Warriors of Risnar 4

by Tracy St. John

  “Beyond taking out the town? And grabbing resources?”

  He swallowed a wad of green sticks. “That may be all they’re after. It’s drawing close to their invasion of Earth. The Monsuda must be in the final preparatory stages. The biggest concern I have is that they’re planning to remain and hold onto Yitrow. Or maybe plotting to grab our Assembly in the hopes of forcing us to stop attacking their hives.”

  “Thank goodness Notlin and the others escaped. If they turn those drill machines toward the hive—”

  “Right. I need to make sure the Assembly will be evacuated if need be.”

  He finished stuffing his face and headed out of the kitchen. Selena followed him to the foyer.

  They’d no sooner reached it when Arga abruptly turned to her. “This invasion placed you in greater danger than I planned on. I’m sorry I was a part of bringing you into this. All the same, I’m not sorry that you’re here. Does that make any sense?”

  “Hey, if I have to go into hiding with enemies surrounding me and the world about to end, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do that with.” She realized her face was stretched in a big, goofy grin. He was happy she was there. Hell, even with major trouble going down, she was happy about it too.

  Happier still when he kissed her. He kissed her until every sense lit and she clung to him. They stared at each other afterward, a sense of wonderment hanging over them.

  “I fought falling for you. I feared losing another person I cared for,” Arga said in a thick voice.

  “I have a bad habit of messing up people’s plans. Including my own.” She pulled in a breath and admitted, “I might not want to return to Earth when this is over, Arga.”

  “I’d like it if you put off going home too. At least until we’re sure where we stand with each other.”

  They kissed again. The embrace grew in intensity, until they were moaning into each other’s mouths, clutching and fondling with growing demand. It was ridiculous to do so at a time like this—

  But I’m kind of a ridiculous person.

  “You mentioned something about hunkering down for an hour? Do you think there’s a clean room we can use to pass the time?” Selena said.

  “You wonderful woman. I’ll set alarms at the doors to warn us if the drones come in. We’ll keep our shooters close and containment belts on.”

  “All the trappings of romance. You are so smooth, my gator wrestler.”

  They scored a tidy room at the third door they tried. Selena looked doubtfully at the red-cushioned chaise the quarters contained in place of a bed. She hesitated as she considered the many straps connected to it and the way it was sectioned.

  “Kinky. I never would have figured it of your women. Can you imagine Notlin and Ilatar—”

  “Please don’t put that image in my head.”

  “Sorry. Who gets tied up to start?”

  Arga snickered. “I’ve heard the Earthling saying, ladies first.”

  “Who says I’m a lady? It’s a dirty lie!”

  He settled the matter by picking her up and depositing her on the lounge. The next moment, he covered her with his magnificent body, pinning her to the soft surface. His weight pressing on her made Selena’s senses swim, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him to pull him closer.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Arga’s lips were hot on Selena’s. His tongue twined about its twin, tasting her. She gasped and moved against him, eager for the flashes of excitement he gave her.

  Vines twined about her legs, prying between Selena and Arga. They tugged her thighs apart. When Arga pushed up, taking his glorious bulk off her, she realized that they were not vines at all, but tails.

  “We need to take your clothes off,” he told her.

  “Pull those tails loose and time me.” Being tangled in Risnarish body parts had her wet and aching.

  Arga wasn’t the kind of guy to sit back and make her do the work. There was no point in timing anything, not with him helping her strip at a pace that set her head spinning. Selena hadn’t expected him to go particularly slow. He sported a thick length that jutted from his groin.

  What was a surprise was how fast he had her bound in the soft restraints on the lounge. So fast, that she failed to recognize she’d been tied until she tried to reach for him and found her wrists and an ankle incapacitated. Arga grinned as he strapped down the second ankle.

  “You dirty fiend,” she laughed. “Forget the gators. You should work the rodeo, enter the calf-tying competition.”

  “What is the rodeo?”

