Warriors of Risnar 4

by Tracy St. John

  He was so exhausted, it took him several seconds to notice the huddled object next to the dome’s entrance. It moved at his approach, proving itself not to be an object at all. Selena stood and offered him a weary smile.

  “I know what you’re thinking. You’re asking yourself, what’s a nice dome like mine doing with a woman like this?”

  Arga laughed, not attempting to quell the rush of pleasure at finding her waiting for him. “How did you do?”

  “We identified the oldest construction, the buildings most probable to suffer the worst in a major quake.”

  “Were there a lot?”

  “Enough that we spent the majority of the night placing warning markers for everyone to stay clear of specific structures. At least, until the guild can either reinforce or rebuild them to withstand strong tremors.”

  “Yitrow’s among our oldest settlements. What about the temple complex? It was refurbished about a decade ago.”

  “Fortunately, the main temple’s support systems have been updated regularly, so that’s not going to collapse and squash the population.” As the door recognized him and they walked in together, she asked, “How about you?”

  “Evacuations in the riskiest areas and along the fault paths have been completed. Main governmental, medical, and other significant agencies have also been relocated.” He paused in the center of his home to gaze at her. At some point, she’d washed most of the dust off, though her clothes remained coated in grime.

  “I should go, shouldn’t I?” she guessed. “Sorry I invited myself in.”

  “I’m not complaining to see you here. I’m glad you came. But I would have thought you’d be indulging in some well-deserved rest.”

  “I wanted to make sure you were okay after having a building fall on you. That’s what I meant when I asked how your night was. I suppose I could have borrowed a walkie-talkie, or whatever you call your communication thingies—but I had to see for myself.” Her face turned pink at the admission.

  She’d worried about him during the night’s activities. Arga wondered if she experienced the same desire to be close that he did. Maybe it was a mere reaction to them facing danger together.

  No matter the reason, he was glad she’d come to his dome. “I’m sore and exhausted and can barely lift my arms at this point. Even in such a helpless state, I’d do anything for a shower and scrub. Maybe you can help me with the spots that hurt too much for me to reach?”

  Her smile was slow and made his groin tighten. “Lead on, big guy. I’m amazing with a loofah.”

  “What’s a loofah?”

  “Never mind. My hands will do fine.”

  He led her into the seamless white enclosure of his lavatory. A corner was filled with the glassed-in shower space. Arga switched it on, adjusting the heat of the spray for unarmored skin. The multiple sprays came from the ceiling and walls, so that every inch of his body benefitted from the delightful pulsing of the water jets.

  Selena’s clothes dropped to the floor and she stepped in with Arga. She moaned in a way that brought a surge to Arga’s groin.

  “I thought you were tired, big man,” she teased as his cock formed. She stepped close, rubbing her hands over his chest, wiping the gray film off to display his brown and ivory skin.

  “With the exception of that part, I can barely stand.” Regret filled his tone as he smoothed his palms over her back, ribs, breasts and stomach.

  “Make yourself into a tripod. No, I don’t want to see anything that big.”

  “How big do you prefer it?”

  Selena considered, mischief dancing in her gaze. “Don’t go crazy. If it sways in the breeze and bangs against your knees, you’ve gone too far.”

  “Always so funny.”

  “I’m too tired for funny. Where’s the soap?”

  He showed her the dispenser for the cleansing gel. The next several minutes were a dream, with steam billowing about them, her hands touching everywhere as she washed him. She was tender where he’d suffered impacts. In the safe places he indicated, she massaged his muscles, untying knots of tension.

  After realizing how much time had elapsed with Selena doing all the scrubbing and him receiving all the enjoyment, he insisted on washing her in return. Arga delighted in ministering to her. He couldn’t get enough of her softness, how the flesh of her breasts and buttocks yielded to his touch. He became so consumed with the desire to touch that he grew two tails to help bathe her.

  His sex had grown thick and heavy. Even half out on his feet, she had the power to excite him. Especially when her gaze took on that unfocused aspect that said she was feeling the same urges he did.

