her mind almost went numb, his speed and sensations flexed into overdrive, and her hips responded with a life of their own against his. Almost like a belly dancer, her lap jiggled with incredible vibrations as he screwed deep and stayed, sliding no longer, super pulsing that deep special spot as fast as her heart hammered. He was huge, so damn thick! Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back, a scream building with the explosion of sparks that became large lightning bolts, rushing to snap out of her and against him. Her body wanted to sit up in a convulsion of exploding pleasure, arching her back and pressing her breasts tightly up against his chest.

  His lips clamped down tight where her shoulder met the start of her slender neck, munching the tender spot as his climax reached its limit. He jetted his soul into her with rushing pulses. He heard her scream in release as much as he felt it, mind-blowing to him as his body jumped with spasms of pure love for her, filling her with his heated essence.

  The lightning strikes were bolts of pure pleasure and her heart echoed with thunder. They reached from her stomach down to her toes and up to the top of her head. She felt her entire body jerk in the current, that deep special spot exploding along with the rest of her. She knew every inch of her body was rock hard, her thighs gripping his hips and jerking against his pillars of muscle, and that felt so damn powerful it nearly made her pass out. All through the soul moving explosion, she could feel his heat come into her and a happiness like she never felt before settled into every bone. How she loved him, her heart forming feelings that there were no existing words for, no way to express, so deep and powerful they resonated within.

  After what seemed like an impossibly long time, his body relaxed. The waves subsided to be replaced by an aura of intense calm. The feel of her under him, now a part of him, called to his spirit in a loving whisper. You are the one.

  Her relaxing metabolism granted the mercy of not being pleasured to death, and her whole being was suffused with an incredible glow, an inner warmth that was born of their passion. She was utterly spent and her spirit soared with him on top of her. Whatever magic this was, she didn't want it to end.

  He looked down into her eyes, taking the weight off of her by using his hands to prop himself up. He stayed inside and loved the connection he felt. Her eyes found his, locked gazes with a total understanding that words could not describe. He touched her nose with his, rubbed a moment, then lowered his lips for a fiery kiss. She returned the passionate lip dance, eyes half closed and barely focused, glazed by the pure powe
r of what they unleashed together.

  “I love you,” he seriously told her. He meant it and she finally felt it.

  “I love you too,” she replied, the musical words flowing in a huskier tone. She hugged him again, tighter than ever before. She buried her lips into his shoulder a moment, rocking him for a few seconds. Surprised at the strength of her affection, he gladly returned the happy hug, then when they released each other, they ended up side by side with interlocked legs. Eyes filled with passion and sharing their afterglow, they regarded each other in pure joy. She loved his chiseled features and he adored her exotic beauty.

  She pressed her forehead against his suddenly, noses almost touching with both hands framing his face, and whispered, “Lord Za'Ryan of House Ven'Krue, will you marry me?”

  His ice blue eyes twinkled while love and excitement danced together across his features, and his own hands framed her face and he whispered back, hoping he used the words in the right order. “I will gladly marry you, Lady Myra of House Ven'Krue, with all my heart, soul and body.” Then they kissed and their passion reignited with shocking ease. It was a long time before they could bring themselves to stop.

  The next morning, they watched the sunrise together behind their home while holding each other. Just as it was half risen on the horizon, she said her vows. “Lord Za'Ryan, from this moment on, you're my husband, my mate, my soul and nothing but death can come between us. I enter House Ven'Krue of my free will and will be everything and anything you want me to be.”

  Now it was his turn, as she explained to him the previous night after another passionate round of love making. “Lady Myra, from this moment on, you're my wife, my mate, my soul and nothing but death may come between us. I accept you into House Ven'Krue with my blessings and I will provide everything and anything you wish me to.”

  They held onto each other until the sun broke free of the horizon on its journey upwards, the symbolic start of a new marriage with her people. He highly approved actually, though his own people would have done this differently, he was sure. Keeping it to her culture made it feel complete for her. He wouldn't have it any other way as he felt complete as well. Slightly less than a year, and the woman who overcame her fear of the unknown, found him and offered assistance through compassion was now his loving wife. He felt light-headed, almost dizzy with happiness.

  It was here he wrote off his past completely, satisfied with his current life and the building of new memories that were filled with promise. Even if he learned he had a family elsewhere, recalled everything there was, he couldn't leave her. Whatever his past personality had been was mostly buried and he was glad for it. He felt he always lived a good life, that he never did anything evil to others and accepted his gut feeling over that gladly. This was a beautiful new start, a beginning that maybe could have been done better, but the end results were highly satisfying.

  Chapter Five - Domestication

  Ryan finished weeding the entire acre of corn that swayed in the wind, ensuring a sweet flavor since the small underlying weeds wouldn’t take any extra nutrients out of the ground. They would be ripe in one more week. He felt happy. He had Myra, a nice home with plenty of food and water. A whole month and a half had gone by and no repercussions from Avrohom or his guards. His love life more than improved, it blossomed into one of the best things that could ever have happened to him.