  “Probably not what we should talk about right now. Sweetie, you know this isn’t fair. How am I supposed to ravish you as I should if I can’t move?” Selena tugged at the ties. They were loose so that her circulation wasn’t compromised, but Arga had left her helpless. She kept her merry attitude intact, though nervous excitement filled her.

  He wasn’t fooled. He traced her slit with a finger, smoothing copious wetness up to her clit. He licked his finger clean, showing off by twining his elongated tongue all the way around it. “Let’s start with me ravishing you. Then maybe, if we have long enough, you can return the favor.”

  Arga then showed her why the couch was so special. The sections separated. The lowest part, cushioning her legs, was made up of two parts, which spread open. The middle part was constructed so that the sections her imprisoned arms were on opened out and up, putting her arms up over her head.

  “Whoa. Um, feeling kind of vulnerable here,” she said.

  “Is that why you’re soaked?” Arga stroked the exposed folds of her pussy. His finger entered her with ease.

  She groaned as he stroked in and out of her, unerringly finding the sensitive spot within her womanhood. He crawled up over her again, smiling at his captive.

  “Is this not enjoyable? Shall I stop?” he teased.

  “Wait until it’s my turn. You’re going to pay, you big, striped brute.”

  “I certainly hope so.”

  He kissed her, continuing to finger-fuck her as he stroked her with his free hand and tails. He squeezed her breasts, rubbed the hardening tips until she writhed beneath him. His mouth traveled over her torso, tasting her as he played with her helpless body. Another finger joined the sweet invasion between her legs, the ceaseless stroking setting her to burn hotter by the second. Some part of Arga—who the hell knew what, when he could form appendages at will—drew circles around her clit. The touch was close enough to drive her crazy, but not directly on the swelling nub that begged for it.

  Contact all over her, caressing, petting, fondling, carefully pinching. Not a single inch of her exposed flesh escaped Arga’s attentions, whether by mouth, hands, or other parts he grew.

  Except her clit. He avoided that desperate bit no matter how she twisted in her bonds. Meanwhile, the internal fire he lit burned brighter and brighter.

  “Arga,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  “Are you sure?” The bastard snickered.

  “Damn you, I’m dying here.”

  His silver gaze met her beseeching eyes. “What about this?”

  He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. His fingers—now three—pushed in and out, applying crazy-making friction to her inner hotspot. She ground against him, delighted with any contact.

  His hand vibrated. The skin over his palm quivered hard, sending shocks through her pussy. Selena cried out, arching in her bonds as elation barreled through her sex. Orgasm raced at her, eclipsing everything but that ecstatic convulsion clenching within her.

  Arga’s touch ceased trembling and drew away.

  “No!” Selena fought the straps holding her prisoner, her butt thumping against the cushion supporting it. “Come back!”

  “Not yet.” Arga kissed her nipple with sensual care. “I have more teasing to do.”

  A gazillion rude words rose to Selena’s lips, nasty names and suggestions about what he could do with himself for denying her what she needed.

  They all disappear
ed under another onslaught of pulsating pleasure. The vibrations came slower, and Arga didn’t press as hard against her most sensitive flesh. Instead of stampeding toward climax, bliss crawled in that direction.

  Meanwhile, Arga stroked and mouthed the rest of her. Selena was consumed with all he did, her moans constant, unable to stop squirming under his thorough attentions. Every inch of her felt aroused, excitement racing everywhere, from her scalp to her toes.

  The fiend delivering such incredible desire kissed a path down, leaving a wet trail from her breasts to where he pulsed against her clit. When he withdrew his fingers from her spasming sex and his palm from her swollen nub, she uttered nonsense begging sounds. Words ceased to remain in her skill set under his erotic assault.

  Her cries grew louder as he kissed her pussy, his tongue sweeping inside, lips tugging at her folds. Selena sobbed as Arga kissed and licked her with enthusiastic ardor, his tongue emerging to lap at her throbbing clit before diving into her again. She strained with all her might against the ties holding her helpless to his attack, but she could not break free.

  “Surrender.” Arga paused to utter the word before lavishing more devotion on her spasming pussy.

