The Thief's Dark (Renegades Book 3)

by L P Peace

Vrok that vrokker to the vrokking plains of the afterlife. Exposed and vulnerable for real predators to see.

  ‘Let the shirt go, Zoe.’ Daris, somehow, managed to force calm, if not lightness into his voice. A stiffness fell over her, then her arms fell to her sides and Daris watched the pull of fabric change as the front fluttered to the sides.

  The room went deathly, intensely quiet. The males moved closer. There eyes were fixed on Zoe as she and Daris moved towards the lift on the other end of the concourse.

  If it came to it, if somehow Tolomus knew Daris’s intent, Daris could take them. Though he couldn’t guarantee his mate’s safety.

  The men continued moving closer, their eyes flicking back and forth between his vulnerable mate and the male whose word was law on this ship. They were getting closer. Too close. Daris released a deep-throated growl of warning. The males looked from Zoe to Daris, and he could see that some of them were contemplating him, as though considering an attack.

  Tolomus cleared his throat.

  The males cleared from their path.

  Daris looked at Tolomus. He was still leaning against the wall, but his muscles were held in tense lines against his body. Apparently, he had been concerned as well. Daris nodded at the Fedhith, who returned it with one of his own. Tolomus stood straight, then turning, he went to the lift Daris and Zoe had just vacated and returned to the front end of the ship.

  Despite Tolomus’s sudden absence, and the continued gaze of the males, no one attempted to close the distance between them and Daris and Zoe.

  They walked across the concourse and then turned, going back to the lift. Instead of ascending to the floor on which their room was located, Daris pressed the lift to take them down to the level where Nevalis was air berthed.

  ‘We’re going to have a look,’ he whispered as he ushered her out of the hall. They walked around, coming across three alien males as they did. The males followed them, observing and filling Zoe with nerves until Daris could see her shaking. As soon as they returned to the lift, the males lost all interest.

  ‘They were making sure I wasn’t trying to take you from the ship,’ he whispered to her when the doors were closed and the lift was moving. ‘Soon, they will be used to us and less interested.’

  Leading her back to their room, Daris was vibrating with energy by the time he led them inside. As soon as the door was closed, Daris pulled Zoe into his arms, her back to his front. He felt himself harden against her back, his cock throbbing.

  ‘Zoe.’ His voice was calm, but it sent a shiver through her. ‘Give me your hands,’ he whispered into her ear. She reached her hands back, grasping his waistline as she’d done the day before.

  He chuckled, then grabbed them, both in one hand and held them restrained against her back. He wrapped his fingers slowly around her throat so that she could feel each finger enclose her. Immediately, her breathing ramped up, and he watched her eyes flutter closed.

  For all her fears, anxieties and overthinking, when Zoe had the chance to let go, she did so with reckless abandon.

  Daris curled his tail around her thigh and slowly brushed the end over the outside over her panties. ‘Open your legs for me, ahdali.’

  Zoe stepped her legs apart, allowing Daris full access to the seam of her cleft through the delicate material of her ‘underwear’. He stroked back and forth over it, listening to the breathing changes that cued her ramping arousal. When she had reached the stage where her breath was coming out in shaky, shallow pants, he pushed his tail against her ‘clit’ through the material and heard her gasp.

  ‘You like that, don't you, Zoe?’

  An incoherent noise left her throat.

  ‘Say it,’ he demanded. ‘Tell me you like it.’

  ‘I like it.’ Her voice was a strangled cry, and not because his hand was around her throat.

  His tail slipped past the silky barrier of the panties. She was wet everywhere. He groaned, his eyes closing as the musty, sweet smell of her wafted up to his nose.

  ‘Zoe,’ he whispered.

  He stroked his tail over her cleft and covered the end in her wetness, then slipped it back out and held it up for their inspection.

  ‘Look at how wet you are for me,’ he demanded, his hand caressing her neck. She moaned, her eyes blinking and dazed. ‘You get so wet for me.,’ he whispered.

  He brought his tail to his face and smelled it, then sucked the end into his mouth, tasting her.