  He put the hoe and rake away, then toweled off his bare upper body as he preferred to sweat without wearing any of the nice shirts Myra made for him. As he made his way to the house and opened the front door, he was tackled by a fast-moving blur of bundled green clothes, pale skin and silky light blue hair. Upon impact, she hooked her foot behind his ankle and he went crashing down on his back, making a thud in the soft earth.

  “You’re home early,” he got out between her kisses, glad now more than ever he decided not to pave the pathway to their door with flat stones.

  “I missed you, my lord,” she explained, her happiness making her musical accent almost too thick to understand. Then she propped her arms up on his chest and looked down at him, drinking in his light blue eyes with a huge smile. “I’m home early because I got some serious good news.”

  “Tell me,” he mock begged and she giggled.

  “I sold our entire crop of corn to Duke Haz'Bolian for five gold!” She kissed him five times on his face and then let him stand up. He inhaled deeply, highly impressed. She explained quickly, the excitement lending her voice a squeal every few words. “He likes to buy in volume, always knew about my farm before but I never had enough for him to be happy about. Since you increased our farm size, he wants what we got! Five whole gold!”

  “That’s five hundred silver, isn’t it?” he asked foolishly. He already knew, but he had to hear it from her to make sure it was real.

  “Damned right it is,” she announced energetically. “We’re rich, my lord. All because of you. Are you ready for the second set of good news?”

  “You held out on me?” he playfully accused her, eyebrows raised with a wicked grin. “You remember what happens when you hold out on me?” He took a step towards her, she skipped back out of reach and raised her finger while cocking her head to the right. Her eyes narrowed while she tried to fight down a dose of nervous flight.

  “This thing you call tickling is evil,” she warned him. “Don’t tickle me, I mean it.” She took another step back as he took another towards her. His eyebrows lowered and his grin got larger. He quickly recalled introducing a good tickle a few weeks ago when she got the ingredients to one of his favorite dishes and didn’t make it until he saw where she stored them.

  “I’ll tell you inside,” she offered quickly.

  “You sure will,” he replied back, just as fast. He sprinted and she screamed playfully and ran inside the house. He eventually did catch her and tickled her playfully to the couch, her body gyrating as she slapped at his hands while yelling. He relented and then cocked his head as she reclined backwards away from him, but he had her legs scissor crossed with his own. His wiggling fingers hovered nearby. “Now tell,” he darkly warned, his tone betrayed by the amusement on his features.

  “No dungeon can wrench secrets from me, my lord,” she replied with a rebellious bark, then suppressed a giggle. He moved his hand slightly closer to her ribs and she gave up. “You win!”

  He laughed and let her legs go, and she jumped at him, melting against his muscular body and snuggled. Then she let him have it. “I told the townsfolk of you, your unusual size and strength and coloring, and that you’re the finest man I've ever known.”

  He almost surged up off the couch but stopped himself. “You what?”

  “You heard me,” she accused him with a bright tone.

  “What did they say?” He wondered out loud, eyes wide.

  “Well,” she started her tale with a wisp of a smile, “I don’t think they would have believed me, but one of the city guards had heard of a giant man who snapped a spear in two. You know, from that fellow guarding Avrohom.”

  “Oh my,” he replied solemnly. She continued her proud narration.

  “Then the shop owners realized I had ordered more than the usual amount of materials for clothes, and suddenly I had an audience.” She smirked then, then kissed his cheek. “I never had so many people pay attention to me at once. They were captivated by how I found you, how you helped me and that you’re my husband now.”

  He carefully sat up and leaned forward, deep in thought. Myra thought she had done something wrong at first, but then she recognized his concerned look. “No, my lord,” she explained carefully. “They didn’t see you as a threat. In fact, they want to meet you. Some of them won’t believe you exist until they see with their own eyes.”

  His head turned, his chiseled features were mostly hidden by his long wavy brown hair as it fell towards the ground on both sides. His blue eyes gently regarded her, then he replied as carefully. “Where I’m from, people fear what they don’t understand. Don’t ask m
e how I know that, it just comes when the situation requires me to feel it. You accepted me darling, and even came to love me. Are you sure they will accept me, or will I need to break more spears?”

  “If anyone comes at you with spears, my lord, break them all,” she said, her rose-colored smile getting to him at last and he collected her back into his arms. She fairly melted against him, accepting his affection greedily. Too many years of being alone and unloved made her hungry for all he had to give.

  Somebody arrived the next morning.

  They were just finishing breakfast and starting the daily house chores when the sounds of a horse clopping up to the cottage reached them. Her head jerked around, then she ran and took a peek outside. She snapped the door shut fully after a good look and put her back against it. Her musical accent was tinged with anxiety. “Lord Vendegal of the Ocaza Garrison just rode up, alone. I better prepare him for you so he doesn't panic.”

  “He won't hit you?” Za'Ryan asked quickly, pulling on his boots as fast as he could. He wore his dark tan work pants and a gray tank top. That alone could make an intimidating presence just by standing there with a pair of powerful crossed arms. She shook her head and tied back her hair with one of her colorful elastic hoops.