Chapter 10
MARDOK
Ilike her this way—underneath me and naked.
I grin down at her, and she smiles brightly back up at me, just as eager for her turn as I was for mine.
I love that there’s not a hint of shyness in Farli.
She’ll put her mouth on my cock and prance around nude just because it makes her happy.
She doesn’t care what anyone else thinks.
There’s a freedom to her that makes me envious, even as it shocks me, just a little.
When did I—the jaded, world-weary ex-soldier—become the prude?
Yet I can’t be as free as Farli. It’s hard to wrap my brain around it.
But I want to please her like she’s pleased me.
Except…I want to make her come. I need to make her come.
I can’t, because I’ll blow my load all over that gorgeous dark blue skin of hers in an instant if she puts her mouth on me again, and I need to see to her needs first. I can’t wait to give her the same treatment, to put my tongue on her and watch her come undone.
It’s clear she can’t wait, either. She’s squirming underneath me, utterly impatient, and my heart skips a beat at how beautiful and eager she is.
How did someone like me ever deserve such a gift?
I’m nobody—a washed-out failure of a soldier who scrapes by getting my hands greasy on a long-haul freighter.
It’s a job that few want because no one likes being away from family and friends for so long.
I never cared, and after my father’s death, I felt even more remote than ever.
But that was before I met Farli. I imagine someone like her waiting at home for me…and I can’t imagine how anyone could do this job. I’d be insane to leave her side for a moment.
Then stay, the little voice whispers in my ear. Stay with her forever.
I’d be left behind. The thought fills me with unholy terror and a gnawing dread. The thought of watching the Lady fly away without me on it makes me want to vomit.
“I am here,” Farli says, breaking through my dark thoughts. Her fingers caress my cheek. “You are safe with me.”
I press my face into her hand, kissing it. “Sorry. I just…went to a bad place. Got distracted.”
“It is all right.” Her voice is gentle and soothing like rain, and her touch makes me feel instantly better. “Do you need a moment to yourself? I can leave.”
Leave? While I have her under me, naked and aroused? Kef no. My brain can just get in gear, because this is an opportunity not to be wasted. I kiss her palm again, and as I hold her wrist, I begin to kiss down her arm. I’ll let this be my answer.
Her eyes are bright with a mixture of amusement and desire.
“Lie back,” I tell her, and she obeys immediately.
Her thick hair spills out from behind the curl of her horns, and it makes her look wild and untamed.
I love that about her, how free she is. And it makes me sad even as it arouses me, because taking her back to the Homeworld?
They’d tame the wildness out of her. Make her like everyone else.
I hate the thought of that.
Before my thoughts can grow dark again, I kiss the soft inside of her elbow and then continue forward. I must stay focused, and right now, my mission is to make Farli come.
She’s quiet as I kiss my way toward her shoulder, and then I’m near her delectable neck again.
I brush a stray lock of hair aside and lean in to kiss her soft throat.
She makes a noise then, a little sigh of pleasure.
All right, the arm isn’t doing it for her, I admit ruefully to myself.
Perhaps my bed skills aren’t as great as I think they are.
Or maybe Farli just isn’t into pretending to appease my ego.
I prefer that—I want to know when I’m pleasing her and when I’m not.
I press another kiss to her neck and let my tongue drag along her collarbones.
That earns me an inhaled breath and a squirm. Excellent.
I continue to kiss her neck, moving up to her ear because I know she likes that, too.
My hand moves to her breast, and I cup the dainty, firm globe of it.
The humans had large, prominent endowments up front, but I like Farli’s compact, lean form.
She’s just big enough for a handful, and that’s perfect.
My thumb grazes over her hard nipple, and she gasps, arching into my hand.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” I murmur as I nip her ear.
“I like this very much,” she tells me, starting to sound breathless and excited once more.
I grin to myself and flick my tongue over her ear again, mimicking the motion with my fingers over her nipple.
