Chapter 12 #3
“All right, maybe we get out a few blankets.” He looks rueful. “But then I get to lick you from head to toe.”
“As if I would refuse!”
He grins, and then we are both racing for my pack.
We traveled here on his ship, The Tranquil Lady, but I knew he and Har-loh would be working and that he has no khui to keep him warm, so I brought extra wraps, just in case.
I am glad I did, because we shake them free and pile them near the fire, and then we are tearing at Mardok’s heavy coverings.
I would love to see him dressed like my people, wearing nothing but a loincloth and letting his fine chest be bared.
His shoulders are so wide and appealing, and I run my hands all over the artful designs that dance over his skin.
“I love the way this looks,” I tell him. “It is so strange and yet beautiful.”
“People decorate their bodies all the time back on my planet,” he says, stripping off his tunic. “I love your beautiful bare skin, but we can get you a tattoo if you want.”
I am intrigued by the idea, but I will explore that thought later.
For now, the only exploring I want to do is him.
I help pull off the rest of his clothing, except his boots, and then run my hands hungrily over his bared skin.
I caress his chest as he tugs at my leathers, and then slide my hands down to his erect cock, toying with the fascinating piercing there.
“I will finally get to experience this?”
“Absolutely,” he murmurs between kisses.
He pushes my leathers off my shoulders, exposing my teats, and then begins to press kisses there.
I moan and cling to his horns, my tail seeking his own.
His shortened one wraps onto mine tightly and squeezes, and it sends another burst of pleasure through my body.
He shivers in the cold again, and my pleasure changes to remorse.
I keep forgetting that he cannot withstand the cold.
“Under the blankets,” I demand, and finish undressing.
I slide under the blankets after him and pull him close so he can share my body heat.
The old ship is protected from the wind, but not much else, and I imagine it is bitterly cold to him. “Better?”
“Always better when I’m touching you,” he says, nipping at my breasts. His tongue drags over one nipple, and I whimper. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he tells me. “Been thinking about it all day.”
“You were thinking about computers all day,” I tease him.
“Between thinking about computers,” he amends. “I pictured sliding between your thighs and licking you until you shudder.”
I shudder now, because I love that image. He craves the taste of my juices, he has told me, and loves to lick me to climax. I am happy to let him do so, though I want more than just that tonight. “As long as you do not forget the other parts.”
He chuckles and kisses lower on my belly. “Never.”
I try not to wiggle as his mouth moves between my thighs.
It is difficult, though. The anticipation builds inside me, and I am practically coming out of my skin by the time he kisses down my mound and parts the soft folds of my cunt.
When his tongue strokes along my skin, a high-pitched sigh escapes me.
“Hush,” Mardok says, and then gives me a long, thorough lick. “I’m concentrating.”
“I shall be quiet,” I promise, and then promptly squeal when he thrusts his tongue into my core.
“So damn wet and juicy,” he groans. “Love it. Can’t imagine how I’ve gone so long without you, without this.” And he pushes his tongue into me again, teasing.
I bite my knuckles, trying to hold back the urge to rock my hips against his face. He licks and thrusts his tongue, driving me wild, until I cannot hold back. I pant his name. “Mardok. Please. I need you.”
“What do you need?” he asks, and then drags his tongue through my folds again.
“You. Your cock. I want you inside me.”
He lifts his head and grins at me. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you demand my cock.”
I squirm underneath him. “I have been waiting forever to have you inside me. I do not want to wait any longer.”
The look in his dark eyes grows heated, and he glides up over me again, the weight of him pressing against the cradle of my hips. He braces one arm next to me and puts his hand to my chin, our eyes meeting. “I love you, Farli,” he says again, and I am filled with the glow of happiness.
“I love you, Mardok.”
He brushes his mouth lightly over mine, and I gasp because I can taste myself on his lips. “Spread your legs wider,” he murmurs.
I do, and I feel the shaft of his cock drag through my folds as he rocks his hips.