  Arga had believed he was too exhausted to indulge in physical escapades. However, when Selena kissed him, he drew her tight, tasting her with thoroughness that left her trembling. His shaft, sandwiched between their bodies, throbbed with demand.

  “Spirit so willing, the body is too?” she gasped when they tore apart.

  “You’re too much,” he groaned.

  “Not yet. But I can be.”

  With that, she began licking the water droplets from his stripes, heading down. Moving quickly, as if afraid he’d stop her. As if he could.

  She kept sinking down until she was on her knees and the stripes she lapped at were standing out from his groin. She concentrated on the flared tip of him, her tiny yet powerful hand working his length up and down. She’d done it again, seeing to his lust before he could gratify her. How different Selena was from Risnarish women!

  Even as Arga’s bliss-muffled brain insisted he should lift her to her feet and sink to his knees, his villainous mouth groaned, “Harder.”

  “I guess this isn’t a spot where it hurts?” Her giggle reassured him he hadn’t offended her—as well as the delicious extra pressure of her grip.

  “Maybe it hurts a little. In a good way. In a great way.” Her fist, so tight on him. He had to stop this so he could tend to her. Take care of her excitement, which he could scent rising from her delectable body.

  But that hand and mouth…

  “Teach me what feels best,” Selena encouraged. “Every man is different, just as every woman is. Where and what would put you at my mercy and cause you to swear off sleep forever?”

  Arga wasn’t sure if the sound he made was a chuckle or a sob. He needed to switch places, but she was destroying his good intentions. “Extra pressure at the base. And underneath.”

  “Like this?” She stroked to his groin and squeezed. She licked the underside hard, pressing against the vein there.

  He groaned, undone. “I should be serving you. I should be—I should be—” He forgot what it was he should be doing as she stroked again, stopped, squeezed and licked.

  “You should be standing right where you are, letting me enjoy you.” Stroke. Squeeze. Lick.

  The room rocked as she saw to his cravings. It was all wrong, him going first. While having the initial moments of lovemaking being about him was enthralling, the indulgence had to stop. He was better than this, an unselfish man who saw to the needs of others. Especially Selena, who didn’t require his care, but deserved it.

  He couldn’t convince his muscles to move, to sweep her up and take control. This tiny terror from Earth had taken every ounce of his strength from him. Even his voice was weak as he protested.

  “I have to do something for you now. I have to—I have to—ah, ah, ah!”

  His voice rose in a shout. She’d swallowed his cock, engulfing its entirety. For an instant, he thought he’d climax.

  Claiming the privilege before hers was too unthinkable, even in his barely-thinking state. Arga stopped the surge of heat from bolting through his shaft by the thinnest of margins, but he managed to hold off.

  Selena released him to shake a warning finger at him. “Behave and do what the nice Earthling wants you to do.”

  “Which is?” he croaked.

  “Which is to stand there and let me have what I want.”

  With that, she resum
ed bobbing her blue-and-white head over him, driving him crazy and turning his will to jelly. When she swallowed him again, he was ready—more or less. He’d expected it to happen again and was able to bolster his resolve to not surrender what desperately wished to be surrendered. Barely.

  His groans incited her to thrill him even more, giving him no mercy. Arga no longer noticed the aches and fatigue that plagued him. All he knew was desire that grew in fierceness, giving him thoughts he should not have. Thoughts of picking Selena up and pinning her against the wall, of shoving in her pussy, of riding her with demand until he came, shooting deep in her snug warmth. Spilling until he had nothing left to give, until he was as dry and dusty as the desert where they’d blown up fake portal rings.

  He shook with the violence of his lust, a craving no other female had incited within him before. No, he wasn’t an animal that rutted mindlessly. He was Risnarish. He was a man. As such, he had a responsibility to the woman ministering to him, no matter how crazed she made him.