  He groaned deeper in his throat, his hips jerking in need. He was losing control. No, he wouldn’t allow it.

  Still, when his tail returned to her cunt, it moved quickly, instead of in the lazy arc he'd intended.

  He swept the end over her cleft again, slowly increasing pressure to penetrate her folds. His anticipation to see her there, to taste her straight from the source conflicted with his desire to make her cum.

  Daris slowly tested each part of her cunt. He teased his tail over her entrance, her breathing picking up whenever he stroked over it. When he hit the button, the reaction was powerful and intoxicating. He knew he could quickly bring her to climax that way and already had but sensed the climax would be more intense if he played with her first.

  Resting his tail on her hip, he angled it away from that button and slowly brushed the end of his tail over her opening. At first, lightly, then with more pressure until he felt his tip enclosed inside of her for a moment. When she clenched around him, his cock bobbed and his balls tightened, threatening to spill him up her back.

  He would not cum, not this time. This time, it was about Zoe. This time, he needed to show her who was in control—who obeyed whom in the bedroom. His cock would obey him and so would she.

  He resumed petting her, with more pressure, more speed. Her breathing became more rapid, and she struggled against his hold on her hands.

  ‘I need,' she gasped. 'I need.'

  ‘What do you need? Tell me.'

  ‘My clit,' she gasped.

  He brushed the end of his tail over the button. 'You need this?'

  She bucked under his touch and began to grind on his tail. He removed it and a sob broke from her.

  ‘Is that what you want?'

  ‘Yes,' she cried out.

  ‘You want me to do this,' he pressed his tail to her clit and rubbed over it

  ‘Yes,' she cried out again.

  He removed his tail. 'You haven't earned that,' he told her.

  ‘No, please.'

  ‘Please is a good start,’ his voice betrayed his need. ‘Do you want to know how else you earn it?’

  She nodded.

  ‘Use words Zoe.’

  ‘Yes,' she answered almost immediately.

  Vrok! She was responding even better than he thought she would.

  ‘You stop struggling against my hold,’ he said firmly, finding his control. ‘Because if one hand slips out, we stop.’

  She went still almost immediately.

  ‘Good girl.' He kissed up her neck slowly towards her cheek, finding a sensitive area where her jaw transitioned into her cheek, just in front of her ear. She whimpered and sighed at his attention. He grazed his fangs where her neck met her shoulder and the sigh turned into a sharp intake of breath.

  ‘My Zoe,’ he whispered. He pressed his tail back to her opening and began to stroke it again. ‘I will give you as many orgasms as your little human body can handle. But when my hands touch your body, in any room, any building, any planet, ship or space station, I am in control. You submit to me,’ he growled the last and grazed his teeth over her shoulder again, at the same time he made small circles around her clit. She took in a strangled breath. ‘Do you understand me?’

  She nodded. Daris stopped everything.

  ‘Do you understand me, Zoe?’

  ‘Yes,’ she gasped. ‘Please, Daris. Please. I need to…’

  ‘I know you do,’ he assured her in a soothing voice. He started at her entrance again. She shifted, trying to move herself to his tail. He stopped.


  She moaned.

  ‘Every time you make me stop, we start from the beginning once again. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Good girl,’ he said, brushing his tail over her clit in reward. She gasped and bucked, but when she settled, he was at her entrance once more, sweeping his tail up and down and this time, stroke-after-stroke, avoiding her clit.

  Daris looked down the length of her body. Vrok, he hated Tolomus. He hated the effect walking through the station in this outfit had on her, even though she looked stunning in it. More than anything, he wanted a mirror so that he could watch the full length of her body, not just the top-down view.

  He turned his attention to the mounds of her breasts, cupped in the strange contraption she wore. He had to admit he had a beautiful view. He wanted to find something to restrain her hands with next time so that he could play with the peaks of those mounds. He could see them pressing at the material, inviting him to take them in his mouth. He salivated at the thought. It was an invitation he was eager to accept. But he was not willing to alter his plan. She would cum on his tail.

