by Lily Thomas
Evelyn loved the fact that his cum was so sweet. It was like licking a lollipop. Swirling her tongue around his head she took him deep until his cock bumped the back of her throat. A really long and delicious adult lollipop.
He groaned above her as his black claws scraped against her scalp gently. “Woman, you must be a dream.”
She smiled as she bobbed her head up and down on his long length. Her other hand came up to fondled his balls.
He let out another groan and she noticed him tighten up. “I’m going to come inside your mouth if you keep this up.”
“Mmm hmm.” That was her intent. She wanted to suck him dry.
He pushed her head away and she pouted a little. “I need to be deep inside you.”
Raever pulled her back up to her feet and his hands slipped under her shirt and around her chest to undo her bra. The clasps slipped apart with ease and then he slipped it and her shirt up and over her head. He let the clothing drop to the floor.
Then his clawed fingers worked their way into her waistband.
She sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers finally made their way to the front of her pants. He did quick work with her pants and slipped those down her legs, as he kneeled on the floor in front of her.
Gently, he took one of her small pale feet into his hand and lifted it, slipping the pants across the ground.
“Spread your legs.” He commanded.
Evelyn spread her legs and stared down at him, her stomach trembling in delight. She had no idea what he had planned for her but couldn’t wait for it to begin.
Raever could smell her desire. Before he even reached a finger forward he knew he would find her dripping wet. She was so responsive. She really was everything he’d been hoping for in a mate.
His finger slid between her wet folds finding her pussy engorged with its desire. She was ready for him to claim her, deep and fast, but he had some other plans for her first.
His clawed finger dipped into her wet center, careful not to scratch her. Her walls immediately welcomed him in with their tightness, pulling his finger further into her wet center. He groaned.
His other hand grabbed her buttock massaging the soft flesh as he slipped a second finger into her and began to pump into her, increasing the speed slowly.
Evelyn’s hands came down to grip his shoulders for support as her hips rocked against his hand, spreading her wetness over the rest of his fingers.
“I need a taste.” He licked his lips like a man who hadn’t had a sip of water in days.
Leaning in he pulled his fingers out and his head dipped between her spread thighs. His eager tongue darted out, sliding between her glistening lips. “Oh, mate, you make me lose my mind.” His cock strained.
She panted above him in response and he could feel her thighs tremble, but he kept a firm hold on her buttock to make sure she didn’t slump to the ground as his tongue rubbed over her clit.
Her hips bucked against his face. Sucking her clit into his mouth he lightly brushed his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as her body quaked with her need.
“I’m going to cum.”
Both of his hands gripped her buttocks lending her the support she needed as she quaked around his face, coming all around him. Glancing up as his tongue continued to stroked over her clit he watched her face blush as she came. Her pert tits were within reach, and soon he would send them a-bouncing.
She slumped as she finished and he smiled. “You’re so responsive. Let’s see what happens when you take my cock.”
He scooped her up in his arms before she could utter a word and brought her over to the bed where he laid down on his back and pulled her on top of him.
Reaching between them she grasped his cock in her hand, her emerald eyes gone a shade darker with desire and pumped him in long hard thrusts.
He groaned as his hips met her hand eagerly. She was going to make him explode right there over his chest. He halted her with a hand on top of hers. “I’ve got other plans for you.” He growled. He wanted to pump his seed deep into her pussy rather than all over his chest. “I want to see your tits bounce as I hammer into your pussy.”
Raever grabbed a hold of her hips and slammed her down on his aching cock. Her wet center encompassed him drawing his cock all the way to the hilt. He watched as her mouth popped open as she moaned her excitement. Using one hand to pump her tight pussy over his cock, his other hand made its way to one of her bouncing tits. He couldn’t resist its draw.
Pinching her nipple between his fingers he rolled the tight bud.
Evelyn couldn’t believe what he could do to her body. Her head thrashed on her shoulders as she rocked her hips over his cock, loving the way it filled her to the brim. She was powerless to control herself. Her body had a mind of its own.
“Raever, you make me lose my mind.”
“As it should be.”
It sounded like he was close to coming inside her.
She was being fucked by her dream man. A strong Vrak’rir who was confident in the arena as well as in the bedroom and oh-so-dangerous. She had one of the most dangerous species between her thighs and she couldn’t think of anything better.
“You’re my dream.” She sighed as she threw her hands behind her and onto his thighs giving her leverage to pump his cock in and out of her pussy.
Evelyn didn’t think she could get any wetter but every time his cock came out and went back in it felt like it was getting slicker, moving faster and faster.
Her pussy began to milk his cock as it clenched around his hard length. Sweat began to bead up on her chest as she thrust against him harder. “I’m going to cum!” She screamed.
“Cum around me. Take my seed deep into you.”
Her pussy clenched around him and her head rolled as stars flew over her vision. Raever grunted as he shot his cum deep into her.
As they finished she pushed up off his legs and went forward to land on his chest. Their skin was slick with their desire and the force of their joining. Her hands gently ran over his black swirling tattoos.
