by Vi Voxley
The Prince growled in his throat, deep and sensuous. For a second, even his fingers faltered. Violet couldn’t fight the victorious grin off her face, but she didn’t need to. She too had picked up a few tricks.
“Lay down,” she whispered.
He laughed, kissing her, knowing what she intended for them. Then he released her from the wondrous torture of his fingers for a moment, letting her regain some of her composure. The Prince lay down on the bed and Violet took a second to admire her prize.
Like always, she couldn’t keep herself away from him for long. She climbed on top of him, facing away from the Prince so he could continue preparing her. Even after months of fucking every chance they got – when they weren’t too tired from the last round – she still needed the preparation. Violet didn’t want any pain ruining the sweet, divine hurt of being stretched wide by his huge cock. The slicker she was the better. As the Prince pushed his fingers back inside her, she bent down to take his cock into her mouth.
At least, she tried to, as best she could. At her best, she could maybe fit half of it between her lips and even then it made her choke a bit. The sound the Prince made at that motion was well worth it though, so she did it again. He exacted his revenge by taking a long swipe across her pussy, making her squirm and moan around him. She couldn’t stop her hips from grinding down to press against his hungry mouth, but the Prince wasn’t protesting even a little.
“You taste good,” he murmured instead, proving that by dipping the tip of his tongue inside her. Violet pulled back to cry out, her hands fisting in the sheets on either side of him. He chuckled under her, repeating the motion in quick, stabbing thrusts. She rode his tongue, delirious in the pleasure coursing through her veins. Only when he pulled away did she take him in her mouth again, sucking at the sensitive head. Now it was the Prince’s turn to shiver beneath her, his hands groping her ass. She pulled back with a wet pop and slid her tongue down the length and over his balls. He moaned and Violet could feel him breathing rapidly against her pussy.
“I want you,” she whispered, not sure of how long she could hold on when her whole body was shaking with lust. “I love your tongue, but I want your cock inside me. I need you, fuck me, I need you to fuck me hard and –”
The Prince didn’t let her repeat that. With a swift motion, he turned them over and Violet could only squeal in delight as he turned around to face her. He nudged her feet apart and she screamed in ecstasy as he pushed himself inside. She loved the feel of him, loved being filled by him, hard and hot inside her pussy. The Prince was almost lying on top of her, his weight on her like a hot cave. He was kissing her so hard Violet knew her lips would be swollen for days to come, but she didn’t care. Her hands were around his chest, pulling him down deeper inside her. She doubted the pull did any good, but the message was clear.
“Oh god you feel so good,” she sobbed. “Harder…”
When he laughed against her lips, Violet was instantly reminded of her promise not to ask for what she couldn’t handle. The next thrust almost sent her flying against the wall, bringing forth a feral cry. It hurt, it hurt to have such a huge cock suddenly slammed inside her as deep as it went. So why was she repeating her request?
“Harder,” Violet pleaded.
She needed to feel him, the blinding wave of pleasure already threatening to bury her under it. She climbed the high with every powerful thrust of the Prince’s hips, letting him kiss and bite her neck, answering in kind. Her entire body was wrecked with shivers, her hands buried into the Prince’s hair, holding him against her as she came screaming his name.
He shuddered when her orgasm hit, groaning as he followed her over the edge of his pleasure. Violet kissed him hard when she felt him cum, letting the Prince ride out his pleasure inside her, her hands still fisted in his hair.
Exhausted, Violet barely had the strength to move a finger. The Prince was panting on top of her, but the ever-present smirk was already back on his lips. He kissed her, slow and deep this time. Violet melted into the kiss, overwhelmed by the orgasm still roiling in her system. No matter how many times they did it, she still couldn’t get enough of him. He was her drug as much as she was his. And to be fair, they had three years to make up for.
She told him exactly that. The Raider Prince smiled.
“Yes,” he said, in that deep voice Violet loved. “And have no worries, I’ll make up for each and every day.” Then he looked at her with the kind of sincerity she only ever saw when they were alone. “I’ll give you everything you want.”
Violet smiled, believing him without a doubt.
There was an empire to conquer, but for some reason that seemed like an easy task. They had each other now, at last. The difficult fight was over.
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NADAR: ALIEN WARLORD’S CONQUEST EXCERPT
With carefulness that was as unnatural as it was unexpected, Nadar pulled the claws out of her and threw the corpse aside.
The woman crawled away from him, a confused look on her face. Fear warred with uncertainty, pain, and defiance.
Nadar retrieved his second sword and sheathed them both again. Looking at the female, he felt the same pull as he had before. The fierce fire burning in her big hazel eyes turned him on more than any woman of his own kind ever had.
More importantly, he was overwhelmed with relief.
It made no sense. The woman was his enemy, no matter how beautiful. He would interrogate her and that would be it. If she could provide some answers, all the better.
"Come," he said, watching as her curious gaze traveled over his body. "More will arrive. There are always more Haunters."
The female stood up and raised both her guns, the most maddeningly sexy frown on her face. Nadar felt his body responding to her at once, a smirk on lips.
"I don't think so," she said slowly. "You're just another kind of death. I'm not going anywhere with you."
Nadar stared her down, unmoving.
"I wasn't really asking," he said. "What's your name?"
A puzzled look answered him.
"What's the difference? You want to kill me."
"I won't kill you," Nadar said, choosing not to add that he found himself unwilling to. "Tell me your name so I know who I'm speaking to."
A wry grin appeared on the woman's face this time, giving him a glimpse of what a real smile might have looked like. Nadar found himself longing for the sight.
"I have two guns in my hands," the female said. "I don't think I have to do anything I don't want to."
"Good point," Nadar replied.
The look of surprise on her face was precious to see. The warlord moved so quickly she barely had time to blink before he'd slammed her against a tree, holding her hands above her head. Their bodies were pressed together, making Nadar desperately wish they didn't wear armor.
"Now," he growled, low and deep, his lips almost against hers. "Your name. Don't make this worse for yourself."
She glared back, but no further protest came from her lips. Instead, after a moment, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Lieutenant Mara James, of the Galactic Union's Thirty-Seventh Fleet."
Her name sounded like music to his ears. Nadar backed away, still not taking his eyes off her. Slowly but surely, he took the guns from her, throwing them away. The Haunters had no use for them and neither would she.
"Better," he said. "Now, we must move. Make no mistake, the Haunters are coming."
The woman came along, but the glint of resistance was
bright in her eyes. Nadar found himself liking it immensely.
After a few moments of walking, she asked,
"And your name? So I know whose prisoner I am?"
Nadar barked a laugh.
"Until you don't do anything foolish, you may consider yourself a guest," he said, not believing the words were coming out of his mouth.
Consorting with the enemy. My brother clan lords will love this.
But even the disapproval of his people couldn't kill the reluctance to hurt the female.
"I am Nadar Brenger," he said, "lord of my clan."
He grinned even wider after hearing Mara's quiet gasp. She knew exactly who he was.
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Vi's a small-town girl with big city dreams. Born and raised in Texas, she's always had her eyes to the stars. Telling stories is her passion and when she can mix a whole lot of steam with equal parts sexy alien hunks, well, things just get that much better, right?
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