I moan at the delicious sensation, hungry for more of that…
and just more, altogether. The head of his cock pushes against my core, and I suck in a breath, shocked at how invasive—and yet scorchingly delicious—that felt. I close my eyes, drowning in sensation.
“No,” Mardok murmurs, and grabs my chin in his hand. “Open your eyes, Farli. I want you to be with me when I come inside you for the first time.”
It feels as if all the air has been pushed from my lungs as I open my eyes and gaze into his heated ones.
His face looks different when he is aroused—more intense, more sexual, more everything.
I hold on to him as he pushes deeper inside me, stretching my body.
I feel too full, and as if he can sense it, he stops.
“Let me know when you want me to go on,” he tells me, and strokes my chin with his thumb. “You’re so tight.”
I wait a few moments, and then my impatience takes over. I rock my hips a little. “I want you to move again.”
“Demanding little thing,” he murmurs, and leans in to mate his mouth with mine again.
Sensation ripples through me. I feel as if I am being pierced by him, and yet when his tongue flicks against mine, I feel it deep inside.
My moan of desire encourages him, and he thrusts deep, sending a sliver of discomfort through me.
But he waits, his gaze locked on mine. It feels intimate and intense to gaze at each other as he is settled within me, his body covering mine.
Our breaths mingle, and when I bite my lip, he rocks his hips forward.
I claw at his back, nearly coming out of my skin. “Oh!”
“That’s the piercing,” he tells me, and then captures my mouth in another heated kiss. “It hits you in just the right spot.”
Oh, by the twin suns, it sure does. He strokes into me again, and I feel as if I’m coming undone.
This is different than the intense build of sensation as when his mouth is on me.
This is like striking stones to make a spark, except it is nothing but a pure blaze of heat.
I whimper, clinging to him, because I do not know how to handle it. “It is too much.”
“It’s not,” he whispers. “I’ve got you. Stay with me.”
My eyelids flutter, and it is the most difficult thing possible to keep my gaze locked to his, but somehow I manage.
I make a soft, needy noise with every pump of his cock into me, each time stroking that fire brighter and brighter.
My entire body feels as if it is clenching and knotting together. He moves faster, breathing my name.
“Come for me, Farli,” he tells me in a low, urgent voice. I cannot look away, pinned by his gaze, and it feels as if every bit of my body is alive with sensation. He strokes harder and faster, and I cry out, my back arching as my body stiffens. Still he thrusts into me.
I come apart with a cry, the world shaking around me. Spots dance in front of my eyes, and the breath explodes out of me. I feel as if I am as tight as a stretched-out drumskin. And still he pounds into me.
And I come again.
And again.
Over and over, it feels as if I am being driven to the edge, only to fly over once more. I do not know if it is the piercing, or resonance, or Mardok himself, only that I am out of my mind with sensation. The world is an endless cycle of thrust-and-climax.
“Your eyes,” Mardok grits, and there is strain in his voice. “Give me your eyes again, Farli. I want to have you with me when I come.”
It feels like the most difficult thing in the world to open my eyes again, but I do, and as he surges into me one last time, we are locked together. He comes with a shout…and I come again, too.
My breath is gone. My energy, gone. My mind? Possibly gone. I am nothing but a boneless, happy mass crushed under Mardok’s delicious weight. I wrap my arms around him and somehow find the strength (and breath) to sigh.
He pants, pressing exhausted kisses to my face. “Farli. My Farli.”
“That was…” I have no words.
“Yeah,” he says, dazed.
My khui’s gentle song continues, the only sound other than our breathing.
I thought it would stop if I were pregnant.
Perhaps it did not happen, then. And tomorrow my khui will be gone.
I feel a sudden sense of loss. Tomorrow I lose my khui, Chahm-pee, my family, my world—everything.
I will follow Mardok to his strange, cold world, where everyone is unpleasant like Niri and Trakan.
Where everyone eats bland food and people kill other people because their chiefs demand it.
Mardok will be there. I must cling to that. I will be happy with him. I know I will.
But I cannot stop the tears that flow as I bury my face in his arms.