  Surrender? As if he’d given her a choice in the matter! She had no ability to escape the tongue that delved into her every secret or the lips that tugged on her clit. Why did he demand what he’d already claimed?

  “Arga, please!”

  “Surrender. Give in.”

  Selena almost screeched with desperation. She yanked harder than ever against the straps and Arga doubled his efforts, driving her crazier still.

  “Surrender.”

  She couldn’t figure out what he wanted. To drive her completely out of her skull, apparently, and a fine job of that he was doing. All she could do was lie there and take it.

  “Give in.”

  Realization dawned on her. Or at least, she hoped she understood what he was doing. If not, she would die from the lack of orgasm, and he’d have to either own up to the sadistic jerk he was or hide her poor, tormented remains.

  Though she couldn’t control the spasms wracking her from the delicious explosions of sensation, Selena made herself go lax. Whimpering his name, she stopped battling the binds on her wrists and ankles and simply lay there, submitting to his amazing mouth.

  The instant she did so, Arga seized her clit between his lips, battering it with his tongue. Allowing Selena barely a second to realize what was happening, climax roared in on her, shattering her from head to toe. Glorious devastation shook her, devoured her.

  Her pussy continued to spasm violently when she regained her senses to find Arga releasing her from the straps. She tried to talk. With no control over her lips and no idea of what she planned to say, all that came out was, “Frisherfugurm.”

  Arga blinked. “What? The translator didn’t recognize that.”

  The convulsions ebbed, and her brain began to assert itself once more. “It wouldn’t. Even I don’t know what I said. Holy shit.”

  He grinned, pleased with himself. As he should have been. “We have just enough time for you to tie me down and wreak vengeance, if you’d like.”

  Though her limbs felt wobbly in the aftermath of the orgasm that was still offering gentle pulses to her womanhood, Selena hauled herself off the couch. “Get up there. I’m claiming payback, you sadist.”

  Snickering, Arga assumed the position. “I should be terrified, given the look on your face, but I’m quite excited.”

  “So I see, Big Dick Johnson.” Selena hurried to render him as helpless as he’d had her. “Don’t think about growing tails to stop your punishment.”

  “Never.”

  “Hey, just a sec.” She eyed him warily as she spread the leg sections of the lounge wide so she could stand between them. “What was with the whole surrender thing? Was it for fun?”

  “Trust building. The way you were fighting, I worried you didn’t have faith that I’d give you what you needed.”

  Selena supposed she could see his point—though she’d been more than ready to demand what she desired. “I trust you, Arga.” She tasted the words, rolled them around on her tongue. Yeah, they fit. She said it again, more for herself than him. “I trust you.”

  He smiled at her. “I trust you too.”

  Her heart warmed, but she couldn’t resist being silly. “You’re still going to pay. Big time.”

  “I hope so.”

  Several minutes later, it was Arga writhing helplessly as she sucked and fondled the swollen, trembling shaft exuding pearlescent drops of passion. He groaned for mercy when she swallowed him to the base, a trick she’d expended quite a bit of effort to perfect with three former lovers.

  “Selena! Selena!” he whisper-screamed as she slowly drew off him, delighting in his musky, salty flavor.

  “Hmm?” She kissed the tip of him and rubbed him over her lips before taking him again. His entire body stiffened when she did that, the muscles standing out on his striped skin, cording with tension. Woof, what a specimen of hunky gorgeousness.

  His cock jolted, warning Selena he might not be able to handle much more. Time until they were to check on the drones was drawing short anyhow. With a sigh that wasn’t entirely sorrowful—though she would have enjoyed tormenting Arga another few minutes or an hour or a day—Selena left off the oral pleasuring and climbed up on the couch to hover over her captive.

  “Hi there,” she beamed at him. “Don’t you look good, laid out and locked down for my pleasure.”

  He muttered something the ear translator couldn’t decipher for her. Selena decided it was probably from the same language that produced noteworthy comments such as frisherfugurm.