  Her wetness was increasing. As were the volume of her cries. On the upward stroke of his tail, he flicked at her clit. She cried out and bucked, but his tail was already at her opening again. Again, on the upward flick, he caressed her clit.

  ‘Please,’ she gasped, as wetness flooded from her clenching cunt.

  ‘I am in control, Zoe,’ he whispered. ‘I decide when you cum. If you cum.’ He tilted her head to one side and grazed his fangs over her shoulder again, hearing her intake of breath. He flexed his fingers gently over her throat and felt his tail get coated anew. She was wet enough now that he could slip his tail inside her, so he did. He pushed inside, feeling the soft, wet, hot cushioning of her cunt give way to him.

  Soon, this would be his cock. He felt pre-cum gather at the tip of his cock and, torturously slow, it began to slide down.

  ‘Oh, Zoe.' He kissed her neck. ‘The things I'm going to do with you,’ he promised. ‘To you.’

  He pushed his tail deeper inside her, feeling deeply satisfied when she parted her legs to allow him easier entrance. He angled his tail so the shaft slid over her clit as he pushed himself in and out. His tail was dexterous, but not as much as his fingers. The rhythm he set wasn’t fast, but neither was it slow. When Zoe moved her hips, he bit down on her shoulder to attract her attention.

  ‘No,’ he said when she stilled. ‘I control this. I control your orgasms. You can cum when I tell you to cum.’

  She moaned.

  ‘Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes.’

  He started from scratch. Slipping out of Zoe, avoiding her clit. She almost choked trying to get out her protests.

  ‘I told you whenever you make me stop, we start from the beginning.’

  He made her start from the beginning. Every time the tip of his tail got near her entrance, it clenched in invitation, in need.

  It helped Daris, knowing he wasn’t going to cum. Only this knowledge allowed him to maintain his control. If it had been his cock inside her, he wasn't sure he'd have had the fortitude to deny her.

  The next time his tail brushed over her clit, he felt it twitch. She was close. He slipped back inside of her, placed the shaft of his tail back over her clit and set the rhythm.

  ‘Remember not to move, Zoe,’ he said, his voice sounding stronger than he felt. Vrok, he wanted to see her cum. ‘If you move, we start again.’

  She pressed her hips against him in answer.

  ‘Good girl.’

  He started kissing her neck, then grazing his teeth across her skin. His tail was curved in a tight U around her sex, so when she started to cum, he felt her whole cunt clench before she cried out.

  ‘Now you can move,’ he whispered.

  She ground against his tail, her cunt spasming around him and flooding over him. He grazed his teeth along the most sensitive areas of her neck, upping the sensation, flexing his fingers around her throat to remind her they were there. He gripped slightly tighter. The second orgasm hit before the first was done, and her third and final one quickly followed. By this time, she was soundless, her breath caught under his gentle touch as her body shuddered violently in his grasp.

  The smell of her orgasm triggered his own. He bit down on her neck, though not enough to penetrate her skin. He was determined not to let her know he had lost control. His body stiffened as he felt his balls tighten, his cock jerked several times, becoming sticky with his cum.

  When he was done, he opened his eyes and forced his breathing under control. Zoe swayed against him, completely unaware of what had just happened.

  He smiled, pulling her close to him.

  'Was that good, little ahdali?'

  Her lips turned up. ‘Mmm.’

  ‘Words, Zoe.'

  ‘Yes, Daris,' she whispered.

  ‘Good girl.’ He lifted her and carried her to the bed. Now that his instinct to dominate had been satisfied, a new instinct had emerged: to take care of his mate. Keep her close. Stroke her. Love her. He gave in to it as eagerly as he had given in to the urge to dominate.

  There was only one thing that could get in the way.

  ‘Lie back, my Zoe.’ She did as he instructed. ‘Good girl,’ he said, stroking her face. ‘Spread your legs for me. I'm going to clean you.’