“So, I’m your dream?”
She laughed. “You are.”
“Good to know.” He sounded mighty satisfied with himself and he should be. He was her dark blue sex god and she was into it.
“You two really need to stop kicking me out of the room.” Demard grumped the next morning as all three of them walked over to the board that listed all the fights for the upcoming day and who would be in those fights.
“I think I might have a crick in my back from sleeping in the corridor.” He placed his hand on his back and grimaced.
Evelyn ignored Demard. Last night had been too great to pass up. She felt bad he hadn’t slept in his bed, but she was feeling looser and happier now that she’d been showered in good sex.
And even though he liked to gripe like a child, she thought it was fun to see too different sides to the Vrak’rir. Demard was light hearted and lightened the mood, not that she was fooled. He would be just as dangerous as Raever in a fight.
“I really hope we aren’t on the list.” She pressed her hands together in front of her chin.
Raever looked down at her. “Don’t hold your breath. I’m a favorite of the crowd, and I’m getting close to winning my freedom. I rarely get a day off, and the Frirens will know you are now mine which means we will be listed in the same fights.”
“Ah.” Evelyn wasn’t sure when she should tell him that the Frirens probably would never let her out of the arena. They meant for her to experience it first hand and then die here. He might win his freedom, but he wasn’t going to be bringing his mate with him when he left. Yeah… she wasn’t sure she could break news like that.
“I think she likes it here. She doesn’t sound too thrilled about leaving.” Demard caught her reserved manner.
“No,” she rushed to fill in, “I’d be overjoyed to leave this place far behind.”
“No way!”
“What?”
She looked at Demard who was staring at the board in front of them with wide eyes.
Was a shocked Vrak’rir a good sign?
“Demard and I will be fighting as a pair.” Raever looked pleased as she turned to look at him. “This should be an easy fight, but they don’t list our opponents, so we’ll just have to see who they pit us against.”
It was a good sign.
“Do I have to go?” She glanced up and saw her name still listed as the “prize”. “Guess that would be a yes.” She glowered at the word. It was so offensive. Like she wasn’t worth anything.
“Worried?”
“With two Vrak’rir helping me, what do I have to be afraid of?” She wasn’t quite answering the question, because she was still worried she might get killed despite their best efforts.
“Just make sure you keep out of harm’s way.” Raever warned her.
She eyed him. His big blue self might be handsome, but he was a bit irritating. “I won my own arena challenge the other day because I was smart.” She cocked a hip and held a hand up to stop him before he could open his mouth. “I think I can handle myself at least enough to keep me from doing something stupid.”
Demard smirked. “That was you?” He smacked Raever on the back. “Didn’t I tell you human women could be surprisingly strong?”
“Yeah. Surprisingly strong.” She glared at Raever as she repeated Demard’s words.
“Did I accidently step into something?” Demard glanced between the both of them suddenly feeling awkward.
“He thinks it was pure luck, and even if it was, it doesn’t mean he should diminish what I accomplished.” She folded her arms in front of her chest. “I managed to keep myself alive that day and instead of saying good job he laughed at me.”
“Would you like a sword?” Raever asked hotly.
Demard eased away from them. “I’m going to get ready and see you both at the gate.” And then he fled their tense presence.
“What is your problem with human women?”
“You’re weak.”
“Well, I’m sorry you’re mated to me then.” Evelyn had enough and stormed off. She was going to arm herself and prove him wrong. She didn’t want to kill, but neither did she want to die. And now she was mated to a Vrak’rir who had something against human women, maybe even humans in general. Damn him! She’d been so happy to be mated to a Vrak’rir and he was wrecking that sweet bliss. Her dream Vrak’rir wasn’t supposed to be a stubborn sexist pig. He was supposed to support her in her endeavors.
Raever wasn’t sure why she was so angry with him. Human women were weaker. It wasn’t like he was trying to insult her, he was just stating a truth about her species versus his. It was a fact, nothing more nothing less.
“Where’s your mate?” Demard asked as he walked up to the gate.
“I saw her getting her hands on a weapon other than the dagger she’s been toting around. She should be here soon enough.”
“You probably shouldn’t call your mate weak. Compliments work better than insults, especially if you ever want to have sex again.”
“I don’t need relationship advice from a man who hasn’t found his mate yet. For all we know you won’t have better luck romancing your mate than I am with mine.” He grumped.
Demard was right though, he should probably keep his opinions to himself. Or give her time to impress him. He was willing to admit he might be wrong about her, but neither did he need her thinking she was an awesome fighter just because she had enough luck to win one fight.
Evelyn strode over to them with a spear clutched tightly in one hand.
Now was his chance to compliment her on her weapon choice.
“Good weapon choice.” Demard smiled at her. Raever glared at his friend. Demard noticed and shrugged his shoulders while raising his hands in the air. “What?”
“He probably disagrees, because women can’t pick the right weapon for themselves.” His mate ground out, glaring daggers at him with her gorgeous jade eyes.