  He bent to tug on her, to pull her upward by her armpits. Reluctantly, but he denied himself the gorgeous pull of her lips, mastering his rampant desires. “Stand up.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re doing all the work. As amazing as it feels, it’s your turn to enjoy.”

  As he had in his fantasy, he lifted and pinned her between himself and the wall, though with gentleness. Selena responded by eagerly wrapping her arms and legs around him, clinging with a happy sound. “Oh, I like this.”

  Their bodies happened to line up so that he slid a fraction of an inch inside her. Selena squealed and twitched, attempting to enfold more of him. Arga held her in place, battling a primal instinct to do as she wanted. Instead, he kissed her.

  After a second, she stopped trying to stuff him inside her. As he explored her mouth, his tongue tracing its environs with delicacy, she settled, sinking into the languorous kiss. She moaned as he tasted her and exulted in her flavor. Her breasts pillowed his chest, and he indulged in the uncommon tenderness. He squeezed her buttocks, enjoying how her flesh yielded to him in so many ways.

  As he continued to investigate the rough silk of her tongue, the smoothness of her inner cheeks, the hard planes of her teeth, he grew extra fingers and elongated the digits. He sought out all her secrets, circling the taut nether opening to make Selena kick, then on to the petals of womanhood where the crown of his cock nestled. He stroked the trembling folds surrounding him, spread them, discovering the creases wet from more than shower spray. She moaned at the intimate search, going softer, wetter, trembling under his ministrations.

  Arga twitched his hips, pressing in a little more. Selena’s legs tightened against his ass, attempting to convince him to give her all of it. He refused, letting her whimper with frustration, jerking minutely as she tried to force her will. He chuckled against her lips.

  Finger and thumb, stretching longer, reaching around his shaft to zero in on the swollen nubbin on the other side. Brushing oh so tenderly against that heated bit where passion dwelled. Selena’s cry and how she jolted told Arga how sensitive she was. How much she wanted him to touch her there.

  Minute caresses along the distended tip of her, brief teases that made her tighten around the small portion of his length he’d allowed her. She wailed and tore her lips from his. “Arga, please!”

  “Hush,” he whispered. “Behave and do what the nice Risnarish wants you to do—which is come hard and often.”

  He seized her clit between finger and thumb, gently rubbing up and down. At the same moment, he gave her another inch of himself. His eyes rolled with bliss as she clamped down and her fists pummeled his back. She screamed his name, and he pushed in a touch more. When she spasmed again, he stroked the very end of her clit with his thumb.

  She ignited, her scream a strangled, high-pitched song. Though he was barely within her, he could feel the convulsions of her pussy, drawing at him, begging him to fill her all the way.

  Instead, he waited for her to quiet. Not completely, but enough that her sobbing breath wasn’t quite so desperate and the spasms had reduced to small twitches. Then he rubbed the shaft of her clit again, inching into her in slow increments, ignoring her pleas to “fuck me, Arga, fuck me, fuck me now!”

  He ached to do so, but watching her break apart, seeing her eagerness for him, was too delightful to rush. He toyed with her, teased her, played with her, enjoying her growing desperation. Then he struck again, fondling her clit at the right instant to send her flying to pieces once more.

  He was more than halfway within her for the second orgasm, and it almost proved his undoing. Feeling her snug sleeve draw on him frayed his control, leaving him with the thinnest thread of mastery over himself. He quaked, the craving in his groin relentless in its insistence.

  Nevertheless, he hung on for a few minutes more, tormenting Selena with sensual pleasuring so she shuddered in his arms. Her demands for him to take her were reduced to imploring whimpers, whispered entreaties for all of him, however he wished to give it to her.

  It was in that moment, when she crumbled utterly, that she finished him.

  In an instant, careful Arga was gone. Selena cried out with mixed shock and jubilation when he thrust his whole length in her.

  From there, his sex pounded hers, slamming deep within. The bit of hurt from the force and pace was lost in a tidal wave of ecstasy. It rose up monstrously huge, a power she couldn’t hope to survive. Then it crashed over her, obliterating everything but pulses of bliss.