Within a few more licks and caresses, she’s panting against me, squirming against my hand and clinging to my back.
Her responsiveness is making my cock ache, and I need to pace myself or I’m going to come despite my best efforts to pleasure her first.
I slide my hand down her flat belly and begin to kiss lower on her neck, lapping at her collarbone once more before dragging my tongue lower.
It feels decadent to press my mouth to her skin without protective plasfilm to cover our bodies, but after being in bed with Farli, I’m going to be ruined for all other women anyhow.
When she doesn’t shy away, I kiss over to one breast and then let my lips brush over her nipple.
Her gasp is loud enough to echo against the stone walls of her house.
“Oh, I like that very much,” she tells me, and her hand moves toward one of my horns. She gives it a tug when I lift my head, indicating I should continue.
Heh. As if I plan on letting up anytime soon.
I lower my head again and go to work on making her wild with need, using my tongue and sometimes teeth to tease, nip, and caress that hard little nipple of hers.
I don’t want her other breast to feel ignored, so I move over to it to give it the same treatment.
All the while, Farli’s little pants of excitement are making me painfully aware of how hard my cock is and how her leg is pressed up against it.
I need to make her come, and soon. Even as I let my mouth make love to her breasts, I slide my hand lower and then cup her sex, testing her reaction.
“Oooh,” she breathes, and arches against my hand. “Are you going to touch my cunt?”
“I’m going to do more than just touch it,” I tell her, and give her breast another lick. “Patience, woman.”
“I am very patient,” she tells me, and then wiggles against my hand, disproving that notion.
I can’t help but grin, even as I press another kiss to her nipple. I stroke my fingers over the delicate folds of her sex…and find her hot and wet and ready.
Just like that, my resolve goes out the door. I groan and press my head against her breast, needing a moment. It would be nothing to part her thighs and sink deep inside her. Bury myself in her sweetness and claim her just like she wants to be claimed.
As I gather my composure, I realize that her khui is singing so loud that her chest is vibrating with the force of it. And I remember Niri’s words. She ovulates when you walk into the room.
If I come inside her, there will be a baby.
And I’m leaving. I can’t do that to her. I can’t impregnate her and abandon her. It goes against everything that I am.
My cock can’t get anywhere near her cunt. Damn it. But I want Farli to have pleasure. I want her to come, and to come hard. I just…won’t. I’ll hold off, take myself in hand later when I have a private moment, if I must.
And for now? My mouth will have to do.
The moment the thought occurs to me, I am excited by it.
Putting my mouth on her breasts feels outrageous enough, given how stiff mesakkah society is about disease and personal cleanliness.
Putting my mouth on her cunt like she did with my cock?
There’s nothing filthier I can think of…
or more enticing. I want to know how she tastes.
I want to bury my head between her thighs and push my tongue into her.
I want to feel her walls tighten around me.
Gods, I’m going to spill just thinking about it.
“You might be patient,” I tell her, and press a kiss to her belly. “But I find that the more I touch you, the less patient I am.”
“Why?” she asks breathlessly.
“Because I want to put my mouth on your cunt and taste you.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “I want that, too.” And she parts her legs wide, a silent invitation.
I can’t resist. I quickly move lower and cup her hard, firm ass in my hands, then raise her hips as if I’m about to feast at a banquet.
The scent of her arousal hits me like a wall, and I groan, because I have never smelled anything more mouth-watering.
I can’t wait another moment, and I drag my tongue over the seam of her cunt.
Her entire body shudders, and she gasps for air. “More, Mardok.”
As if I’m going to stop now. I lap at her again, pushing her folds apart with my tongue.
She holds on to my horns, gripping them tight, and her tail lashes underneath her, trapped against the blankets.
I grip her tail with my own and wrap around it tight, holding her against me.
Locking her to me. It feels almost as intimate as my mouth on her.
But not half as tasty. I take another long, slow taste of her, letting my tongue glide between her wet folds to gather every bit of moisture.