“Actually, I was going to tell you your choice was good. It is something lightweight that you can use from a distance. If you do get in over your head you will be able to keep space between you and your attacker for one of us to come to your aide.”
“Wow, finally a compliment out of your mouth.” She leaned back and moved head in a side to side manner that looked like she was being aggressive.
His eyes narrowed. She had a sarcastic tone to her words, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong now. “Do be safe.” He told her, and then held up his hand before she could speak. “Not because you can’t handle yourself out there, but because I don’t want to lose my mind because my mate was butchered right in front of my face. I wouldn’t be able to live after witnessing such a thing.”
Her emerald eyes softened a bit. At least she knew what mates meant to Vrak’rir and he hoped that knowledge would keep her away from the main fighting.
“I also have my hidden dagger for anyone who gets too close for comfort.” She pointed to the slight bulge on the side of her pants where it was hidden. “Besides, what can go wrong with two Vrak’rir on my side?”
“She just cursed us.” Demard whined.
Raever rolled his eyes. “We’ll be fine. We were born to kill.” He rolled his wrists and flexes his claw tipped fingers.
He noticed her cringe a bit. He’d have to ask her about her past, because he got the feeling she hated him for his warrior side despite fantasizing about Vrak’rir, and there had to be a reason why.
The gate creaked open, and once it’d opened enough he ducked under and strode into the arena confident in his own ability on the field. He was worried about Evelyn, but he’d give her a chance to prove herself, if that was what she wanted, but he’d remain nearby to jump to her aide.
All three of them made their way into the arena and then waited. No one else was in the arena yet. The crowd sat silently, waiting for the Friren speaker to tell them about this fight.
The speakers placed around the audience stands cracked to life. “Welcome to today’s arena fight. Today the Vrak’rir pair will be working together to defeat their mutual opponent.”
The crowd roared to life.
“He didn’t even mention me.” Evelyn grumped.
Raever reached out and squeezed her hand.
“And to make it even more interesting we have a human in the mix, and she just happens to be the Vrak’rir’s mate.”
“You’d think they’d know my name by now.”
He smiled down at her, and she returned it. Thankfully, she didn’t appear to be vexed with him anymore. “In case we die, I want you to know…”
“No.” She held up a hand pressing a slender finger to his lips. “We won’t die today. Don’t even start on that track! I won’t hear of it.” She said over the roar of the crowd.
“Do you want to know what they will be fighting today?” The speaker asked the crowd, and the crowd roared to life again excited about the blood bath they would witness.
“I know you want to prove humans aren’t useless, but please be careful.”
Her jade eyes turned up to look at him and she gave a firm nod. “I have many reasons to live, don’t worry about me being stupid.”
“Here’s what they will have to defeat!” The Friren speaker announced with delight.
A gate across from them began to open and something inside roared so hard that the entire arena shook with the force of its anger.
“I think I’m going to leave it to you two.” Evelyn backed behind him slightly scared of what might come bursting through that large gate.
Then a huge grotesque beast broke out into the arena as the gate finished opening.
“What the fuck is that?” Evelyn’s mouth dropped open.
The beast huffing aggressively in front of them was terrifying. It was like a giant boar, with tusks the size of a small shuttle, fur that looked sharp enough to cut through skin, and a body so large that she was amazed it’d been able to even squee
ze through the arena gate.
“Be careful.” Raever warned her. “These animals are much faster than you’d ever believe.”
She nodded as her stomach twisted in a knot.
The alien pig snorted, stirring dust into the air.
She clutched her spear a little tighter.
Then the pig charged them.
“Run!” Raever barked at her, and she was quick to obey. Now was no time to be stubborn and prove a point.
She booked it to the other end of the arena. She’d let Raever and Demard figure it out. She could feel the ground tremble under her feet as she booked it over the dirt. Taking a glance behind her she saw Raever and Demard taking on the furious alien pig.
The alien pig threw its head nearly taking out Raever with a yellowing tusk, and her heart lurched in her chest at the close call. The force would probably crack some ribs. She may not have known him for long, but she’d like to continue getting to know him. He was a bit rough and definitely didn’t think highly of her species, but she hoped to help him see the better side of humanity.
Pausing on her side of the arena she watched how the two Vrak’rir worked as one. They didn’t even have to speak, it was like they could read each other’s minds with how well they worked together.
She felt useless just standing there, but she’d only get in the way. She wasn’t raised to kill people in an arena let alone kill a beast that was at least twenty feet tall.
Demard climbed on top of the enormous alien pig, attempting to stab it through the thick skin on its neck with his sword, but then it charged. Raever managed to dodge its sharp hooves, and Demard clung on to the spines on its back for dear life.
Evelyn jumped into gear when she noticed the alien pig was charging straight for her.
“Holy shit!” She cussed as she regretted not going to the gym more. Her breasts starting bouncing, and she put her spear under her arm pit so both of her hands could cup each of her breasts. She didn’t need them bouncing out of their cups and restricting her speed.