  When the greatest seizure was over and she could find some small ability to think again, Selena found Arga still shoving in her, shoving against her, his cries growing louder with every thrust.

  She was rising again. Heaven help her, the spasms were growing in strength once more. A shattering burst of sensation—her sight filled with blinding whiteness—sound eclipsed—an eternity of rapture condensed in a single instant.

  Convulsions again, sight and sound returned, Arga’s strangled cry as he froze, straining. But not entirely still, because he jerked within her, surrendering to her in eager jolts. He sagged against her and the wall, his sobbing gasps mingling with hers.

  Selena wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before either of them was able to stir. Arga straightened, staggering. She gazed up at him. Their eyes met.

  The room around her rocked. At first, Selena thought it might be another earthquake before she realized the sensation came not outside her, but from within. A seismic event that held the potential for far more devastation than a mere tremor. All at once, everything changed. Watching how Arga’s eyes widened, she knew he felt it too.

  But what was it, exactly? Was it something she could survive when it ended?

  Chapter Eight

  The number of Risnarish attempting to resettle outside the fault zone meant no other tasks could be attempted the next day. Arga canceled battle simulations. Selena and Tidem had decided the current site for testing explosives was too close to where the geologists feared the new weakness in the plates might extend. The armament guild would relocate the materials to the secondary test site that day, which Selena was not needed for.

  With their current plans scrapped, Selena accepted Arga’s invitation to spend those suddenly free hours in his dome. They lost themselves in making love, which they pursued with eager resolve. Selena happily engaged in discovering all the things a man with multiple tails could offer, along with elongating fingers and tongue. Equally enjoyable was dozing afterward, cradled in Arga’s strong arms.

  They talked a lot. Not about Selena’s discovery that she potentially had feelings for Arga. She wasn’t ready for such a discussion. She was glad Arga avoided the subject as well, though she believed he might be experiencing similar notions. She caught him looking at her with a hungry expression that she was sure had nothing to do with sex. He stroked her hair, face, and arms as if he couldn’t resist the urge to stay in contact.

  Instead of confronting those new impulses,
Selena shared some of the horror of growing up in a cult, of how fanaticism and brainwashing had stolen her parents from her. She recounted how she’d finally run away at the age of fifteen to live with her aunt.

  In return, Arga shared the awful two years his guardian Retav was held as a lab subject in a Monsudan hive, During that time, Arga hadn’t known if he was alive or dead. “It made me an angry, aggressive man. I can’t imagine how my friends tolerated me. It was a terrible two years.”

  “What about now that he’s been returned to you?”

  “I discovered peace. And fear. Losing those who matter to me is my greatest terror now.” Arga swallowed and glanced away.

  If he had more to say, it was interrupted by a call from Tidem. His voice transmitted excitedly over Selena’s CPP device. “Can you come to the guild? I’m about to run the latest simulation of the explosives delivery system. This could be the outcome we’ve hoped for.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  Seconds later, Tidem called Arga to summon him as well. Selena snickered like a naughty schoolgirl when Arga answered oh so innocently that of course he’d attend the demonstration, as if he hadn’t been inches away when she’d spoken to the guildmaster.

  Selena dressed in clean clothes, thanks to Arga’s laundry system. Hope filled her that Tidem had found a workable hull density for the explosives. Other emotions joined in, making her eager to pick up where she and Arga had left off once their meeting with Tidem was done. As they left Arga’s home, heading for his dartwing, she grabbed his hand. “Do you want me to return here with you afterward? If so, I need to grab a few things from my dome.”

  He hesitated, darted a quick glance at her and hurried on, as if trying to leave her behind. He crammed himself in the dartwing with impatient movements, and as impatiently motioned her to sit on his lap.

  Her mood soured. Apparently, she’d read too much in his gazes and touches. They weren’t on the same page at all. She stared at him from beside the dartwing.