  She spread her legs, more of her scent wafting to his nose. He crawled between them. She was wet through the material, down her thighs to the creases where her thighs met her cunt. He started on her thighs and cleaned them, his tongue rasping across her skin. He cleaned the creases, then tongued her cunt through the wet material, sucking on it to get more of her flavour. She moaned. Watching her, he gently pulled the fabric of her panties over to one side and cleaned one side of her cunt. She had two sets of lips, which he had felt with his tail, but seeing it and feeling it with his tongue, which was much more sensitive, was something else. He pulled the panties further aside and spread her with his thumbs. She blossomed beneath his touch like an…

  ‘Ahdali.’ He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breathing rapid and shallow. He took in a deep breath of her aroma. ‘You even smell like an ahdali. The credits the rich on my world pay for those flowers, and your cunt, your scent,’ he groaned and kissed her exposed opening. ‘You are my ahdali,’ he said, hooking his thumbs on her outer lips and gently rubbing them up and down, teasing, but not touching her clit.

  She opened her eyes, her mouth dropping open and moaned deep in her throat.

  ‘Could you cum again, my flower?’

  She moaned again. Her eyes fluttered, but her lids didn't close.

  Her clit was even like the column on the ahdali, which was considered an aphrodisiac. But this one was perennial and all his. He licked the column, and she gasped.

  ‘Let’s make you cum again, my ahdali,’ he whispered.

  His cock was hard again. The edge had been taken off his mating fever, but it wouldn’t truly subside until he had cum inside of Zoe, claiming her, changing her scent, making her his.

  On Maruzen, when a male found his mate, his female also found her mate. It didn't work that way for humans, and he understood that, but his body didn’t understand why it wasn’t breeding her yet. Why it had taken so long for her to submit to him. Maruzen females craved domination as much as males craved to dominate them.

  They hadn’t kissed yet, he realised, so he kissed her cunt the way he longed to kiss her mouth, stroking her with his tongue the way he'd stroked her with his tail. When he felt her cunt beginning to clench, he latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked her until she was cumming on his chin.

  He listened in rapt satisfaction as his mate cried through her pleasure. After, he surveyed her. ‘I’ve just cleaned this,’ he murmured, looking up at her reproachfully. ‘You’ve made a mess again.’ He licked her clean once more.

  When he was done, Daris stalked up her body. Settling down beside her, he p
ulled her into his arms. He could still feel her on his chin. He licked it, tasting her, then raised his arm to wipe the rest away.

  Zoe reached up and went to work, cleaning his chin.

  ‘Good girl,’ he stroked her hair, ignoring the throbbing of his cock.

  Her mouth enclosed his chin, her tongue licking over his skin. The next time, she caught his lower lip. He groaned. When she went in to do it again, he caught her lips in his, and one hand at the back of her head, the other at her throat, he felt her succumb to his kiss. After a metri, she pulled away.

  ‘You’ve never kissed before?’ The question was painful to hear.

  ‘I'm doing badly?’

  ‘You’re doing well,’ she said. ‘You just need a little technique.’

  She took hold of his hand at her throat and placed it on her hip. Daris growled and put it back on her throat.

  ‘No, Zoe,' he said. ‘I may need you to teach me how to kiss. But I am still the one in charge.’

  ‘Not everything has to be about domination, Daris.’

  He considered this. In truth, putting his hand to her throat had become something of an obsessive habit. It reassured him that she was there, real, and his. He nodded, removing his hand and placing it back on her hip.

  When their lips met, her soft, full lips gave under his. He could taste the traces of her cunt on her lips.

  Her tongue swept over his lower lip, shooting a thrill through him. He shivered and a small groan managed to slip past his controls. A moment later, her tongue entered his mouth. Instinctively, Daris’s tongue met hers, and he became lost in the feel of this new intimacy.

  For three days, they took walks and wandered The Crucible. Eyes followed her, but now, they moved on soon after falling on her. The males on board quickly got used to the sight of Zoe, half-naked and on a collar and leash. They knew they couldn’t have her, so they didn’t pay her as much attention as the first two walks.

  Today, they were headed towards the front docking bay. This was the first time they had dared to go here. They walked up the long hall, and Zoe’s eyes fell on a decorative flourish. Like all the rest she had seen, it was covered in dust and dirt, but underneath that, she could see a brilliant emerald green.