Lydia
Without a second thought, I lean in, pressing my lips to Deus’s. I wasn’t expecting this feeling, not at all. The fear hasn’t gone, but instead I have something else creeping into my psyche.
Safe.
I feel safe.
With him.
With the biggest, maddest Sarkarnii warlord on Vorostor. His simple act of respect is almost overwhelming. Heat returns to my body, and it bends to his, curving against his hard abdomen. I didn’t know I needed this.
I didn’t know I needed Deus.
His finger runs around my waistband but nothing more. Instead he concentrates on stealing all my breath with his kiss, his hand clutching me against him, more than spanning one buttock, his tongue, that incredible tongue, sweeping through my mouth.
Deus wants me to choose and he’s showing me exactly what I will get.
When I’m finally let up for air, I gasp it in like a woman surfacing from the depths, but at the same time I am more than ready to dive for more.
“Lydia,” Deus rumbles, brushing my hair back from my face.
He studies it, his eyes gazing into mine.
“I am going to pleasure you now, because I’ve seen you pleasure yourself, and I know it is something you enjoy.
At any time, you can tell me to stop, and I will stop.
This is about you and only you. Do you understand? ”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip, swollen from our kisses.
“I need to hear you say it,” he rasps.
“I understand.”
“Good little mate,” Deus says. “Now I’m going to need you to take off your garments.” His eyes flare. “While I watch. I’m not going to touch you until you say.”
“W...watch?”
Deus releases me. I instantly miss his heat and, frankly, his support. My legs seem unhappy to take my weight.
He strides over to the seating and sits, Sarkarnii spreading his huge bulk, stretching his arms out wide. His eyes glitter, and the two tips of his forked tongue lap sinfully over his lips. His tail is in full evidence, as is the enormous bulge at his crotch.
Deus is turned on by the mere thought of watching me disrobe, but he is not intending doing anything until I say.
I am in control.
“I am going to watch, and you are going to take off all your garments. Then, if you wish, I will worship your sweet, tasty cunt until you scream my name,” Deus says, almost as if he’s discussing what he is going to have for his dinner.
Only his words sear through me, sending spikes directly to my core. His nostrils flare, and his claws dig into the cushioning. But he makes no move towards me.
I take off my jacket, feeling awkward, and drop it to the floor. Deus suppresses a groan. I slide the catch down on the front of my top, peeling it from my body to reveal the corset style affair which is the closest Scarlett ever managed to get to a bra.
Deus releases a cloud of smoke, a whimper coming from him which he cuts off as soon as it starts. He squirms on the seat as if attempting to get some purchase from something which isn’t working. But he makes no move towards me.
I toe off my boots and slide my pants down, stepping out of them, standing in front of Deus in just my undergarments.
His hand hovers over his crotch, his eyes burning fever bright, but he drops it down next to his thigh. He makes no move towards me.
“Do you want more?” I say, emboldened.
“I cannot eat what I cannot see.” Deus’s voice is strangled, sweat beading on his forehead.
I undo the catch at the rear of the corset as I hold it to me at the front. It springs open, and Deus flinches, his eyes wider than ever. He leans forward, forgetting himself for a moment, before returning to his previous position.
I pull the corset away from me, and with a flourish I didn’t think I had in me, I throw it at Deus. He catches it as if he’s been expecting it, bringing the garment to his nose and inhaling deeply, accompanied by a rumbling growl.
Then he’s staring at me again. Unable to help myself, I put my arm over my girls. Deus growls.
“I’m watching, little ember,” he says. “And you are still not bare for me.”
But he doesn’t make a move towards me. Instead he puts the corset down beside him and leans back once more in a pose which absolutely tells me he is prepared to wait all day and all night if necessary.
I drop my arm, put it back, and drop it again. If I’m going to do this, I need to be bolder because this Sarkarnii male is prepared to wait forever for me, and he is going nowhere.
I turn my back on him, looking over my shoulder. Once again, Deus leans forward in an almost involuntary movement, his chest rattling.
I stick my thumbs down either side of my knickers and swiftly send them to the floor, bending over to retrieve them to a series of growls which make my inside thighs slippery. I hold out the knickers, and with another glance over my shoulder, I drop them on the pile of the rest of my clothes.
“I was promised pleasure,” I say as loudly as I dare. “I wonder if there is a Sarkarnii warrior nearby who can fulfill that promise?”
Before I can move again, there is a hard body behind me, pressing me to his scaled skin.
“I am the only Sarkarnii warrior who will ever touch you, little mate. The only male you will ever need or want,” he rasps in my ear, his lips trailing over the shell and making me shiver.
His hands trail down my sides, down my bare skin. I’m still facing away from him, looking out the windows to the darkening skies outside. No reflection, so all I can do is give in.
Give in to this Sarkarnii warrior, give in to the part of me that deserves the pleasure she has never received, give in to what he wants and what I want.
To let myself be free.