  Okay, so not all sex talk was sexy. She could get past that. Maybe she could make up for her version of it, as long as Arga enjoyed hearing a woman talk dirty. In an understandable language.

  “Did I ever tell you how hot sucking cock gets me?” she purred. “I enjoy the sensation of a man’s pulse against my tongue. His sex filling up my mouth and my throat. Was it warm in there, Arga? How did it feel when I licked you? When I sucked you? How about when I swallowed you?”

  He gaped at her, his eyes wide. The starburst pupils eclipsed almost all the silver of his irises. His groan vibrated his entire frame, and he strained at his bonds.

  “Yeah, me too. I mean, feel how wet I am. That’s how much I loved it.” She rubbed her slit over the head of his cock, letting him enjoy the slickness.

  “In…you,” he panted.

  His hips lifted as he attempted to push within, to be captured in her warmth, but Selena had anticipated the reaction. She rose out of reach, muttering disappointed tsking sounds.

  “Naughty boy. Butt down on the couch, or I’m going to be angry. That’s better. Keep it there. Pretend I superglued those fine cheeks to the upholstery.”

  She knelt over him, once more in contact with the flared end of his straining cock. Selena rocked back and forth, letting the tip of him spread her wetness over her clit and pussy lips. Not only teasing him, but herself as well. She’d never wanted to ram a guy into her cunt the way she ached to with Arga.

  To distract herself from the urge, she lavished attention on his chest, on his throat, on his lips, kissing and nibbling all she could reach. His kiss, tasting delightfully of her, was thrilling. The man had the most talented tongue.

  Finally, she’d had all she could stand of driving herself crazy. Selena rose up on her knees, settling the entrance of her pussy against the broad tip of him. She eased down, letting her weight push her so that he penetrated. His crown stretched her deliciously open. Arga groaned, his hands tightening into fists.

  “Not too fast,” Selena warned him. “My revenge, so it’s my pace.”

  She leaned back, propping herself on his corded thighs, giving him an unimpeded view of their joining. Their momentary joining, because she tilted her hips, letting him slip free. She grinned at the unhappy sound he made.

  “Poor b
aby,” she said.

  She enfolded him again. The flared end of him went fully in, filling her with incredible girth. It was her turn to pout.

  “You made yourself bigger. You’re not playing fair.”

  “I don’t recall you saying I had to play fair. All we agreed to was me not using tails.”

  “Evil man.” Even as she complained, Selena couldn’t bear to release his cock as she’d planned. She descended a little more, taking him deeper, before reversing course until only the crown remained inside.

  Arga watched as she fucked him, staring at his cock disappearing inside her a couple more inches on each descent. Selena thrilled at his intense gaze and moved slowly, giving him the best show she could manage. A pretty good show, judging how he twitched and jerked inside her.

  Damn, he felt amazing. The thickness moving within offered friction that stood her hair on end and curled her toes. It took all her self-control not to bounce on him like a hobby horse.

  “If I had use of my tails, I could play with your clit and your breasts,” he offered.

  “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? Hell, I’d enjoy that.” Selena at last settled her weight on him, enclosing the full length. She groaned at the heady pressure filling her core. “Fine. Do it. Give me the works.”

  No sooner had she spoken when two lengths slithered out from beneath him on either side of his hips. The end of one split in half, which curled tenderly around her breasts to gently squeeze. The tips teased her nipples, urging them to stiffen as trills of pleasure shivered down to her sex.

  Meanwhile, the second tail caressed her clit. No soft curls of bliss there. Instead, a thunderclap of sensation echoed throughout her. Selena’s head fell back as she cried out.

  She moved over him, taking him with long, electrifying strokes that elicited groans from both. Staring down at herself, Selena was galvanized by the sight of striped lengths gripping her tits, plucking her nipples so they reddened and swelled. The other twisted over her mound, growing cuplike at the end to cover her clit. It pulled, as if a tiny mouth sucked at the engorged bit, encouraging her to fuck Arga harder and faster, to chase elation.