Chapter Twelve #2
He frowned and said, “You belong to me.”
“Do I?” I asked, thrilled at hearing the words that nobody had ever said to me before. “Then prove it. Make love to me.”
“Understand what you’re asking me to do, nobyo. There would be no going back from it. You’d be mine. You’d be my nobyo, my spouse, and my lover, and I’d kill anyone who tried to take you away from me.”
I rubbed my naked body against his. “Mmm… That sounds wonderful. What are you waiting for? I can’t think of anything I want more.”
“Listen to me. Really think about this, nobyo. You hardly know me.” I didn’t even think he realized he was already calling me by that name.
“It’s simple. Do you want me or not?”
“It’s not that simple,” he said, looking a little frantic as he tried so hard to make me understand.
“This is a permanent bond,” he continued.
“It means you’d belong to me forever. And even after that.
I’d follow you into the lowest level of hell, where alien species are consigned after they die, and I’d fight my way out with you and bring you with me. ”
“Then bond with me, Kirstos. Because I like the sound of spending forever with you.”
He began tearing off his clothes and was naked before I knew what hit me. And so beautifully made I could hardly believe he was mine.
“I don’t even know your first name.”
“It’s Kirstos. My omak was from Earth and had a name that sounded like “Kris.” He wanted to name me after him, saying that I wouldn’t have his looks, but maybe I could have his name, but my father disliked the idea. He called me Kirstos instead, because he said it sounded more Tygerian.”
“I like it. And don’t worry, you’re very Tygerian. No one would ever mistake you for anything else.”
“Thank you,” he said, looking more pleased than he had a right to be, so I laughed.
That made him kiss me again and we lost track of time for a while, as his hands moved over me with more and more familiarity, caressing me and stroking me until I thought I’d go crazy.
His mouth trailed burning kisses down my throat and his hands roamed over my chest before he lowered himself onto me, his weight warm and solid as he held himself up with his elbows, so he wouldn’t crush me.
I loved the feel of his weight on me, though, and nuzzled him until he claimed my mouth again.
There was an insistent prodding at my belly, and I took him in hand to guide him lower.
He drew back and gazed down at me, shaking his head. “This will make you mine forever.”
“I’m counting on it.”
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Kirstos
I groaned and lowered my mouth to his again.
I couldn’t seem to get enough of those kisses.
It was odd, because kissing wasn’t an original custom of Tygerians, though it had seemed to have caught on since the war, as more and more humans had been captured and brought to live as slaves on Tygeria.
In the beginning, enslavement as a sexual toy had been a punishment for captives, a way to humiliate the enemy, given the widely known notion that the Earthan government abhorred and outlawed same-sex relationships on their planet.
Then the Tygerian soldiers, though still despising the concept of a place like Earth and all of its inhabitants, realized how sexually attractive these humans actually were—how attractive in general and irresistible.
Human captives were young, strong-bodied men, handsome and bold, who cursed and fought and gave as good as they got.
They suffered so beautifully in their captivity and their eventual and inevitable surrender.
Their physical forms were so attractive to the Tygerians that many of the “slaves” became permanent fixtures in the households of their captors.
That situation became official when King Davos himself took a beautiful human love slave with the blond hair and blue eyes that were considered to be so exotic and didn’t exist on our planet.
He’d had declared him to be his nobyo—an unheard-of thing.
The term nobyo was reserved for a beloved mate, and it was an audacious thing to do.
As Kirstos understood it, the word audacious meant to be bold, daring, and fearless.
It described a person who disregarded convention and took crazy risks with confidence and recklessness.
King Davos was nothing if not all of those things.
And the people of Tygeria loved him for it.
It was human lovers then that first introduced kissing as an intimate means of expressing affection, and it caught on in a big way.
Kirstos had even seen his own father, a man known for his cool, reserved, even aloof behavior, kiss his nobyo on several occasions, and when they went to their bedroom and closed the door, he and his brother knew never to knock or even think about trying to enter.
“You taste so good,” I told Taran, tangling my hands in his thick, beautiful hair to taste him again.
Those kisses had sent a charge straight to my groin.
My typpid was rock hard and straining against him, and a slow, sultry feeling was coursing through me.
I could feel a tingling start up at the base of my spine.
I wanted to ravage him, tear him apart and then slowly put him back together again.
My hands roamed down his body, and I took him inside my mouth, swallowing him down my throat as he thrashed and begged and tried to thrust his hips like he wanted to get away, but I’d never let him go.
I turned him over and hauled him up to his knees.
He pressed back against me, but I wouldn’t try to breach him without some kind of oil.
As much as I wanted to ravish him and punish him for making me love him, I felt equally protective of him, never wanting to hurt him in any way.
It was a ridiculous dichotomy, a foolish contradiction of feelings, yet I was helpless to change it.
Frantically, I left him for a moment and looked around the room.
I tore through the drawers of the table beside the bed looking for what we needed and in the second drawer, I found a small bottle of the thick oil used for that purpose.
I blessed the person who had used this room before and left it there.
I smelled it to make sure of what it was, and that it was still good.
It was definitely one of the lubricants used on Tygeria.
I wondered vaguely if Vannos had ever used this room, or perhaps some Tygerian guests.
It was the first room at the top of the stairs, so perhaps it was used frequently because of its convenient location.
Maybe the gods themselves had arranged it as a mark of their special favor.
I didn’t care. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter.
I was so glad of the oil, I gasped and caught my breath.
I put a hand on that beautiful little ass of his and began to stroke him and get him ready.
“Don’t stop,” he begged me, looking at me over his shoulder, as I kissed the base of his spine. As if I would ever stop. As if I could.
“I have no intention of stopping unless you tell me to.” I prayed he wouldn’t, because I wasn’t absolutely sure I could make myself do it, though I would try, for his sake.
He groaned with pleasure as I prepared him, and I found my hands were trembling.
He was far too important to mess any of this up.
When he was ready, I tried to be gentle.
But found myself driving into him as he braced his hands on the bed beneath him.
He made little noises and groans of pleasure, and I was happy that he was used to rough treatment yet incensed at the idea that someone had been there before me.
I moved against him again and again, and I put my hand on his flat stomach to press him back against me, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his abdomen.
His head lolled back on my shoulder, and he cried out as he felt an orgasm teasing at him.
Heat raced through me, but I wanted this to be good for him, so I clutched him tightly to me and bathed his neck with more kisses and little love bites as he began to come, crying out at the intensity of his orgasm.
But I was a long way from being done with him.
I kept surging against him, spilling out all the hunger and yearning I’d felt for him since the night I found him searching my room.
I could feel my body tense and then my climax came and I was tumbling like a shower of stars, falling into him like a meteor blazing a new trail that would only ever be repeated by me again.
He was mine and I’d never be without him ever again.
Another couple of thrusts and jerks and I collapsed down on top of him, breathing hard.
I felt his arms slip around my waist as he turned back into me and buried his sweet, hot face against my shoulder.
I nuzzled his beautiful little face and closed my eyes.